Although, before the fight started, Zhang Ruochen knew that there must be a huge gap between him and Ling Feiyu.

One is a peerless sword saint who has been practicing for three hundred years, and the other is a low-level semi-saint who has been practicing for less than 30 years. The gap between the two is like a sword master and a ignorant young child.

However, Zhang Ruochen really wanted to know how big the difference between the two was?

Therefore, this battle is inevitable.

The Saint Saint's holy soul mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously and gathered towards Zhang Ruochen, causing the power fluctuations on his body to become stronger and stronger, turning into a colorful chaotic cloud.

"Wow—"

The sword spirit awakens.

The surging sword emitted a dazzling light, and a thousand-patterned destructive force surged out from the inside of the sword body and rushed towards Ling Feiyu in the distance.

The more inscriptions activated, the stronger the power of the Thousand-Secret Destruction Power will be.

In the past, even if Zhang Ruochen had exhausted his holy energy, he could only barely activate a thousand inscriptions. However, at this moment, under the stimulation of the holy energy, thousands of inscriptions appeared in the sword body.

The same is the destructive force of Thousand Patterns, the former and the latter are simply incomparable.

Ling Feiyu stood there, letting the Qianwen destruction force fall on her, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, if so, if you can block my three moves, I can apologize to the Taotian Sword lineage. The key is that you may not be able to block the three moves."

"Chichi."

The purple clothes of the electric mother radiated thousands of lightning, like dragons and snakes dancing, turning into a spherical lightning field with a diameter of ten miles.

"Only after the battle can we see the difference."

Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with a sword, and the thick sword energy surged out like a galaxy.

The position of the sword tip forms an extremely bright round light, like the bright moon hanging in the nine heavens, illuminating the dark sword tomb, as if it turns into daylight.

"Nine Stars Ring the Moon."

The bright moon and the galaxy fell from the sky at the same time. With a stinging sound, it tore the lightning field apart and enveloped Ling Feiyu's head.

Ling Feiyu was still very calm, standing calmly in the center of the lightning field. Against the backdrop of purple lightning, her skin looked extremely white, like crystal clear holy jade.

"A mere ghost-level top-grade sword technique is actually used to deal with the Sword Saint? Zhang Ruochen, your sword move is undoubtedly a kid who plays with wooden swords. It is really clumsy, and it is not exquisite except for brute force."

Ling Feiyu's voice came from behind Zhang Ruochen and appeared in his mind, as if he was already close to him.

Ling Feiyu's degree is many times faster than the sound.

If she said that her voice had already reached Zhang Ruochen's ears, then Zhang Ruochen must have died under her sword.

Obviously, Ling Feiyu used his mental power to pass on Zhang Ruochen, not sonic waves.

Even so, Zhang Ruochen's face changed slightly, and he could feel Ling Feiyu's breath, right behind him, and was rushing towards him with a flowing light.

Turn around at this moment and you will definitely lose.

Can you still be able to withstand the sword saint's move with the power of a ancestor?

Zhang Ruochen was naturally very unwilling to give up, so he immediately swung his arm and crossed the sword behind him, forming a posture of carrying a sword.

"Bang!"

Ling Feiyu hit the sword body of the Tootian Sword with one finger, and an extremely loud sound came out, with a strong airflow that dispersed in all directions.

Zhang Ruochen spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was like a ray, throwing it forward and hitting the ground, sank the earth.

The ancestors of the Taotian Sword lineage all sighed, and then some were scolding Zhang Ruochen, while others were guiding Zhang Ruochen how to deal with the move just now.

"It's so stupid. How can you focus all your attention on sword moves at the sword level?"

"The attention should be focused on the opponent and use the sword intent to control the sword moves. Otherwise, the opponent has changed its position before the sword moves have fallen."

"If I were forced to that state, I would definitely use one sword technique that would die together, which would be enough to force her back." "You said it easily. After all, Zhang Ruochen is only a first-level half-saint realm, so how can he respond so quickly? It is already quite unreasonable for him to block this move."

...

Ling Feiyu was still standing in the center of the lightning field, staring downwards.

I saw Zhang Ruochen slowly climbing up from the soil, holding a sword in one hand, and wiped the bloody marks on the corner of his mouth with the other hand, and smiled: "I am worthy of being the Sword Saint, and it is indeed worthy of his reputation."

"You can block my first move, but you have some skills. Can you still block the second move?"

