Great Sword Master

(Second update))

The patrol ship cruised thousands of meters in the sky, with endless white clouds.

Standing on the deck, Chen Feng stared at the white clouds that were smashed by the patrol ship outside the shield, and subconsciously stroked the black gilded ring on his index finger, his eyes were a little dazed.

The last time he took the patrol ship, he was going from the Huntian Daoyuan of Daxia to the Huntian Sect.

This time he took the patrol ship, but as a quasi-son of the Huntian Sect, he was going to the Qianlong Secret Realm to compete with the geniuses and peerless geniuses of the East Wilderness.

It was only a year.

Such a change really makes people sigh that things are impermanent and makes people feel unreal.

It's like a big dream, and when you wake up, everything returns to the original state.

For a while, it seems that there is an indescribable panic growing in my heart.

"Disciple, you are obsessed..."

"Remember!"

"When we practice Taoism and swordsmanship, we must have an unshakable will, a courageous and diligent heart, and a firm and lasting strength, so as not to fall into confusion or bewilderment..."

A sharp voice came into his ears.

Chen Feng's forehead shook, as if he had been enlightened, and he quickly came back to his senses. The trance in his eyes turned into a sharp and sharp, piercing and cutting everything.

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance." Chen Feng responded immediately.

I only felt that the charm appeared frequently in my mind, which was extremely clear and condensed.

Immediately, Chen Feng felt a cold gaze as if it was about to pierce his back. When he turned around and looked, he saw a pair of fierce and cold eyes.

Ye Yunqi!

"Defeat under the sword."

Chen Feng immediately smiled and uttered four words softly.

Ye Yunqi's face suddenly changed, as dark as the bottom of a pot, and so gloomy that it seemed like a heavy rain could fall.

"Junior Brother Chen, don't be too arrogant." A figure appeared next to Ye Yunqi, staring at Chen Feng with his eyes, and said coldly.

"Who are you?" Chen Feng asked back.

"Zhao Guangji, the true disciple of Tiancang Peak." The young man with long hair and shawls had his hands behind his back, looking dignified, and his eyes were shining frequently, as if containing amazing power.

Chen Feng remembered.

Zhao Guangji was the true disciple of Tiancang Peak in the previous generation. He possessed the king-level supernatural power, and his cultivation had not reached the twelfth transformation of body forging.

Don't think that Yuan Hualong is a disciple of the previous generation and thinks that the twelfth transformation of body forging is not difficult because his cultivation has reached the twelfth transformation of body forging.

In fact, it is the opposite.

After the ninth transformation of the body forging realm, there is a gap of one transformation and one layer of heaven. The difficulty of its improvement and breakthrough will never be inferior to that of breaking through to the realm of training, and it may even be better.

It is almost impossible to break through to the twelfth transformation of body forging with spiritual supernatural power.

King-level divine powers are possible, but they also require a lot of time and resources.

Saint-level divine powers are more likely to break through to the twelfth transformation of body forging.

Yuan Hualong is a top-level saint-level divine power, and with the full efforts of Canglong Zhendian to cultivate, it would be a waste if he could not break through to the twelfth transformation of body forging.

Zhao Guangji is only a king-level divine power, and the resources he gets cannot be compared with Yuan Hualong. It is reasonable that he did not break through to the twelfth transformation of body forging.

And he has not broken through the realm of training acupoints for a long time, just for the secret realm of Qianlong.

It is a great opportunity that opens once every hundred years. If you miss it, you will be very regretful.

But if you seize the opportunity, the possibility of breaking through to the twelfth transformation of body forging will undoubtedly increase tenfold or more.

Maybe there is still such a tiny hope to impact the unreachable supreme body forging realm.

That is the limit that even saint-level divine powers can hardly reach.

Although he did not break through to the twelfth transformation of body forging, Zhao Guangji's strength at the level of the eleventh transformation of body forging is also very high, and he has his own pride.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you have overstepped your bounds." Chen Feng thought, and then he said slowly.

