Zhang Ruochen, with disheveled hair, grabbed Shen Yuan's ancient sword, stood up rather staggeringly, looked arrogantly at the tombstones and the densely packed hanging swords in all directions, and said: "Come on, kill me, I have no fear."
"Swish."
A sword turned into a rain of light and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a huge whirlpool of sword rain has appeared.
The center of the whirlpool is none other than Zhang Ruochen.
"war!"
Zhang Ruochen kept swinging Shen Yuan's sword and slashing at it.
However, there are too many swords to stop them.
In an instant, his chest and abdomen exploded to pieces, and his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs were all turned into blood mist. No matter how strong his body's recovery ability was, it could not be reversed.
No matter how strong the physical defense is, it cannot withstand it.
The legs were shattered, the arms were shattered, the head was shattered...
Zhang Ruochen's physical body was completely destroyed and turned into a ball of blood mist. He died more completely than the last time he was attacked by millions of holy weapons from the hell army in Kunlun Realm.
Last time, there was at least one skeleton left.
This time, there were no bones left.
After killing Zhang Ruochen, all the swords flew back to the tomb.
Ah Le was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the iron sword with his hand to keep him from falling. Blood-red tears flowed from his eyes that were originally strong and cold. The pain in his heart at this moment was far worse than when the holy soul was beheaded.
In the distance, the Cairo Earth Master saw this scene and laughed excitedly.
How could something so bizarre happen in the world?
Zhang Ruochen, who could not be killed by countless monks in heaven and hell despite all their efforts, actually died in this tomb forest and died under his own oath.
Okay, very good.
Being able to see Zhang Ruochen die with his own eyes, he had completed his mission.
Suddenly, Ah Le was keenly aware that there was a faint trace of life in the dense blood mist not far away.
"Wow——"
The blood mist vibrated and turned into a huge, rapidly rotating blood cocoon.
The vitality is getting stronger and stronger.
The blood cocoon contracted rapidly, condensing into a heroic figure. The flesh and blood body was intact, the stars and the universe were in the eyes, the eyebrows were like the blade of a divine sword, and the arms were as smooth as jade, but there were muscle lines.
"Zheng!"
The sound of swords sounded.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew into his hand.
There was a hint of confusion in Zhang Ruochen's eyes. He looked at the sword in his hand, then looked inside, and finally understood a lot.
Wan Jian didn't seem to have the intention to kill him, so it looked like the sword was full of energy, but in fact, it only cut off his physical body and did not damage his sea of qi, holy soul, or spiritual power.
Otherwise, even if he refines the white blood soil, he will not be able to recover again.
Not only that, after the Wanjian attack, it seemed to be helping him in his cultivation, cutting away some bad substances in his body and leaving him with some secrets of the sword that he had never been exposed to before.
For example, most of the Yan Shen's legs that the Moon God helped him fuse with had been chopped off by Wanjian, leaving only 100 million flame divine patterns and part of the divine material.
In the past, Zhang Ruochen's demigod body was already very powerful, but it was like a fat man weighing nothing. He could not fight against the demigod with only his body. He could not even fight against the supreme body of the Supreme Saint.
However, the power of Wanjian helped him cut off the bad things in his demigod body, making his demigod body stronger and more refined.
In addition, impurities in the holy soul and spiritual power are also removed.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt as if he had stepped out of a quagmire. He felt indescribably relaxed and refreshed, and wanted to fly away.
"Thank you for your help, seniors."
Zhang Ruochen bowed in all directions one by one.
Although he didn't know why Wan Jian, who was buried in the tomb, helped him, it was indeed a huge help to him who wanted to gather the soul of the Heavenly Sword and practice the holy will of the third-grade sword.
Just like the sages of swordsmanship in ancient times, they cleanse the marrow and build the foundation for him together.
Standing at the edge of the Kendo Tomb Forest, the smile on Master Cairo's face disappeared, he was stunned, and his mood almost collapsed. How could this happen?
It had been shattered into blood mist, but it could actually come back to life again.
There were not many words between Zhang Ruochen and A Le, they just looked at each other and smiled.
Afterwards, A Le grabbed the iron sword and embarked on the way back.
Zhang Ruochen raised his sword and moved forward, continuing towards Jian Mountain.
"Sword comes out."
Zhang Ruochen raised his hand, and more than 200 million kendo rules flew out of his body.
The rules of kendo have undergone tremendous changes. In the past, they were just golden needles. But now, the golden needles have been cast into outlines and turned into small swords.
Every kendo rule is a sword.
This is the strongest state of kendo rules!
With such rules of swordsmanship, Zhang Ruochen actually has the same rules of the holy way as a swordsman who has cultivated the Heavenly Sword Soul, and can directly kill the opponent.
Destroy his cultivation and cut off his ways.
If one had not experienced Ten Thousand Swords Clone, with Zhang Ruochen's swordsmanship, it would actually be difficult to complete this path.
But now, Zhang Ruochen's sword skills increased greatly, and he charged all the way. It only took him half a day to pass through the sword forest and arrived at the bottom of Sword Mountain.
Looking behind, there are numerous tombstones standing there, like thousands of troops with no end in sight, and like ancient sword masters in white standing in front of them, carrying holy swords on their backs.
That sword mountain is their commander-in-chief.
Every tombstone and every sword should have a story!
There may be songs and tears, there may be compassion for heaven and earth, there may be swordsmanship across the horizon, there may be grievances and grievances...
