God Emperor

Although the fight hadn't started yet, Zhang Ruochen knew that there must be a huge gap between him and Ling Feiyu.

One is a peerless swordsman who has practiced for three hundred years, and the other is a low-level half-sage who has practiced for less than thirty years. The gap between the two is like a sword master and an ignorant child.

However, Zhang Ruochen wanted to know how big the gap between the two was?

Therefore, this battle is inevitable.

The holy soul of the Sword Master continuously mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gathered it towards Zhang Ruochen, causing the power fluctuations in his body to become more and more intense, turning into a colorful cloud of chaos.

"Wow——"

The sword spirit wakes up.

The Taotian Sword emitted a dazzling light, and a thousand lines of destructive power surged out from the inside of the sword body and rushed towards Ling Feiyu in the distance.

The more activated inscriptions, the more powerful the Thousand Patterns of Destruction will be.

In the past, Zhang Ruochen could only barely activate a thousand inscriptions even if he exhausted his holy energy. However, at this moment, inspired by the holy energy, thousands of inscriptions appeared in the sword body.

The same Qianwen Destruction Power, the former and the latter are completely different.

Ling Feiyu stood there, letting the destructive force of Qianwen fall on her body, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, if you can block my three moves, I can apologize to the Taotian Sword lineage. The key is that you may not be able to block the three moves. "

"Chichi."

Dian Mu Ziyi emitted thousands of thunder and lightning, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly, turning into a spherical thunder and lightning field ten miles in diameter.

"The outcome will only be known after the battle."

Zhang Ruochen thrust out his sword, and the strong sword energy surged out like a galaxy.

The tip of the sword formed an extremely bright circular brilliance, like the bright moon hanging in the sky. The brilliance illuminated the dark sword tomb as if it were daylight.

"Nine stars surround the moon."

The bright moon and the galaxy fell from the sky at the same time, tearing apart the lightning field with a piercing sound, and shrouded Ling Feiyu's head.

Ling Feiyu was still very calm, standing calmly in the center of the thunder and lightning field. Under the purple electric light, his skin looked extremely white, like crystal clear holy jade.

"A mere top-grade ghost-level swordsmanship was actually used against the Sword Master? Zhang Ruochen, your swordsmanship is undoubtedly like a child playing with a wooden sword. It is too clumsy. Apart from brute force, there is no finesse."

Ling Feiyu's voice came from behind Zhang Ruochen and appeared in his mind as if he was already close at hand.

Ling Feiyu's speed was countless times faster than the speed of sound.

If her voice had reached Zhang Ruochen's ears, then Zhang Ruochen must have died by her sword.

Obviously, Ling Feiyu used his mental power to transmit the sentence just now to Zhang Ruochen, not through sound waves.

Even so, Zhang Ruochen's expression changed slightly. He could feel Ling Feiyu's aura behind him, and he was rushing towards him at a speed like a stream of light.

If you turn around now, you will definitely lose.

Could it be that even though he has the power of an ancestor, he still cannot block the sword master's move?

Zhang Ruochen was naturally unwilling to do so. He immediately swung his arm and thrust the Taotian Sword behind him, forming a sword-carrying posture.

"Bang!"

Ling Feiyu struck the blade of the Taotian Sword with one finger, making an extremely loud sound and a strong air flow that spread out in all directions.

Zhang Ruochen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was thrown forward like a ray, hitting the ground and denting the ground.

The ancestors of the Taotian Sword lineage all sighed, and then some were scolding Zhang Ruochen, while others were instructing Zhang Ruochen on how to deal with the move just now.

"It's really stupid. In a sword master-level battle, how can you focus all your attention on sword moves?"

"Attention should be focused on the opponent and use the sword intention to control the sword moves. Otherwise, the opponent has changed his position before the sword moves are made."

"If it were me, and I was forced into that situation, I would definitely use a single-kill sword technique to force her back."? "It's easy for you to say, after all, Zhang Ruochen is only in the first-level semi-saint realm, how fast can he adapt to changes?" Is it that fast? It’s quite remarkable that he can block this move.”

…

Ling Feiyu still stood in the center of the thunder and lightning field, staring down.

I saw Zhang Ruochen slowly getting up from the mud, holding a sword in one hand and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other hand, and said with a smile: "As expected of the Sword Master, he really deserves his reputation."

"You were able to block my first move, but you're still pretty capable. Can you still block my second move?"

Ling Feiyu pinched the index and middle fingers of her right hand together, and then, a huge sword intent surged out, flew in front of her, and condensed into a white lightsaber.

