Broken Sword has unprecedented dignity and pride. In his opinion, no one can become his opponent. His only opponent is himself. Even He Kuang has been surpassed by him. Is there anyone else who can compare with him?
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But at this moment, there was someone chasing him, which he never expected. Facing a person who could surpass He Kuang, he had to pay attention. Although Duanjian had reached this level at this time, he understood very well that this was someone who could surpass He Kuang.
The reason for his accumulation of climbing the ladder several times. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for him to surpass He Kuang. But this young man reached such a height for the first time.
Broken Sword couldn't help but be shocked by this. He was less than fifty steps away from him. This distance gave him strong oppression and tension.
"No matter who you are, you can't surpass me." Duan Jian's eyes showed a cold light of determination, revealing his unsurpassable pride.
Broken Sword is proud, he is the myth of Shengu. Everyone thinks that He Kuang is the only one alive in the myth of Shengu, but they don’t know that he is also alive. He escaped from the crowd by using the golden cicada to escape from the shell, and has been living in seclusion in Shengu ever since. Shengu
There is a big secret, which he knows. So he has had many opportunities to leave the Valley of Gods over the years, but he did not leave. Instead, he continued to hone himself in the Valley of Gods.
It is precisely because of this that he honed the ancient mysterious body, which was extremely rare in ancient times. For this physique, he sealed himself as a living dead for hundreds of years.
He is such a proud person, and everything must be reached to the extreme and perfect. Just like climbing the ladder to heaven, he wants to surpass He Kuang, he wants to walk up the steps that no one can surpass, and he even wants to complete the ladder.
But what Duanjian never expected was that there were people like him who could reach such heights.
There was a chill on Duan Jian's face, and his expression was solemn, with a rare sense of importance. After being shocked, his heart calmed down, and his mind returned to climbing the ladder again, stepping forward step by step. As he took each step, Duan Jian's body
Shaking, breathing like thunder, and veins surging in his body, he withstood the unimaginable huge pressure coming from all directions on the ladder with invincible belief.
Each step was difficult. With every step he took, the veins surging on Broken Sword's body became more numerous.
"I will transform into a god and the way of heaven. I am one body. How can the way of heaven deceive me?" Broken Sword roared, and the sound vibrated out, rolling endlessly in the void with endless sound waves, like a wild beast roaring into the sky, between heaven and earth.
It echoed endlessly, and the roar roared, causing the wind and clouds in the sky and earth to roll violently.
The endless pressure seemed to be shattered. Broken Sword took a few steps and climbed upwards. But after taking a few steps, his body began to tremble violently, and the veins on his body appeared like thick green dragons.
On his skin, it felt like his body was about to explode.
Seeing Broken Sword acting like this, everyone was secretly dumbfounded. They didn't know how much pressure Broken Sword must have endured to make an emperor-level person with an ancient mysterious body act like this.
When everyone turned their attention from the broken sword to Xu Feng, they saw Xu Feng closing his eyes, clenching his fists, and walking forward. The steps were very slow, and every step he took would be like a step on the ladder to heaven.
It's like vibrating.
Both of them walked up slowly with difficult steps, but the distance between Xu Feng and Duanjian continued to get closer.
"It's level 40! The distance between the two of them is less than level 40."
"Xu Feng! Work hard! Catch up and break the myth of Broken Sword!"
Everyone looked straight at the image projected on the ladder, and everyone clenched their fists. Especially Xianxian and Xu Weixin, they kept calling in their hearts.
Both of them walked up slowly, their bodies trembling, especially their legs, which were shaking a little.
"Broken Sword, level ninety-eight thousand three hundred and fifty!"
"Xu Feng, level ninety-eight thousand three hundred and thirteen!"
Everyone clearly counted the steps they took, and saw that Xu Feng was only thirty-seven steps away from the Broken Sword. They were shocked from the depths of their hearts, with disbelief in their eyes, and their eyes full of horror.
Everyone's eyes were focused on it. Broken Sword climbed up step by step, and Xu Feng kept climbing up to catch up. Xu Feng's steps were not fast, only a few steps faster than Broken Sword, but it was just such a step. Xu Feng kept climbing.
The distance between the tension and the broken sword.
"Thirty-sixth level!"
"Level 35!"
"Level 34!"
"..."
"It's level twenty!"
Everyone's hearts were constantly shaken, as if they were being beaten with a heavy hammer. Everyone looked at Xu Feng in shock, watching Xu Feng and the other party constantly tightening. Everyone's heart was raised to the extreme, and they all held their breath.
Watching this scene, looking forward to the birth of a myth.
"Xu Feng! Can you catch up with Broken Sword?"
With the broken sword in front of him, he gritted his teeth. He was sweating profusely and panting. His hair had long been messy, and veins were surging on his body. He kept moving forward while roaring, with a fiery madness.