Maybe it was the immortal souls of the masters of those swords who were telling their pasts one by one. Or maybe it was the previous Wan Jian who gave him his kendo spirit.
Unable to help himself, Zhang Ruochen felt extremely sad, as if he could feel it himself, with tears streaming down his eyes and his heart breaking.
This inexplicable emotion lasted for a long time before Zhang Ruochen came out of it and said: "Seniors, there is no need to be sad. The art of swordsmanship has never declined or perished. The heart of swordsmanship will last forever in the world."
Zhang Ruochen bowed to them again, then turned around and looked at the towering Jian Mountain.
I saw several lines of ancient writing on the dark cliff.
It was a text that Zhang Ruochen had never seen before.
Every stroke of a character is like a wonderful sword move, explaining the truth of swordsmanship.
For some reason, Zhang Ruochen actually understood the text above:
"I am the master of the sword world and the ancestor of swordsmanship. When the universe is at its peak, I have three thousand sword gods and hundreds of millions of sword masters under my command. The point of my sword is indestructible. I dominate the world and all realms bow to me."
"However, darkness fell, and all the swords were broken. Three thousand sword gods were unable to defeat them, and hundreds of millions of sword masters were unable to stop them. All of them were destroyed in spirit and form."
"I am the ancestor of the sword, and I am actually the end of the sword. The darkness is far stronger than the sword in my hand."
"Sad, the way of swordsmanship lasts forever."
"Weeping, the sword is about to perish."
Zhang Ruochen was extremely shocked that such a powerful swordsmanship civilization had appeared in the world.
Three thousand sword gods and billions of sword masters are running rampant across the universe. Who can stop them?
How powerful has the sword ancestor who commanded the three thousand sword gods become?
What is the relationship between this "Lord of the Sword Realm and the Ancestor of Sword Dao" and the ancient Sword Ancestor of the Kunlun Realm?
Is the Sword Realm the current Jiannan Realm?
What does the "darkness" mentioned in the passage refer to? Even the sword ancestors are invincible, and all three thousand sword gods are dead?
Zhang Ruochen was full of questions and searched on the cliff, hoping to find more clues.
Continuing to move forward, I saw another text on another cliff:
"I am the Sword Ancestor, possessing eight skills: Sword Courage, Sword Spirit, Sword Soul, Sword Heart, Sword Manual, Sword Bone, Sword Source, and the Secret of Sword Dao."
"Today, the sword world is in pieces, and all living things are dead. All the swords are buried here. I wanted to go and fight the darkness to death, but I know that there will be no life in this way."
"If my body dies, my swordsmanship will surely wither."
"After thinking hard for three days, I finally left the courage here and fled to the end of the world. I just hope to preserve this humiliating body, find a big world between heaven and earth, and continue to pass on the sword."
"When darkness comes again, the way of the sword will definitely be at the forefront, tearing apart the dark curtain for the creatures in the universe and seeking the final chance of survival."
Zhang Ruochen almost suffocated after reading this paragraph, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
There is no doubt that the Sword Ancestor of the Kunlun Realm is not a local monk from the Kunlun Realm, but one who fled after the destruction of the Sword Realm.
Sword Ancestor is such a majestic figure. He has endless legends in the Kunlun world. He has passed down the way of swordsmanship, which not only affects the generations of Kunlun world, but also has a huge impact on the swordsmanship of all the worlds in heaven and the ten clans in hell.
It's just a "Wordless Sword Manual", and so far no monk has understood it to the end.
I am afraid that no one in the world disrespects the sword master.
However, how could a figure like Sword Ancestor have such a powerless, helpless, sad, and humiliating moment? He was so frightened by the darkness that he lost his courage and fled to the Kunlun Realm.
How powerful is the enemy he calls "darkness"? Is there really no chance of winning?
Zhang Ruochen firmly believed that even if Sword Ancestor had only a slight chance of winning, he would never escape.
"Wow!"
"Wordless Sword Manual" suddenly struggled violently and flew out of Zhang Ruochen's hand, flying towards the top of Sword Mountain.
Zhang Ruochen immediately chased after him, but just as he was about to fly, he fell back to where he was.
With no choice but to climb up to the top of the mountain along a stone path.
After climbing up the cliff for half a day, I saw a cave.
On the top of the cave, there are four ancient words engraved: "The place where the sword is left."
Next to the cave, there is a line of newly engraved words, which contains the aura of Hades: "Today I have the courage of the Sword Ancestor, and I will have nothing to fear in the world from now on."
"I should hold the sword in my hand and carry out the legacy of the Sword Ancestor. When darkness comes again, I will be the one at the front."
The sword gallbladder was taken away by Hades!
Zhang Ruochen entered the cave and found it empty.
So, he continued to climb up along the stone path.
Arriving at the top of Jian Mountain, a stone tablet and an ancient well appeared there.
On the stone tablet, it is engraved: "The place where the sword soul is left."
Sword Ancestor was able to escape only by giving up his own courage.
If he had the courage, he would not be able to escape.
In other words, the Sword Ancestor who went to Kunlun Realm can no longer be called a complete Sword Ancestor, and the swordsmanship passed down is not a complete swordsmanship either.
Just like the swordsmanship in the Kunlun world, they only know how to practice the sword spirit. How could any monk know that and still practice the sword spirit?
Soul is the essence.
Po is spirit.
Sword soul is the spirit of kendo.
"The sword soul of the Sword Ancestor is in this ancient well?"