God Emperor

If Zhang Ruochen heard what the middle-aged Taoist priest called the big man, he would definitely be quite surprised.

Tianjiao?

Could it be that... the burly, muscular man in front of me is Gai Tianjiao, the first of the four beauties of the Liang Yi Sect?

How can you tell that she is a beauty?

No.

It was impossible to tell that she was a woman.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's spirit was completely immersed in the swordsmanship, and he entered a state of forgetfulness about things and himself, so he did not know the arrival of the middle-aged Taoist priest at all.

Gai Tianjiao bowed to the middle-aged Taoist priest, and then stared at Zhang Ruochen who was dancing the sword again.

There was a look of admiration in her eyes and she said, "Senior Brother Zhou, this person's name is Lin Yue. He is a disciple of the Changsheng Academy. His understanding and perseverance are the only ones I have seen in my life."

"On the eve of the Sword Discussion Conference, we are really lucky to have such an outstanding swordsman born in our sect."

The middle-aged Taoist priest named Zhou Ping is the seventh disciple of the "Moon Burying Sword Master", one of the three great sword masters in the Eastern Region. Of course, he is also Gai Tianjiao's senior brother.

Because Gai Tianjiao is also a direct disciple of the Moon Burial Sword Master, ranking ninth.

Zhou Ping carefully observed Zhang Ruochen's sword skills, his deep eyes revealed a strange brilliance, and said: "He is indeed a very good sword cultivator. He should have reached the high-level realm of sword heart transparency. If so, he could have appeared earlier. How good would it be for three years?”

"It is true that he appeared a little late. It has been less than half a year since the Sword Discussion Conference. Even if we put all our efforts into cultivating him, I am afraid that he will only be able to reach the tenth level of Sword One. With the Taiji Dao General Forum, the Four Symbols Sect, and the Bagua Compared with the swordsmen carefully trained by Zong, there is still a big gap."

There was a hint of worry in Gai Tianjiao's eyes.

Zhou Ping sighed softly, tapped the purple sand teapot with his fingers, and said with a sharp light in his eyes: "Just try your best. If you can save the sword pavilion, it is naturally the best. If you can't save it, we can take it back after a hundred years."

Although Zhou Ping spoke very calmly, Gai Tianjiao could tell that he was actually quite unwilling.

Not only Zhou Ping, but also the sword cultivators in the entire Liangyi Sect, it is estimated that no one will be willing to accept this.

The Sword Pavilion was originally located in the main altar of Tai Chi Tao. Five hundred years ago, the senior heroes of the Liangyi Sect gave their best in the sword discussion conference and defeated the main altar, the Four Symbols Sect, and the Bagua Sect to win the championship. The right to own the sword pavilion.

If the sword pavilion is lost in their generation, how can they be worthy of the sect's heroes of all generations?

Suddenly, Zhou Ping let out a soft cry from his mouth, and stared at Zhang Ruochen with a little more eagerness, saying: "Why is the sword intention in this boy getting stronger and stronger? Even with the help of the holy spring, the sword intention is not strong enough." It could grow so fast.”

Gai Tianjiao also noticed it, and made a bold guess in her heart, saying: "It is said that during the coronation ceremony of the disciple of the Holy Disciple, he received a total of three Patriarch Sword Intentions."

"Could it be that he is borrowing the power of the Patriarch's Sword Intent and the Holy Spring to reach the tenth level of Jianyi's Great Perfection?"

"If that's true, then..."

Zhou Ping and Gai Tianjiao looked at each other, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces.

If so, Lin Yue can now cultivate Jianyi to the Great Perfection state, which will indeed be a glimmer of hope for the Liangyi Sect.

Zhang Ruochen has taken the Eight Gourd Holy Spring, and the sword intent in his body has grown rapidly. The growth rate has been several times faster than the normal speed. Every moment, it is like the sword intent is exploding in his body.

Zhang Ruochen drank the Ninth Gourd Holy Spring, and immediately, his body was completely enveloped in seven-color light.

On the contrary, the speed of his sword skills became even slower.

If you look carefully, you will find a strange phenomenon.

Everyone can clearly see every sword move he makes, but they can't figure out how his next move will change.

In one breath, Zhang Ruochen just swung his sword. It was so slow that it made people wonder if such a sword technique was really offensive.

Sometimes, he would stop and stand for a long time, seeming to be in a daze, but also a little confused.

A whole day and night passed, and the speed of Zhang Ruochen's sword skills became even slower. Even ten breaths of time could not fully display a sword technique.

Zhou Ping's expression was solemn, he touched his beard with his fingers, and said: "He is already on the verge of breaking through, and is stuck under the bottleneck, unable to break through. Tianjiao, if you stimulate him, it may be of great help." "

"That's fine."

Gai Tianjiao stretched out her left hand, and a circle of flame immediately appeared in the palm of her hand.

In the center of the circle, a red-gold holy sword slowly appeared.

The red gold holy sword was forged from golden crow black iron, and was completely integrated with Gai Tianjiao's left arm, making her arm stronger than the holy weapon.

The shape of the red gold holy sword is like a whip, but it has a sharp tip and a bamboo shoot-shaped sword body.

