In an instant, six types of terrifying swordsmanship passed through a space that seemed to not exist, and attacked Nie Heng's sea of consciousness from the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
"It's the Soul-Destroying Soul-Burning Sword, the Red Sky Sword of the Great Sun, the Home Sword, the Looming Sword, the Cloud-Calaming Sword, and the Fang Sword..."
Almost as soon as the sword intent appeared, Nie Heng already understood it.
Calmly and calmly operating his soul power, he also unleashed six different styles of sword intent.
These sword intentions are absolutely exquisite swordsmanship magical powers, which can be said to be unparalleled...
Bang bang bang bang...
In an instant, the sword intent transformed by all the swordsmanship magical powers suddenly bombarded together.
It was as if two extremely powerful men had launched a brutal bombardment.
As the bombardment began, Venerable Cunxue's expression suddenly changed, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. He still maintained his cross-legged posture, but retreated several feet back before he could barely stabilize himself.
The Shrouded Lord flew out directly, and his posture was extremely ugly when he landed.
"What a terrifying pressure...is this the power of the sword?"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Venerable Cunxue couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: Why didn't he practice swordsmanship in the first place?
Without practicing swordsmanship, the sea of consciousness will naturally not be able to withstand the impact of too much sword intent.
Even if these sword intentions are not aimed at them at all, just sensing them will cause an impact or even serious damage to their sea of consciousness!
Lord Shroud didn't think much about it. Since he could no longer sense it, he should quickly remember what he had learned previously.
He immediately sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
…
On the fiftieth floor, Nie Tianyang finally stopped sensing.
Looking at his son high up, he felt a sense of admiration.
Heng'er is already so powerful!
What kind of chance did he encounter?
What kind of terrifying master does he have?
And the magical sword skills he mastered are all so powerful and terrifying, and the number is so astonishing...
Fortunately, he is still the leader of the Xuanjian Sect. He has always believed that his talent in swordsmanship is extremely high. He also thinks that the swordsmanship and magical powers he knows are profound enough and numerous.
What's the result?
Compared with his own son, there is a huge gap like clouds and mud!
After thinking for a while, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and closed his eyes: No matter what, his son has become very powerful, that's good!
With unabashed pride and pride, he also began to understand further.
…
After that, Nie Heng went up the fourth level of stone steps, and Qin Feng stopped sensing.
He knew that he had indeed received a blessing, a great opportunity.
Even though he cultivated speed, the weapon was still a dagger. A dagger was a sword after all, so it was natural that he could learn from the swordsmanship he had sensed before.
He... realized it with satisfaction.
She Shiyun sensed one more level than him, and then stopped sensing without waiting for Nie Heng's instructions!
She knows her limits, so she doesn't need reminders!
…
When Nie Heng stepped onto the sixty-sixth stone step, Li Chenghui finally stopped sensing.
What he has modified is the way of swordsmanship, and his strength is stronger than other martial masters, so he can sense the present.
But he has reached his limit.
However, in what seemed to be a short process before, he gained an understanding that he would never dare to imagine.
When he sat cross-legged on the spot, and after a week of luck, he indeed condensed a sword energy in the sea of consciousness...
No, this is not simple sword energy, this should be sword intention.
As his mind dictated, this sword intention did not dissipate or cut out immediately, but began to change in his sea of consciousness.
Sometimes it looks like a dragon, sometimes it looks like a pearl, it is ready to move but it seems that it can be sacrificed by him at any time.
Is this the most basic form of Sword Intention, or the simplest form?
When everything is understood clearly by him, can he use a powerful sword with a single thought to kill the enemy invisible and kill the enemy thousands of miles away?
…
Nie Heng is still moving up.
All the way up!
Seventy-two stone steps, broken, keep going up!
Eighty-one stone steps, broken, keep going up!
Ninety floors...
Ninety-one floors...
Ninety-two floors...
Ninety-three floors...
Ninety-fourth floor...
On every floor, Nie Heng felt like he was strolling in a garden!
Ninety-fifth floor...
Ninety-sixth floor...
Ninety-seventh floor...
Ninety-eight floors...
He still had his hands behind his back, and his white shirt made a whispering sound from time to time in the wind, but it never tore in the slightest.
…
Zhao Hu, Zhao Long, Qin Feng, Baili Yi, Nie Tianyang, She Shiyun, Master Shroud, Master Cunxue and others all stopped to meditate and had already stood up.
"He actually..."
"It's the ninety-eighth floor!"
"As expected of the Young Sect Master!"
"Compared with him, our efforts are far from enough!"
"Brother Nie Heng..."
Looking at Nie Heng's already small figure, they seemed to see a high mountain.
…
Li Chenghui was the strongest among everyone, but when he looked at Nie Heng's back, he still felt as if he was facing a peak.
"For thousands of years, he has been the warrior closest to the Sword of the First Emperor!"
For thousands of years, only ordinary palace maids who were unable to practice or embark on the path of martial arts would not be affected by the influence of the sword and could enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion and be responsible for the cleanliness and silence inside.
"Also... I can't believe that for thousands of years, we have all been wrong! I... my ancestors have all been wrong!"
"The Sword of the First Emperor is not just here to protect the imperial capital!"
"The existence of the sword is equivalent to providing future generations and even foreign disciples with the best place to learn the art of swordsmanship!"
"Here, Daxia disciples with good potential and talent can obtain good fortune, learn certain swordsmanship and magical powers, and comprehend the true meaning and mysteries of higher levels of swordsmanship and even martial arts..."
"But... we were all wrong! Even the previous emperors only knew how to sacrifice in the side hall to obtain the defensive or offensive power of the First Emperor's Sword."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed on his face, ashamed of being the First Emperor!
It was also at this time that his eyes suddenly widened because Nie Heng moved.
One more floor up, it’s the ninety-ninth floor!
Ninety-nine floors, the last floor!
…
tread……
With one light step, Nie Heng was already prepared to face the sword intent that should appear.
But surprisingly, nothing happened.
"Isn't it possible that there isn't one on this floor?"
Just as he was wondering, a hoarse voice sounded in Nie Heng's mind: "How many years has it been? Finally someone can come in... I have... waited for too long!"
…
Yincheng, the imperial capital of the Daxia Empire.
Deep in the splendid palace, in a study room, a man in his twenties suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing, and the pen he was holding in his hand slipped.
Seeing this, a dignified woman as soft as jade frowned slightly and asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Hearing this, the man took a deep breath and quickly replied: "No...it's nothing..."
"Since it's nothing, let's continue!" The dignified woman took a deep breath and said, "If things really change, then your letter will determine our life or death!"
…
Also in Yincheng, in a magnificent mansion, a man in rich clothes stood in front of a wall.
On the wall is a map, which is the territory of the Daxia Empire and several surrounding empires.
Looking at the map, he smiled and stroked it gently with one hand.
But at this moment, he seemed to suddenly notice something and frowned slightly.
"Does Xianyu still want to stand up?"
…
In Lincang City, Li Shanshan had been looking sad for several days.
No one knows why this is...
Only the two old men who had been following her closely guessed something: it seemed that since the princess heard that Nie Heng had also gone to the north, she had not smiled again.
only……
At this moment, she seemed to sense something. She stood up and walked to the window, looking at the northern sky.
"What does this feel like? A throbbing from the depths of your soul?"