In the Qingshan Sword Ridge, there are remnants of the sword intent left by the predecessors of the Shangzong for several generations, and these sword intents are intertwined into a sword net that spreads from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain under the effect of the Nine Stacks of Sword Formations.

Therefore, the Qingshan disciples who went to the Sword Ridge, the closer they got to the top of the mountain, the stronger the sword intent that their bodies needed to bear, and the more difficult it was to move forward.

Fan A, who was rescued by Fang Chen, suddenly felt much more relaxed after sliding from a distance of seven hundred meters up to below seven hundred meters, and his eyes, which were originally a little misty because of the suppression of sword intent, slowly opened a thin slit.

"Brother, thanks, climb slowly. ”

After realizing that he was rescued by a new disciple later, the moment Fan A opened his eyes, he subconsciously wanted to remind Fang Chen.

Fan A, who was just slumped on the stone wall in an extremely indecent posture, did not see Fang Chen crawling on the ground as he expected when he opened his eyes.

His eyes climbed up along the Sword Ridge, until he was dozens of meters away in front of him, and saw the young man who was wearing a tattered disciple's robe, but walking on the ground in the sword forest, Fan A's eyebrows suddenly raised, and his eyes widened.

"What the fuck is inhuman!"

Eight hundred meters up the Qingshan Sword Ridge, only the last nine disciples were still advancing, but among these nine people, except for Fang Chen, who was still standing upright and slowly advancing, most of the remaining eight people had already moved slowly with their bodies bent, and even more two of them were on all fours like Fan A before, slowly squirming towards the top of the Sword Ridge Mountain.

The sound of the sword when Fan Ah drew his sword, the new disciples of Qingshan, who already knew a lot about Sword Ridge, understood that someone had pulled out the inheritance sword weapon.

Therefore, the new disciples who went up the mountain from different directions around the Sword Ridge all took out a wisp of their minds and looked back.

As a result, the two disciples on the south side of Jianling happened to see Fan A, who was lying on the ground holding a long sword, and Fang Chen, who was walking like a breeze not far in front of him.

The eyebrows were raised slightly, and the two Qingshan new disciples who were only supporting their bodies from falling to the ground glanced at each other quite unnaturally, and then shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

......

As the body of the sword element that is known as the most serious sword cultivation in the world, even if Fang Chen is an acquired cultivator, this natural physique that fits the kendo still occupies a great advantage in the sword ridge.

The young man who was walking more than 700 meters in the Sword Cliff, although his pace had slowed down a lot compared to the beginning, his speed in walking in the Sword Forest was still faster than that of the rest of the new disciples who were still on the Sword Ridge.

Until the young man's footsteps were nearly 800 meters.

"Jianling is six hundred meters upwards, every hundred meters is a big ladder, and the corresponding Jianling sword intent suppression will also go up a big step, this kid's mental firmness is rare in the old man's life, but after eight hundred meters, he will also bend his waist like the rest of the people Jianling. ”

On the cliff south of the Sword Mountains, the elders of the Qingshan Mountains and the people of the Great Xia Inspection Division were still silent with each other, staring at the young man who had already approached the top of the Sword Ridge Mountain in a short period of time.

It wasn't until he saw that Fang Chen's speed had slowed down and was already close to the dividing line at eight hundred meters, that Ruan Tong, the peak master of Amaterasu Peak, who was extremely dissatisfied with the Great Elder Qingshan taking the Fang family's orphans into the mountain, squinted his eyes and said coldly.

Hearing this, the Great Elder Qingshan didn't care, but turned to look at the old peak master of the Humble Peak behind the crowd, the eyes of the two touched slightly, and the eyes of the Great Elder Qingshan were a little waveless, and he turned to look at the young man who had already stepped into the Sword Ridge eight hundred meters with one foot.

Walking from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, except for saving Fan A, Fang Chen's steps never stopped for a moment.

Even the dividing line where the sword intent suppression was significantly enhanced in a few places in Sword Ridge only made the young man sink slightly when he landed, which was far from enough to suppress Fang Chen.

Step 800 meters with your right foot.

Under the gaze of countless people around Jianling, Fang Chen's steps were really stunned, and the young man bent down and lowered his head.

At the position of eight hundred meters of Sword Ridge and more than ten meters upward, the two new disciples of Qingshan who were paying close attention to Fang Chen saw that Fang Chen's body was as stiff as himself, and they finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

On the sword cliff, there was a sneer on the corner of the mouth of the peak master of Amaterasu Peak.

Great Elder Qingshan frowned slightly.

The old peak master of Humble Peak narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Until Fang Chen, who bent down and lowered his head, stretched out his hands, raised his feet in turn in the surprised eyes of everyone, and took off the pair of shoes that had been cut by the sword qi in the Sword Cliff cultivation.

Then he straightened up again at 800 meters up the Sword Cliff, stretched his waist quite casually, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

Fang Chen's two new disciples who were overtaken in an instant were stunned, and they couldn't even grasp the stone wall of Sword Ridge faintly because they had been hit.

Amaterasu Peak Ruan Tong's face sank, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Great Elder Qingshan's expression returned to flatness.

The white-haired old peak master of Humble Peak shook his head with a smile.

Fang Chen, who was walking barefoot on the Sword Ridge, did feel the pressure on his body suddenly increase the moment he stepped above the eight hundred meters.

However, the sword yuan body that absorbed countless sword intent achievements on the Qingshan Sword Cliff originally relied on the Nine Stacks of Sword Qi originally came from this core sword formation, so the two were of the same origin.

