Sword Sect rest area.

"This young man has such an earth-shattering hatred hidden in his heart, and it is really not easy to be able to penetrate his heart under the tenth stone sword at a young age. Bai Yu saw Sikong Haoran's performance under the tenth stone sword, and gave birth to a trace of sympathy and love for talent.

"There is a phantom array in the tenth stone sword, which can make people unconsciously awaken the most painful memories hidden in the depths of their hearts, coupled with the sword intent attack in the stone sword, it is incredible that he can hold on for such a long time without getting lost!" Chen Qi also saw the scene just now, and felt a sense of compassion for this young man.

"I don't want to forget, but I also keep my heart, only by breaking through all the obstacles in front of me, this young man is definitely the best candidate to enter my Tianzhu Peak. Second Elder Lin Feng was in charge of the punishment of the Sword Sect, this was the second time he had spoken, and when he saw the black-clothed young man with the sword box on his back, he had the same conclusion.

When several of them were discussing, Ye Chaoyang next to him was as calm as an old monk, he knew why this young man would not sink in the illusion, because he was the heir of the Emperor of the Array.

Although it is only a Xuan-level primary phantom array, after the baptism of the previous enchantment and stone sword, he is physically and mentally exhausted, and his consciousness is scattered, once he falls into the phantom array, not ordinary people can bear the pain in it.

In the first three assessments, he knew that Sikong Haoran was as determined as iron, as long as he realized that he was in an illusion, breaking the inner nightmares and demonic barriers, it would be easy to break free.

Ye Chaoyang hadn't seen Sikong Haoran cast the formation, and he didn't know how far he understood the formation, thinking that as the heir of the formation emperor, he would not allow Xiao Xu.

In front of the tenth stone sword.

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, his eyes were red, his brows were furrowed, his cheeks were unusually hideous, and the tingling pain of his ten fingers reminded him that the scene just now was just an illusion.

Every time he thought about it, it made him feel more murderous towards the people who had hurt them, and he would never forget that face, even if it was far away.

Standing quietly in front of the stone sword like this, there were more than a dozen drops of blood lying messily under the ten fingers, and only the hilt of the sword was left in the palm of his right hand. threw away the hilt of the sword in his palm, and sat on the spot to recover the Xuan Qi in his body.

The last assessment has lasted until now, and there are only one hundred and eight people left on the stone steps, and those who have been able to persist until now are all determined people, all of whom are gathered in the middle of the tenth stone sword and the eleventh stone sword at this moment, except Sikong Haoran who sits alone under the tenth stone sword.

The night has come, and the starlight tonight is exceptionally bright, the silver light is waving, but the stone steps do not appear to be dark, for the powerful cultivators under the mountain, it is naturally impossible to hinder their sight.

Sikong Haoran slowly stood up, and when he stepped on the tenth stone sword, the pressure in the enchantment increased several times compared to just now, and his body was obviously much stiffer, just like an old man who was about to die.

But this bit of coercion was not enough for him to move an inch, biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, and resisting the burden on his back with extremely strong willpower.

Indestructible Golden Body

The trick is constantly running in the body, if Sikong Haoran can open the corner of his clothes a little now, he will find that a faint golden light appears on his body.

It means that his Immortal Golden Body Technique has reached the third realm, which is the perfection of the Forging Bone Realm.

Under the eleventh stone sword, twelve people had gathered, and four of them tried to cross the stone gate, but they were ruthlessly blocked by the sword intent in the stone sword, and there was a pool of blood in front of them more or less.

These four people are: "Qing Yu, a black-clothed young man with a sword box on his back, Nangong Ming, the young master on the first floor, Long Jingzhao, the prince of the Dragon Teng Empire, and Tang Ruoxuan of the Tang family in the Eastern Regions." ”

The other eight people were also afraid of this stone door when they saw the four people sitting on the ground in embarrassment, but two of them were not to be left behind. With a lot of enthusiasm, he approached the stone gate step by step.

