"Junior Brother Bai, have you entered the early stage of Tailing Realm?"

"So amazing, I completed the breakthrough overnight!"

"I heard... Tianfeng Saint Fairy Qingyin gave you the Canglong Soul, the number one in the West Lake Sword Competition? Brother Bai, you are really amazing. You have a close relationship with Fairy Qingyin..."

As soon as I returned to the Tianzhuyuan, I was immediately surrounded by a group of senior brothers and sisters. I couldn't get rid of it. I could only answer their questions with a smile and avoided the most.

At this moment, a misty voice came from the main hall, which was the voice of Master Zhuge Ming: "Bai Zhan, come over and bring wine to Master."

I immediately respectfully went to the hall where Zhuge Ming was and took the wine gourd from him.

He looked a little sad and said, "Disciple, this is probably the last time you have given your master a drink."

"Why?" I was stunned.

He stood in the clouds and mist, with a fairy-like slight smile and said, "After this time, Master will teach you the last move of the Wushuang Nine Swords. After that, there is nothing to teach you anymore. Just go to the Holy Palace to report. I think that little girl Lin Muzhao must have prepared everything and paved the way for you in the White Deer Palace."

I frowned and said, "A teacher for one day and a teacher for life. Disciples can still drink wine for their masters in the future, just like Senior Sister Mu Zhao gave wine to his master."

"Yeah?"

Zhuge Ming suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, okay, with you, Master will not accept you as a disciple in vain. Take your Master's wine gourd, go!"

"good."

After returning from the drink, Zhuge Ming began to teach the last move of the Wushuang Nine Swords.

...

In the world inside the main hall, a scene of wind, sword and frost, and lightning and thunder suddenly emerged. Zhuge Ming stood on the lonely peak, his robe moved with the wind, as if a small boat in the deep sea tide, which could be swallowed by a powerful aura at any time. However, the moment he opened his eyes, an intent of an empty sword swept around him, and he began to swing his sword. Every time he waved it, it was a swing containing the deep sword path. Snow-white sword intents lie across the sky and mountains and rivers, with the momentum to suppress everything.

Riding the wind and waves and competing with the power of the sky, Zhuge Ming's body emitted bright golden light, and he entered a state of transcendence.

I was fascinated by the view. Although Zhuge Ming did not practice any specific moves, this sword art artistic conception was fascinating. He had the unparalleled aura that could not change the world without end. In this state, I had the power to fight against any level of strong people, and had already deduced the sword art to an extreme level.

The moment Zhuge Ming collected the sword, he asked with a smile: "Disciple, how much do you understand?"

"Not 10%." I answered honestly.

"That's not bad."

He pondered and said, "Every move of the Wushuang Nine Swords is a kingly art. Only this last move, as long as you practice, can be comparable to the emperor-level sword technique. Only some peerless semi-saint realm powerhouses can be trained. If you practice it, plus your talent, you may be able to fight the semi-saint powerhouses in the Tailing Realm or even the Yuanling Realm."

"What's the name of this pose?"

"Thousands of tempering."

Zhuge Ming was a little proud and smiled: "Only after thousands of hammers and training can you enter the supreme realm of swordsmanship. Once you have mastered it and entered the realm of thousands of hammers and training, your perception, response, and insight will be greatly improved. Just like the heart of the sword is clear, hammers and training is another way that allows you to surpass the realm and challenge strong enemies."

As he said, he said meaningfully: "However, you cannot just challenge a strong enemy. You need to remember that the truth is easy to break, but the love is deep but not long-lasting."

I was shocked: "Master also knows whether love is deep or not?"

He stroked his beard: "Master is a person who has experienced it. Naturally, I understand, how can you understand Master's realm? Go and practice quickly. Don't spend too much time on Li Qingyin, Lin Muzhao, and Dan Tai Yao, and don't break your Yuanyang body and damage the Taoist practice of Wushuang Nine Swords. Remember."

My mouth twitched for a moment and said, "Disciple, please remember Master's teachings, please rest assured."

"Go."

...

Return to the room, enter the world of God's Leaf immediately, and deduce the mystery of the sword-track rules in the spiritual ruins. Since it is a sword, I believe that the rules of sword-tracking must be evolved from it to enrich my sword-tracking heart, so that I can have the opportunity to break through the clear sword-tracking heart and reach a higher level of sword-tracking.

It took nearly a month to finally deduce the sword rules that have been trained for thousands of times, and practice this move to the level of small success.

After that, I did not rush to practice the Unparalleled Nine Swords, but began to comprehend the five ancient sword spirit wills obtained in the West Lake Sword Contest. The rules and directions of these five wills are very different. Once I fully comprehend it, it will be of great benefit to my swordsmanship.

Among them, the direction of one rule is the spatial rules. Once you comprehend successfully, you will gain speed that surpasses the geniuses of the same generation, as well as the swordsmanship about spatial rules.

