In the next month, Zhang Ruochen entered a crazy state of cultivation and would challenge Ling Feiyu every three days.
Today is the twelfth time the two of them have fought.
Above the bamboo sea, chaotic sword air flow surged, making a "swish" sound.
In the center of the sword air flow, there are two figures, a man and a woman, intersecting rapidly, performing exquisite sword techniques.
"Gold fights against the rising sun."
In Ling Feiyu's hand, there was a long sword condensed with holy energy, pointing straight into the sky, emitting a dazzling golden brilliance.
A torrent of sword energy gathered around the long sword, and then pressed down on Zhang Ruochen in front.
Zhang Ruochen stood up straight, rushed forward, pointed his fingers forward, and said silently: "Sword Three."? In the past month, Ling Feiyu has been sparring with him, as well as sixteen masters of the Sword Saint.
With the guidance, Zhang Ruochen's realm of swordsmanship can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has practiced 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 Shen Yuan's ancient sword and hit Zhang Ruochen's right chest, making a "bang" sound.
The power of the sword energy penetrated the meteor invisibility cloak and hit his chest, violently shaking his lungs.
Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of pain came from his lungs, making Zhang Ruochen's breathing very difficult.
Zhang Ruochen flew backwards, fell back to the ground, and did not take any more shots.
"It's the sixth move again, still... it's just a little bit off..."
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 breaking wind sounded, and immediately, 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 couldn't even block my first move. Now, you can fight five or six moves with me. Such a huge improvement really makes me amazed."
Ling Feiyu said.
It's no wonder that Ling Feiyu gave Zhang Ruochen such evaluation. You know, over the past month, she has witnessed Zhang Ruochen's growth step by step.
Every three days, Zhang Ruochen will make amazing progress.
If Zhang Ruochen keeps practicing at this speed, Ling Feiyu is also worried that one day, she will be surpassed by Zhang Ruochen.
Such an achievement may seem unremarkable.
However, in the same realm, Ling Feiyu once defeated a sword master using sixteen moves.
In other words, as long as Zhang Ruochen can block Ling Feiyu's sixteen moves, his attainments in swordsmanship will be comparable to that of some sword masters.
It can be seen from this that Zhang Ruochen, who is only a first-level semi-saint, can block five or six moves of Ling Feiyu, which is an extraordinary achievement.
Zhang Ruochen put Shen Yuan's ancient sword away and looked arrogant. He stared at Ling Feiyu and said, "Before I break through to the holy realm, my swordsmanship will definitely surpass yours."
There was a strange look in Ling Feiyu's eyes as he said: "I have spent three hundred years practicing this sage. How can you say that you can surpass me just by surpassing me? Your ability to compete with me lies largely in the power of space and time.
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"You are still far away from the true art of swordsmanship. Don't be dazzled by your temporary achievements."
"Now, you have just cultivated Sword Three to Dzogchen. Do you know how far I have cultivated?"
The sword cultivator cultivated the Seventh Sword to perfection, enough to be named a Sword Master.
Eight hundred years ago, Xue Hongchen, a generation of prodigies, even cultivated Jianshi to perfection, and was known as the Sword Emperor.
Ling Feiyu was the number one genius in the entire Kunlun world three hundred years ago. Although few people mentioned her swordsmanship qualifications. However, she majored in swordsmanship. I am afraid that her swordsmanship has reached an extremely high level.
Zhang Ruochen is naturally quite curious as to what level Ling Feiyu's swordsmanship has reached?
Ling Feiyu saw that Zhang Ruochen did not take the initiative to ask, but he still said it, saying: "Just three days ago, I have understood the last level of Jianjiu. I believe that it won't be long before I can complete the cultivation of Jianjiu."
In fact, there was another sentence that Ling Feiyu did not say.
That is, her ability to comprehend the final level of Penetrating Sword Nine also has a lot to do with Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen is secretly learning her Nine Life Sword Technique. In fact, she is also secretly comprehending the power of time and space.
It was she who integrated her understanding of time and space into the way of swordsmanship and understood the final level of Jianjiu.
Show off, this is a shameless show off.
Any other sword master would definitely be quite restrained, and would never show such a proud look and show off his achievements in front of a low-level half-sage.
However, Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all that such a thing happened to Ling Feiyu.
She is petty, has a bad temper, is arrogant, domineering, and is also very arrogant. She has almost all of the character shortcomings of a woman.
At the same time, her appearance is stunning, she has a perfect figure, she is extremely intelligent, she is extremely talented, and she is a saint in swordsmanship. She has more than half of the advantages that a woman should have.
