On the Sword Ancestor Star, the giant sword that had been silent for countless years emitted a pleasant sword cry. The entire long sword seemed to be reborn with new vitality. The rust stains on the giant sword gradually fell off, and finally shined with a dazzling sword light.
"this......"
"This situation means that someone has cleared the sword tower. Who is it? Is it Sword Hero or Cheng Ling?"
"It's incredible. After being dormant for countless years, the giant sword is once again full of vitality. The future of Chaoyang Temple is promising!"
The monks were all awakened by the sound of the sword, and rushed from all over the place to see who was able to clear the sword tower. It's not that the person who can pass the level is the first person in the Chaoyang Temple, but because the sword tower has its own rules, and what kind of cultivation level is used to break through, the cultivation level of the transformed swordsman is similar.
Therefore, the difficulty of breaking through the sword tower is completely linked to the challenger's cultivation level. Although there are many sword masters in the Chaoyang Temple, there are only a few who can clear the sword tower, and they have not appeared for many years. Such a disciple, no matter what his current level of cultivation is, his future achievements will be limitless.
It took a long time before Cheng Ling's figure gradually transformed.
"It's him!"
"Yes, it's Cheng Ling!"
"Is he Cheng Ling? Unexpectedly, the first person to clear the sword tower in so many years was not a disciple of the original sect, but an abandoned disciple of the Wuji Sect. This is really a great irony." The Tianming Sword Saint glanced at the corner of his mouth with his spiritual consciousness. A wry smile.
At this time, Cheng Ling completely ignored the astonishment of the monks. He was recovering his mental energy while sorting out his experience of entering the tower.
The Sword Tower is worthy of being the holy place of the Chaoyang Temple.
Not to mention anything else, just being able to experience countless sword techniques is a great benefit. Cheng Ling's basic sword techniques, silent sword techniques, sky-cutting sword techniques, void annihilation sword techniques, etc. are all just beginners. , if you want to continue to comprehend, it will be impossible to improve significantly in just a few years.
But now, Cheng Ling has countless inspirations and thousands of sword techniques performing in his mind. Each one is different and contains the lifelong efforts and wisdom of the master of these sword techniques.
"Fortunately, my soul is strong enough, so it can barely contain so much swordsmanship information."
Cheng Ling's soul is at least ten times that of ordinary Tianzun-level monks. He can hold ten times as much information as them, and he can have a photographic memory.
This photographic memory is not an ordinary photographic memory. His photographic memory means that he keeps thousands of sword skills in his mind and can draw them out at any time for deduction. Through these several times of breaking into the sword tower, Almost all the swordsmanship performed by the swordsman was recorded in his mind.
These sword techniques may be the inheritance of ancient sword cultivators, or they may be the inheritance of the current Chaoyang Temple. In short, they have taken a big step forward in the knowledge of sword techniques.
"First, completely deduce these swordsmanship, then take the essence and remove the dross to create a new swordsmanship."
Cheng Ling decided to leave. These many sword techniques, as well as the techniques of exerting force and the use of sword fields, were enough for him to digest for a long time.
"Cheng Ling...it's Cheng Ling."
Everyone came over one after another with enthusiastic expressions.
If they were a little dissatisfied with Cheng Ling before, now they just admire him. After clearing three sword towers, how long has it been since Chaoyang Temple appeared? If you don't accept this, then what else can you accept? If you can't even admit other people's talents, you are not worthy of being a successor of ancient sword cultivators.
Cheng Ling didn't expect that his appearance would cause such a big sensation, but he had no time to argue with these people and was about to run away.
Suddenly, a strong sword energy shot into the sky from outside the crowd, immediately attracting the attention of the monks. The next moment, a light cyan figure descended from the sky. He moved his feet frequently, and with every step he took, the space seemed to ripple, spreading to all directions.
"Meet the Tianming Sword Master!"
All the monks turned around and saluted the cyan figure in the void.
Tianming Sword Master nodded slightly and stood in the void, his eyes like two sharp swords passing through the crowd and finally landing on Cheng Ling.
He looked up and down for a while and then said slowly: "Cheng Ling, come to Tianming Sword Mansion!"
After saying that, the light green figure swayed slightly and then disappeared. This is not his real body, just a picture of his mind.
Cheng Ling gasped. He was able to condense such sharp sword energy just by taking a picture with his thoughts. The opponent's cultivation level was even stronger than Immortal Emperor Wu Nian's.
As soon as his mind moved, he flew in the direction of Tianming Sword Mansion.
There are tens of thousands of sword mansions on the Sword Ancestor Star, but the most famous one is naturally the one where the nine great sword masters live. The Tianming Sword Mansion is located in the north of the Sword Tower. It is different from the environment around the Starry Sky Sword Mansion. In addition to the Sword Mansion, there are many palace-like buildings around it. There are many monks coming and going, which is very lively.
When Cheng Ling arrived outside the gate of Jian Mansion, a disciple came up to him and led him all the way to the back of the side hall on the right side. He said, "Senior, please wait a moment. Lord Sword Master will be here soon."
The disciples of the Chaoyang Temple often like to address themselves as sword masters, but they are not used to addressing their job titles.
Cheng Ling nodded and waited in the side hall.
About time for a cup of tea, the Tianming Sword Master arrived.
Dressed in Tsing Yi, his appearance is similar to that in the photos taken with his mind. He looks ordinary. If he didn't know his identity, he would be no different from an ordinary mortal thrown into the sea of people.
But Cheng Ling didn't dare to relax at all. He was simple and unpretentious, returning to his original nature, and walking in a natural way, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth. This is the highest state of swordsmanship.
"Cheng Ling has met the Sword Master!" He slightly bent his body and performed a sword salute.