The will of the second sword spirit controls time. This is similar to Su Yan's time mastery talent. This is the ancient sword spirit that has perfectly integrated time and sword art.

The third sword spirit will dominates luck.

The fourth sword spirit will dominate the universe.

The fifth sword spirit will dominates the cycle of reincarnation.

I can still comprehend and understand the first two paths, but it is difficult for the last three paths. I have no idea if I sit down and comprehend for many days. Obviously, it is my level of swordsmanship, and my realm is too low, and it is not enough to have the threshold and qualification to comprehend.

Those who can master this kind of swordsmanship are the sages of ancient times. In this life, any of them is a hegemonic existence. Maybe they can be conferred a god in the upper realm. How could their unique skills be understood in a short while?

...

As a result, it took nearly a month to stay in seclusion in the Divine Leaf World for nearly a year, and refined nearly one hundred drops of fifth-level wild beast spirit liquid. It has improved its strength to the peak of the early stage of Tailing Realm. It is only one step away from breaking through to enter the middle stage of Tailing Realm. The level of sword art has also greatly improved. It is deduced from the will of that space sword spirit to deduce the incomplete ancient space rules, and it is achieved that it is possible to break the boundary and draw a sword. It is not impossible to kill enemies thousands of feet away from the air with one sword. This move was named "Breaking the Realm Slash" by me. It is a surprise attack, and it will definitely have unexpected effects at critical moments.

As for the ability derived from the will of the time sword spirit, it is similar to time stopping. It is a time mastery ability, integrating the rules of the upper realm, and can barely slow down time within ten feet, named "Time Stagnation", but it has never been used against the enemy, and I don't know how the effect is. Anyway, it is a trump card.

When dusk fell, I walked out of the world of Shenye and did not rush to go to Bailu Palace to worship the master's sect. I wanted to challenge the Jianzhong Tianzhu again.

Holding the Immortal Bone Sword, his figure was lonely.

Entering the fourth floor of the sword tomb Heavenly Prison, the scent of the ghost came to his face, and the figures of Hua Qing, Tibetan Jian, Hunchback King and others appeared one by one, looking at me one by one, with awe and resentment in their eyes.

"Why did this kid's aura become so calm in a few days? Could it be that there is a new breakthrough in the kendo level?"

"I don't think so, he doesn't have the natural feeling of unity of sword hearts. He should still be at the perfection of sword hearts. However... the momentum has indeed increased a lot, and I'm afraid it won't be too far from breaking through sword hearts."

"It's so angry. This kid is approaching the brink of unity of sword hearts at such a young age. We have been practicing hard for a lifetime and staying at the clear sword hearts. How unfair the way of heaven is to us!"

I ignored them and stepped straight into the fifth floor.

The fifth floor of the sword tomb, a place called "forbidden land" by Senior Sister Mu Zhao, must not step in unless you have absolute confidence in yourself, because the strength of the sword cultivator Yinling on the fifth floor of the sword tomb is far better than that on the fourth floor. They are all "ancient monsters" whose strength has reached the early stage of the Yuanling Realm and the early stage of the sword-heart integration. There are countless geniuses among the disciples of Bailu Academy who have fallen on the fifth floor. Even the saints have fallen on this floor. It is easy to imagine how terrible this floor is.

The moment I stepped into the fifth floor, the strong dead air, resentment, and yin air rushed over, a feeling of moisture, and thick fog covered the earth. When I opened the sword-divine sky eye, I saw that the ground was full of corpses and ancient swords inserted there obliquely, and a rotten aura that made the heart trembled and covered the surroundings. What made people even more frightened was the violent and strong murderous intent.

On the fifth floor, the ancient "major evil" buried!

"There are fresh flesh and blood to die again."

A sharp voice came from the mist, and then a thin ghost appeared. With a "kneel", he pulled out a black ancient sword from the ground. His whole body was covered with rag strips, which were decayed. His blood-red eyes were filled with strong murderous aura and said, "Boy, who are you? No one has been here for a long time."

"Tianzhuyuan, Baizhang."

"Tsk tsk?"

He tilted his head and looked at me with a grin on his lips, saying, "If I remember correctly, there has been no disciple of Tianzhuyuan for seventy years that he has been able to reach this level. All he can come is the best among the disciples of the Holy Palace, or some so-called saints and the like. But since you can get here, I don't mind accompanying you for a few moves."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Ghost-faced Hong Jiu!"

His voice was sharp and his face was ferocious, so the name was not wrong.

I frowned. The name looks familiar. There are records about this person in a book I seem to have read in the Sutra Library. He is a person who has existed before middle age. He has lived for nearly five hundred years and has done everything he has done. It is said that he also built a violent country, which is also a founding king, but in the end he fell into this situation.

"Come on, let me see how powerful the kendo masters were before the Middle Ages." I said.

"Okay, okay, satisfy you."
Chapter completed!