The closer they got to the stone gate, the more terrifying the sword aura emanating from the two big characters of the Sword Sect on the stone gate became, and the thousands of heart-piercing pains caused the two of them to suffer the same situation.

Like the four of them, they sat three meters away from the stone sword, just behind the tenth step, feeling the sword intent in the last stone sword.

...

At the foot of the Sword Sect Mountain.

"Do you think which of the twelve people sitting cross-legged on the ground will enter the Sword Sect Mountain Gate first?"

"It's not easy to judge, you look at the four people at the front, they are the first people to try to step into the mountain gate, and their strength realm is better than the other eight people, but they are all blocked by the sword intent emanating from the last stone sword, from the recklessness at the beginning to the current perception, the last stone sword test is by no means simple!"

"Just more than ten steps of stone steps, it is as difficult as a cliff, who is worthy of the pride of the sky, whether it is in the Sword Sect or in the Five Domains and Thirteen States, his reputation will definitely be known by all cultivators. The sword intent in this last stone sword was even more difficult than all the tests they had experienced before, and if they were forced to hold on, it was very likely to cause irreversible serious damage to their bodies and even their souls!"

"If you have to choose one, I think Nangong Ming, the young master of the first floor, has the greatest hope, you may not know that Nangong Ming's reputation in Beikui has surpassed all the cultivators of his generation, and his own strength is the consummation of the Great Sword Master, and he has already seen the threshold of sword intent. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, to be able to achieve such strength at the age of fifteen, it was really talented, worthy of the name of the pride of heaven.

The people accompanying him on the first floor of the Central Domain all showed a proud look, they knew the strength of the young landlord best, and the first person to step into the gate of the Sword Sect must be Nangong Ming.

Just as they were talking, Sikong Haoran appeared in front of the twelve people with a load-bearing step, raised his head, and looked at the mountain gate, which was more than ten times larger than the other stone swords.

This stone sword was like a giant sword standing between heaven and earth, the two big characters of the Sword Sect, and the fierce sword intent released made his soul power at the intermediate level of the Spirit Realm feel a tearing pain.

He saw the young man in black and threw a smile at him, and this smile made Qing Yu see a ray of sunshine.

He looked

Long Jingzhao, a young man in white with a little blood at the corner of his mouth, Nangong Ming in a cyan robe, and Tang Ruoxuan, who was embarrassed but as beautiful as a spring breeze.

"Who is this kid who can be as close to the mountain gate as the twelve of them?"

"I saw him on the way up the mountain, and every time he encountered a stone sword, he would sit down and feel the sword intent in it!"

Leng Tianxiao, who was in the rear, Du Zhanhao and the others, seeing that the gray-clothed young man they didn't care about, actually surpassed them step by step, and even walked to the front of the last stone sword, and the pride of the sky in their eyes was on a par with each other, and their bodies and minds were greatly devastated.

Jealousy, anger, contempt, and a hint of envy, mixed feelings in my heart. Seeing the embarrassment on his body, but the aura he exuded was as unruly and unyielding as a flood beast, and there was a trace of admiration in his heart.

But when they saw the prince Long Jingzhao, all these emotions in their eyes dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and all that was left was sneering.

Sikong Haoran clenched his fists, his gums bit together, and because of excessive force, a trace of blood overflowed from his closed lips.

The body is getting stiffer and worse, and every step you take, like stepping on thousands of steel needles, the pain is unbearable.

His brows were twisted into a river-shaped, his face was unusually pale from pain, but his eyes shone with an unyielding light, bursting into blazing fire.

Sikong Haoran felt that the stone steps under his feet now had reached the range of the maximum sword intent that his current body could withstand, so he sat cross-legged on the same stone steps as Nangong Ming.

Nangong Ming opened his eyes, turned his head with difficulty, and saw a young man dressed in light gray, a sense of war rose in his heart, and then he closed his eyes tightly.

