Proud Sword Emperor

Chapter 255
Back at the residence, Xu Chen still practiced silently.

The Vientiane Mirror only opens once a month, and the next time you want to go in, you have to wait a month later. During this period, you have to wait silently.

I don't know the years in cultivation.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Chen woke up from his practice, counted the time, and sighed silently.

"After half a month of hard work, the cultivation base has only increased a little. It can be regarded as the pinnacle of the perfect realm of true immortals. If you want to break through to heavenly immortals, you have to accumulate a large amount of immortal yuan. If you practice like this, it will take at least a few years to accumulate enough to break through."

He stood up and gave up this kind of penance. He felt that the cultivation of normal people was becoming less and less suitable for him.

"For such a big sect, there should be more than one holy place for cultivation."

Xu Chen went out to find the holy land of Wan Jianzong.

"Sword Yin Hall, what is this?"

Stopping outside the gate of a great hall, Xu Chen asked the people next to him.

When the bystanders saw that it was him, they all showed smiles: "It's junior brother, this Jianyin hall is very strange, it is the place where the foundational swordsmanship of our sect is tempered, the Chaozong Qingdi sword with three thousand and eight hundred styles can be used more and more quickly." The more, the louder the sword chant will be."

"Yeah." Xu Chen nodded to signal him to continue talking. What's the use of the sound of sword chant?

"The louder the sound of the sword chant, the stronger the celestial energy emanating from the hall. However, at least one thousand moves are required to release the celestial energy from the hall. Generally, it takes Jinxian and Daluoxian to do it, but they There is no shortage of these immortal qi, and over time, this place becomes a place for ordinary disciples to testify their swordsmanship."

"We have a rule here. Whoever utters the loudest sword chant in a day can designate the person with the quietest sword chant to do one thing for free. Hehe, it's our little private bet."

The long introduction is over.

Xu Chen couldn't help laughing.

Chaozong Qingdi sword?Isn't this the set of sword techniques that I bestowed upon Wan Jianzong 500 years ago?Originally called Chaoyuan Qinglian Sword, it is a set of immortal swordsmanship, which is most suitable for laying the foundation for people. As a result, it was later renamed Chaozong Qingdi Sword by Wan Jianzong.

"Let me try." Xu Chen stepped forward as he said.

Others were amused when they saw it: "Little brother, you have only been here for half a month, have you learned the Chaozong Qingdi sword? If the sound of the sword chant is the smallest, you can do something for free."

"I think it's better for you, little brother, to say goodbye. This group of people are very dark-hearted. I might ask you to do something."

"Hey, junior brother, don't worry, if it were me, I would definitely take care of you, as long as you listen to me play the piano for a month."

"Bah, your qin dog vomited after listening to it, people would die after listening to it, and you still let your little brother listen to it for a month! You are simply insane."

The crowd was chaotic.

Xu Chen smiled silently, then lost his expression, and walked towards the main hall: "I'll try."

"I really want to try it. There is a sword mark in this hall. It is rumored that it was left behind by the old Master Qingdi of our Wanjianzong. If you cast it incorrectly or have any problems, you will be suppressed by the sword marks, which will be very painful."

Someone immediately reminded.

Xu Chen's eyes lit up, isn't it, what the Qing Emperor left back then, isn't that the sword mark left by himself?This is more to go.

Not much to say.

Xu Chen pushed the door open and entered. When he walked in, all the dissuading sounds from outside disappeared. Looking back, he could only see the mouths of people outside moving, but no sound could be heard.

There is also a formation enchantment in this hall.

Without thinking too much, he closed the door, and Xu Chen looked into the hall.

The main hall is unremarkable, just a very wide hall, surrounded by empty space except for the foundation pillars. At the front, there is a very eye-catching stone tablet.

The stone tablet was placed on a long table, it was very big, like a hill, and there was a sword mark on the stone tablet, the sword mark was neither deep nor shallow, it seemed ordinary, but the more you looked at it, the more strange it seemed, as if the sword mark was getting bigger, It becomes an abyss that sucks people into it.

"Indeed... it was left by me back then."

When Xu Chen saw the sword mark, his heart moved slightly, and his expression became a little deeper.

When I left this sword mark, how high-spirited I was at the beginning. It was the era when Emperor Qing was the only one who respected all directions, and everything in the world belonged to me. A sword mark left by myself can be enshrined by others century.

And look at today.

Xu Chen felt embarrassed, everything at the beginning was like the past, dissipated, and now he was standing in front of all the Wanjianzong people who worshiped him, but they couldn't recognize him, didn't know that he was their elder Qingdi Ancestor, he only considers himself their little junior.

He stood in front of this sword mark, feeling the breath in the sword mark, as if separated by time and space, the self 500 years ago was looking at the self 500 years later, and everything that happened and changed in it turned into thick sigh.

"Chaoyuan Qinglian Sword."

earn.

Xu Chen drew his sword.

Feeling the familiar breath in the sword marks, he displayed a set of sword techniques, the sword techniques are mysterious, like endless mountains, and like a boundless sea of ​​bitterness, everything is contained in this sword.

There are [-] sword moves, ordinary people can't reach [-], core geniuses can't reach [-], sect elders can't reach [-], even the strongest sect master can't do [-] in this hall Hundreds of perfect interpretations.

Because of the suppression of the sword mark and the correction of the Qing Emperor, no one can achieve perfection.

outside world.

Outside the hall, many people looked at the hall with playful smiles. Through the shadow of the window, they could vaguely see a figure practicing swords inside.

"Junior brother has started, let's make a bet, I bet that junior brother can pass a hundred moves and press a hundred immortal stones."

"How do you bet? Over a hundred or less than a hundred?"

"That's right, maybe it's still blocked by a thousand."

"Okay, I bet, the bet is only a hundred moves."

"I can't bet on a hundred moves. Junior brother joined the sect too late. Even if he practiced this set of swordsmanship as soon as he joined the sect, it is impossible to be proficient in a hundred moves."

The sound fell.

just dropped.

"Buzz!"

In the sky above the Sword Chanting Hall, a huge vertical sword-shaped ancient clock rang. As soon as the sound sounded, all the people outside the hall were stunned for a moment.

"That's it?"

"The bell rings, at least one hundred moves have passed!"

"One hundred moves, let's bet that the winner will be decided?!"

Everyone looked into the hall unbelievingly. Through the shadow of the window, they saw a person practicing a sword inside. The shape was like flowing water, and the sword light shone. One move, one move down, the next three moves have changed, the sword is indecisive, like green lotus petals, blooming one after another...

"Buzzing..."

In the main hall, the sound of sword chanting became louder and louder, gradually shaking Wan Jianzong.

The people outside the hall were all stunned, staring at Xu Chen inside in a daze, and murmured: "Impossible, five hundred moves have been passed in a flash, and the flow of water is effortless, is this going straight to a thousand moves? "

(End of this chapter)