The Sword Pavilion is very tall, this is Cheng Jun's first impression.

Dressed in the rose-red glow of the sunset, the Sword Pavilion stands quietly on the cliff, where it is the very top of the entire mountain.

At the foot of the Sword Pavilion is a cliff. At the top of the cliff, there was only an extremely narrow platform, and the walls on all sides of the Sword Pavilion were less than two feet away from the cliff at most, and you could almost step into the air as soon as you stepped on it. The kind clouds float in your Excellency, and when the angle is good, you will even feel that the entire attic is growing on the white clouds.

As for the Sword Pavilion itself, it is not tall. It's only three stories high. But the bottom floor was suspended in the air, and eight copper pillars as sharp as sharp swords were firmly rooted in the rocks, supporting the foundation of the entire Sword Pavilion. On top of the copper pillar, it is an antique attic, carved beams and painted buildings, the eaves angle obliquely flying, unexpectedly elegant and exquisite, with a trace of distant tranquility in the sunset.

On the eight copper pillars, there are four metal chains with arm thickness, which are connected to the relatively low peaks on the southeast and northwest sides, and four rope bridges are erected out of thin air. The iron chain shook slightly in the steep mountain wind, as if it were not an iron chain, but a hairspring, which would break at any moment.

But the four chain bridges are all the connections between the outside world and the Sword Pavilion.

One of the chains is linked to the mountain peak at Cheng Jun's feet.

Cheng Jun tried, but he still couldn't fly, and he couldn't release the light spirit technique, and if he wanted to go to the Sword Pavilion, he had to walk over from the chain. At that moment, the footsteps moved, and I stepped forward steadily.

Step by step, with emptiness, move forward.

The mountain wind was very strong, especially when he left the cliff and walked into the air, he could clearly feel the shaking under his feet. The iron chain swayed like a kite string in the harsh wind, and with Cheng Jun's footsteps, it made a rattling sound. is so bumpy, and there is an abyss under your feet, as long as ordinary people think about it, they will be cold everywhere, let alone walk up.

However, Cheng Jun is not an ordinary person.

Even if he is not a reborn monk, he is at least a foundation building monk, Cheng Jun has never heard of a monk who is afraid of heights. Even if you are a monk who has entered the Tao, you have the opportunity to soar in the sky on a crane, and the crane's back is not necessarily more stable than an iron chain. The only difference is that you can close your eyes on the crane's back, but you can't on a chain.

Cheng Jun's skills are quite good among monks. Even if he doesn't have the foundation of many years of martial arts training in his previous life, he still has a good body as a foundation, and the light skills of the world are at his fingertips. In order to reduce the resistance formed by the ventilation of the clothes, he took off the long shirt, leaving only the gown inside, although it lacked the chic of the placket, but it was also clean and neat, and it was easy and casual to walk.

Halfway through, Cheng Jun suddenly felt a chill in his body, and Ji Lingling shivered. This kind of coldness obviously does not belong to the coldness of nature, but is like the coldness of the hairs after being touched by the blade of the sword. Cold from the neck all the way down to the spinal cord.

Sword Pavilion - or Sword Ancestor made a move.

The chill is getting stronger and stronger, and Cheng Jun can feel the coldness of the cold and the body. In front of him, except for a dangling iron chain, it was an open sky, but Cheng Jun felt as if he was walking on the tip of a knife. There are countless white blades in front of him, waiting for him to collide with him.

If it is ordinary, Cheng Jun can release a nail technique at will to protect the surroundings and reduce the erosion of cold and pressure. But now before the Sword Pavilion, he couldn't release a single spell. He could only let the pressure that contained the cold of a sword envelop him.

A few steps further, Cheng Jun only felt a flower in front of him. There seemed to be ten thousand rays of light in front of him, and all the paths were cold light reflected by the sword blade. Some of these cold lights are still flickering silently in the distance, while others are already close at hand.

Not good!

Cheng Jun's heart froze, this was a manifestation of the pressure of the sword mang's pressure on his eyes. It is easy for him to hallucinate, and these hallucinations are not suitable for the body itself, and have nothing to do with the divine consciousness. If the pressure of the Sword Ancestor directly invaded his mind, he could still use his divine sense to defend, but with such a direct force from the outside, he was almost inexplicable when he couldn't release the spell.

But -- that's just an illusion after all. As long as you know it's an illusion, you can ignore it.

Cheng Jun wanted to stop, at least adjust his state, and then walk over. Or simply close your eyes and with the sensation under your feet, it's enough to cross the cliff.

However, a gut told him - absolutely not!

You can't stop, you can't close your eyes.

