Time suddenly froze.
The ancient sword that is still roaring, the back that wants to compete with the sky, and the foreign monk who is crawling and trembling, unable to move, are all telling the world...
The Lord here is invincible!
The face of each reincarnation was full of shock, and the pupils were also occupied by thick horror: this was the first time they had experienced fear since they awakened their memories.
The same goes for water friends in front of the live broadcast room:
"Is this the number one strength in the world?"
"With just one silhouette of his back, he can command thousands of swords. How terrifying is this person's true state? The peak of the Golden Core? Or...far above the Golden Core?"
"Holding the sword and asking, I will slay all the demons without limit. Except for the three layers of snow on my body, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes... He is the best in the world, I am convinced!"
"Ahem, I still think Young Master Kong is stronger. After all, in this life he was the first to awaken the memory of his past life, and he is already far ahead of the world's number one in terms of realm."
"Li Qiye: What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Please say it again."
“…”
"I'm afraid Yan Chixia won't be able to break this formation even if she comes in person."
In the ruins.
Young Master Kong Zhao Zijing, who had come back to his senses, looked extremely solemn: "All of us guessed wrong. The owner of this ancient ruins is not Yan Chixia at all."
Hear the words.
Yan Chixia, who has always been hidden in the crowd, is a little bit dumbfounded: I can't enter the ruins that I co-authored for me, right? I really belong to you, little junior brother!
"Rest where you are and try again. If you find something wrong, run away immediately."
Think about it for a long time.
Unwilling to do so, Zhao Zijing decided to give it a go: he had gone through a lot of hard work and lost troops and generals, but in the end he returned without success, and he felt that his face was not bright.
The most important thing for Taoists is face, which is sometimes more important than life.
Other monks echoed:
"Mr. Zhao, I would like to lend you a helping hand."
"I am also willing to go with you."
"Cao, since you won't leave, then I will risk my life to accompany you. I don't believe that a mere sword array can cover the sky?"
"What these fellow Taoists said is absolutely true."
"You guys, don't overly deify yourself as the best in the world."
"No matter how powerful this person is, he is only a thing of the past thousands of years ago. Mr. Zhao, as one of the top five masters in the world today, will never be inferior to him!"
Listening to the flattery and admiration from the monks around him, Zhao Zijing did not become distracted. Instead, he turned to the remaining foreign monks and said, "Don't say that I tricked you."
"I don't know how many sword formations there will be next. When it comes time to escape, I don't have time to take care of everyone. Everyone depends on their own abilities."
Once you make a calculation, it means that your skills are not as good as others, and the other party can only admit defeat. But if you do it again and again, it is a bit unreasonable, and the dog will jump over the wall when it is anxious.
Hear the words.
The foreign monks looked at each other, and finally, they all nodded in agreement.
The monks teamed up again and moved forward.
"It's quite courageous."
Seeing this scene, Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled.
In fact, there are only two killing formations, the first formation and the ninth formation. The former is to protect the inheritance left by Yan Chixia, and the latter is to protect her own body.
We passed through these two formations safely, basically without incident.
certainly.
The first round was easy to defeat. After all, considering Yan Chixia's strength, he didn't find fault. But in the ninth round, he was confident that no one could beat him except for his white fox face.
"Forget it, power should be a reward for a lonely brave man."
Chen Yi shrugged nonchalantly and stopped paying attention to the live broadcast room, focusing on integrating past life memories and swordsmanship insights: "Strive to break through the foundation building within half a month."
Time passes.
On the third day, three drops of sword vitality were born, and nine thousand eight hundred criss-crossing sword energy lingered around Chen Yi's body, clanging and buzzing, like a loyal minister guarding the king in the sword.
On the fifth day, Jian Yuan entered the eighth number.
Chen Yi's limbs and bones, seven meridians and eight meridians were all carved by sword energy, making him look like a peerless fierce weapon unsheathed, with its sharp edges revealed.
On the seventh day, the number nine is at its peak. The intention of the sword is hidden in the heart, and the joy and anger cannot be expressed in the form. A gentleman hides his power and bides his time. The dragon lurks in the abyss without fighting, only waiting for the thousands of leaves to rustle, and the murderous intention to suddenly appear.
Chen Yi opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of desperate madness flashed away.
That is his sword intention.
Anyone who blocks my way, goes against my will, or confuses my mind can be killed with one sword.
Then look at the faint sword pattern between the eyebrows, and see a flying sword coming from the void, crossing in front of him: The body of this sword has no carved patterns and cannot be branded. It is a simple and authentic sword.
It’s not that I don’t know what to carve or what formation to seal, it’s just because the heaven, earth and all things...
Not worthy!
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Ancient ruins.
As expected, the reincarnations headed by Zhao Zijing passed through the second sword formation intact but uneasily, and successfully stepped into the third ancient portal.
Everyone, including Zhao Zijing, was surprised:
"Hey, the power of the sword array is much weaker this time."
"It's completely incomparable to the previous one. It's a bit anticlimactic."
"Is it possible that this is a trick played by Number One in the World?"
"Let's let our guard down first, and then suddenly give us a fatal blow."
"not sure."
"Anyway, please be very alert and be careful. There is an old saying in Longhan, which is to be careful and sail the ship for thousands of years. It is true to always be cautious."
Chen Yi was video chatting with Ning Hongyi.
Overhearing the conversation among the people, I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It seems that they were bitten by a snake once and have been afraid of straw ropes for ten years...Senior Brother Yan is still able to keep his composure."
"Chen Yi! Why are you giggling?"
In the zoomed-out video frame, Ning Hongyi's legs are slightly raised, and her eyebrows are slightly frowned:
"It's rare for an instructor to give someone a private lesson and give one-on-one tutoring classes. You're distracted by other things. You don't take the instructor's first time seriously, right?"
"Ahem...nothing."
Chen Yi was wandering in the sky, doing two things at once, and blurted out sweet words: "The guide's voice is like an oriole, and I am fascinated by it. Sorry, please pay attention next time."
"Bah, glib!"
How could Ning Hongyi, who was so coaxed that she was so happy, be willing to blame the gentle and jade-like little girl opposite the camera? All he could do was give it a symbolic spit and leave it at that.
"You can't be big or small. Even though I'm in the late stage of Yan Gou, even if you fulfill all my fantasies about future Taoist companions... oh, what nonsense am I talking about."
"Anyway, listen carefully to me!"
"If you can't awaken your past life memory before the end of the year, let's see how I deal with you!"
"As you command!"
Chen Yi bowed his head in a non-standard manner, and then listened carefully to Ning Hongyi's teachings... Well, by the way, he took a break from the busy work to digest some memories of his past life.
Along with the opening and closing of those delicate red lips.
He actually cultivated the tenth drop of sword essence: as far as he knew, in the world, only Bai Huer's face had more than nine drops of spiritual essence when building the foundation: this is...a transcendent number!
"Is it because I listened to the instructor's lecture?"
Thinking secretly.
Chen Yi couldn't help but focus on Ning Hongyi.
It seems that this is not impossible.
It can't be said that he is rebellious and wants to be like a master and a disciple.
Mainly.
cough.
Mainly because of the sense of immorality of practicing secretly while chatting with the instructor in front of the instructor, under the nose of the instructor, while suppressing the sword energy in the body...
So damn exciting!
