In the next month, Zhang Ruochen entered a crazy state of cultivation and challenged Ling Feiyu every three days.

Today, it is the twelfth time that the two of them have fought.

Above the bamboo sea, a chaotic sword air flowed, making a "swish" sound.

At the center of the sword energy flow, there are two figures of a man and a woman, who interlaced quickly and performed exquisite sword techniques.

"Golden fights up to the sun."

In Ling Feiyu's hand, there was a long sword condensed by holy energy, pointing straight to the sky, emitting dazzling golden light.

A torrent of sword energy gathered around the long sword, and then pressed down on Zhang Ruochen in front.

Zhang Ruochen stood straight and rushed forward, pointed his finger forward, and silently said: "Sword Three." In the past month, Ling Feiyu and him have been trained and given guidance from sixteen sword saints. Zhang Ruochen's sword realm has made rapid progress and has cultivated Sword Three to great perfection.

"Boom."

Two powerful sword energy collided together, and in an instant, thousands of sword energy were annihilated.

Among them, a three-foot-long sword energy penetrated the defense of the ancient sword in the Chenyuan, hit Zhang Ruochen's chest with a "bang".

The power of the sword energy hit his chest through the meteor invisibility cloak, shaking his lungs violently.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of pain came from the lungs, making Zhang Ruochen's breathing very difficult.

Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and fell back to the ground, without further action.

"It's the sixth move again, but... it's a little bit short..."

Zhang Ruochen's face was very pale. He mobilized the holy energy and transported it to his lungs to temporarily control the injury.

A subtle sound of wind breaking sounded, and then Ling Feiyu flew down from the sky and stood on a layer of purple holy mist, forming an extremely beautiful shadow.

"In just one month, from the beginning, you can't even stop this saint's first move. Now, you can fight this saint five or six moves. Such a huge progress really makes this saint quite amazed." Ling Feiyu said.

No wonder Ling Feiyu gave Zhang Ruochen such a high evaluation. You know, over the past month, she has witnessed Zhang Ruochen's growth step by step.

Every three days, Zhang Ruochen makes amazing progress.

If Zhang Ruochen had maintained such a level of cultivation, Ling Feiyu was also quite worried that one day, she would be overcome by Zhang Ruochen.

Such achievements seem to be nothing great.

However, at the same level, Ling Feiyu once used sixteen moves to defeat a sword saint.

In other words, as long as Zhang Ruochen can block Ling Feiyu's sixteen moves, his achievements in swordsmanship can be compared with some swordsmanship.

From this we can see that Zhang Ruochen, who is only a first-level half-saint, can block Ling Feiyu's five or six moves, which is such a great achievement.

Zhang Ruochen took off the ancient sword of Chen Yuan, looking arrogant and glorious. He stared at Ling Feiyu and said, "Before breaking through to the holy realm, my swordsmanship will definitely surpass you."

A strange look appeared in Ling Feiyu's eyes and said, "How can I, the more I have been practicing for three hundred years, be the more I say, the more I can do? The large part of your ability to fight with this saint is the power of space and time."

"You are still far from true kendo. Don't be blinded by temporary achievements."

"Now, you have just cultivated the Sword Three to the Great Perfection. Do you know what level this saint has cultivated to?"

The sword cultivator cultivated Sword Seven to the Great Perfection, which was enough to be named the Sword Saint.

Eight hundred years ago, a genius Xue Hongchen, even more powerfully cultivated Jian Ten to the perfect realm, and was known as the Sword Emperor.

Ling Feiyu was the number one genius in the Kunlun world three hundred years ago. Although few people mentioned her sword skills. However, she is a major in sword skills, and the sword skills level may have reached an extremely high level.

Zhang Ruochen was naturally quite curious about what level Ling Feiyu's swordsmanship realm reached?

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen did not ask, Ling Feiyu said it, and said, "Just three days ago, this saint had already realized the last level of Jian Jiu. I believe that it will take not long to practice Jian Jiu's great perfection."

In fact, there is another sentence that Ling Feiyu didn't say.

That is, her ability to comprehend the last level of Sword Nine also has a lot to do with Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was secretly learning her Nine Life Sword Technique, but in fact, she was also secretly comprehending the power of time and space.

It was she who integrated her understanding of time and space into the sword path that she realized the last level of Jian Jiu.

Show off, this is a shameless show-off.

Any other swordsman would definitely be quite restrained and would never show off his pride in front of a low-level semi-saint and show off his achievements.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not surprised that such a thing was born to Ling Feiyu.

She is petty, has a bad temper, is arrogant, arrogant, and is very arrogant. She has almost taken all the shortcomings of a woman's personality.