Walk over, look straight ahead, and walk over with dignity!

This is the most basic creed of a sword cultivator, indomitable, and the sword and axe are not avoided!

Cheng Jun's mind turned a few times, but he still didn't hesitate, his steps moved forward step by step, and the rhythm was never chaotic.

The closer you get to the Sword Pavilion, the stronger the sense of oppression, and even because of the oppression of your gaze, you will have a large area of vertigo. In such a dizziness, vision and even hearing are not enough to be the basis for progress, and only intuition and courage can support progress.

"Boom" Cheng Jun's footsteps fell to the ground.

This is the field.

No matter how long the chain bridge is, there will be a time when it will be finished. What's more, Cheng Jun is not slow.

After stepping on the field, it was not the same as getting off the flying sword after Edgeworth, and there was a long-lost sense of happiness that I had stepped on the field.

However, this is just the beginning.

As soon as Cheng Jun landed, he felt a thrill, and a chill popped out from under his feet. This is pressure, which is different from the faint pressure on the iron chain, but a direct and all-round huge pressure. This pressure is unusually heavy, but it is sharp and piercing. For a moment, Cheng Jun felt stretched out of the sword forest, and was stabbed by the oncoming sword weapon.

Sword Qi!

This was Cheng Jun's first thought.

Only sword qi can have such a sharp edge, which makes people dare not face it directly.

Cheng Jun involuntarily took a step back.

But if you take this step back, you feel that there is no decline under your feet, and there is nowhere to borrow strength. The feeling of danger flashed away, and Cheng Jun was suddenly startled, only to remember that there was a cliff behind him.

Take a step back and break your bones!

There is no way back.

Cheng Jun reacted quite quickly, and his foot still on the cliff immediately exerted force, forcibly moved back the center of gravity that was almost about to shift, and the other foot immediately took a step forward and stood firmly. Rao was like this, and his body still shook slightly.

Facing the mountain wind on the iron chain, he didn't shake a step, but in front of the Sword Pavilion, he didn't even see the face clearly, forcing him to almost fall.

The power of the Sword Ancestor, so much so.

But...... Cheng Jun slowly opened his eyes, there was no calm wind around him, only the tall Sword Pavilion stood in front of him, and the patterns on the spine swallowing beasts on the eaves were clearly visible.

This is not sword qi - Cheng Jun was secretly surprised in his heart.

This is not the real sword qi, this is the aura of the sword qi. It is the pressure that naturally forms around the real sword qi, which is just the extension and aftermath of the sword qi. Even if it was just a little aura, it was enough to make Cheng Jun's heart tremble. Although Cheng Jun's ability to resist has decreased because of the weakening of True Yuan, it is only a trace of the residual power of the sword qi, which makes him lose his ground and almost be unstable - this is also too chilling.

Cheng Jun's gaze moved up again, looking up at the high eaves, the four high walls were the same, and there was no trace of the sword.

It's too close to the Sword Pavilion. It was only two feet away from the cliff, and this distance made Cheng Jun only look up and see the vertical corner of the house, and he couldn't see the whole picture at all, because he couldn't see the whole picture, so he could admire it even more.

Admiring this feeling, Cheng Jun has really been absent for a long time.

For powerful beings, he has always only glanced at them from afar, and if he can do it, he will suppress them, and if he can't do it, then wait, waiting for the day when he can suppress them. Cheng Jun always believed that he could easily surpass all the existences that now seemed unattainable. As long as he is given time, he can take down anything and anyone. This is the confidence he has accumulated over the past thousand years.

The so-called admiration is nothing but a humble feeling that arises after facing one's unattainable existence. It is different from respect, Cheng Jun does not need it.

Even this mysterious Sword Ancestor, Cheng Jun doesn't need to admire, he needs to weigh it more and evaluate it. Maybe in the future, with the help of it. But that doesn't mean he's going to back down in front of it.

Sword Ancestor, he wants to see him, it's right in front of him.

After a long time, Cheng Jun's expression calmed down, and he took a long look and said, "The Sword Ancestor is above, Cheng Jun made you smile." ”

Raising his head, the trace of confusion that was occasionally leaked just now had long since disappeared, Cheng Jun strode forward, and his footsteps returned to their original rhythm, no different from walking on a chain as usual.

The pressure in front of him is still there, and the sharp aura makes people can't help but want to retreat. But Cheng Jun ignored them, as if walking on the plain. One step and two steps, a distance of two feet, it is not easy for him to take two steps.

The third window, where Cheng Jun is looking for.

Cheng Jun stretched out his hand and pushed, and the window opened.

The sword aura is overflowing!

