Chapter 79: Entering the Third Layer in Three Days! Unprecedented and Unrivaled

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The flying flowers gradually disappeared into the sky and earth.

The entire spacious stone chamber returned to silence again.

It was not until a long time later that Qing Zhi, who had been in a daze, came back to his senses and said in disbelief:

"Sir, have you entered the third realm of swordsmanship?"

"I guess so." Chen Zhixing stood up and nodded without comment.

After getting Chen Zhixing's confirmation, even though Qing Zhi already had the result in his mind, he still couldn't help but gasp.

In three days, he reached the third level of kendo!

This speed is unheard of and unseen!

Even if you search through the entire ancient history, you wo n't find such an example!

Even the Sword God, who was known as a genius and a master of extraordinary talent, had spent seven years to enter the third level of sword power! "Monster!"

Qing Zhi's thoughts were in turmoil, and after a long while, he finally uttered these two words from his throat.

Apart from "monster", she really didn't know what words to use to describe Chen Zhixing.

Reaching the third level of swordsmanship in three days, this speed has already exceeded her expectations!

"Qingzhi, where is the second stage of the Sword God's swordsmanship?" Chen Zhixing asked.

Qing Zhi gathered his thoughts and quickly replied, "It's also here, but if you want to inherit the Sword God's second-stage sword art, you need to first practice the Sword God's first-stage Feihua sword art to perfection, condense the sword heart, and be able to perform 'Momentary Beauty' before you can inherit the second-stage sword art."

"Is that so?"

Chen Zhixing nodded. In fact, his current state was quite strange.

The division of the four realms of Kendo is very simple, namely swordsmanship, sword techniques, sword intent, and sword heart.

With his extraordinary understanding, he has pushed his sword skills to the third level of perfection.

He even directly comprehended the 'Momentary Beauty', which was supposed to be the fourth level of the sword path, and was the top magical power of the Flying Flower Sword Path that could only be displayed! However, at present, he had indeed not yet condensed the sword heart.

In other words, apart from being able to perform 'Momentary Beauty', his sword skills have not yet reached the fourth level.

"Forget it, don't worry. When you have condensed the sword heart in the future, you can come here to receive the second inheritance."

Chen Zhixing shook his head, but didn't care.

He still understands the principle of biting off more than you can chew.

Besides, he has now taken control of this land of inheritance. He can come in whenever he wants and it won't be as troublesome as before.

With the enlightenment that defies heaven.

It is only a matter of time before the sword heart is condensed.

"Let's go."

Chen Zhixing took a deep breath and decided it was time to go out.

at the same time.

Tianchuan Mountain.

A sword-shaped flying boat was quietly floating above Tianchuan Mountain.

On the deck of the flying boat, the young master of the Haori Sword Sect, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was sitting leisurely on a large chair made of dragon's breath wood worth a fortune.

Behind him, eight personal sword servants at the peak of the Divine Wandering Realm stood in a row.

A woman in a long-sleeved palace dress was kneeling at his feet, trembling all over, and kneading his ankles with her hands.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the man wearing the White Ten mask?"

The young man in brocade clothes stretched out his hand, and a sword servant skillfully brought a cup of spiritual tea and placed it respectfully in his palm.

I saw him not far away from the young man in brocade clothes.

On the two boat poles, Shan Yang and Xu Li were both tied up with dragon-binding chains, which sealed their cultivation and made them unable to move at all.

Next to the two of them, the swordsman named Aliang had his head cut off and hung on the bow of the ship.

"Young Master, I really don't know who this person is. He brought that person here. We are just casual acquaintances."

Xu Li pointed at Shan Yang and spoke tremblingly.

The palace-dressed woman kneeling at the feet of the young man in brocade clothes also quickly echoed, "Young Sect Master, we really don't know him! Yes, he was brought here by this guy named Shan Yang! He has nothing to do with us!"

Pah!

The young man in brocade clothes slapped the palace-dressed woman on the face and said contemptuously, "Did I ask you? Why are you asking?"

The woman in palace dress who had previously used the alias Bai Ling was suddenly beaten so hard that she flew backwards and let out a cry of pain.

Five scarlet finger marks appeared on her still pretty face.

"Young Master is right." Bai Ling did not dare to show any anger. She quickly put on a forced smile, walked over on her knees, and knelt at the feet of the young man in brocade clothes again, as docile as a kitten.

Immediately.

The young man in brocade clothes looked at Shan Yang and said with a smile, "Are you familiar with Bai Shi?"

The mask on Shan Yang's face had been removed long ago, revealing an ordinary young man's face.

At this moment, his face was bruised and swollen, obviously he had been beaten badly before.

"Two cowards!"

Shan Yang looked at Xu Li and Bai Ling with disdain. Would they be so naive as to think that the Sword Sect's Young Master, who killed people for fun, would let them go just because they begged for mercy? The next moment.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Shan Yang looked at the young man in brocade clothes and said with a grin:

"Yes! We are very familiar with each other. He and I are sworn brothers. I tell you the truth. This brother of mine is not only a strong man in the True Self Realm, but also has the support of the Immortal Daoist tradition and a master in the Changsheng Realm! What do you think? Are you afraid?"

After saying that, Shan Yang just looked at the Sword Sect's young master with a smile, without any fear on his face.

He was just a monk living at the lowest level of the cultivation world, but he understood one thing.

The more you fear fear, the more it will grow!

Just like the village dog when you were young, the more afraid you are of it, the more it will sense your fear and bark even harder.

"Slap!"

The young man in brocade clothes picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Behind him, a sword servant suddenly swung out a palm through the air, hitting Shan Yang hard in the face.

Puff! A mouthful of blood and teeth spit out from Shan Yang's mouth.

Shan Yang raised his head with difficulty, looked at the young man in brocade clothes again, and laughed:

"Hahaha, is this all the young master of the Haori Sword Sect is capable of? Is he showing off here relying on a few sword servants?"

"Come on, come on, just kill me! When a person dies, the bird turns upside down. If I frown, my name will be written upside down!"

The young master narrowed his eyes and said with a playful smile, "You're really tough? No hurry, let's play slowly. I've seen many people like you, but without exception, every one of them ended up crying and begging for mercy on their knees."

“I’m looking forward to seeing you being different.”

far away.

Chai Qingchi was sitting cross-legged in the void, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he saw this.

The leader of the Haori Sword Sect is considered a top figure in the Dongxuan Territory and can be described as a giant and hero.

Unexpectedly, the only child born would be such a person who is hated by both God and man, arrogant and rebellious, and has no idea of ​​his own limitations.

"If we continue to act so foolishly, it will sooner or later bring disaster to the Haori Sword Sect."

Chai Qingchi spoke silently and closed his eyes again.

Just at this moment.

A muffled sound suddenly came from the sky above Tianchuan Mountain.

Then.

A bright white vortex gradually appeared in the void.

A slender figure in white clothes, black hair, with a sword case on his back and a white cross mask on his face, walked out of the void step by step.

"Come out?"

In an instant, on Tianchuan Mountain, all the sword cultivators suddenly raised their heads and looked at the figure walking out of the whirlpool.

The young master of the Haori Sword Sect who was on the deck of the flying boat suddenly had a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Hahaha, baby, my baby is out!"

(End of this chapter)