The word Sword Sect was like the way of heaven in their hearts at this moment, unattainable and unattainable.

But it is not like the way of heaven, which is above all living beings and looks down on the world.

The sword intent in the first ten stone swords is different, except for the sword intent light point that appeared in the first stone sword, each of the other stone swords makes Sikong Haoran feel like he has experienced a cycle of life and death, and he has realized himself again and again, recognized himself, and found his true heart.

A pill disappeared from the corner of Sikong Haoran's scarlet mouth, and a little starlight was sprinkled on his resolute cheeks, not in a hurry to comprehend this majestic, vast sword intent, but sat cross-legged on the stone steps to recover the Xuan Qi in his body and restore his best state?

But the stone sword in front of the mountain gate did not give him time to recover, and the two big characters of the Sword Sect directly separated from the stone sword and appeared in the minds of the thirteen people.

They never thought that before Sikong Haoran came, this stone sword only exuded a fierce sword aura, and they didn't know why such a change would suddenly occur?

In the minds of the thirteen people, an old man with immortal wind bones appeared, wearing a cyan robe, with a finger-long sword pattern embroidered on the left sleeve of the robe, and a long sword suspended on the left hand, and the long sword bloomed with an incomparably fierce sword aura.

Standing in front of the mountain gate of the Sword Sect, with his back to the thirteen people.

A single image, a back, stands on them like a mountain

left an indelible shock on them.

The old man was dressed in a cyan robe and grinned, and the sword suspended on his left hand also made a buzzing sword sound, and a voice spat out from the old man's mouth, "What is a sword!"

Then he walked towards the mountain gate step by step, and the suspended long sword also closely followed the old man's steps, and the moment the old man walked into the mountain gate, the two big characters of the Sword Sect appeared on this stone sword as if out of thin air, blooming with the meaning of the Great Dao.

"What is a sword!" The three words echoed in the hearts of the thirteen people, echoing everywhere in their bodies, deafening and soul-stirring.

Nangong Ming looked at the direction where the old man disappeared, the word Sword Sect blooming with fierce sword energy, remembered the scenes on the first floor over the years, raised his head and said proudly: "Twelve years of hard training, a hundred turns and thousands of times, the sharp weapon in the hand, the qi in the heart, the danger of breaking the road ahead, killing all obstacles, that is, the sword !!" Then a long sword with a fierce murderous aura appeared in Nangong Ming's hand, slashing towards the word Sword Sect!

A sea of corpses and blood appeared in Qing Yu's sight, faces like demons, the sword box behind him trembled, and the long sword wrapped in inky black light broke out of the box, and was held in the palm of Qing Yu's hand, staring coldly ahead, "My heart is like a rock, and I am a sword." ”

Immediately, in a place that Qing Yu couldn't see, the sword intent light in his soul bloomed and wisps of light penetrated into every inch of his body.

Sikong Haoran saw himself practicing swords in the back mountain of Tieling, lying on the cold ground trembling, holding Xiaoxiao and grieving himself, and facing himself helplessly in the face of a powerful enemy, "I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, I don't know why." After living in his home for ten years, he was slaughtered by traitors overnight, and he was powerless in the face of a powerful enemy, only to know that he had a deep blood vendetta. ”

Tears poured down from his eyes like a spring, and he held the sword in his hand tightly, and continued: "I want to become a sword bearer, and I want to use the three-foot green blade in my hand to kill all the people who can be killed. ”

A trace of subtle sword intent overflowed from Sikong Haoran's body, he didn't care about all of this at all, the point of sword intent light hidden in the depths of his soul released a brilliant brilliance at this time, echoing the subtle sword intent overflowing from his body, and a sword qi broke through the air.

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, he didn't look at anyone around him, a sword appeared in his hand at some point, and he walked step by step in the direction of the mountain gate, until he stepped into the Sword Sect.

(End of chapter)