A quarter of an hour later, Xu Chuan emerged from the sea.

The whole body was wet, and the green crown on his head was also lost, and the cloak looked particularly embarrassing.

"Huh, that madman Li Yunrui actually sent someone to kill me for no reason, it's really unlucky."

He looked at Dadongshan close at hand, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

"Yan Shendu, hum, when I break through the ninth grade, I will take your head to sacrifice the flag first!"

When he came to this world, he set himself two rules of conduct.

First, when there is injustice, the sword must be drawn.

Second, there is kindness that must be repaid, and revenge must be avenged.

Now, Yan Shen wants to kill him alone, so this is an enmity that does not share the sky.

And for the enemy, he has always killed them all, leaving no trouble.

When he kills Yan Shendu, Yan Xiaoyi, as his father, will not let him go, and then the Junshanhui involved, as well as the eldest princess, and even the royal family of Qingguo are afraid that they will become his enemies.

Thinking of this, he had already begun to think about whether to try to destroy Qingguo directly.

Of course, this is too difficult.

Just a simple thought came to mind, and it was fleeting.

Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the sea one by one, like a fish, and swam towards Dadong Mountain at high speed.

A few minutes later, he came to the cliff face of Dadong Mountain near the sea.

The seaside of Dadong Mountain is extremely smooth, like a crystal clear jade, without flaws.

Now that he is being chased and killed by Yan Shen alone, it is impossible for him to climb this Dadong Mountain from the front, so the only way is to climb all the way up from the smooth stone wall near the sea.

This is an extremely difficult, if not impossible, thing to do.

At a height of more than 2,000 meters, there are no gaps or potholes.

However, in the three years of training in Shanzhou, rock climbing is an extremely important lesson taught by Professor Wuzhu.

Climbing the more than 2,000-meter-long Dadong Mountain, although difficult, is not hopeless.

Xu Chuan floated quietly on the water, recovering and adjusting his state.

After about two or three minutes, he carried the Luoxia Sword behind him and began his difficult journey to climb Dadong Mountain.

Holding one hand on the smooth stone wall, the true qi slowly spewed out, making him feel as if he had instantly turned into a gecko, making his palm have an extremely strong adsorption force.

It seems easy to do this, but even he has been training under Wuzhu for several months before he has mastered it.

The control required has reached an extremely perverted level.

However, compared to the domineering and true rage, it was still much easier for him to do this than Fan Xianlai.

And just when his hand touched Dadongshan, the throbbing in his body reappeared.

But the feeling of being ready to burst out is always a little worse.

It's like a water tank that is about to be filled, and there is a difference between the degree to which it overflows.

Suppressing the throbbing, he continued to climb upwards.

And as he continued to climb, the throbbing sensation became more and more intense.

Ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters, until five hundred meters, he stayed for a short time.

Relieving himself, he began to climb further.

Today's height is very exaggerated, with smooth stone walls on the left and right, and a hundred-zhang cliff underneath.

With his strength, falling from such a height is also the result of ten deaths.

The pressure slowly increased, and by the time he had climbed to a thousand meters, the sweat on his forehead had just flowed out and was blown away by the sea breeze.

After climbing more than ten meters, suddenly, an extremely strong sea breeze whistled and blew.

He stopped where he was, forcibly calming the manic sea breeze with his mental power, and even wanted to use it for his own use.

But the wind was so violent and strong that even if his mental power was far beyond that of ordinary people, he could only barely calm it down when he entered the range of a foot around him.

But it also cost him a lot of spirit and true qi.

Unconsciously glanced at his body, and the feeling of emptiness made him involuntarily dizzy.

The sea breeze came and went, and he could only keep his current state and continue to climb upward.

Gathering his mind, he began to speed up.

After a long time, he endured the manic sea breeze, the cold temperature, and a terrible and special sense of loneliness, and finally climbed to a height of about two thousand meters.

At this moment, his true qi was on the verge of exhaustion, but the top of the mountain was already in sight.

I have to say that he had underestimated the difficulty of climbing this Dadong Mountain before.

With his special physique, coupled with the recovery speed of True Qi that surpassed the ordinary number of times, he had almost reached the limit.

Tiredness and numbness came over him, and he felt a momentary slackness in his mind.

One hand was on the stone wall above, and suddenly, he took off his hand!

In an instant, his whole body began to fall rapidly.

The feeling of weightlessness hit, but it made his mind clearer than ever.

Boom!

Luoxia's sword was unsheathed, and his true qi exploded.

The red sword body was like a thunderbolt, and it instantly plunged into the smooth stone wall.

The Luoxia Sword is a thousand-year-old piece of strange iron taken from the volcano, and it took a year to forge it into a sword, and it took three years to open the front.

Its sharpness is rare in the world.

Sharpening iron like clay is just a matter of waiting.

But today, he pierced this stone wall with the Luoxia Sword, but he felt a trace of obvious sluggishness, which was actually a very unbelievable thing.

At this moment, Xu Chuan returned to a place of about a thousand meters, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and hanging by his side with the other, hanging on the edge of the cliff like this, not moving for a long time.

The sea breeze that blows from time to time makes his whole body sway gently like a dried salted fish.

After a while, he looked up at the top of the mountain, took a deep breath, grabbed the stone wall with one hand, slowly pulled out the sword with the other, and began to climb again.

This time, he played steadily, and with some experience, it didn't take long for him to return to where he had just fallen.

Without any twists and turns, after a few minutes, he finally reached the top of Dadong Mountain.

At this moment, his blood was completely boiling, and the feeling that he had been gushing out completely exploded.

In an instant, his physique seemed to have undergone an extremely special change, and there was some more information in his mind that originated from the depths of his blood.

At the same time, the True Qi in his body, which had already reached the peak of the Eighth Grade, completely rioted, and one by one the meridians were opened and broken through, and more and more huge True Qi was born in the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain.

Plumes of smoke came out of his heavenly spirit and turned into clouds and mist around him.

The wisps of air were also drawn by the invisible force, turning into sword qi circling around him, reflecting his whole person like a mortal sword immortal.

With such a movement, it is naturally impossible to hide the Qingmiao that is close at hand.

However, only a true master can detect this movement.

Coupled with the remoteness of the back cliff of Dadong Mountain, there is only one person who really sees this scene.

He was a bald head, an ascetic.

It is also the second worship of the Qingguo Temple, the master of the three stones.