At the same time, her appearance is charming, perfect figure, extraordinary intelligence, outstanding talent, and saints of swordsmanship. A woman should have more than half of the advantages.

Although Huang Yanchen also has some personality shortcomings, he is very restrained and not as ostentatious and arrogant as Ling Feiyu.

I really can't imagine what a difficult role Ling Feiyu was when he was young?

However, her swordsmanship did shock Zhang Ruochen.

Only a true sword cultivator will understand how profound the "Written-free Sword Note" is. The more you go to the back, the more obscure it becomes. It is difficult to ascend to a higher level.

Ling Feiyu only took three hundred years to cultivate Jian Jiu to the Great Perfection. Such qualifications are almost the same as those of the Sword Emperor and the Queen. Ling Feiyu was naturally quite satisfied when he saw Zhang Ruochen’s face, and the corners of his mouth curled under the veil.

Then, she turned into a purple stream of light and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

"What an extremely arrogant woman. If one day she defeats her, I wonder if she can withstand the blow?"

A strange thought emerged in Zhang Ruochen's heart.

However, this idea just flashed away. After all, the gap between him and Ling Feiyu was too big. Now that I want to surpass her, I am indeed a little ambitious.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the bamboo forest and began to regulate his breathing and restored his lung injuries.

In the past month, his progress has been quite huge, not only practicing Sword Three to Great Perfection.

Moreover, he also learned all the Jiusheng Sword Techniques. Although he had not achieved great success, he was able to use them as he pleased.

In addition, Zhang Ruochen also has a certain degree of research on the second level of the True Yi Thunder Fire Sword Technique and Time Sword Technique, and is practicing steadily.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was recuperating his injuries while recalling the battle process with Ling Feiyu just now, and summarizing the mistakes in the battle process.

"With my current strength, I should be able to win easily when I encounter an opponent like Feng Qin again. My realm has been completely stabilized, but I can swallow the Holy Yuan Dan and attack the second-level half-saint realm."

Every time the semi-saint is promoted to the first level, his strength will increase significantly, and Zhang Ruochen naturally wants to gain stronger cultivation.

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The sky gradually darkened, and a bright full moon appeared above the clouds. The moonlight shone on the ground, penetrated the formation barrier above the ancient clan of Zhenzhu, making the whole world covered with a layer of fantasy color.

Wang Jie stood at the edge of the sword tomb and looked at the bright moon above his head. His handsome face showed a ferocious look and said, "It's just tonight, Ling Feiyu and Zhang Ruochen must pay a heavy price."

Next to Wang Jie, there was a white old man standing.

He was short and wrinkled, but his white eyes had scarlet bloodshots.

This person, named Wang Jinsuo, is an old man from the Wang family. In terms of seniority, even Wang Jie would call him Uncle Seventeen.

Wang Jinsuo's voice was quite hoarse and a little bit of bewitching, and he said, "Everyone can see that Zhang Ruochen must be the lurker of the Immortal Blood Clan. However, Ling Feiyu tried his best to protect him and locked another sword-holder Xiang Zhengfeng into the Netherworld Dungeon. I don't know if the current ancient clan of the prison-governing tribe is the leader or her?"

Wang Jie then fists with both hatred and said, "Damn Ling Feiyu, not only did my father beat me to the dragon whip for thirty years, but also made me lose face in front of the tribe members. In any case, I must avenge this."

"With the young master alone, let alone seeking revenge on Ling Feiyu, even if he faces Zhang Ruochen, he probably doesn't have much chance of winning." Wang Jinsuo said slowly or anxiously.

Wang Jie gradually suppressed his anger and hid it deep in his heart. He grinned and showed a confident look, saying, "It is precisely this that I must rescue Xiang Zhengfeng. The so-called enemy is a friend. It just so happened to use Xiang Zhengfeng's hand to get rid of Zhang Ruochen."

Wang Jinsuo shook his head and said, "Zhang Ruochen's backer is Ling Feiyu. With her protection, even if you rescue Xiang Zhengfeng, you will not be able to do anything to Zhang Ruochen."

"Of course I have other means to restrain that bitch Ling Feiyu. Uncle Seventeen, didn't he see that tonight is the full moon night?"

Wang Jie pointed to the moon above his head, and at the same time, it seemed to be pointing to something?

Wang Jinsuo narrowed his eyes, smiled, and said, "So that's it. The young master is indeed extremely intelligent, which makes me admire him. On this full moon night, the man should have turned into a bloodthirsty monster. If he is released... "

Wang Jie's eyes showed a strong murderous intent and a gloomy laughter.

Then, Wang Jie and Wang Jinsuo walked into the sword tomb, turned into two shadows, and rushed towards the direction of the Netherworld Dungeon.
Chapter completed!