If Zhang Ruochen heard the middle-aged Taoist priest’s name for the great man, he would definitely be quite surprised.

Tianjiao?

Could it be... the burly man in front of him, with a tiger-back and a bear-back, is Gai Tianjiao, the four beauties of Liangyi Sect?

Where can I tell that she is a beauty?

No.

It's impossible to tell that she is a woman.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's spirit was completely immersed in the sword technique and entered the artistic conception of forgetting things and self, so he had no idea of ​​the arrival of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Gai Tianjiao bowed to the middle-aged Taoist priest, then stared at Zhang Ruochen who was dancing with his sword again.

Her eyes showed an admiration and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, this person's name is Lin Yue, and he is a disciple of the Changsheng Academy. His understanding and perseverance are the only ones I have seen in my life."

"On the eve of the sword competition, it is a blessing that such an excellent swordsman genius was born in the sect."

The middle-aged Taoist priest, named Zhou Ping, is the seventh disciple of the "Burning Moon Sword Saint", one of the three sword saints in the East Region, and of course, he is also Gai Tianjiao's senior brother.

Because Gai Tianjiao is also the personal disciple of the Burial Moon Sword Saint, ranked ninth.

Zhou Ping carefully observed the sword technique used by Zhang Ruochen. His deep eyes showed a strange light and said, "It's indeed a very good sword cultivator. He should have reached the advanced level of clear sword heart. If so, how good would it be if he could appear three years earlier?"

"It's indeed a bit late. It's less than half a year since the sword competition. Even if you try your best to train it, you will probably only be able to reach the tenth level of Sword One. Compared with the sword tycoons carefully trained by Tai Chi Dao General Hall, Sixiang Sect, and Bagua Sect, there is still a big gap."

There was a hint of worry in Gai Tianjiao's eyes.

Zhou Ping sighed lightly, tapped his fingers on the purple clay teapot, and his eyes flashed with sharp light, and said, "Just do your best, it is best to be able to protect Jiange. If it cannot be preserved, we will take it back a hundred years later."

Although Zhou Ping spoke very calmly, Gai Tianjiao could hear that he was actually quite unwilling to accept it.

Not only Zhou Ping, but also no one would be willing to do so.

Jiange was originally located in the main hall of Tai Chi Dao. Five hundred years ago, the senior heroes of Liangyi Sect gave their all to the sword contest conference to defeat the main hall, Sixiang Sect and Bagua Sect, and seized the ownership of Jiange.

If Jiange was lost in their generation, how could they be worthy of the heroes of the sects from all generations?

Suddenly, Zhou Ping let out a light ejaculation, and his eyes staring at Zhang Ruochen became more eager, and he said, "How come the sword intent on this kid is getting stronger and stronger? Even with the help of Shengquan, the sword intent cannot grow so fast."

Gai Tianjiao also noticed it, and a bold guess arose in his heart, saying: "It is said that at the coronation ceremony of the Holy Disciple, he obtained a total of three sword intents of the ancestors."

"Could it be that he is using the sword intent of the ancestor and the power of the Holy Spring to rush to the tenth level of the Great Perfection of Sword One?"

"If this is true, then..."

Zhou Ping and Gai Tianjiao looked at each other, and their faces showed ecstasy expressions.

If so, Lin Yue could now practice Jianyi to the Great Perfection Realm, it would indeed be a ray of dawn for the Liangyi Sect.

Zhang Ruochen had already surrendered the Eight Gourd Holy Spring, and the sword intent on his body grew rapidly. The growth rate had exceeded several times the normal level. Every moment it was like a sword intent exploded in his body.

Zhang Ruochen conquered the ninth gourd holy spring, and immediately, his body was completely wrapped in seven-colored light.

On the contrary, the degree of his sword technique became slower.

If you look carefully, you will see a strange phenomenon.

No one can see every sword move of his, but he can't figure out how his next move will change.

After a breathing time, Zhang Ruochen only swung a sword, which was surprisingly slow, making people wonder if such a sword technique was really aggressive?

Sometimes, he would stop and stand for a long time, as if he was stunned, but he looked a little confused.

After a whole day and night, Zhang Ruochen's sword technique became slower and it was difficult to fully display a sword technique even after ten breaths.

Zhou Ping looked solemn, touched his beard with his fingers and said, "He is already on the edge of breaking through, stuck under the bottleneck, and cannot break through the past. Tianjiao, you can stimulate him for a while, maybe it will be of great help."

“Okay.”

Gai Tianjiao stretched out her left hand, and immediately a circle of flames appeared in the palm of her hand.

In the center of the circle, a red and golden holy sword appeared slowly.

The Red Gold Holy Sword was made of golden crow black iron, and it was completely integrated with Gai Tianjiao's left arm, making her arms harder than the holy weapon.

The shape of the Red Gold Holy Sword is like a whip, but it has a sharp sword tip and a sword body in the shape of bamboo shoots.

"Wow!"

