- In a hidden cavern.

Zhang Ye let out a long breath After six hours of healing, the injuries on his body finally recovered, and his cultivation faintly improved.

The mind entered the fire spirit realm, and saw that the fire spirit was quietly cultivating. After taking the two Nine-Leaf Blazing Sun Fruits, the aura on the fire spirit's body was much stronger, and judging from the breath, its combat power was already comparable to that of a master in the middle of the Fifth Fold of the True Dao.

Zhang Ye's mind moved slightly, took out the dragon's inner pill, and his spiritual sense sank into the inner pill, only to feel a majestic and distant breath, coming out of the inner pill, his mind touched this breath, and trembled slightly.

"What a strong breath! This breath, like a knife, is the will of the Sword King!" Zhang Ye was surprised and happy in his heart, and he sensed this breath carefully.

The spiritual will of the ancient powerhouse has been deeply engraved into every part of the body, immortal for ten thousand years. Some of the most powerful ancient powers, as long as a single hair or a drop of blood is preserved, even if the flesh turns into ashes, they can be reborn again.

Dao Jun is an ancient powerhouse, and the knives he has used have been of great help to Zhang Ye Now, this hair of his will be of greater help to Zhang Ye.

Under Zhang Ye's careful induction, he finally locked the will left by the Sword Monarch.

"This Silk Sword Monarch's will seems to contain the memory of the Sword Monarch. However, this silk will is abnormally condensed, and if you want to obtain the memory in it, you must refine this silk sword monarch's will!" Zhang Ye carefully sensed it, and his heart was full of understanding.

"Buzz!"

Zhang Ye's heart moved, and he began to refine the will of the Sword Monarch.

"Boom!"

With the refining, Zhang Ye knew the sea, and suddenly looked at a purple-bearded middle-aged man with a cold face. The purple-bearded middle-aged man had a cold complexion, and shouted, "Who has such a big face and dares to refine my will!"

"Huh!"

With the voice of the purple-bearded middle-aged man, an indescribable sword light cut towards Zhang Ye. This sword light is obviously extremely simple, but Zhang Ye can't avoid it. Shocked, Zhang Ye used his palm as a knife, condensed the liliang of his whole body, and displayed the most powerful self-created combat technique to break through the clouds one by one.

"Boom!"

The sword light was slashing on Zhang Ye's palm, Zhang Ye only felt a shock in his mind, his head was buzzing, a pain from the depths of his soul, permeating his whole body, almost losing consciousness.

"It's terrifying! This Silk Sword Monarch's will was left over from tens of thousands of years ago, and it still has such a terrifying power!

Zhang Ye's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but retract his spirit and quit Zhihai.

At this time, the purple-bearded middle-aged man sighed slightly, his eyes stared at Zhang Ye, and said, "Boy, you can actually take the blow of this sword king! Moreover, the sword technique you have displayed is actually a little similar to this king's sword technique." Tell me, did you create the sword technique you just cast?"

At this time, Zhang Ye found that he couldn't leave Zhihai at all, and he couldn't help but secretly cry bitter in his heart, and saluted respectfully and said, "I am fortunate to get a broken knife from my predecessor." The knife technique just now is exactly the artistic conception contained in the blade that I fundamentally shattered, and I created it myself. ”

"Hahahahaha!"

The purple-bearded middle-aged man laughed wildly and said, "Boy, your comprehension is good! I am a trace of consciousness left over from the body, if you can get my memory, your sword skills will definitely improve greatly."

However, my sword lord has been in the first life, and all the sword dao insights are obtained by the old man's hard work. Even if it falls, my memories can't be easily handed over. Boy, Benjun can still cut two knives now, if you take two knives from me, Benjun's will will dissipate, and the memory will belong to you. If you can't take it, then you will die for Benjun! Look at the knife!!"...,

The purple-bearded middle-aged man raised his hand, and another sword light slashed silently!

Zhang Ye knew that he had now reached the line of life and death. If he can't take the Sword King's attack, his sea of consciousness will be shattered, his soul will be scattered, and there will be no place to bury him!

"What!"

Zhang Ye used his palm as a knife for the second time, and used a knife to break the clouds. The knife technique performed by the purple-bearded middle-aged man contains a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, simple and terrifying to the extreme, only by breaking the clouds can he compete!

"Boom!"

Zhang Ye Zhihai shook, it seemed that boundless pain surrounded him, he, his spirit and will, had reached the verge of collapse, it seemed that he could collapse at any time, and his soul could dissipate between heaven and earth at any time.

"No, no, no!" Zhang Ye roared, frantically condensing his will and soul. The soul is the root of everything, if the soul dissipates, the whole person will die completely, which is more terrible than the body being wiped out!

"Condensation!"

Under Zhang Ye's roar, the soul that was about to dissipate slowly condensed. Returning from the brink of death, Zhang Ye's soul became more condensed, and Zhihai became a lot bigger.

"Hahahahaha, boy, your willpower is pretty good. Look at the knife again!"