"Broken Sword must have felt oppressed!"
"Yes! He is such a proud person, how can he allow Xu Feng to surpass him?"
"This time, Broken Sword may have to be ranked!"
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Broken Sword roared, raised his foot and stepped forward. He actually increased his speed and began to widen the distance between him and Xu Feng.
Xu Feng still closed his eyes. He used all his strength to understand his own way, and used his unparalleled faith to resist all kinds of pressure from heaven. Although Xu Feng closed his eyes, he could still feel the man in black robes in front of him.
Not far from him.
"Since the myth created by Master has been broken, let the disciples renew it for you! Master's honor must be maintained for him."
Xu Feng had always walked alone before and had no desire to compete with others. But at this point, every step he took was extremely difficult. Looking at the people not far away in front of him, he felt a desire to compete for dominance.
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With these thoughts in mind, Xu Feng suddenly rose up, condensing infinite momentum on his body. This momentum danced out, resisting the pressure from the outside world. He suddenly burst out with a terrifying explosive force from the inside out.
His body seemed to have lost its restraints. He shot forward violently, and his speed actually increased again.
"Nineteenth level!"
"Level 18!"
"It's level fifteen!"
Everyone stared at the two people in the void, their hearts unable to calm down for a long time. He kept chasing up, closing the distance between the two step by step.
"Ah..." Broken Sword roared, and he went completely crazy. At this time, he was only eighty-five levels away from Xu Feng. How could this keep him from going crazy?
Duanjian has never taken anyone in the world seriously. Even He Kuang, he feels that he can definitely surpass him at this time. He feels that he is the first person since Shengu. His pride determines that no one can surpass him.
, no matter what, he must maintain his supreme status,
The broken sword had bulging veins, its eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and its face was twisted and ferocious. He stepped hard and climbed forward. Withstanding this endless pressure, every time this pressure hit his body, it penetrated
Entering every part of his soul, the Broken Sword climbed crazily and violently like a wild beast.
"Ninety-eight thousand six hundred steps!"
"Ninety-eight thousand six hundred and fifty levels!"
"Ninety-eight thousand seven hundred levels!"
"..."
Breaking the sword with all his strength, he gritted his teeth and went up. His body was radiant, and he kept going up with invincible momentum, walking a hundred steps in a row.
"You are proud enough to be able to force this emperor."
After Broken Sword reached the 98,700th step, he seemed to have run out of breath. He stayed there, his chest rising and falling, and the rioting light on his body dimmed as a result, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.
As if gone.
Duanjian stood on this step, calming down the breath in his heart. He thought that by walking a hundred steps in a row, he must have distanced himself from the opponent. This made Duanjian couldn't help but turn his head and look over, but this look
His expression changed drastically.
"This is impossible!"
Less than fifteen steps behind him, a young man chased up step by step with heavy footsteps.
Broken Sword's eyes widened and he looked at the chasing figure with shock. He gritted his teeth and did not hesitate to use up his strength to lift it up. He originally thought that this would be able to distance the two people. But he never expected that not only did they not distance themselves, but instead
The distance is getting closer.
Broken Sword showed disbelief and shock. His eyes were immediately shrouded in madness. He actually bit his tongue, and the blood pouring out of his tongue burned. As the blood burned, his dim light burst out again.
He stepped forward again and hurried forward.
Seeing that the broken sword actually burned its own essence and blood, countless people suddenly stood up.
The duel on the ladder had reached a crazy level. Whether it was Duan Jian or Xu Feng, they used all their strength. Both of them were trembling, but they gritted their teeth and climbed up step by step.
"This is the fight between the dragon and the tiger! This is the real fight for hegemony!"
Everyone looked at the ladder with enthusiasm. The fight had reached its most intense level. Everyone knew that the winner would be determined soon. Everyone's emotions reached their peak, and everyone stared at the ladder intently.
projection on.
Xu Feng was able to force his sword to break like this. This was something no one could have imagined.
"Who is the real hero?" Everyone looked at the stage passionately, and the palace was filled with excitement.
Broken Sword climbed up again, his steps were trembling, but faster than before, and he kept climbing step by step. He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and stepped on the ladder to the sky with a pride that he could not surpass.
Xu Feng, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and pressed forward step by step, regardless of the trembling of his feet. He kept following in his own way and with his master's honor in mind.
The voices of discussion, uproar, and exclamations kept ringing in the Tiangong. Everyone was extremely excited, and at the same time they were looking forward to Xu Feng catching up with Broken Sword, and looking forward to what the outcome of this fight between dragon and tiger would be.
Everyone wants to know who is the real number one and who is the next myth of Kamiya!
Can the pride of Broken Sword and the myth of Broken Sword be broken by this lagging young man? The more they know about the glorious figure of Broken Sword back then, the more excited they are for this competition for supremacy.