Cheng Jun's body moved, but he didn't retreat. The sword aura that came to his face was a hundred times richer than the aura just now!

In an instant, Cheng Jun almost felt that he had been pierced by ten thousand arrows, and he didn't know if it was the effect of illusion, he even heard the popping sound of the long sword piercing through the flesh and blood, and felt the pain of the flesh being pierced.

What about tearing your heart and lungs? Piercing your body 10,000 times at the same time, your body is broken, you rebuild, you are broken again, you are ...... again. These processes only take a few breaths!

Even though Cheng Jun has experienced too many ups and downs in the past nine hundred years, he has to admit that this is an unprecedented time for him to feel close to the limit.

Even so, Cheng Jun still didn't take a step back.

His body was still straight, like a sword, and his face didn't even have any expression.

There was a dead silence all around.

Although the sword qi is sharp, it is silent, and from a distance, there is only an attic on a cliff, and a handsome young man stands in front of him, standing relatively quietly.

The green mountains and high cliffs, the pavilion boys, like an ancient ink painting, are only beautiful, but they don't know the danger, which has reached the extreme. The invisible sword qi continued to wash, at first like a torrential rain, but then it became tyrannical, like a huge wave, one wave after another, and it could drown the figure in front of it at any time. Then, the huge waves turned into condensation, and all the sword qi spun rapidly, like a storm in the sky, a whirlpool in the water, full of tearing power.

In the center of the sword storm, Cheng Jun was like a mainstay, unwavering. His insistence is the most important part of maintaining calm in the undercurrent.

Cheng Jun didn't move because he couldn't move.

After nearly a thousand years of training, Cheng Jun's perseverance and ambition have reached the top. But at this time, the will is certainly an important factor in determining how calm he is, not his will, but his means.

Cut off-

Cutting off the connection between mental power and body was a decision made by Cheng Jun subconsciously. The moment the sword qi hit his body, Cheng Jun judged the direction in which the sword qi came from. It's not that he has cultivated high enough to see through the Sword Ancestor's means, but that he is extremely sensitive to his divine sense, and he clearly feels that his divine sense was almost pierced by a violent blow in an instant.

Dangerous state!

Cheng Jun was extremely experienced, and immediately judged the form in front of him, the blow of spiritual power was not terrible - although the sword qi came dangerously, Cheng Jun was confident that he had the ability to resist, at least insist. What he wanted to avoid now was the damage caused by his body's reaction to the attack of his senses. For example, if you fall, you can fall off a cliff!

"Cut through the mess with a quick knife".

Cutting off the divine consciousness and body is inconceivable for ordinary foundation building monks, but for Cheng Jun, it is not a great supernatural power. After quickly cutting off the five senses, Cheng Jun's meaning floated and opened up a third of the purple mansion, quietly looking at the golden light in front of him.

Yes, what the eye can't see, the mind can see.

In Cheng Jun's sea of knowledge, you can see dense sword light, like waves in the sea, wave after wave. Every sword light is a flying sword that is almost substantial, and when they are submerged, it is a wave-proof seawall, and it is inevitable to get a glimpse of thousands of miles.

Can you stop the imperfect sea of knowledge?

Unstoppable.

Why do you need to block it?

Cheng Jun made a judgment in an instant, if he strictly guarded it, it would inevitably be broken, and if he held on to the defects, it would be a dead end. With such a formation, not only him, but even if it is the peak of the foundation building period when the Purple Mansion is fully opened, I am afraid that it will be shattered.

The only difference is probably how long it lasts.

This should be the test of the Sword Ancestor, under the erosion of the heavy sword light, only those who are clear and fearless are worthy of the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion. As for the moment of perseverance, the Sword Ancestor has his own judgment, not necessarily the longer he endures, the better he will be, I am afraid that the person who has achieved the best under the corresponding cultivation can get the highest recognition of the Sword Ancestor.

To keep Qingming, Cheng Jun also thinks that there is no problem, especially under his cultivation, his divine sense is strong and his will is firm, maybe even if his performance is unprecedented, but among the previous Sword Pavilions, it is also second to none.

But is that all?

Cheng Jun's heart moved, and the invisible spiritual power slowly mobilized, and in the center of the Purple Mansion, it gradually condensed and took shape.

That's a sword too.

The blade of the sword was dark, not at all like Cheng Jun's own flawless spiritual power, it was the magic weapon behind him. He is picky, a single sword, even if it is a sword of consciousness, it must be the original one.

The lonely sword qi was suspended in the sky above the Purple Mansion, and opposite him was a star-studded sword sea. The two sides are antagonistic and disproportionate.