The young man who was still marching towards the top of the mountain, although his pace was slightly sluggish because of the suppression of the sword cliff, he still walked extremely firmly by relying on the body of the sword yuan to weaken the suppression of the sword intent to the greatest extent.

There are still a few steps to 900 meters from the Sword Ridge.

"Qingshan's group of new disciples, after three months of cultivation, there are a total of six people in the Middle Three Realms. At this time, the top of the mountain was more than 800 meters, and these six people were also completely included. ”

"According to the results of the previous years, less than half of the middle realm martial artists should be able to walk to the top of the mountain and try to pull out the sword. ”

"It's very difficult, the distribution of sword intent suppression is not only the coordination of the sword ridge's own formation, but the inheritance of sword weapons on it has a greater impact, the sword that has been inserted on the top of the mountain for nearly a hundred years, the suppression of the road after the nine hundred meters of the sword ridge is getting stronger and stronger, and the pass of the nine hundred meters is not at the same level as the previous ones. ”

The disciple Chengjian on the Qingshan Sword Ridge had already entered the final stage, except for the new disciples who were still wandering on the mountainside in a small step, the only people on the Sword Ridge who were really approaching the top of the Sword Ridge were the nine people who were eight hundred meters above, including Fang Chen.

As a test equivalent to a disciple's choice of peaks, the group of Qingshan bigwigs on the cliff are undoubtedly extremely interested in this last remaining disciple with good talents, which sword peak they will choose, and how far they can continue to go out, the second half of Chengjian is very eye-catching.

Fang Chen, who still maintained a calm posture, slowly walked towards the top of the mountain along the gap in the sword forest.

The countless sword weapons that had been brought back from the underworld battlefield in the north around them wantonly spread the sword qi and murderous aura on the sword body at the last end of this mountain peak.

The special nature of the sword element's body made it extremely easy for Fang Chen to walk in these sword qi wandering in the Sword Ridge, and the sword sound around him that should have been terrifying made the young man feel very comfortable.

In one's element.

It wasn't until Fang Chen was the first to walk into that pass that the young man suddenly frowned.

Different from the scattered sword intent below the nine hundred meters, Fang Chen, who entered the nine hundred meters above, immediately noticed the special here, and the sword intent after the nine hundred meters was obviously more agile and active.

It's like a sword intent that knows discipline with a spirit.

It wasn't until Fang Chen looked up and saw the sword weapon at the top of the Sword Ridge that was inserted vertically in the center of the top of the mountain, exuding a formidable chill under the sun.

Only then did he understand that these sword intents were not controlled by the sword array, but by the spirit sword that was obviously far stronger than other inheritance sword weapons.

Fang Chen, who was wearing a tattered disciple's robe, pulled a little smile at the corner of his mouth.

I want this sword.

Taking a step forward from the last hundred meters of Sword Ridge, Fang Chen's straight back bent for a full nine hundred meters, unlike those sword intents he had encountered before, the sword qi in this section was not evaded because of Fang Chen's sword yuan body.

Instead, after the inheritance sword weapon sensed that someone was intruding, they all gathered together and rushed towards the boy together.

The dense sword intent was suppressed, like the terrifying energy from the top of the mountain falling suddenly covered Fang Chen's whole body, because his body was squeezed, the young man's entire body began to shake slightly, and his back and legs gradually bent out of an obvious arc.

But Fang Chen still took a shaky first step forward.

A young man who was born in Broken Alley and couldn't practice, after three months of hard practice in Sword Cliff, his already persistent temperament became more tenacious, and he even understood a truth through the cultivation of Sword Yuan Jue.

There is nothing that cannot be done in the world, and there is no irreversible situation. Born in the waste body, but it can also break those so-called established and change lives against the sky.

The first step forward, Fang Chen's body suddenly shook violently, but the young man didn't know how to retreat, and still took the second step forward against the pressure of that sword qi.

He even slowly raised his head, waist and abdomen, wanting to straighten his spine again.

Within the sea of sword dao qi in Fang Chen's abdomen, although the sword yuan that was cultivating in the Qingshan Sword Cliff was all dead and silent under the suppression of the sword array, but where the sword yuan was in the center, a light suddenly moved.

The cultivation of the Sword Yuan Jue on the Qingshan Sword Cliff, if it weren't for the appearance of the Zhenjie Bead, Fang Chen would either rely on the Yin Yang Sword Soul Dan Gou to survive, or continue to practice for ten deaths.

But because of the appearance of that snow-white bead, everything happened to take a turn for the better. It was only with the sword intent of the sword cliff that Fang Chen, who rushed directly into the initial realm of martial arts, after the cultivation was completed, he realized that there was a little accident in his sword path qi sea.

In that ocean, there was a pitch-black sword intent that had not been absorbed by the Sword Yuan Jue.

It wasn't until the thought in the young man's heart that he wanted to break through everything appeared at this moment, and the wisp of sword intent in his sword path qi sea began to tremble as if he were aware of it.

As a result, the sword intent around the young man began to slowly retreat, and even some small sword intent began to drill into the ocean through the Fang Chen meridians, merging into the black sword intent.

Fang Chen didn't notice the growth of the pitch-black sword intent, but the sudden decrease in pressure around him made the young man slightly stunned.

Then the young man straightened his spine and walked towards the Qingshan Ancestor Inheritance Sword Weapon that stood proudly at the top of the Sword Ridge.

Stretch out your hand to draw your sword.