Sword ancestor

Chapter 85
The Tianbei of the Temple of the God of War, asking about the state of mind of the sea, can help to realize the Tao.

In the main hall, the golden dragon stretched across, and there was an invisible majesty suppressing the Quartet.

The young Taoist stood ten feet in front of him, imprinted by Master Xuanjian's kendo, Qi Tian slowly drew out the purple bamboo sword, there was a sound of sword chant rising, at first it was like a trickle, after a few breaths, it completely turned into a roar of thunder, sharp air From every inch of muscle and bone bursting out, the next moment, Qi Tian raised his steps, and a thunderous howl sounded, and he appeared in front of the young Taoist in an instant. Manifested, the thunder coiled on it.

puff--

The young Taoist remained unmoved, and was cut into pieces by a sword.

No blood flowed out, and after three breaths, the sword mark healed, and the young Taoist appeared in front of Qi Tian again intact.

"Twenty percent of the speed of the sound barrier is very good. The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. You have used all your cultivation for this sword. Although it is unnecessary, the sharpness of the sword has always been revealed. You have already understood it."

After a pause, the young Taoist said again: "Pass through the first floor of the God of War Temple, and you will have one day to comprehend the Heavenly Monument. Quit now, or continue to break through."

Qi Tian pondered, although the young Taoist hadn't been able to strike in time before, Qi Tian could sense the sharp sword aura emanating from the other party's body, and the Xuanjian Master at this level only had a perfect Daoist cultivation base.

Thinking of this, Qi Tian nodded and said: "Continue to break through."

"Okay, see you on the second floor."

The young Taoist disappeared, and after a few breaths, another figure appeared in the hall.

It is still Master Xuanjian, but at this moment, Master Xuanjian is like a majestic ancient mountain. He is dressed in green robes, and behind him is a nearly six-foot-long non-fronted epee buzzing like an ancient mountain. The thick and sharp aura was equally fierce, and the surrounding air swayed into water-like ripples.

"Easy to lift weights!"

Qi Tian said in a deep voice, although it was only in the lower realm of sword rhyme, but at this moment Master Xuanjian gave him a little pressure, which is not normal at all.

His eyes were cold, and the ancient well was calm. From Master Xuanjian's point of view, at this moment, in his eyes, Qi Tian seemed to see a majestic ancient mountain towering into the sky. The ancient mountain was so dark that it suppressed the earth.

hum-

The epee was unsheathed, and the air was crushed by the astonishing wind pressure. Qi Tian gritted his teeth, suppressed his cultivation, and stepped out with a single step. The purple bamboo sword slashed, and a phantom of an ancient mountain appeared on the sword body.

pedal!pedal!pedal!
His arm was slightly numb, and Qi Tian retreated a few feet and stood still, his eyes revealed a bit of disbelief, the same cultivation base, the same level of swordsmanship, and even his sword body surpassed Master Xuanjian at this moment, and he was still beaten. A sword shakes back.

"impossible!"

Qi Tian sighed, it was the Purple Bamboo Sword, which was not much different from the Wufeng Epee Sword, both of which were at the peak of the fourth rank, and even the Zizhu Sword was even better, with half a foot out of the fourth rank.

He stepped forward again, the lower realm of sword rhyme evolved to its peak, the phantom shadow of the ancient mountain was condensed as if it were real, the purple bamboo sword fell, and there was really the sound of landslides and landslides, and the unparalleled sharpness burst out, the two swords collided, the sharpness was eroded, and splashed out Thousands of sparks, the next moment, Qi Tian was shaken back again, and his right arm was even more numb.

The majestic life energy surged in the body, every inch of the muscles and bones burst out with sharp energy, and the right arm recovered instantly.

Three swords, six swords, twelve swords, 24 swords, 48 ​​swords!
48 breaths, Qi Tian sent out 48 swords, was shaken back 48 times, No. 40 eight swords, Qi Tian retreated a full ten feet before he stopped his figure, on the other hand, Master Xuanjian did not retreat a step, from the beginning to the present , has been standing in place, without taking a step.

"why?"

Master Xuanjian didn't answer but instead asked: "Have you reached the upper level of sword rhyme?"

Although puzzled, Qi Tian still nodded.