"You..." Zhao Guangji's eyes condensed, and his brows frowned with a flash of displeasure.

"I am a quasi-ancestor." Chen Feng said again.

Zhao Guangji's face sank.

He actually forgot this.

It was not that he forgot it deliberately, but he just didn't think of it for a while.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, Zhao Guangji turned and left.

"Junior Brother Zhao, do you still want me to call you Senior Brother?" Chen Feng did not let the other party go at all: "I dare to call, do you dare to respond?"

"Senior Brother Chen." Zhao Guangji gritted his teeth and said extremely reluctantly, and then left with a heart of anger.

Ye Yunqi also glanced at Chen Feng coldly and left as well.

"Ye Yunqi, the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm is where you will die." Chen Feng looked at him with a bit of amusement, and said secretly: "Zhao Guangji, I hope you are not that stupid."

...

Seven days later

The speed of the patrol ship gradually decreased and it landed from thousands of meters in the sky.

Looking down, a huge valley can be vaguely seen.

The so-called Qianlong Secret Realm is located in that valley, named Qianlong Valley.

"The patrol ship..."

"The people of Hun Tian Zong are here."

At this moment, many people have gathered outside Qianlong Valley, all of them are warriors from various forces in the East Wilderness.

Some also want to enter Qianlong Valley to try their luck and find opportunities, some are escorts, and some are just here to watch the fun.

Among the crowd, a group of people stared at the landing patrol ship, their eyes flashing.

"Hun Tian Zong has declined. It won't take many years for our Tian Bing Sect to replace it and rank among the top ten in the East Wilderness." A young man with a scar on his forehead and a long spear said coldly.

"Yes, this time in the Qianlong Secret Realm, it is the opportunity for our Tian Bing Sect to truly rise and surpass Hun Tian Zong." A young man with a sword on his back also laughed.

"I heard that Hun Tian Zong has a mortal body that is expected to be able to defy the heavens this year. Don't take it lightly." The red-dressed woman with a long whip wrapped around her waist and a pair of short swords laughed.

"A mortal body that defies the heavens, that's a joke." The young man with a long spear sneered: "If I meet him, I will defeat him with one spear."

"He can defeat the three quasi-saints of Tianyuan Holy Land. This boy's strength is extraordinary. If you meet him, you must not underestimate him." The young man with a sword said.

On the other side, the elder of Tianbing Sect who escorted them smiled but said nothing. He was secretly relieved that Tianbing Sect really had the hope of replacing Hun Tian Zong's position.

The patrol ship landed.

Then, one after another, figures jumped down from the giant ship and fell to the ground.

Not counting the strong men who came to escort, there were more than one hundred and nearly two hundred Hun Tian Zong disciples who wanted to enter Qianlong Valley.

Then, people from the other ten major forces also arrived one after another.

"The people of the Nangong Imperial Clan are here."

"Those three must be the Nangong Three Pride, they are indeed the best among men."

"The other ten must be the Nangong Ten Heroes, although they are not as good as the Nangong Three Pride, they also possess amazing saint-level supernatural powers."

"That is... Nangong Saint Son!"

"Surrounded by the Nangong Ten Heroes and the Three Pride, he must be the Nangong Saint Son who is rumored to have god-level supernatural powers."

Exclamations continued to sound, and Chen Feng looked over and saw the most outstanding dozen people in the Nangong team.

His eyes fell directly on the figure that was surrounded.

He was wearing a blue robe, his eyes were like stars, deep and mysterious, his aura was ethereal, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people elusive and ashamed of himself.

Nangong Saint Son!

"It must be the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging." Chen Feng couldn't help but say inwardly.

This was felt by the keen perception under the continuous strengthening of the Creation Divine Scroll.

Immediately, another exclamation sounded from other directions.

It was the people from the Zhenwu Holy Land who arrived.

Compared to the Nangong Imperial Clan, the Zhenwu Holy Land was no less impressive.

