As Qin Changsheng landed on this huge battle platform, the earthworm-like golden veins on the battle platform suddenly lit up, bursting out with sparkling light.
Blazing rays of light rose up, condensing into a tall figure. He had an average appearance, deep and calm eyes, and looked like a young man, but he had an out-of-this-world temperament that could not be concealed.
"I am Ye Chen, the ancestor of the Shaoqing Swordsman. I am a disciple of the younger generation. Only by leaving my name on the sword tablet can I break through!"
When the figure in the light and shadow spoke, he was clearly in front of Qin Changsheng, but his voice had an extremely distant feeling.
When Qin Changsheng heard Guangying's words, his heart immediately trembled. He knew that this light and shadow was the spiritual imprint left by the founder of the Shaoqing Sword Sect in the past, or it could be said to be the afterimage of his incarnation. He quickly bowed to Guangying and bowed.
The expression of that light and shadow was always as calm as water. He glanced at Qin Changsheng and waved his hand. Suddenly, countless divine patterns flew forward. On the solid battle platform, it turned out to be like water, with ripples rippling and emerging. One after another ripples.
Immediately afterwards, in the center of the ripples, a stone tablet slowly emerged, gradually getting higher, and finally became a hundred feet in size, standing in front of Qin Changsheng, majestic and majestic.
This is the sword monument mentioned by Shaoqing Sword Ancestor.
There are densely packed names on this sword monument, but most of the names are extremely vague, and the traces are very light and superficial.
There was only one name that was particularly profound and eye-catching. The moment the sword monument appeared, it caught Qin Changsheng's eyes.
This name is Duan Changsheng!
Three words, one stroke after another, are sonorous and powerful. The strokes are crisp and neat, and the dragons and phoenixes are dancing. There is a kind of free and easy, but also a fierce and domineering atmosphere.
With the appearance of this sword monument and the appearance of this name, Qin Changsheng immediately felt a terrifying sword energy, fierce and domineering, vigorous and powerful, coming towards his face.
"Such a strong aura, such a sharp sword energy, Duan Changsheng... Is this what he left behind back then? At that time, he probably had not yet understood the Four Symbols of God's Will and the Four Sword Intentions, and had not walked out of his own way. , to have such a strong momentum, fierce and aloof, and indomitable."
Feeling the sharp sword energy coming towards his face, Qin Changsheng couldn't help but take a deep breath and marveled.
"Tsk!"
Suddenly, the sword energy that burst out from the three words "Duan Changsheng" on the sword monument seemed to be spiritual, as if it felt Qin Changsheng's gaze, and suddenly became blazing.
The next moment, terrifying sword energy overflowed from those three words, condensed together, and turned into a blazing pale sword energy, heading towards Qin Changsheng to kill Qin Changsheng fiercely.
Qin Changsheng was immediately shocked. He did not expect that these three words were so strange. The sword energy contained in them seemed to be born with spirituality.
"Tsk!"
Qin Changsheng's eyes were blazing, and the killing sword intention in his body seemed to be provoked and stimulated, and it spontaneously came out of his body.
Streams of blazing and sharp sword energy surged out from Qin Changsheng's body. The killing sword intent surged, blessing the sword energy, and actively faced the sword energy coming to kill.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
The two sword energies collided instantly in mid-air, setting off a fierce sword energy storm.
That blazing white sword energy was so domineering and unparalleled that it suppressed Qin Changsheng's killing sword energy and kept defeating him.
It seemed as if it was deliberately stimulating the sword energy in Qin Changsheng's body, and with constant pressure, the sword energy in Qin Changsheng's body surged out uncontrollably.
After a while, the blazing white sword energy broke through all the condensed sword energy in front of Qin Changsheng in one fell swoop, turned into a heavenly sword, and struck towards Qin Changsheng's eyebrows.
Qin Changsheng's pupils shrank, and he immediately felt a strong life-and-death crisis in his heart, but there was no fear in his eyes, but a sense of madness in his eyes. He grabbed it with both hands, and in an instant the top-quality magic sword was unsheathed. To slash towards that sword energy.
However, after the pale sword energy entered within three feet of Qin Changsheng, it suddenly dissipated automatically and turned into a wisp of breeze, blowing past Qin Changsheng.
Qin Changsheng's expression was startled, and he was a little confused. Why did this sword energy, which was so powerful just now, collapse automatically in the end?
"Could this sword energy really give birth to spirituality?"
Qin Changsheng looked moved. If this was really the case, then this period of immortality would be too terrifying.
His swordsmanship is so profound that he can be called a monster and unimaginable.
After the sword energy dissipated, Qin Changsheng glanced at the words "Duan Changsheng" on the sword monument with some fear.
Immediately, he looked around at the other names on the sword stele and found that except for Duan Changsheng's name, the other names were almost blurred. There were only a few names that appeared clear, but the handwriting was also very shallow.
In addition, most of these names are deposited below, and there are very few names above the sword monument, and there are even large blanks.
Qin Changsheng was deep in thought, soaring into the air with the best magic sword in his hand. He finally discovered the mystery of the sword stele and understood why there were so few names on the sword stele.
The moment he soared into the air, he felt a powerful suppressive force descending from the sky, oppressing him like a huge mountain, suppressing him head-on.
And this pressure increases as the altitude increases.
When Qin Changsheng rose to fifty feet, he felt extremely depressed, his body began to tremble, and the bones in his body began to rattle.
He was horrified in his heart. It was only half the height of the sword monument, but the pressure was already so terrifying. And that period of immortality could actually leave a name on the top of the sword monument, and the name was so profound and clear.
He focused his eyes and gritted his teeth. The more he felt the heavy pressure, the more he wanted to resist, the more he wanted to break out of the shackles of pressure and jump out of this "swamp of power". "The thought.
The unwillingness in his heart, the unyieldingness in his bones, and the subconscious desire to compete with that period of immortality made him grit his teeth and continue to rush towards the top of the sword monument.
"Nothing can oppress me, how can a sword monument suppress me!"
Qin Changsheng roared, and his whole body's aura bloomed, rising continuously.
His limbs and bones were trembling, the bones in his body were rattling like fried beans, and blood was oozing out from his body surface.
If his body hadn't gone through twenty-one tempering and transformations, it would have been impossible for him to withstand such a strong sense of oppression based on his cultivation.
The killing sword intent in his body boiled under this strong oppression.
Streams of sword energy burst out from the pores of Qin Changsheng's body, slashing in all directions, which actually made the pressure weaken slightly.
Qin Changsheng's heart suddenly moved, and he immediately activated the Tai Chi Dantian. The power of yin and yang flowed out, turning into sword energy to protect his body. He actually cut off the strong sense of oppression, and his whole body immediately felt as relaxed as if he was burdened with a heavy burden.
He suddenly gasped for breath: "What a strong sword pressure. Such a strong sword pressure, even a strong person at the peak of the Immortal Stage Realm would be unbearable. No wonder the names on this part of the sword monument are so rare..."
