In the vast world, the way of kendo can be said to be varied, ever-changing, kendo is naturally pure and mixed, everyone's heart is different, the kendo world that can be seen is also different, and the temptation of kendo is also different.

Some monks can only give up because their own potential is not enough, they can only see but not touch the kendo, but some people have good potential, but they don't know what is in front of them, or they can't resist the confusion of the powerful kendo, and forcibly fuse the kendo, or imitate the kendo, which eventually leads to a mental breakdown and becomes a madman.

There were several such examples in the daytime, and Zhao Haifeng had already reminded him, so he had nothing to sympathize with these self-inflicted people.

Seeing these crazy or demented people, those disciples who were lucky really realized the risks that Zhao Haifeng said before, those words were not lies, but well-founded.

Some disciples who had already woken up originally wanted to give it a try, but after thinking about it a few times, many of them chose to give up.

In the kendo world, everyone reveals their own true intentions, and they can't fake it at all, so when they really encounter those that are moving enough, some people can't resist after all.

Compared with the ethereal sword path, some people are still lacking, after all, there is only one life, and no successor of Dosa dares to let it go.

However, although many disciples did not choose to enter the kendo world again, they did not leave immediately.

These people all surrendered their eyes to the three people in front, and everyone wanted to know what was the kendo world that He Yanqiu and the three of them encountered?

"If you want me to guess, the sword bearer they met must be extremely strong!"

"Maybe you'll meet several at once!"

"Yes, yes, yes, their strength and potential are so good, they will definitely get a lot of gains!"

It is impossible for these onlookers to say that they are not blushing, but they also know that according to their own strength, there is no chance to obtain it, even if it is placed in front of them.

He Yanqiu's body was already covered with large and small scars, and fresh blood continued to overflow, covering those dark blood that had been coagulated again and again.

Although his mental strength has been exhausted to a few points, He Yanqiu has no intention of giving up.

The twenty sword passers in front of him are already the ninth wave, as long as they resist again, He Yanqiu will be able to buy a higher position again and observe more profound and powerful sword moves.

The sword bearer is the most basic test in the kendo world, and it can also be said to be the only test, all eyes are seen through the way of the sword passer, and only those who defeat more sword passers have the opportunity to learn stronger sword moves.

Because He Yanqiu deliberately displayed his sword path before, most of the sword bearers He Yanqiu met had mastered the sword moves that contained life emotions, and this sword move was also the sword move that was most in line with He Yanqiu's practice, so He Yanqiu learned and progressed very quickly.

Only by learning and using it can he exert the greatest power, and through the continuous life-and-death struggle with the sword bearer, He Yanqiu will continue to integrate the sword moves he has comprehended, and even surpass the original sword moves.

It can be said that without this constant fighting and learning, He Yanqiu would not have been able to improve so much.

The constantly improving strength is like a supplementary power, which is fed back to He Yanqiu himself, so that He Yanqiu can deal with the siege again and again more calmly.

The pressure increased with the increase in the number of sword passers, and the cooperation of these sword passers was completely unmissed, at least with the current He Yanqiu, he had not found a loophole once.

Only by relying on the mastered sword moves, the most direct confrontation, can there be a chance to defeat, this is He Yanqiu found a difficult road. Perhaps what the Sword God Monument wants to sharpen most is the indomitable momentum of the trialist, and only those who are fearless can become the best sword cultivators.

It took a lot of experience and dozens of wounds added to his body, and He Yanqiu finally defeated the ninth wave of sword passers, and next, the tenth wave was a sword passer.

Zhao Haifeng stood in the air, although the distance was very far, but the expressions of He Yanqiu and the three of them were all seen by him.

It seems that the pressure they encountered is not small! Although Zhao Haifeng did not personally enter the core position, there were some subtle records in the treasured classics in the Lingyu Sect, although the words were vague, but the kind of palpitations that were revealed had always lingered in Zhao Haifeng's mind.

Cold sweat continued to burst out from the foreheads of He Yanqiu and the others, and this was already the seventh hour.

The state of the three is not very good, especially Tian Wu'er.

Although Tian Wu'er's talent is outstanding, after all, his strength is still weak, and his mental power and spiritual power are not enough to support him for too long.

As for Ouyang Ziyou, although his strength is strong, his kendo talent may not be too good, and he is inferior to He Yanqiu and Tian Wu'er, so his state is only better than Tian Wu'er.

Zhao Haifeng's words were not casually said, but had a basis. It is already rare for the three of He Yanqiu to hold on for such a long time, and every hour after more than eight hours will double the pressure, so in Zhao Haifeng's opinion, it is impossible for He Yanqiu and the three of them to persist for twelve hours a day.

In the records of the Lingyu Sect, only one person has ever held out for a day.

"It's the limit. Zhao Haifeng looked at Tian Wu'er's slightly trembling body and sighed.

Although eight hours is already okay, it is still a pity for Tian Wu'er. If Tian Wu'er's cultivation can step into the realm of breaking the void, maybe she can hold on for another hour or two.

Seeing that Tian Wu'er was about to fall, Zhao Haifeng was about to go to save people, but was preempted by the kind old man who always stood behind Tian Wu'er.

"Don't worry about Zhao Zhangjiao, just come by yourself. The old guy said a word to Zhao Haifeng, and his tone was the same as his expression.

A black light flashed, and the kind old man had already taken Tian Wu'er out of the Sword God Monument, except for a few people, no one even found out how Tian Wu'er had disappeared.

Zhao Haifeng's eyes changed from the trivial matter in mid-air, and he had another understanding of the strength of that old man.

It seems that he is still underestimating, Zhao Haifeng sighed.

Just as Zhao Haifeng gathered his mind and turned his gaze to He Yanqiu and the others. Suddenly, an unexpected voice came.

"Zhao Zhangjiao, this time it is regarded as inheriting a favor from the Lingyu Sect, I Tian Fugui wrote it down, and I have the opportunity to repay it. ”

This voice came directly into Zhao Haifeng's ears from a distance, and even Zhao Haifeng didn't figure out where it came from.

Zhao Haifeng's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, although he didn't know what the identity of the person who spoke just now was, but it must be related to Tian Wu'er, and since the name had been informed, it meant that he had really recorded the favor of the Lingyu Sect.

Unconsciously, by chance, Zhao Haifeng actually formed a good fate, which may be good news for the Spirit Jade Sect.

Zhao Haifeng couldn't figure out that person's strength at all, but it would definitely not be weaker than the old man who spoke before.

Time passed again, Zhao Haifeng's disciple, Ouyang Ziyou finally couldn't hold on, his body was in a trance and then leaned back, Zhao Haifeng's eyes were fast, and then he dodged and brought Ouyang Ziyou out from under the Sword God Monument.

Although the time of enlightenment is still a little short of nine hours, on the whole, it can be regarded as a good qualification, and Zhao Haifeng is not too disappointed.

(End of chapter)