The Dragon Emperor of Time Travel

Chapter 787
"Who!?"

The silver-haired man suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp sword intent shot up into the sky, tearing apart the thick clouds in the sky.

The sword intent tore through the clouds, and it was still as strong as a bamboo, as if it was about to rush to the sky.

However, with a resounding phoenix cry, that matchless sword intent shattered and disappeared into nothingness.

"what?"

Feeling that his sword intent was shattered, the silver-haired man looked up in disbelief, and a look of shock appeared on his razor-sharp face.

It was a huge divine bird, burning golden-red flames, with a nine-colored phoenix crown on its head, which looked sacred, noble, beautiful and elegant.

At this moment, he realized that this should be a phoenix. Although he had never seen a phoenix, he had heard the legend of the phoenix.

And his sword intent was broken by the phoenix's cry, which shocked the silver-haired man.

The silver-haired man was resolute and unyielding, standing upright like a peerless divine sword. Facing such a powerful phoenix bird, he believed that he could easily tear everything apart, but he remained unmoved.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, the silver-haired man heard a voice coming from the back of the divine phoenix in front of him.

Then, he saw a man in a white robe, with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, jumping off the back of the Phoenix Divine Bird.

Ziyu looked at the man in front of him. As a master of swordsmanship, his intuition was astonishing. His intuition told him that this man was very scary and he should not be easily provoked.

Although he was extremely unwilling, his fist was hard, and Feng Jiutian's attitude was not bad. What's more, Feng Jiutian's eyes were black, not the blue that is unique to the gods, so Ziyu gave a little bow and looked calm. He replied: "Now, Ziyu, I have met senior!"

"Ziyu? What a good name!" Feng Jiutian smiled lightly and muttered softly, "The imposing manner is like a sword, showing the sharpness! Not bad!"

"Senior praised!"

A gleam of light flashed in Ziyu's eyes, and he said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Haha, very good, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm, it seems that your swordsmanship has reached the peak, but it's a pity..." Feng Jiutian looked at Ziyu appreciatively and praised, then shook his head and remained silent.

"I don't know what advice the seniors have?"

Seeing that Feng Jiutian seemed to be contemptuous of his kendo, Ziyu asked with some dissatisfaction.

As the saying goes, there is nothing first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. Every martial arts practitioner will not think that his martial arts is weaker than anyone else. Even Ziyu, who has always been indifferent and reticent, suddenly heard Feng Jiutian's "contempt" for his swordsmanship. Can't help but feel a little angry.

"Hehe, although your swordsmanship is at its peak, it is only a mortal sword, and on top of that, there is an extraordinary sword, a transcendent sword!"

Feng Jiutian glanced at Ziyu, knowing that he must be displeased, so he said with a light smile.

Hearing this, Ziyu's whole body trembled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Feng Jiutian.

His kendo can be said to be hard to find opponents. Over the years, he has traveled all over the world, but it is hard to find opponents, but he knows that his kendo still has room for improvement. In his heart, he has a feeling that his kendo is just Some furs have stronger kendo on them. When he had this idea for the first time, he was taken aback, but that feeling became more and more intense as his kendo improved, until Feng Jiutian just now What he said made him suddenly enlightened.

"Senior, please teach me!"

At this moment, Feng Jiutian grew infinitely taller in Ziyu's eyes, and for the supreme swordsmanship in his heart, Ziyu's tall and straight body suddenly fell to his knees.

Ziyu knelt down on one knee, looking at Feng Jiutian, his eyes were full of fire, and he looked at Feng Jiutian with burning eyes.

"Haha, good! Since you have a heart of swordsmanship, the deity doesn't mind accepting an apprentice."

Feng Jiutian looked at Ziyu's fiery eyes and burst out laughing.

"Disciple pays homage to master!" Ziyu heard that Feng Jiutian wanted to accept him as a disciple, without thinking, he also knelt down on the other leg, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

"Hahaha, good, good! Children can be taught!"