If he wants to use one sword, to take on thousands of long swords, almost moths to the fire, and light the water into the sea, it is undoubtedly stupid and arrogant. But Cheng Jun did just that, his sword qi was suspended in the air, as if he was sticking to the lone wolf in the last territory.

Hum -

The sword roared!

This is the real sword tide, the tide of swords, the overwhelming sword weapons, with the sharp and incomparable sword aura, frantically rolled over.

Give me - rush out!

The sword turns into a rainbow!

The dark sword light rushed towards the sea of swords like a meteor. He rushed so fast that he almost cut through the vast space.

Be fast, be faster.

He rushed out desperately because he found the sword intent hidden in the outside of Zhihai, the vast sword intent, the existence that made the mountains look up, shrouded above his head, monitoring Cheng Jun's Zhihai at all times.

This being, who is testing him, is also an overseer. When these sword rains break through the divine soul defense, that existence will inevitably collect all the sword qi, and then give him an evaluation.

He doesn't have to wait for someone else to judge him, or something else.

Be fast, faster than those sword qi!

He left three defenses in the Purple Mansion, each of which was like window paper for the sword rain, and it could be broken with a single bullet. But in any case, it will buy him a little time.

That was enough time for him to get in touch with that being.

Didn't Qin Yue say that he was going to try to use his spiritual power to contact the Sword Ancestor?

The sword light on both sides flew like a fly, and at the same time cut through the space and flew towards the opponent's position.

The single sword, although it is weak, but it also makes him extremely flexible, and it passes through the gap of thousands of sword rains like a white horse, and it disappears in a flash.

Fast!

Poof--The first line of defense has been ruthlessly torn apart by the rain of swords.

Cheng Jun's Sword of Divine Consciousness had already seen that existence.

It was a majestic mass of sword intent, formless and substantial, but it was there, Cheng Jun could feel it. Almost there.

Boom - the second line of defense, bursting like a bubble.

Cheng Jun had already come to the Sword Ancestor, his heart moved at will, and the swarthy long sword turned into a giant palm and grabbed forward.

The third line of defense - in the blink of an eye, it has touched the edge of the sword rain!

Catch it for me!

The giant palm stretched out its five fingers and firmly grasped the sword intent in his hand, just like grabbing his own surname and lover, and never let go.

Snort-

Time froze. In Cheng Jun's Purple Mansion, the sword rain in the sky paused at this moment. The tip of the sword at the front was already pointed at the membrane of the third line of defense. The defense shook slightly, like a candle in the wind.

However, they could never go any further mile to complete this attack.

The difference between winning and losing!

The huge giant palm held the sword intent, but it didn't grasp the sword intent, it was just connected with the sword intent, very intimate, very intimately connected.

Cheng Jun's divine sense turned into a giant palm, and from the moment he held the sword intent, he realized that he couldn't master this kind of sword intent.

This power is too vast, too huge, so huge that Cheng Jun is afraid. This is real fear, and when the weak are too close to the powerful, fear naturally arises. Even Cheng Jun is not immune.

No, Cheng Jun quickly tried to put aside these negative emotions and calm down.

He didn't come here to master this sword intent. He doesn't do much to prove himself. Prove yourself that you can have the courage to swim against the current in the tide of ten thousand swords.

And now, the goal has been achieved, and he can go back.

The figure flashed, the image of the giant palm changed suddenly, and the image of Cheng Jun suddenly appeared. Now he is a single sword, a robe and shoes, no different from the little boy standing in front of the pavilion outside. Cheng Jun retreated a few feet, hovered in front of the sword intent of the group, saluted respectfully, and said: "Senior Cheng Jun, I am a candidate for the new Sword Pavilion guard, and I hope that the Sword Ancestor will be contained." ”

This sentence was not said by him, but transmitted with his divine sense, he believed that the sword intent had received his meaning, as for the result, then wait for him to return to his body, and judge it in reality.

Just as Cheng Jun turned around and wanted to leave, his heart suddenly moved, and he also received an idea.

This idea is far less clear than the words he sent, not like a human thought, but the meaning is really clear.

That's for affirmation and ...... Invitation -

Cheng Jun turned his head suddenly, only to see that the huge sword intent was also changing shape in the air. The originally sharp sword intent slowly converged, and even Cheng Jun saw the stripes of golden light retracted into the sword intent's body, presumably the sword rain that attacked his divine sense had been fully recovered by the sword intent - this represented the sword intent, and there was no real hostile intent.

Immediately after, the sword intent slowly deformed, and a golden gate appeared in front of Cheng Jun's divine consciousness out of thin air.

(To be continued)