Although Huang Yanchen also has some character flaws, he is very restrained and not as flamboyant and arrogant as Ling Feiyu.
I really can’t imagine what a difficult character Ling Feiyu was when he was young?
However, her swordsmanship skills really shocked Zhang Ruochen.
Only true swordsmen will understand how profound the "Wordless Sword Manual" is. The further you go, the more obscure it becomes. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to reach a higher level.
Ling Feiyu only spent three hundred years to cultivate Jianjiu to perfection. With such qualifications, even compared with the Sword Emperor and the Queen, they are almost the same. When Ling Feiyu saw the look of surprise on Zhang Ruochen's face, he was naturally filled with excitement.
Quite satisfied, under the veil, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Then, she turned into a stream of purple light and disappeared into the bamboo forest.
"She is truly an extremely arrogant woman. If one day we defeat her, I wonder if she can withstand the blow?"
A strange idea came to Zhang Ruochen's mind.
However, this thought only passed away in a flash. After all, the gap between him and Ling Feiyu was too big. It was indeed too ambitious to want to surpass her now.
Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the bamboo forest and began to adjust his breathing to recover from the injury to his lungs.
In the past month, he has made tremendous progress, not only cultivating the Three of Swords to perfection.
Moreover, he has also learned all the Nine Lives Sword Techniques. Although he has not reached a great level, he can already perform them as he wishes.
In addition, Zhang Ruochen has also done a certain degree of research on the second level of the True Thunder Fire Sword Technique and the "Eight Scale Changes" of the Time Sword Technique, and is practicing steadily.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was recovering from his injuries while recalling the battle with Ling Feiyu just now and summarizing the mistakes he made during the battle.
"With my current strength, if I meet an opponent like Feng Qiao again, I should be able to win easily. My realm has also been completely stabilized. I can swallow the Saint Yuan Dan and hit the realm of the second-level semi-saint."
Every time a Half-Saint reaches a higher level, his strength will increase significantly, so Zhang Ruochen naturally wants to gain a more powerful cultivation level.
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The sky gradually darkened, and a bright full moon appeared above the clouds. The moonlight fell on the ground and penetrated the formation barrier above the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, making the entire world cast a layer of fantasy color.
Wang Jie stood on the edge of the sword tomb, looking at the bright moon above his head. His handsome face showed a ferocious look, and he said: "Tonight, Ling Feiyu and Zhang Ruochen must pay a heavy price."
Next to Wang Jie stood a white-haired old man.
He is short in stature and has wrinkles on his face, but his eyes under his white hair have scarlet bloodshot streaks.
This man's name is Wang Jinsuo, and he is an elder of the Wang family. In terms of seniority, even Wang Jie has to call him Uncle Seventeen.
Wang Jinsuo's voice was quite hoarse and a bit bewildering, saying: "Everyone can tell that Zhang Ruochen must be a lurker of the immortal vampire clan. However, Ling Feiyu tried his best to protect him and turned another sword-wielder to the right person.
Feng Guan enters the Netherworld Dungeon. I don’t know whether the leader of the ancient Zhenjing Clan today makes the decision, or does she make the decision?"
Wang Jie then punched his fists, gnashing his teeth with hatred, and said: "Damn Ling Feiyu, not only did my father give me thirty dozen dragon whips, but also made me lose all face in front of my tribe. No matter what, I must
Take revenge."
"With the young master's strength alone, let alone seeking revenge against Ling Feiyu, even if he were to face Zhang Ruochen, I'm afraid he wouldn't have much chance of winning." Wang Jinsuo said unhurriedly.
Wang Jie gradually suppressed his anger and hid it deep in his heart. He grinned and showed a confident look, saying: "That's why I have to rescue Xiang Zhengfeng. The so-called enemy of my enemy is my friend.
.Just 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 can't do anything to Zhang Ruochen."
"Of course I have other means to restrain that bitch Ling Feiyu. Uncle Seventeen, didn't you realize that tonight is a full moon night?"
Wang Jie pointed to the moon above his head, and at the same time, he seemed to be alluding to something?
Wang Jinsuo's eyes narrowed, he laughed, and said: "I see, the young master is really smart, and I admire him endlessly. On this night of the full moon, that man should have turned into a bloodthirsty monster. If so,
Let him out...哓哓..."
Wang Jie's eyes showed strong murderous intent, and he also let out a gloomy laugh.
Then, Wang Jie and Wang Jinsuo walked into the Sword Tomb, turned into two shadows, and hurried towards the Netherworld Dungeon.