At the moment when he swung the sword ten thousand times in succession to become an immortal sword body, his cultivation also suddenly entered the late stage of the Grand Master.
An extremely tyrannical momentum burst out from his body.
The first level of Dzogchen Sword Intention has not improved, but it has become more condensed, and you can step into the second level anytime and anywhere.
Jiang Changkong knew clearly.
The second level of Sword Intention will not be broken through for the time being. It can only be broken through after stepping into the innate. This is related to the strength of the soul.
Because his current soul is not enough to support the second level of sword intent.
Feeling the powerful power in his body, Jiang Changkong's eyes burst out with strong confidence, and a joyful smile hung on his face.
Let him believe that even the peak Grandmaster cannot make a single move in his hands.
Even if he was half-step innate like Sun Fengyun, the guard envoy, he didn't even think he could be his opponent.
The breakthrough of the Immortal Sword Body increased his overall strength several times.
This is his confidence!
After leaving the cave where he had practiced for many days, Jiang Changkong jumped up and quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.
As soon as they reached the top of the mountain, they met a group of monks.
"Huh? We have been here for seven or eight days and we have never seen anyone down there. Where did this person come from?"
"Senior Brother Feng, this guy came up from below. Maybe there is some secret place below that we don't know about. Otherwise, we wouldn't have known about it for seven or eight days here."
"Yes, this guy came up from below. He must have entered a secret realm that we don't know about. He must have gained some benefit."
"Well, not bad. Xu Guang, what do you think?" The monk known as 'Senior Brother Feng' turned to look at the monk next to him with a calm expression and narrow eyes.
Xu Guang said expressionlessly: "Huh, how else can I look at it, keep him!"
"Okay!" 'Senior Brother Feng' nodded.
After receiving the consent of the two senior brothers, a group of monks immediately stopped Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong was slightly startled.
With a glance, under the bright light of the sword's heart, he immediately sensed that these seven people had at least the eighth level of Qi training, and two of them had the ninth level of Qi training.
Judging from their age, these people are all around thirty years old.
Those two ninth levels of Qi training are much smaller than Zhang Tianhan.
Zhang Tianhan is also at the ninth level of qi training, but he is already an elder of the outer sect. From this, it can be determined that these people should be the inner disciples of the immortal sect.
Among the Immortal Sect, the inner disciples have a very high status.
Jiang Changkong also heard about this.
I just don’t know which immortal sect these people are from.
Seeing several people stopping him, Jiang Changkong, who didn't want to cause trouble, clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, please, I wonder which immortal sect some of you are practicing in?"
"Humph, at first glance, this guy is a wild and short-sighted person. He can't even see the obvious decoration of our Feixianmen."
A monk said disdainfully.
Another monk said with a smile: "You are too serious. What kind of vision can you expect from a warrior?"
The monk nodded and said, "That's right."
In front of Jiang Changkong, he made no secret of his disdain for him, which made Jiang Changkong angry and funny.
He knew that monks looked down on warriors, and they had always had this common problem, thinking that warriors were inferior to others and were vulgar warriors.
But practicing the same path leads to the same destination. What is there to laugh at?
Besides, he is less than twenty years old, and he has reached the level of Grand Master at this age. Can't these people see that his martial arts talent is stronger than theirs?
There is no way, these monks look down on warriors from the bottom of their hearts.
I always think that those who cultivate immortality are superior to others.
Of course, the biggest advantage of cultivators is that once they successfully build a foundation, their longevity is much higher than that of warriors.
This is indeed difficult for warriors to achieve.
Moreover, immortal cultivators can use all kinds of splendid spells, which are very powerful and make mortals awe.
But these are nothing to Jiang Changkong.
As long as the level of these immortal cultivators is not as high as his, they are just rubbish that can be dealt with with one sword in front of him.
Jiang Changkong's question did not wait for serious answers from several people. Instead, it attracted a few mocking words, but he also told where they came from.
He doesn't care either.
He had already had a conflict with the Celestial Immortal Sect before. He didn't want to have another conflict with the second Immortal Sect, so he held his fists in a calm manner and said, "I wonder what these immortals are saying to stop me?"
In order to calm things down, he even used the honorific 'immortal'.
But unfortunately, he underestimated the greed and arrogance of the immortal cultivators.
The monk who just mocked him snorted: "Tell us why you stayed down there for so long."
Jiang Changkong smiled and said: "There is a cave down there. I practice in the cave."
"Nonsense, how can you practice when the temperature here is so high?" the monk stared at Jiang Changkong and shouted.
Jiang Changkong continued to smile and said: "Martial artists are not as good as you cultivators. They need to temper their bodies. Of course, they need this kind of extreme training environment."
"Then why haven't we found you?" the monk asked.
Jiang Changkong said: "Then how do I know?"
"Still want to hide it? There is obviously a secret realm below, so you can hide it from our detection. Now hand over everything you got from the secret realm below!"
The monk shouted.
Seeing the aggressive look of this group of monks, Jiang Changkong sighed secretly. He knew that no matter how much he said, he might not be able to change anything.
This group of monks thought they were sure to kill him.
"There is a cave down there. There is indeed nothing." Jiang Changkong made one last effort.
The monk looked at 'Senior Brother Feng', and 'Senior Brother Feng' looked at Xu Guang. Xu Guang snorted coldly: "Huh, look what I'm doing. He's just toasting a toast instead of eating a fine wine. He's looking for death. We can't blame him!"
That 'Senior Brother Feng' looked at Jiang Changkong and sighed slightly: "My friend, you have been unwilling to cooperate. I'm really sorry. I can't save you either."
Then he said lightly to several other monks: "Since he refuses to cooperate, just kill him."
It seemed that killing Jiang Changkong was like killing a chicken, without any emotional fluctuations at all.
This shows how cold-blooded this person is.
When the five monks heard this, their eyes lit up.
They were all sure that Jiang Changkong had an opportunity below, and if they killed him, they would definitely get the treasures on him!
Each one made a hand seal, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the long sword behind them suddenly came out of its sheath, making a heart-shaking sound.
Murderous intent instantly enveloped Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong also sighed slightly and said: "It's true that if you do evil by God, you can still forgive it, but if you do it by yourself, you can't live."
He was no longer prepared to conflict with these monks. He tried to speak politely and keep his posture low, but they didn't appreciate it and insisted on running towards death. He couldn't stop them at all.
As he spoke, the sword was unsheathed.
Clang!
There was a sound of sword sound.
The long sword was swung——
Peach Blossom Kill!
