Night.

The night of the world of yellow sand is exceptionally bright, and the night sky is full of stars, making this mountain brighter and brighter.

The person walking in the sea of swords was already sweating profusely, his whole body was watered with all kinds of sword intent, covered in blood, and he had blood-colored footprints one step at a time.

The young man who walked up the stairs did not let out a muffled snort even though he had blood on his body, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, and there was only one thought in his heart, that is, his sword must not be lost to the sword of his predecessors.

The sword intent of the body has changed from the identity of the original challenger to the challenged, and there is only one reason for the identity exchange, that is, his growth is too fast.

The sword intent in his body was constantly challenged by the foreign sword intent, and he was also scarred, and the originally strong sword intent was shattered, chopped, and crushed, and then reorganized again.

The torture is endless, and as long as he doesn't retreat, then continue. Wandering between life and death, constantly improving, seeking the Tao is also seeking the sword.

In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

The two people of Jingfeng Pavilion, who were waiting halfway up the mountain, became uneasy from anticipation, because Zhang Kaifeng had been gone for too long.

"How long has it been since Sir!" Jing Fengting asked uneasily.

Cao Yueqiu's face was solemn: "It's been two days and two nights!"

Jing Feng Ting's jade face changed: "Has anyone ever been to the top?"

"I don't know anything about the martial arts today, does your husband want to climb to the top?" Cao Yueqiu's face changed greatly.

"Is there danger?" Jing Fengting worried.

Cao Yueqiu nodded and said: "Not to mention the danger, the people who have been able to climb the peak of this sword mountain throughout the ages are the strongest swordsmen in the world today, and the sword intent they left behind, you should have experienced it yourself along the way!"

Jing Fengting hurriedly said, "Mr. is in danger, then I will also go up." ”

Cao Yueqiu grabbed her hand and said, "Do you want to die?"

"I don't care, anyway, the gentleman can't be in danger. Jing Fengting was anxious: "You let go." ”

"I won't let go. Cao Yueqiu's expression was firm.

Jingfeng Pavilion Yurong instantly became cold: "Don't force me to kill you!"

"Even if you kill me, I won't let go, and I won't agree to die when I see you die. Cao Yueqiu didn't take a step back, and then sighed: "Have you forgotten what your husband said to you when he went up the mountain? Why don't you think about it, if he is not sure, he will not go up the mountain, and besides, he has not come down yet, it does not mean that he is in danger." It can only show that Mr. Youjia's strength is too high. ”

"What you said is true?" Jing Fengting's face softened a little.

"You sit down first. Cao Yueqiu nodded.

Seeing that Jing Fengting's mood had recovered a little, Cao Yueqiu said: "If you care about it, it will be chaotic, with your husband's kendo cultivation, even if you can't break through, you won't break through, but cultivate quietly, it is impossible to come down so quickly, it is possible for martial artists to retreat for ten and a half years, if you rush up and disturb your husband, the consequences may be worse, so we still wait here." ”

"Besides, the news that your Mr. family is here must not be hidden, you must be prepared for a fierce battle, and it will be good to have a little more strength when the time comes. Cao Yueqiu said.

Jing Fengting thought about it and felt right, and said, "It's only like this!"

Cao Yueqiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she finally calmed down, otherwise he would have followed him to death. Glancing at the sword qi that was as thick as water on the mountain road, he was terrified all the way, and he was already at the limit when he came here.

Fortunately, in the past few days in the desert, I didn't succeed in stealing the teacher in vain, and I followed those two people, and my face was not red or heartbeat, and now I can do it. I just hope that person will retreat from the difficulties and not have an accident, otherwise his little life will be hanging in the balance.

In this way, a few more days passed, and there was still no movement on that quality mountain road.

And Zhang Kaifeng, who was sitting on the mountain road, had already gone up again, and finally climbed to the top.

The blood-drenched man came to the top, and the most shocking scene came into view.

This is the peak of Tianduan Mountain, and there is another cave on the peak. In front of him were people who had been extinguished sitting in the thick sword qi, their physical bodies were immortal, even if they were dead, they still maintained their appearance when they were alive.

There are men and women, old and young, there are many age levels Zhang Kaifeng counted them carefully, there were hundreds of people, and the people who could come here were all swordsmen who were peerless in the way of the sword, looking at their costumes, they were all from different eras. They all came to this place in order to pursue the realm of kendo, but they all failed, and some of them chose this place as a grave instead of breaking through the hopelessness, which is why they converge into such a thick sword mountain.

No wonder there is such a sentence in the Demon Sword Dao to describe this Heavenly Broken Mountain, "It is a sword mound, and it is also a destination." ”

After Zhang Kaifeng reached the top, he was full of sword intent, and after seeing these people, he was not afraid, his eyes flashed, the failure of others does not mean that he will fail, he chose to come here in order to succeed and become the strongest.

After thinking about it, he chose a place to sit cross-legged and practice with his eyes closed.

Let go of the talisman sword intent and let the surrounding sword qi pour into his body, Zhang Kaifeng, who was strong-willed, couldn't help but snort, the sword qi was too strong. If it weren't for the fact that he had used the sword qi of Sword Mountain to refine his physique and sword intent in the past few days, I am afraid that such a bold move would have been torn to pieces by the sword qi here at this time.

Such a move seemed to anger the many sword intents sleeping here, all of them were sword leaders, and in the face of the challenge of the latecomers, of course, they did not hesitate to shoot, the sword qi surged, and one after another the sword intent condensed into sword qi and slashed towards him.

The sharp sword qi is all kinds, like a knife and a gun...... And so on, like a torrential downpour of rain. In a trance, every sword qi split down, as if to see what kind of demeanor he was in life, outstanding swordsmanship stood proudly at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and it was a piece of ancient history of swordsmanship, the picture scroll was magnificent, overwhelming, showing in front of him.

The infinite amount of sword qi added to his body, Zhang Kaifeng resisted alone, his white hair was scattered, the clothes on his body had long been torn apart by the sword qi, and the bronze body flashed with treasure, even if the bones and tendons were broken, it could be quickly repaired, which was caused by his vigorous qi and blood after entering the realm of returning to the void.

After reaching the top, the sword intent was condensed and formed, which was the primordial spirit of the three flowers that the martial artist was pursuing, and the villain's face that had just been condensed was not yet clear, he stood in front of his eyebrows, looking at the world, and the body did not give in, and accepted the baptism and tempering of the sea of swords. The bronze peerless Saint Demon Sword has been passed down for generations, and Zhang Kaifeng doesn't know what metal it is made of. The long sword was placed on his knees, and he was forged again by the sea of swords, and it was tempered like an ancestral weapon in Kyushu, and it was never broken, and it became stronger and more immortal.

Zhang Kaifeng was in the sky full of sword qi, every inch of his body was flickering, bathing in endless sword qi, and every time he exhaled from his nose and mouth, he spewed out sword qi. He wants to temper his immortal physique, baptize the primordial gods, and refine the long sword that proves the sword with him. Although he was able to resist at this time, he did not dare to relax a bit, because the real horror was still to come.

(End of chapter)