“It’s okay to fail.”
Luo Yi was afraid that Ling Tian would be discouraged and thought that Ling Tian didn't know the meaning of breaking nine rounds in a row. He smiled and consoled him, "You have already broken Senior Brother Mu Feng's record, and you are even faster than Senior Brother Mu Feng in terms of time. This is already very good." .”
"Yeah?"
Ling Tian smiled slightly and didn't say much.
In fact, he had heard everyone talking during the break.
Knowing Mu Feng's record, I made this choice.
Otherwise, he would have broken directly in this tenth game.
As for whether the eleventh game can be broken, nothing is known yet.
"Sword Bureau, thirty-six!"
Ling Tian stood outside the sword bureau and looked at the sword bureau, his heart full of reverence.
The sword positions are all set up by the master of the sword house.
He entered the sword game and knew the secrets of the sword game.
The first ten games all have changes and each has its own mystery.
The master of Sword House has used ten kinds of sword techniques.
In the sword game, there are thirty-six.
Ling Tian guessed that the master of Sword House controlled thirty-six kinds of swordsmanship.
These thirty-six kendos blend with each other and can be transformed into thousands of kendos.
Such a strong swordsman has reached the point where his skills are referenced.
If not, the position of the God King will be occupied by the Sword God King.
He even felt that the master of Sword House was qualified to become the God King of the Sword Department.
"By the way, Brother Ling Tian!"
Luo Yi had a bright smile on his face. After thinking of something, he suddenly looked Ling Tian up and down, "I see you are in good condition. Are you not injured?"
"Why is it hurt?"
Ling Tian looked confused when he heard Luo Yi ask this question.
"I should have told you before, right? If you can't break the sword situation, you will have to pay some price."
Luo Yi explained, "When ordinary people fail to break the sword game, their souls will inevitably be traumatized and require a period of recovery. This is one of the reasons why few people come to break into the sword game."
"oh?"
Ling Tian smiled and said, "Maybe my soul is different from ordinary people."
When it comes to divine souls, Ling Tian is indeed different from ordinary people.
To be precise, he is stronger than the warriors in the same realm.
But the reason why his soul was not injured this time was not because his soul was different from ordinary people.
It was because he actively chose to give up breaking the situation, and there was no force.
"Is that so?"
Luo Yi did not doubt Ling Tian's words. He laughed and grabbed Ling Tian's wrist, pulling Ling Tian to a place where no one was around. "In the sword forest, there may be a way to break the sword trap. How about we start first?" Go to the Sword Forest to learn the sword, and come back another day to break the sword game!"
Ling Tian felt a little uncomfortable being pulled away by Luo Yi like this.
But he didn't refuse, and thought of finding a quiet place with few people first.
Learn the sword in the sword forest, wait for a few days, and then come here to break the sword game.
However, as soon as the two squeezed out of the crowd, several figures blocked their way.
Luo Yigang was about to get angry, but when he looked at the person who stopped him, his face froze instantly.
This group of people was none other than disciples of the Zhengyang Shen Sect headed by Gu Wuhuan and Chu Wen.
"Is something wrong?"
Ling Tian didn't know Gu Wuhuan or Chu Wen, but he could feel them.
The Gu Wuhuan in front of him had a unique temperament and was a master of martial arts.
"Um……"
Gu Wu welcomed Ling Tian's gaze with helplessness on his face.
He immediately turned his head and looked at Chu Wen beside him.
In fact, it was Chu Wen who dragged him here.
"Ling Tian, right?"
Chu Wen stepped forward with a hint of contempt on his face, "When I entered the sword game for the first time, I was able to break nine games in a row. Your talent in swordsmanship is very good, and I happen to be a swordsman as well. How about we compete with each other? I see. You don’t seem to have been injured due to the failure of the Sword Breaking Round. You should be in good condition to fight me, right?”
"Do I know you?"
When Ling Tian heard this, his eyes turned and fell on Chu Wen.
The contemptuous expression on the other person's face made him a little unhappy.
"My name is Chuwen, a disciple of the Zhengyang Shen Sect!"
Chu Wen sneered and said his name generously. Then his palm trembled slightly and he pointed the sword at Ling Tiandao, "From now on, you and I are considered acquaintances."
"Since you are a sword cultivator, you must also participate in the selection of the third generation disciple of Jianlu. If you are good enough, you and I will definitely have a chance to fight against each other by then."
Ling Tian glanced at the sword in Chu Wen's hand and showed no intention of sparring with him.
The repeated rejections made Chu Wen angry, "Ling Tian! Are you unwilling to compete with me, or do you disdain to compete with me?"
"Is there a difference?"
Ling Tian squinted at Chu Wen and asked.
"In terms of swordsmanship, I first entered the sword game in Chuwen, and I broke eight games in a row! Now, I have broken the twenty-fourth game! In terms of cultivation, I am a warrior in the first level of the Divine Lord. If I want to be above you, I am willing to I think highly of you when I compete with you."
Chu Wen raised his head slightly, with a look of pride on his face, "If you are afraid and feel that you are no match for me, I can suppress my cultivation to be in the same realm as you without taking advantage of you! Come on, let's fight!"
Ling Tian listened to Chu Wen's self-introduction, with a half-smiling expression on his face.
He has been in contact with many first-level warriors of the Divine Lord before and fought many battles.
Even if you only cultivate at the demigod level, you still have a chance to win if you put all your effort into it.
If Chu Wen suppresses his own cultivation, he will definitely lose in his hands.
It can be seen that Chuwen is a proud man and is very confident in his swordsmanship.
It is precisely because of this pride that she does not allow others to be better than her.
She wanted to suppress her cultivation to fight Ling Tian, but she just wanted to prove that she was stronger than Ling Tian.
Gain spiritual satisfaction by defeating Ling Tian.
"Okay, I'm scared of you!"
Ling Tian was too lazy to argue with Chu Wen, and he didn't want to reveal his strength too early. "With my meager swordsmanship, I don't dare to compete with the genius swordsman of Zhengyang Shenzong. So, are you satisfied?"
With that said, Ling Tian stepped out and walked directly past Chu Wen.
"you wanna die!"
Chu Wen was completely angered by Ling Tian's actions.
At the same time as he shouted, a sword energy was released.
As he stepped forward, a sword stabbed Ling Tian in the back.
"Brother Lingtian, be careful!"
When Luo Yi saw Chu Wen drawing his sword, he suddenly panicked and quickly reminded him.
Before that, Ling Tian had already felt a sharp intention coming towards him.
His eyes were slightly focused, and he was on alert, but he did not turn around immediately.
call!
A gust of wind swept by, and suddenly a figure appeared behind Ling Tian.
With just two fingers, he caught the sword that Chu Wen used to assassinate Xiang Lingtian.
"Gu Wuhuan, who are you helping?"
When Chu Wen saw that it was Gu Wuhuan who stopped him, he became furious.
She knew that Gu Wuhuan was interested in her and secretly in love with her.
But she didn't expect that Gu Wuhuan would stop her at this time.
"Chu Wen, you should calm down."
Gu Wuhuan felt helpless at Chu Wen's unruliness. After letting go of Chu Wen's sword, he reminded Chu Wen, "This is the forest of swords, the land at the foot of the sword hut. He doesn't want to fight, so you don't have to force him. There is a saying. Ling Tian is right, you will have a chance to compete during the selection of the third generation disciple of Jianlu, so there is no need to rush."