The seemingly random moves give people a profound and profound feeling. They are exactly the "Sword One" in "Wordless Sword Manual".

What kind of tyrannical power can Jianyi exert from Ling Feiyu's hand?

Zhang Ruochen gradually came back to his senses and understood the intentions of the ancestors.

They probably didn't really want to teach Ling Feiyu a lesson, but wanted to use Ling Feiyu's hands to test Zhang Ruochen's attainments and potential in kendo.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen can also use this battle to adapt to the power of the sword master and understand how to fight against the top powerhouses.

After all, once the Undead Vampire Clan invades the Sword Tomb, Zhang Ruochen, as the sword holder, will definitely borrow the power of the Patriarch to protect the Sword Tomb and fight against the powerful Undead Vampire Clan.

Only when he has adapted to the power of the Sword Master and fights against the undead vampires can Zhang Ruochen exert his greatest influence.

I guess Ling Feiyu also knew this, but Zhang Ruochen was the only one who didn't realize it.

Now that he had figured out the cause and effect, Zhang Ruochen completely relaxed his mood, closed his eyes, and slowly raised the Taotian Sword without any distracting thoughts.

At the same time, huge sword intent surged out of the body and merged into the sword body.

"Swish."

In the black field, all the discarded swords trembled, flew out from the ground, converged on Zhang Ruochen, and revolved around his body.

"That's... the fusion of man and sword. What a good boy, he is only at the first level of the semi-saint realm, but he has actually achieved the fusion of man and sword. He is at least ten times stronger than I used to be." My talent in swordsmanship is no less than that of Xue Hongchen, and I may be able to become a great emperor in swordsmanship in the future."

…

The ancestors of the Taotian Sword lineage were all very excited and felt very excited. After all, Zhang Ruochen was their disciple and inherited the mantle of their lineage.

Ling Feiyu's eyes also condensed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

You know, when she was a ninth-level semi-saint, she realized that the human sword is one, but she has won countless honors. Some people even compared her to Queen Chi Yao.

From this we can see how difficult it is to achieve the state of "man and sword unite"?

However, Zhang Ruochen, who was a first-level semi-saint, realized how to combine human and sword into one, which was really unbelievable.

Ling Feiyu uttered Orchid and softly read two words: "Jian Yi."

The white lightsaber flew out and hit Zhang Ruochen between the eyebrows.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen also displayed his sword and thrust forward.

Thousands of ancient swords that were originally rotating around him, guided by the sword's intention, all rushed forward and turned into a torrent of ancient swords, colliding with the white lightsaber.

"Bang bang."

Explosions continued, and all the ancient swords were shattered into pieces of iron.

Of course, the white lightsaber was also offset and completely dissipated.

However, before Zhang Ruochen could breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Feiyu had already used his third sword technique. There were actually nine lightsabers, which evolved nine different sword moves from nine different directions, attacking Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

An exclamation came from the mouth of an ancestor, saying: "Nine-Death Sword Technique. Girl, you are also a sword master after all. You can actually display such a profound sword technique. Isn't it a bit bully?"

Ling Feiyu was calm and composed, saying: "He also has the power of a sword master now. Who bullies whom? Besides, this is the third sword, I must defeat him." Zhang Ruochen has naturally heard of the Nine Death Sword Technique. Prestige, that is a kind of king-level swordsmanship, in other words, it has reached the level of holy art.

Facing the attack of the Nine Death Sword Technique, it was like facing nine sword masters at the same time, and the nine sword masters also performed their killing moves at the same time.

Even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, it is impossible to stop him.

However, just when the nine lightsabers fell, Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the place. Nine powerful killing moves hit the air at the same time and landed on the ground.

"Space shifting."

Ling Feiyu was slightly startled, but he quickly regained his composure. He stretched out a finger and fired a sword wave, hitting the front right position.

Zhang Ruochen had just appeared, and Ling Feiyu's sword wave had already been shot out and reached him.

"What a quick response. Using space to move to attack the Sword Master will only lead to death." This thought flashed through Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Zhang Ruochen did not retreat, or in other words, could not retreat at all.

At such a close distance, Ling Feiyu's sword wave reached Zhang Ruochen's chest almost instantly.

Zhang Ruochen was not willing to fail, so he let the sword wave hit him, and at the same time, he took the first step and slashed out with his sword.

"The moment is traceless."

The speed of this sword was faster than the sword wave struck by Ling Feiyu.