The Zhenwu Holy Son wore dark golden armor, with his hands behind his back, and his shoulders were broad and thick, as if he could carry mountains and hold up the sky. His aura was extremely strong and domineering. When his eyes opened and closed, his eyes seemed to suppress everything, making people dare not look at him.

About a few dozen breaths later.

The people from the Tianyuan Holy Land arrived.

Chen Feng saw the three quasi-holy sons who had challenged the Huntian Sect before but were defeated by his sword.

In addition, he also saw the young generation with extraordinary divine auras, and the auras they exuded had reached the level of the eleventh transformation of body forging.

All of them surrounded one of them, like the moon surrounded by stars.

This person wore a white robe with golden patterns on it. Although his body did not look as majestic as the Zhenwu Holy Son, his aura was not inferior at all, and he looked majestic and unmatched, as if he could suppress everything.

When his eyes opened and closed, it seemed to contain endless power, and people also dared not look at him.

Tianyuan Saint Son!

The Tianyuan Holy Land's Tianjiao and peerless Tianjiao all stared at him, looking at the disciples of the Huntian Sect, sneering endlessly, and some even stretched out their hands to wipe their necks.

Li Wuji, Zhao Kuang and the blue-clothed girl's eyes swept through the crowd and fell on Chen Feng, as if they wanted to pierce Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't care.

A few months ago, he could defeat them. A few months later, his strength was much stronger, and he could also defeat them.

Even their strength has also improved a lot.

The eyes of Nangong disciples, Zhenwu Saint Son and Tianyuan Saint Son met, and there seemed to be invisible qi colliding and stirring in the void, which made people feel inexplicably depressed.

That was a kind of suppression.

A kind of suppression belonging to the innate life level.

Those who have supernatural powers have a higher life essence than ordinary people, not to mention that they are suspected of being divine-level supernatural powers.

For a moment, three demons who were suspected to be innate gods collided with each other and became the focus and center of everyone.

So much so that the arrival of other super first-class forces did not cause much movement.

After all, other super first-class forces and even first-class forces did not give birth to demons such as Zongzi, Shengzi, Dizi, etc.

However, this confrontation was only temporary. The three demons retracted their gazes one after another, without saying a word, but a thought arose in their hearts.

That is to suppress others in the Qianlong Secret Realm, occupy the top spot, and suppress the same generation.

"Chen Feng, this time, you will be defeated by my gun." Li Wuji walked over and said to Chen Feng, with an arrogant and indifferent look containing unparalleled self-confidence.

"I hope you can get what you want." Chen Feng responded slowly.

That attitude did not pay too much attention to the other party, and this attitude made Li Wuji frown.

"Chen Feng, a hundred years ago, the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm was opened. Two hundred people from your Hun Tian Sect entered, but less than twenty came out. This time, perhaps the whole army will be wiped out, and you will not be an exception." Li Wuji said coldly again.

Chen Feng's eyes condensed, and a trace of murderous intent flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

The grievances between Tianyuan Holy Land and Hun Tian Sect have a long history, which seems to be traced back to the time of the ancestors.

Therefore, Tianyuan Holy Land always targets Hun Tian Sect. The reason why Hun Tian Sect fell so quickly is not only due to its own reasons, but also inseparable from the repeated suppression of Tianyuan Holy Land.

Li Wuji's words attracted many eyes from all around, and they all fell on Chen Feng.

"Is he Chen Feng?"

"The breath is ordinary, and there is really no innate supernatural power."

"Is it really a mortal body?"

"Even if it is really a heaven-defying mortal body, so what? There has only been one case in thousands of years. This world is ultimately a world of gods and spirits."

"That's right."

"This time, there are more than 100 people in the Huntian Sect. I wonder how many of them can leave the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm alive."

"The people of the Tianyuan Holy Land will cut off the Huntian Sect's retreat like they did last time."

Many discussions arose, attracting more attention, but the three evildoers only glanced at them lightly without looking at them.

Chen Feng didn't care.

All the contempt and doubt will be shattered after the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.