The Red Gold Holy Sword had just been exposed to the air, and suddenly a hot force radiated, causing the temperature in the air to rise several times, causing subtle twists.

Gai Tianjiao was shockingly fast, and rushed out with a sword and stabbed Zhang Ruochen in the abdomen with a sword.

The sword's degree and distance sound, a deafening sound of sound boom.

Moreover, Gai Tianjiao didn't hold back at all, as if she really wanted to nail Zhang Ruochen to death with one sword.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen felt the huge danger. His hair stood up all over his body in an instant, and the movement of the true energy in his body increased tenfold.

The sword intent that had been hovering under the bottleneck was stimulated by death and immediately rushed upwards, passing through the last level of realm, reaching the tenth level of great perfection of sword 1.

Jian Yi, Dacheng.

Zhang Ruochen trembled all over, and his aura changed.

"boom!"

Zhang Ruochen did not open his eyes, but just used his instinct to hold the hilt of the sword. His body and the sword were completely integrated into one, and with a momentum that was as powerful as a sword, he turned into a sword light and rushed towards Gai Tianjiao.

"It's true that it's still exciting."

Seeing Zhang Ruochen breaking through the realm, Gai Tianjiao smiled with satisfaction, and then he dissipated his strength and took the Red Gold Holy Sword back to his left arm.

It is definitely difficult for other monks to be as comfortable as she can. Even if she collects the sword immediately, she will definitely be backfired by power. Even Zhang Ruochen's control over power is much worse than Gai Tianjiao.

Seeing Gai Tianjiao put away his sword, Zhang Ruochen couldn't regain his power.

The tip of Gu Shui Sword hit Gai Tianjiao's chest.

"Bang!"

The Gushui Sword, which is at the level of the twelfth level true martial arts treasure, did not penetrate Gai Tianjiao's body as imagined. Instead, when the sword tip collided with her body, a metal collision sounded, splashing out a large spark.

A strong masculinity, hotter than the flames, surged out of Gai Tianjiao's body, shaking Zhang Ruochen out.

With a bang, the Gu Shui Sword broke into two pieces.

Zhang Ruochen's right arm was bleeding, and his bones were broken into three sections, and he could not be lifted at all.

On the other hand, Gai Tianjiao was still standing there, motionless, looking at him with a faint smile, staring at him with a slight smile: "The sword you cast is still good, it can actually penetrate my body-protecting holy aura."

Even if it breaks through the body-protecting holy weapon, what's the use?

She didn't hurt her at all.

Zhang Ruochen held back the pain, looked at his right arm, looked right at the broken sword on the ground, recalling the powerful power just now, he was quite shocked and said, "Are you really not a semi-saint?"

You must know that Zhang Ruochen has already practiced the sword to the Great Perfection and used it with all his strength. Even the holy body of the ninth transformation of the fish and dragon will probably be quite afraid of it.

Such a powerful sword hit the man opposite, but it could not hurt him at all.

On the contrary, Zhang Ruochen suffered a considerable injury, and the bones in his right arm were broken and he could not be lifted at all.

Gai Tian smiled and said, "You don't need to be so shocked. My physique is quite special. In the past ten years, I have refined seven holy weapons into my body and merged them with my blood and bones."

"Although your attack is very strong, it will be bounced back by the power of the holy weapon when it hits me."

"So that's it." Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for the semi-saint, Zhang Ruochen didn't believe it at all. Someone could break the sword he cast based on his physical strength alone.

Zhang Ruochen stopped asking more, sat cross-legged beside the Holy Spring, took healing pills, and began to recuperate his injuries.

After spending an hour, Zhang Ruochen's arm was no longer seriously injured.

The surface injuries are completely healed.

When he stood up again, he saw the big man still standing there, but the middle-aged Taoist priest who had previously left.

"Where is that senior just now?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Although Zhang Ruochen had just glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest before, he could see that the other party had cultivated a holy soul and had an astonishing aura radiating from his body. He should be a semi-saint ancestor.

Gai Tianjiao pointed at the Baishi Holy Cliff in the distance and said, "That senior is one of the sword holders in Jiange. He has already returned when you were healing. What? Do you want to go to Jiange to take a look?"

The top of the third mountain is extremely vast. In the distance, there is a three hundred feet tall white stone holy cliff, polished extremely smoothly, appearing crystal clear, emitting a full holy light.

Standing by the Holy Spring, you can feel that the White Stone Holy Cliff actually emits a powerful wave of power, making people feel awe.

On the top of the White Stone Cliff, there is a towering ancient tower.

Around the ancient tower, clouds and mist were shrouded in clouds. You can see that there are tens of thousands of swords flying around the ancient tower like light spots.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the ancient tower at the top of the Holy Cliff, showing a longing expression, and said, "That is the legendary first holy place of sword cultivator - Jiange?"

Gai Tianjiao nodded, with a light of respect in her eyes and said, "That's right."

As long as a monk who uses swords, who doesn’t want to see Jiange?
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