"Wow!"

The red gold holy sword had just been exposed to the air, and it immediately emitted blazing power, causing the temperature in the air to rise several times and causing slight distortions.

Gai Tianjiao was incredibly fast. She rushed out with her sword and quickly stabbed Zhang Ruochen in the abdomen.

The speed of the sword was far beyond the speed of sound, making a deafening sonic boom.

Moreover, Gai Tianjiao didn't hold back at all, as if she really wanted to nail Zhang Ruochen to death with one sword.

Zhang Ruochen certainly felt the huge danger. The hairs all over his body stood up in an instant, and the speed of the energy in his body increased tenfold.

The sword intention that had been lingering below the bottleneck, stimulated by death, immediately rushed up, passed through the last level, and reached the tenth level of Jianyi's great perfection.

One sword, great success.

Zhang Ruochen trembled all over, and his aura changed.

"boom!"

Zhang Ruochen did not open his eyes, but relied on instinct to hold the sword hilt tightly. His body and the sword were completely integrated into one, turning into a sword light and rushing towards Gai Tianjiao with overwhelming momentum.

"Sure enough, it still needs stimulation."

Seeing Zhang Ruochen break through the realm, a satisfied smile appeared on Gai Tianjiao's face, and he immediately lost his strength and took the red gold holy sword back to his left arm.

It would be difficult for other monks to be able to retract and release the sword as freely as she did. Even if she retracted her sword immediately, she would definitely suffer a backlash from the power. Even the current Zhang Ruochen's power control is much worse than Gai Tianjiao.

He saw Gai Tianjiao put away his sword, but Zhang Ruochen could not regain his power.

The tip of the Gu Shui Sword hit Gai Tianjiao's chest.

"Bang!"

The Gu Shui Sword, a twelfth-level true weapon, did not penetrate Gai Tianjiao's body as expected. Instead, when the sword tip collided with her body, there was a sound of metal collision, and a large amount of sparks flew out.

A strong masculine energy, hotter than fire, surged out of Gai Tianjiao's body, knocking Zhang Ruochen away.

With a bang, the Gu Shui Sword broke into two pieces.

Zhang Ruochen's right arm was dripping with blood, and the bones were broken into three sections, making it impossible to lift it up.

On the other hand, Gai Tianjiao still stood there, motionless, looking calm and indifferent, staring at him with a slight smile: "The sword you used is quite good, it can actually penetrate my body-protecting saint." Gang.”

Even if it breaks through the body-protecting Holy Gang, what's the use?

It didn't hurt her at all.

Zhang Ruochen held back the pain and looked at his right arm and the broken sword on the ground. Recalling the powerful power just now, he was quite shocked and said, "Are you really not a half-saint?"

You must know that Zhang Ruochen has practiced Jianyi to great perfection and used it with all his strength. Even the holy body of the ninth fish-dragon transformation will probably be quite fearful.

Such a powerful sword hit the big man opposite, but it couldn't hurt him at all.

On the contrary, Zhang Ruochen suffered serious injuries. The bones of his right arm were broken and he could not lift it up at all.

Gai Tianjiao smiled and said, "You don't need to be so shocked. My physique is quite special. In the past ten years, seven sacred artifacts have been refined into my body and fused with my blood and bones."

"Although your attack is very strong, if it hits me, it will be bounced back by the power of the holy weapon."

"That's it." Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for the semi-saint, Zhang Ruochen didn't believe that anyone could break the sword he used with just physical strength.

Zhang Ruochen didn't ask any more questions, sat cross-legged next to the holy spring, took the healing elixir, and began to nurse his injuries.

After spending an hour, Zhang Ruochen's arm was no longer seriously injured.

The superficial injuries were completely healed.

When he stood up again, he saw that the big man was still standing there, but the middle-aged Taoist priest from before had already left.

"Where was the senior just now?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Although Zhang Ruochen had only glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest before, he could tell that the other person had cultivated a holy soul and had an astonishing aura emanating from his whole body. He should be a semi-saint ancestor.

Gai Tianjiao pointed his finger towards the white stone holy cliff in the distance and said: "That senior is one of the sword holders of the sword pavilion. He has already gone back while you were recovering from your injuries. What? Do you want to go to the sword pavilion? Take a look?"

The top of the third level mountain is extremely vast. In the distance, there is a 300-foot-high white stone holy cliff. It is polished extremely smooth, looks crystal clear, and emits full of holy light.

Standing by the holy spring, you can feel that the white stone holy cliff is emitting a powerful wave of power, which makes people feel awe.

On the top of the White Stone Sacred Cliff, there is a towering ancient pagoda.

The ancient pagoda is surrounded by clouds and mist. It can be seen that there are tens of thousands of swords, like light spots, flying around the ancient tower.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the ancient pagoda on the top of the holy cliff, with a longing expression, and said, "Is that the legendary first holy place for sword cultivators - Sword Pavilion?"

Gai Tianjiao nodded, with a gleam of reverence in her eyes, and said, "That's right."

As long as they are monks who use swords, who doesn't want to see the sword pavilion?

Even if you can't enter the sword pavilion to practice, just standing outside the sword pavilion and worshiping is an extremely satisfying thing.