"Sit down!" Tianming Sword Master agreed, took the lead to sit down next to him, and said calmly, "I heard that you have a second kendo order, bring it to me."
Cheng Ling moved his right hand and took out the Kendo Token and placed it on the table between the two of them.
Tianming Sword Master grabbed the swordsmanship order, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said: "Yes, it is indeed the swordsmanship order. How did you get it?"
"It has been passed down to our ancestors that he was one of the three protectors of ancient swordsmanship." Cheng Ling replied. He was not telling the truth. He intuitively felt that this swordsmanship order was very important.
"what is his name?"
"Yuan Ling!"
"The last name is Yuan...why is your last name..." Tianming Sword Master frowned and asked.
"This junior took on his mother's surname, so his surname is Cheng." Cheng Ling naturally knew the fishiness and quickly added.
Tianming Sword Master gave him a confused look, then stood up and said: "It's useless to talk more, just draw your sword!"
Cheng Ling was stunned and asked, "Draw out the sword?"
"Show me your swordsmanship!"
"I'm offended!" Cheng Ling took a deep breath, and then with a flick of his eye, the Dragon Ling Sword came into his palm. With the sword light, ripples spread out layer by layer. The ripples were clearly formed by the sword light.
"Hey, not bad!" Tianming Sword Master said in surprise. In the blink of an eye, the light cyan figure fluttered in the wind, and a blue-grey sword light seemed to suddenly arrive across time and space, making the ripple-like sword light dissipate invisible.
Cheng Ling did not use the Void Nirvana sword technique, but the sword techniques used by the sword spirits in the Canglan Continent Sword Pavilion. With his current level of swordsmanship, any kind of swordsmanship can turn decay into magic, and he is not inferior to any heaven-level swordsmanship.
With just one strike of the sword, Cheng Ling could see that Tianming Sword Master's swordsmanship was slightly inferior to his own, but his application of swordsmanship and other aspects had reached an astonishing level.
It was far-reaching, deep, and as if facing a vast expanse of darkness. The breath and sound in the entire space seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and it fell into a dead silence.
For a moment, the swords of both sides did not collide, but they changed hundreds of times in succession, both looking for the opponent's flaws. Once they found the flaws, they immediately hit the opponent.
The disciples in the room couldn't understand the battle at this level. They just felt the sword light flashing in front of their eyes, and they were dazzled and confused.
There is no way, the realms are too different.
Cheng Ling couldn't see the face of the pale cyan figure at all, and could only see the opponent's sword.
What's interesting is that after the Tianming Sword Master drew his sword, he didn't use much power. He just used his exquisite and unpredictable sword skills to target Cheng Ling.
In this case, Cheng Ling did not use his sword domain or force-generating skills, but also fought with swordsmanship. A confrontation of pure swordsmanship may not seem so grand and destructive, but the moves are profound, shocking, and very dangerous.
In the blink of an eye, both sides had used their swords dozens of times, all of which were basic swordsmanship moves.
Tianming Sword Master's swordsmanship is full of exquisiteness, like a wisp of light smoke, fluttering and weak, seemingly fast and slow, strong and weak, sharp and blunt, curved and straight.
It was clear that a sword was stabbing Cheng Ling, and it came in an instant, but it didn't seem to hit, as if the sword was withdrawn and returned.
He obviously retracted his sword, but in an instant he was in front of Cheng Ling.
This feeling was very strange, making it difficult for Cheng Ling to judge. He could see that such basic swordsmanship was no longer a simple basic swordsmanship, but also involved other applications, another field, another level of application, a field that he did not know.
Although it had only been a short quarter of an hour, Cheng Ling was completely immersed in it. Various sword techniques came one after another, some learned from the sword spirit, and some learned from the sword stele of the Sword Sect.
Tea time passed in the blink of an eye, and the battle between the two sides was limited to a small area, no more than three meters in radius.
The disciples on the side were dumbfounded and couldn't understand it at all. As they watched, their heads began to feel dizzy and uncomfortable, and they did not dare to read any more.
It's normal for him to have such a reaction. His cultivation is not enough, his soul is not strong enough, his mental power is not strong enough, and most importantly, his swordsmanship is not profound enough. Therefore, if he sees too much, he will be dazzled, which will affect his spirit. The force fluctuates and is very unstable.
Unless you are a monk at the sword master level, you have sufficient attainments in swordsmanship, and your soul has reached a certain level, you will gain something from watching it.
The more the two sides fight, the more dangerous it becomes. Countless changes are performed under the sword. The more they fight, the more Cheng Ling can appreciate the subtlety of the opponent's swordsmanship. However, this subtlety gave him the feeling that it was as elusive as rootless duckweed.
After fighting for about half an hour, Cheng Ling became increasingly unable to capture the opponent's sword intent. His heart shuddered, but instead he felt a little excited. There is nothing more satisfying than fighting against strong men, especially swordsmanship like this.
Abandoning all distracting thoughts, he struggled to catch a trace of a flaw. The silent sword style was suddenly activated. The sword light was silent, similar to the sword intention of the Tianming Sword Master. It penetrated through the layers of sword light without any hindrance and reached the key point between the opponent's eyebrows. .
"Huh!"
Tianming Sword Master's eyes shone with excitement. He waved his right hand to block the silent sword-style killing move. He immediately stepped back and escaped from his own sword.
With this calmness, his strength is far superior to that of Cheng Ling.
"It seems that you are indeed the descendant of the ancient sword cultivator. I have vaguely seen this sword move. From today on, you will be the second sword master of Chaoyang Temple. In ten years, I hope you can be promoted to Sword Master! "Leaving a few words, the light blue figure floated away and disappeared.
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