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Ge Yongzhao led the team forward, everyone was in the mood to play in the mountains and rivers, and no one knew how many people could come back from this exploration of the ruins. ∈ ↗ Top,..

Among the countless powerhouses, the sword master is only the lowest-level martial artist, if there is no Ge Yongzhao, if he encounters a sword sect, he will be completely destroyed.

For the strong, the periphery of the ruins they are about to experience is a safe area, but for them, it may not be safe.

Exploring the ruins, the danger comes not only from the ruins themselves, but also from the people who also explore the ruins, and even the aftermath of the battle between the Sword Venerable and the Sword Saint can make them disappear.

Ge Yongzhao was even more cautious, no one could know if those sword lights roaring from the sky would be a sword venerable, or a sword saint powerhouse.

Although he is a master in the Sword Sect, and his combat power is above that of the ordinary Sword Sect, if he encounters the Sword Venerable and the Sword Saint, he still has no power to fight back.

Everyone is a martial artist, and no one chooses to quit, especially as a sword cultivator, he has an indomitable momentum.

Those who will give up halfway and quit halfway have already chosen to quit long before the team set off, and will not wait until now, and everyone already knows the danger of exploring the demigod ruins.

The current situation has only changed from dangerous to dangerous.

Tang Zhan was infected by the atmosphere of the team, and although he was not afraid, he also fell silent.

From this day on, every time I rested, there were no more people who went out to play, and all of them stayed in the inn and seized the time to work hard to improve.

A month later, despite their deliberate slowdown, they reached the seashore in the southeast.

Entering a seaside city, it took a long time to settle down in an inn.

Now the seaside city is overcrowded, and there are only four people in a room.

After settling down, Ge Yongzhao went out to look for fishing boats and prepared to cross the sea to the demigod ruins, while the others recuperated at the inn.

During the month. Tang Zhan stepped up his cultivation, and finally before he reached the seaside, he successfully promoted to the peak of the ninth level of the sword master.

Strength is in the body again.

The seal that Tang Tianwei set for him was not a real realm bottleneck, at most he could only simulate the bottleneck state and pass through this seal. Let him experience and understand more about the power of the corresponding realm level.

It is precisely because of this sealing mode that every time Tang Zhan breaks through a trace of sealing and improves a realm, his combat power will be fully recovered.

Tang Zhan became a ninth-level sword master, and his divine thoughts recovered a little, although he could not cover the starry sky at every turn as in the past, but he explored a radius of 100 meters. No problem.

It has been a few months since I comprehended the artistic conception of the wind. At the same time as Tang Zhan's cultivation was improving, the artistic conception of the wind was also constantly evolving, entering the level of the martial arts realm, completing the transformation of the technical realm, and steadily advancing to the artistic realm.

In addition, he also fought with Li Xiao and Hong Tianhe, and instructed the two of them in swordsmanship at the same time. Comprehend the new sword intent and transform it into artistic conception power. He has comprehended the artistic conception of fire, water, and wood.

When they settle down. The four artistic conceptions mastered by Tang Zhan completed the initial fusion.

At this point, he was still not in a hurry to break through the Sword Sect, but fought steadily in the realm of a ninth-level sword master, pursuing more sword intent and artistic conception comprehension.

A new level of skill realm unfolded in front of his eyes, and the realm did not surpass the previous skill realm level. But in terms of power, it is not the same.

Recovering the peak of his technique, Tang Zhan finally knew how important something he was missing in his original cultivation.

The last time I practiced, I still reached the level of the Great Perfection of the Realm. But in essence, it lacks the most basic support, like a castle in the air.

Extrapolating the artistic conception of the first level from the technical realm, and reversing the sword intent of the first level, his technical realm level has been continuously strengthened.

Under normal circumstances, a martial artist comprehends the realm of martial arts, starting with sword intent, then transforming into artistic conception, and finally adding his own will and rising to the level of skill realm.

Just like Tang Tang, when he first comprehended the sword intent, he only had the Qingfeng sword intent, but with Tang Zhan's fingers, he gradually comprehended various other types of wind, such as strong winds, hurricanes, and breezes, each of which had its own characteristics, and each of them would change with the changes in the environmental scene.

Strictly speaking, the wind that makes up the artistic conception of the wind is ever-changing and endless, and it is precisely because of this situation that it is necessary to join the warrior's own will, so that any wind can be used for his own use, and at this point it is the real skill realm level, which is much more delicate than the rough practice of Tang Zhan's will to control everything, and it is also more economical to save his own strength.

The people meditated and ascended in the inn every day, and they stayed in the inn for ten days.

Ge Yongzhao is still looking for a ship to return, and now there are too many warriors going to the ruins, and the ships can only go to sea, and there is no one, even if the price is high, it is useless.

Similar to the practice of the Immortal Sword Sect, most sects divide their disciples into two groups, one group for in-depth exploration, and one group for collision on the periphery.

"Get out, our Heavenly Sword Sect Senior Sister Lin, we want to rest here. ”

Tang Zhan was in the middle of the final artistic conception condensation, and heard a shouting sound coming from downstairs.

He slowly opened his eyes, and during this time, the artistic conception comprehension was complete.

All things in the world and all kinds of emotions of human beings can become artistic conceptions, but the most fundamental artistic conception is fixed, and most of the others are the result of evolution.

At present, even if there is something missing, he is no longer demanding, and it is impossible for a person to comprehend all the artistic conceptions in the world.

After careful consideration, he prepared for the future, leaving room for further comprehension.

I didn't understand it before, I didn't know it, but now that I know it, I can naturally continue to supplement it after the breakthrough.

"If you let us go out, even the Heavenly Sword Sect can't be so domineering. ”

Li Xiao's voice came, with strong anger.

"Hmph, our Heavenly Sword Sect has always been so domineering, just the Immortal Sword Sect, and we still want to resist!"

At first, there was a sneer, followed by a muffled snort.

There was a cacophony of voices downstairs, shouting, and the sound of a long sword unsheathed mixed together.

Tang Zhan was startled, suddenly got up, and quickly appeared downstairs.

In the lobby of the inn, the atmosphere was tense.

More than thirty people from the Immortal Sword Sect and another group of black-clothed youths glared at each other.

In addition to the disciples of the two factions, there were also a large number of martial artists onlookers.

Tang Zhan looked at the people of the Immortal Sword Gate, Li Xiao's breath was disordered, there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and with the support of Hong Tianhe, he barely stood and stared ahead.

Tang Tang's long sword was unsheathed and protected in front of the two of them, with Yin Hong's blood stains on the tip of the sword.

Across from him, a young man in black gasped for breath, his right hand clutching his chest, blood pouring from his fingers.

Ge Yongzhao was not there, he flew to the demigod ruins, and there was no ship to be found here, so he had to bring one back from the demigod ruins.

Seeing Tang Zhan, everyone in the Immortal Sword Sect shouted respectfully: "Senior brother!"

Everyone looked bad, showing aggrieved eyes. ”

Combined with the voice he heard before, Tang Zhan already knew what was happening, and the red glint in his eyes flashed. (To be continued.) )