Afterwards, Master Xuanjian shook his head and said: "You haven't reached the lower realm of sword rhyme, and you haven't even completed it. How can you come to the upper realm? The realm is not just for enlightenment. What you realize is only the artistic conception, not the realm. .”

"Artistic conception, realm!" Qi Tian muttered a few words and fell into deep thought.

After a while, his eyes burst into divine light, and he shouted, "Come again!"

Zizhu sword fell, Master Xuanjian frowned slightly, Wufeng epee also fell, and the sound of huge mountains rolling was heard again.

bang——

bang——

This time, the power of the Wufeng epee was even stronger, and the innate sword energy was almost condensed into substance. With every sword, Qi Tian was cut ten feet away. At this moment, the scene has been hit hard.

After a hundred swords, Qi Tian just stopped his figure, and he sat cross-legged, and stood up again after half an hour.

hum-

The Zizhu sword was unsheathed again. This time, the phantom of the ancient mountain still appeared on the Zizhu sword, but the phantom of the ancient mountain was different from before. The ancient mountain crushed towards Master Xuanjian.

boom--

The piercing air wave spread out for several zhang, with this sword, Qi Tian only stepped back a few zhang before stopping his figure.

"I see!"

The sharpness in Qi Tian's eyes became more intense, two golden jade-colored yin and yang fish manifested, and at this moment they spun along the two mysterious path traces, and the sharp sword without a sharp edge suddenly became clear in his eyes, and there was no more secrets.

"I understand, only when the artistic conception is completely integrated into one's body, and the body is integrated with the sword charm, can one truly possess the realm!"

Unobtrusive, Master Xuanjian showed a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Qi Tian's sword came out faster and faster, each sword made the sound of landslides, when the Zizhu sword fell, it seemed that the ground trembled for several feet, and the invisible sharp edge ravaged the ground.

The second sword, back half a foot, the third sword, back two feet, the fourth sword, back one foot.

After two hundred swords, sparks burst out from the two Dao swords, and they were evenly matched. It seemed that two ancient mountains collapsed together.

After a stick of incense, Qi Tian stepped back a few feet, and then took a deep breath.

"The next floor."

Rumbling--

In an instant, he drew his sword again. This time, the sound of the landslide was several times stronger than before. The innate sword energy leaked out from the purple bamboo sword. , Sword marks appeared on Master Xuanjian's body, and the Wufeng epee split into two at the same time, dissipating into the void.

Putting his sword back and standing, Qi Tian looked at Master Xuanjian, and then bowed respectfully.

The sword marks healed, and Master Xuanjian said: "Pass through the second floor of the God of War Temple, you have a day to comprehend the Tianbei, quit now, or continue to break through."

After pondering for a while, Qi Tian said: "Exit."

In this battle, he has learned a lot, and needs to consolidate it before breaking through.

Outside the Temple of War God.

On the wall of the Xuanjin Temple, there is a jade screen hanging high. The jade screen is several feet high, pure white and flawless. There are 22 floors of the Temple of War God, and each floor of the Temple of the God of War is imprinted with many names. Now it seems that there are nearly 2000 people. .

"The sword body has broken through the second floor!"

"It took so long, it seems that the combat power is limited!"

Many disciples of the seventeenth generation sneered: "As expected, that Qi Tian got a chance at Qingzu's ancestral grave, so he just happened to win the position of leader. Regardless of speed, his combat power is just as good."

Some of the sixteenth generation disciples frowned and did not speak.

Yuan Zhenshan sat cross-legged in front of the God of War Hall, which already attracted a lot of attention. Many disciples of the seventeenth generation stayed behind, and a hundred or ten disciples of the sixteenth generation wandered around, wanting to watch the battle.

The Zhenshan Hammer was placed across his knees, and suddenly, Yuan Zhenshan opened his eyes, and two sharp lights shot out from his eyes.

"You're finally out!"

There was no door to the Temple of War God, Qi Tian walked out slowly, his expression was calm, and he walked step by step, the blue Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, but everyone felt a change, a breath that was completely different from when he entered the Temple of War God before. (Forcibly pushed in the afternoon, please recommend tickets, please collect, 9640., will soon exceed [-]!)
(End of this chapter)