The purple-bearded middle-aged man slashed again. This knife, the speed is faster, the artistic conception is more subtle, when the knife light flashes, all kinds of illusions come one after another!

This is a zuihou knife of a purple-bearded middle-aged man, and it is also the most powerful knife Although the purple-bearded middle-aged man is only a trace of the will of the sword king, but the ancient powerhouse is an ancient powerhouse after all, and the casual shot is terrifying to the extreme!

At the moment of life and death, Zhang Ye's mind entered an absolute state. Zhiyuan, quiet energy produces wisdom. At this moment of life and death, Zhang Ye faintly grasped the knife momentum of the purple-bearded middle-aged man, and came up with a way to deal with it.

Zhang Ye faintly felt that the purple-bearded middle-aged man's knife was extremely powerful, and any dodge was useless. Show all your skills, and then you have a chance to live!

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Ye took a step very delicately, and his body stood in a wonderful position. This position is the weakest position of the purple-bearded middle-aged man's sword technique! Standing on this position, the attack power received by Zhang Ye will be reduced by one-tenth!

After taking a step, Zhang Ye's arms stretched out, and his feet were spread apart. In front of the purple bearded middle-aged man's brilliant sword, Zhang Ye actually used the defensive move he had cultivated since childhood, an iron bridge to block the river!

"Boom!"

Zhang Ye's two palms are blocked in front of him, one in front and one behind, like a bridge that exists forever, echoing from end to end. It's like a sea, so vast that it can hold everything.

The power of containment!

With his peerless understanding, Zhang Ye integrated the power of containment into the power of the iron bridge to block the river! He wanted to rely on the power of containment to block this terrible sword light!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the sword light in front of him was forcibly dispersed by Zhang Ye. The purple-bearded middle-aged man's body began to become thinner, and finally dissipated in Zhang Ye's sea of knowledge!

With the dissipation of the purple-bearded middle-aged man, the tide-like memories appeared in Zhang Ye's brain, Zhang Ye only felt a black in front of him, and his consciousness immediately returned to his body.

"Puff puff!"

As soon as Zhang Ye's consciousness returned, he immediately spit out several mouthfuls of blood. Only then did he realize that his eyes, ears, and nose were all covered in blood. Even his pores oozed blood, and he became a bloody man.

The soul and the body complement each other, and the soul is hit hard, and the body is also hit hard. Zhang Ye's injuries had just recovered, and he was injured again. ...,

Although his body was seriously injured and his soul was also severely damaged, Zhang Ye was ecstatic.

In the will of this Silk Sword Monarch, there are indeed all kinds of memories, and in these memories, there are a lot of sword dao perceptions. In addition to the perception of the sword path, it also contains all kinds of ancient secrets, and some life experiences of the sword king. These memories, for Zhang Ye, are undoubtedly a good thing to dream of!

"Okay, good! There are really a lot of things in the will of this Silk Sword Monarch! After digesting these things, my perception of the Dao of the Sword will definitely go to a higher level. My sword skills will also be greatly improved!" Zhang Ye took out a few pills and took them, while treating his injuries, he digested the memory of the knife monarch and comprehended the knife path.

Ten days later.

Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

In just ten days, Zhang Ye's temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Daojun's life experience, although incomplete, is also a hundred years old. After digesting these life experiences, Zhang Ye is equivalent to living for an extra hundred years. Zhang Ye's eyes became deeper, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a faint trace of vicissitudes, like an old man who had lived for a hundred years.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Ye casually slashed out a knife, and the sword light flashed in the void, it was his self-created combat technique to break through the mountain and slash.

The Mountain Breaking Slash was created by Zhang Ye himself, although Zhang Ye had cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, but the realm was not enough, and he never had the terrifying power of the space storm. Now, Zhang Ye once again performed the mountain breaking slash, only to see the slightest tornado come out with the breaking wave force, all kinds of liliang appeared in the void, and the void was slightly twisted!

After Zhang Ye fused the Dao Jun's perception, his understanding of the Dao of the Sword was greatly deepened, and the mountain slash finally reached the realm of Dacheng!

With a hint of a smile on his face, Zhang Ye displayed a "cloud-breaking knife".

"Whoosh!"

With the use of the sword technique, Zhang Ye's body suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, Zhang Ye had already appeared three miles away, as if he was teleporting!

Teleport!

Zhang Ye fused the perception of the knife king, and perfected the self-created "Cloud Breaking Knife", with the understanding of the knife path, Zhang Ye actually relied on the knife technique to achieve teleportation!

Zhang Ye exhaled a breath and muttered: "When I created the Cloud Breaking Knife, I hoped that I would send the knife in an instant. Now the distance of teleportation, although it is only three miles, but it is also a kind of breakthrough, with this knife, there should be no problem to kill the ordinary sixfold master! Hehe, after more than ten days of delay, I should also set off and search for the elixir of the ruins of the Sword Monarch!"

Zhang Ye's gaze fell on a location in the ruins.

Second Update...... ）

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"Super Warrior" by September

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In the bustling city, there was another bloody storm.

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The iron-blooded tragedy of the city slowly unfolded in front of you.

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