Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"How can this guy be so fast? Could it be that his understanding of the sword and his sword heart are more penetrating than mine?"

Li Tianyi looked in disbelief at the young man who was catching up quickly with his footsteps like the wind.

He has only been a member of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect for about a hundred years, but he has already created a great miracle in the history of Jiutian Sword Sect's cultivation. From the realm of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal, he stepped into the realm of the Immortal Emperor in the Twelve Caves. Even with the years he spent practicing in the void of the Sword Domain, Even with ten times the power of time and space, it can't compare to one-tenth of the time it took Li Tianyi to practice swordsmanship.

Li Tian gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. Those who practice sword must compete!

As the chief disciple of the sect and the son of the sect master, how could he lose to his father's disciple?

However, as his speed increased, bloodstains began to appear on his body, which were bloodstains torn apart by sword energy and sword intent.

The two of them rushed forward, gradually leaving everyone far behind.

"Sect Master, it seems that the position of heir is going to be between the two of them."

An elder beside Li Xuanzhen said softly.

Li Xuanzhen stroked his long beard and said: "Tianyi has become impatient and his mood has begun to become unstable. He has always strived for the first place in everything since he was a child. After Piaoxue came, he broke many of his records and his mood began to become unstable." Stable."

"Although Piao Xue is usually calm and arrogant, he has a hidden edge. Because he was born in the mortal world, he experienced ups and downs, and the sword heart was born in the world of mortals. He is more transparent. In this regard, Tianyi is much inferior."

"Who do you think you're more optimistic about?" asked a female elder next to him.

Li Xuanzhen smiled slightly, but did not say anything.

Gradually, everyone else was eliminated from the Jianxin Tongming Road. Except for Li Tianyi and Dugu Piaoxue, the others had reached more than 8,000 steps at most.

And the two of them have reached more than 9,000 stairs.

Dugu Piaoxue's pace was no longer so brisk, and her breathing began to become rapid.

Li Tianyi's body was covered with scars, but at this moment, he seemed to have some realization, and actually slowed down his pace, and his sword intent became more intense.

"Senior Brother Tianyi has an understanding!"

"As expected of Senior Brother Tianyi, Senior Brother Tianyi will definitely win!"

Some disciples perceived the scene with Xiannian and shouted excitedly.

When Dugu Piaoxue stepped onto the nine thousand six hundred stairs, a terrifying sword energy instantly tore his flesh and blood and began to fall away.

"Piao Xue, you can't reach the top. No one under the emperor has ever reached the peak in history. The last few hundred steps are a test of cultivation."

Li Tianyi's steps became much more relaxed, and he looked at Dugu Piaoxue, whose body was beginning to be torn apart by the sword energy, and said.

The powerful sword energy was also tearing him apart, but his cultivation was stronger and his endurance was even more amazing.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother, but don't you feel lonely when you reach the top alone? The way of the sword is like a soldier crossing a river. You can only advance, there is no retreat."

Dugu Piaoxue, whose spotless white clothes became dripping with blood, showed a sunny smile, and the determination in his eyes was extremely firm.

He took one step forward, and the sword energy he withstood became even stronger.

This last step is no longer a test of the sword's heart, but a test of cultivation and will.

"Well, I'll wait for my junior brother to accompany me to the top."

Li Tianyi didn't say much, and walked up step by step, letting the sword energy flow through him like a bone-scraping steel knife.

As for Dugu Piaoxue, every time he took a step forward, blood kept spilling from his body, leaving bloody footprints under his feet.

"Brother..." Dugu Youmeng looked at this scene and felt extremely distressed and worried.

"I didn't expect that Tianyi would use his strength to ask his heart. The sword's heart is clear. Congratulations to the sect leader. There is a successor."

"Alas, Piaoxue is also a good child. Unfortunately, his background is poor and his cultivation is insufficient. There is no one in history who can aspire to the Sword Peak under the Great Emperor."

A group of elders looked at this scene with mixed comments.

The two of them were putting the cart before the horse again. Dugu Piaoxue became more difficult every step of the way, while Li Tianyi was more relaxed than him.

At the last hundred steps, Li Tianyi finally reached the top, and all the pressure suddenly disappeared. People below the Jianxin Tongming Road were cheering, shouting that Li Tianyi was wise.

On the other hand, Dugu Piaoxue was in an extremely embarrassed state. He used his sword as a staff to support his body from falling, and climbed up step by step with difficulty.

On his body, the complete flesh and blood could no longer be seen, the person had become bloody and bloody, and bones could be seen in many places.

"Junior Brother Lonely is still persisting."

"What's the point? Senior Brother Li Tianyi has already reached the top of the mountain first."

"You must be crazy to want to be the sect leader."

"Junior Brother Dugu, give up. If you continue like this, you will damage your foundation."

Countless voices came from down the mountain, some were disdainful, some were concerned.

"Piaoxue, that's enough. You haven't reached the realm yet, so there's no point in rushing forward like this." Li Xuanzhen also said.

"Teacher, what I want to fight for is not the first place, nor the position of sect leader. What I want to fight for is my own swordsmanship!"

Dugu Piaoxue could no longer see the flesh and blood on his face, revealing his tenacity.

He roared angrily, and a sword roar came from within his body. Within his body, the body collapsed and decomposed, and only a sword-like soul body came out.

"That's the soul of Senior Brother Dugu!"

"He actually turned his soul into a sword!"

"This is... the ancient sword soul method!"

This scene made Li Xuanzhen and others shout in shock.

"He actually followed the path of the sword body, the sword heart, the sword body, the sword soul... He wanted to use the sword heart to clear the way and become the soul of the soul!"

An elder exclaimed, with admiration and disbelief in his eyes.

Li Tianyi on the top of the mountain also looked shocked.

Li Xuanzhen was also shocked.

"How come Junior Brother Dugu's immortal soul is a sword?"

Some people who didn't understand asked in surprise.

"That is the most dangerous technique of sword cultivation."

An old and knowledgeable disciple next to him said solemnly: "It is said that in the ancient times, some sword monks at that time, in order to pursue perfection, trained their own souls into sword souls. They used the soul to enter the sword, and experienced the tempering of the sword energy and the tempering of the body. You can only practice this method before you become an immortal. This method is extremely difficult and dangerous. If you are not careful, your soul will fly away. This method of practice is too cruel and dangerous. It is extremely difficult for perseverance, luck, talent, and understanding. Pay attention to."

"Practice this method, and you will escape death. Later, this method of cultivation was gradually eliminated. The reason is that it is too primitive and dangerous. How many geniuses have failed in this method of cultivation, but if the cultivation is successful, the benefits are self-evident. With the sword, Soul, understand the way of swordsmanship, and the speed of practice is thousands of miles. No wonder, no wonder Junior Brother Dugu practices so fast, his sword is really off-center, so ruthless, he is the real madman."

Dugu Piaoxue's soul stood like a sword in the mountains. It was getting darker and darker under the tempering of the sword's will and sword energy, and it seemed that it might break at any time.

And deep inside his sword soul, there was a small, dark, simple sword holding it.

Dugu Piaoxue endured unimaginable pain.

He is like a weed growing in the cracks of a cliff, which may be pulled out by the strong wind at any time, but his will is like the strongest roots, firmly rooted in the cracks, holding on until the last root. Until it breaks.