Ling Feiyu's right index finger and middle finger were pinched together, and then a huge sword intent surged out and flew to her, condensed into a white lightsaber.

The seemingly casual moves give people a profound and profound feeling, which is the "Sword Yi" in "Writeless Sword Book".

Jian Yi, what powerful force can he exert from Ling Feiyu's hand?

Zhang Ruochen gradually came back to the point and knew the intentions of all the ancestors.

They should not really want to teach Ling Feiyu a lesson, but they want to use Ling Feiyu's hands to test Zhang Ruochen's attainments and potential in sword arts.

At the same time, we can also use this battle to allow Zhang Ruochen to adapt to the power of the Sword Saint level and understand how to fight with top powers.

After all, once the Immortal Vampire attacks the Sword Tomb, Zhang Ruochen, as the sword holder, must use the power of the ancestor to protect the Sword Tomb and fight against the powerful people of the Immortal Vampire.

Only when he adapts to the power of the Sword Saint level and fights with the Immortal Vampire Clan can Zhang Ruochen play the greatest role.

I guess Ling Feiyu knew this, but only Zhang Ruochen was late.

Since he had figured out the causes and consequences, Zhang Ruochen completely relaxed his mood, closed his eyes, no longer had any distractions, and slowly lifted the Tootian Sword.

At the same time, the huge sword intent gushed out from the body and merged into the sword body.

"Swish."

In the black field, all the abandoned swords trembled, flew out from the ground, gathered towards Zhang Ruochen, and rotated around his body.

"That's... the integration of man and sword, a good boy, who is only a half-saint at the first level, has actually reached the integration of man and sword, which is at least ten times stronger than me back then." "Xuan Ji has acquired a swordsmanship genius. This boy's swordsmanship talent is definitely not inferior to Xue Hongchen. He may be able to become the great emperor in swordsmanship in the future."

...

All the ancestors of the Taotian Sword lineage were very excited and felt very excited. After all, Zhang Ruochen was their disciple and inherited the mantle of their lineage.

Ling Feiyu's eyes also slightly condensed, and a look of surprise flashed.

You know, when she was a ninth-level half-saint, she realized the unity of man and sword, but she had received countless glory, and some even compared her with Queen Chi Yao.

From this we can see how difficult the state of "unity of man and sword" is?

Zhang Ruochen was at the first level and half of the saint, and realized the unity of human and sword. It was really a bit against the will of heaven.

Ling Feiyu spitted a sweet orchid and said two words gently: "Jianyi."

The white lightsword flew out and hit Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen also used his sword and stabbed forward.

The thousands of ancient swords that originally circulated around him, guided by the sword intent, all rushed forward and turned into a torrent formed by the gathering of ancient swords, colliding with the white lightsaber.

"Bang bang."

The sound of explosions kept ringing, and all the ancient swords were shattered and turned into pieces of iron.

Of course, the white lightsaber was also offset and completely dissipated.

However, before Zhang Ruochen could breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Feiyu had already used the third sword technique. It actually had nine lightswords, which evolved from nine different sword moves from nine different directions and attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

A ancestor exclaimed in surprise and said, "Nine Death Sword Technique. Girl, you are a sword saint after all. You have actually used such a profound sword technique. Isn't it a bit of bullying the small?"

Ling Feiyu was calm and said: "He now has the power of the sword saint level. No one bullies who? Besides, it is already the third sword, and I must defeat him." Zhang Ruochen naturally heard of the reputation of the Nine-Death Sword Technique, which is a king-level sword technique. In other words, it has reached the level of holy art.

Facing the attack of the Nine Death Sword Technique, it was like fighting against the nine sword saints at the same time, and the nine sword saints also used killer moves at the same time.

Even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, it is impossible to stop it.

However, just as the nine light swords fell, Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the spot. Nine powerful killer moves fell to the air at the same time and landed on the ground.

"Space Movement."

Ling Feiyu was slightly shocked, but soon recovered from calmness. He stretched out his finger and shot out a sword wave, hitting the right front position.

Zhang Ruochen had just appeared, and Ling Feiyu's sword wave had already been shot out and reached in front of him.

"What a fast response, using space to move, there is only one dead end to attack the Sword Saint." This thought flashed in Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Zhang Ruochen did not retreat, or in other words, he could not retreat at all.

At such a close distance, Ling Feiyu's sword wave reached Zhang Ruochen's chest almost in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen was not willing to fail, so he let the sword wave hit him. At the same time, he swung his sword first.

"No trace in a flash."
Chapter completed!