Seeing that Ziyu immediately changed his mind to become a teacher, Feng Jiutian was even happier. It was rare to meet a disciple who satisfied him so much, he was really happy.

"Haha, good apprentice, get up, get up!"

After Ziyu finished three prostrations and nine kowtows, Feng Jiutian lifted him up with his own hands, and looked at the tall and handsome Ziyu. Although he was still very young, he didn't have a trace of immaturity at his age. Instead, he was calm and majestic, quite a master demeanor.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Good disciple, since you have worshiped the deity as your teacher, then you are my apprentice, Feng Jiutian, come, this Yuhuang Sword is the meeting gift from the teacher!"

Looking at Ziyu with satisfaction, Feng Jiutian flipped his palm, and a large golden sword appeared in Feng Jiutian's hand.

This Yuhuang sword is simple and majestic, and the body of the sword is covered with runes, making this sword even more mysterious and full of imperial arrogance.

Reaching out to take the Yuhuang Sword handed over by Feng Jiutian, Ziyu, who is a master of swordsmanship, could of course see the extraordinaryness of this sword, and he was agitated, and said a little shyly: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the sword!"

"Well, Ziyu, as a teacher, I watch your swordsmanship, and even the peak of the mortal realm. As for the swordsmanship, although I am a teacher, I am also proficient in this way. However, the peak of the swordsmanship needs to be understood by yourself. Today, I will pass on to you as a teacher. How far you can comprehend all the sword codes is up to you!"

Feng Jiutian nodded, pinched the sword seal with his hand, and a large golden-red sword emerged from between his eyebrows.

The turbulent sword intent spread layer by layer, unparalleled in sharpness, disillusioned with life and death, and could not even approach the ubiquitous energy of refining energy, forming an absolute field of swordsmanship.

Feng Jiutian's sword field unfolded, and Ziyu was extremely shocked, and his resolute face, which had no waves in Gujing, also turned red with excitement.

"Also ask Master to teach me!"

"Concentrate and calm down, guard the Lingtai!"

Feng Jiutian gave a soft drink, Ziyu immediately sank his mind and calmed himself down.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jiutian kept pointing out, pointing at the center of Ziyu's eyebrows, a ray of nine-colored light flashed and penetrated into the center of Ziyu's eyebrows.

Feng Jiutian taught Ziyu the "Sword Code of the First Beginning", then sat down cross-legged, shrunk his sword domain and shrouded it over his head, filling it with endless immortal sword intent, helping Ziyu comprehend the sword code and form his own Sword intent, condensed sword heart.

In the Sword Art of Absolute Beginning, only after condensing the sword heart can one be regarded as a beginner. If the sword heart cannot be condensed, then even if the sword heart is cultivated, it will not be able to exert the strongest power. The sword heart is not pure enough, and the sword will have flaws. When it comes to real masters, this kind of flaw will be infinitely magnified.

Just like before, although Chu Feng also practiced the Sword Code of Absolute Beginning, he is not a pure sword cultivator, and he cannot display the true power of the Sword Code without gathering the heart of the sword.

This is not the case with Feng Jiutian, the avatar of Yuanfeng, he is a true sword cultivator, with only one sword in his hand, and one sword can break all spells!

Feng Jiutian's divine sense spread, and drilled his own divine sense into Ziyu's soul sea, and condensed in the depths of his soul an incomparably huge heavenly sword, which descended from the sky, with the sword intent of destroying heaven and earth, and the light flashed , the sky was torn apart, the stars were chopped off, and time and space were cut off.

That tyrannical sword intent was imprinted in the depths of Ziyu's soul one by one...

"call--"

After doing all this, Feng Jiutian let out a long breath of foul air, and his expression was a little tired, which consumed his spiritual sense far more than a battle.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jiutian closed his eyes and maintained his sword domain in this state, while he entered the cultivation process to restore the exhausted mental power. After all, maintaining the state of the sword domain requires constant consumption of mental power , until Ziyu woke up by himself.

So in order to maintain his mental power, Feng Jiutian could only devote himself to the recovery of his mental power.

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(End of this chapter)