Ye Xiruo couldn't help but clench her fists. Senior Brother, please don't push yourself too hard.

In the tenth level, there are sixteen sword slaves with the power of the early Mahayana stage. Although the senior brother is now at the mid-Mahayana stage, he is still just one person. It is a combined sword formation composed of sixteen sword slaves, which is unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

Moreover, their defense is amazing; they're practically an unkillable bunch of cockroaches.

Over the years, the eldest brother and the seventh brother have fought countless times. Now that the seventh brother has reached the eleventh level, the eldest brother will absolutely not give up.

Although she didn't know the meaning of such persistence, Ye Xiruo absolutely did not want her senior brother to get injured in the Sword Tower.

It must be said that Ye Xiruo knows Zishu very well. Zishu has now exhausted most of his true energy, while only one of the sword slaves in front of him has died. There are still fifteen left, and the swords in their hands can take Zishu's life at any time, ending him on the tenth floor.

Zishu was naturally unwilling to give up. He flipped his palm, and in the transparent and flawless Tai Shang, a green flame slowly burned, which was beautiful and magnificent. The transparent Tai Shang also turned into a gorgeous purple color, looking like a flawless work of art.

However, the Supreme Being that appeared in Zishu's hands was both an art piece and a deadly weapon.

The small and exquisite Supreme Being quickly magnified countless times, turned upside down, and sealed the five sword slaves inside. Then his enemies became ten sword slaves.

If Ye Xiruo saw this scene, she would definitely be unable to resist crashing into Luyi. Senior Brother is so clever; he could even come up with such a method. How could she forget about it?

The snow-white sword light swirled among the ten sword slaves, not appearing particularly powerful. Zishu's snow-white figure was completely surrounded by the ten sword slaves, and no matter how he tried to counter their sword techniques, he was unable to break through the encirclement.

On Zishu's snow-white clothes, a few bright red spots gradually appeared, but his dark eyes were like the light of a sword in his hand, cold and piercing.

Zishu was almost pinned to the ground by ten swords, and the sword in his hand was bent into the shape of a bow. The cold sword light was reflected in his dark pupils, as if he would be torn to pieces at any moment.

But in the next second, Zishu's sword knocked the sword in the sword slave's hand away. The eight swords flashed through the air and then plunged into the ground and disappeared.

Zishu's lips curled into a cold smile. This sword tower was indeed interesting. The insights gained from the brink of life and death were certainly different from those of ordinary days. No wonder his junior sister had asked him to come. It would be a real pity to miss it.

The Supreme One returned to Zishu's hand, spinning rapidly before disappearing. As for the sword slave inside, it had long since turned to ashes.

Although the Fire of Wood cannot compare to the extraordinary fire of heaven and earth, it is still a rare spiritual fire in the world. Combined with his spiritual power, killing a mere five sword slaves is indeed no problem.

Zishu leaped upwards, landing on the sword tower wall, and with a single sword strike, killed eight sword slaves who had already lost their swords. Just as he was about to deal with the remaining two sword slaves, a snow-white sword light pierced straight through his chest.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and the sword in Zishu's hand flew out, killing one of them. The one who attacked from behind was also smashed to pieces by his palm.

The moment Jian Nu died, the sword in Zi Shu's chest disappeared, but the wound remained.

Before Zishu could even take the pill, he was teleported to the eleventh floor of the Sword Tower. On the eleventh floor, there were eighteen sword slaves at the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, each of whom was practically immortal.

Taishang immediately stood in front of Zishu, blocking more than ten swords, but three or four swords still pierced Zishu directly, though none of them were fatal.

One sword was on his back, one on his left shoulder, and two more on his thigh.

Zishu's white robes were instantly stained red with blood. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

This is getting more and more interesting. With Xiu Qiyu's strength, he should be able to go even further. I don't know why he stopped, but Zishu is unwilling to miss this opportunity.

Xiu Qiyu is already a member of the Heavenly Sword Sect and can enter the Sword Tower to cultivate at any time. But this is different for him; this could very well be his first time entering the Sword Tower, or it could very well be his last.

Choosing a protector was just a pretext. Both he and his junior sister knew very well that he didn't need anyone's protection and that he would make everyone who wanted to kill him pay the price.

"We've reached the eleventh floor." The two elders laughed heartily, but at the same time, they felt extremely bitter and frustrated.

The Haoqi Pavilion must have accumulated countless blessings to receive such a genius. Those valued by Xue Junhan are undoubtedly exceptionally brilliant alchemists.

He seemed to see fake alchemists. Night Alchemist and this Zishu Alchemist must be swordsmen in disguise, right?

The record that Xiu Qiyu just set has just been broken.

The eleventh level, which is considered very difficult by everyone, has the best score in this year's assessment, which was achieved by a Dan Master from the Haoqi Pavilion. What must he be feeling?

"Master Ye, as far as you know, how many levels can Master Zishu reach?"

"If I were to go to the eleventh floor, I would definitely be seriously injured, and Master would be furious."

Now, Ye Xiruo only hopes that her senior brother will not do anything foolish, and that he will know when to stop and not push himself too hard.

Is Zishu struggling? Perhaps. He is clearly at his last gasp, yet he is still struggling to hold on, unwilling to give up.

The spiritual energy from the sword tower continuously flowed into his body, repairing the large and small wounds on his body, but it couldn't keep up with the rate at which his true essence was being consumed.

The eighteen swordsmen of equal rank to him exerted unprecedented pressure on Zishu, but they still couldn't break him. At worst, he would die; he wasn't even afraid of death. What was there to fear about these sword slaves? What was there that he couldn't defeat?

The Supreme Being trapped three sword slaves, and the fire in the wood burned fiercely, yet it was still unable to refine the three sword slaves.

Zishu was multitasking, using his mental power to control Taishang and accelerate the refining of the three sword slaves, while simultaneously searching for an opening amidst the encirclement of fifteen sword slaves.

Why isn't she out yet? Ye Xiruo had already reached the foot of the sword tower, her face full of worry.

Senior Brother, there will absolutely not be a next time.

"Cough cough." Zishu sliced ​​off the neck of a sword slave with a single sword strike, but the price he paid was seven or eight cuts on his back.

Indeed, he was already at his limit, but even so, he wanted to take a few more down with him. Trading injury for life was not a loss for him.