At night.

The night is particularly bright in the world of yellow sand, and the stars in the night sky make the mountain brighter.

The person walking in the sea of ​​swords was already sweating profusely, his whole body was flooded with various sword intents, his body was covered in blood, and his bloody footprints were taken one by one.

The young man who was facing the challenge along the stairs did not let out a muffled groan even though he was bleeding on his body. There was no trace of fear in his eyes. There was only one thought in his heart, that is, his sword must not be lost to the sword of his predecessors.

The sword intent changed from the original identity of the challenger to the challenger. There was only one reason for identity exchange, that is, his growth was too fast.

In his body, the sword intent was constantly challenged by external sword intent, and it was also covered in scars. The originally strong sword intent was broken, chopped, crushed, and then reorganized again.

The tortures are endless. As long as he does not retreat, he will continue. He wanders between life and death, constantly improves, and seeks the Tao and the sword.

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

The two of Jingfengting, who were waiting halfway up the mountain, became uneasy from expectation because Zhang Kaifeng had been there for too long.

"How long has it been since sir?" Jing Fengting asked uneasily.

Cao Yueqiu's face was solemn: "It's been two days and two nights!"

Jingfengting's beauty changed: "Have anyone ever been to the top?"

"Do I know what I know about the martial arts world today? Does your husband want to reach the highest point?" Cao Yueqiu's face changed drastically.

"Is there any danger?" Jing Fengting became worried.

Cao Yueqiu nodded and said, "It's not just danger. The most popular swordsmen in the world who have been able to climb the mountain in history are all the strongest swordsmen in the world today. You should have experienced the sword intent they left behind in person along the way!"

Jing Fengting hurriedly said, "Sir, I have to go up too."

Cao Yueqiu grabbed her hand and said, "Do you want to die?"

"I don't care. In short, sir can't be in danger." Jing Fengting was anxious: "Let go."

"I won't let it go." Cao Yueqiu looked firm.

Jingfengting's jade face suddenly became cold: "Don't force me to kill you!"

"Even if you kill me, I will not let go. Watching you go to die, I will not agree to die." Cao Yueqiu did not give in, and then sighed: "Have you forgotten what your husband said to you when he went up the mountain? Why don't you think that if he was not sure, he would not go up the mountain. Besides, he hasn't come down yet, which does not mean that he is in danger. It only means that your husband's strength is too high."

"What you said is true?" Jing Fengting's face relaxed a little.

"You sit down first." Cao Yueqiu nodded.

Seeing that Jing Fengting's mood had recovered a little, Cao Yueqiu said: "You are concerned about it. With your husband's swordsmanship, even if you can't get through, you will not force yourself. Instead, you practice quietly. It is impossible for the martial artist to be in seclusion for ten or half years. If you rashly go up and disturb your husband, the consequences may be worse, so we will still wait here."

"Besides, the news that your husband has come here must not be hidden. You must be prepared to hate war. It would be better to have a little more strength at that time." Cao Yueqiu said.

Jing Fengting thought about it and felt right, and said, "That's all I can do!"

Cao Yueqiu breathed a sigh of relief in secret. Fortunately, she finally calmed down, otherwise he would have followed him to die. He looked at the rich sword energy on the mountain road, and he was frightened all the way, and it was already his limit to reaching this place.

Fortunately, I didn't succeed in stealing the wizard in the desert in vain. I followed the two people, and my face was not red and my heart was not beating. Now I can do it. I just hope that the person will retreat and not have any trouble, otherwise his life will be very lingering.

As a result, after a few more days, there was still no movement on the quality mountain road.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the mountain road, had already gone up again and finally reached the peak.

The bloody man came to the top, and the most shocking scene was the sight.

This is the peak of Tianduan Mountain, and there is another cave above the peak. In front of you are a group of people who have died cross-legged in the rich sword energy. Their bodies are immortal, and even if they are dead, they still maintain their appearance in their lifetime.

Among them are men and women, old and young, and many age groups. Zhang Kaifeng counted carefully. There were hundreds of people. All of them were swordsmen in Jiandao. Looking at their clothes, they all came from different eras. They all came to this place to pursue the realm of Jiandao, but they all failed. Some people chose this place as a grave because they had no hope of breaking through, which brought together into such a strong sword mountain.

No wonder there is a saying in the Demon Sword Path to describe this Tianduan Mountain "is a sword tomb and a destination."

After Zhang Kaifeng reached the top, he was full of sword intent. After seeing these people, I was not afraid of them. The light flashed in his eyes. The failure of others does not mean that he will fail. He chose to come here to succeed and become the strongest.

After thinking about it, I chose a place to sit cross-legged and practice with my eyes closed.

He let go of the sword intent of protecting his body and let the sword energy around him pour into his body. Zhang Kaifeng, who had a strong will, could not help but groan. The sword energy would be too fierce. If he hadn't used the sword energy of Jianshan's sword energy to temper his body and sword intent in the past few days, he would have been torn to pieces by the sword energy here.

Such actions seemed to anger the many sword intents sleeping here. All of them were Jiandaoku. In the face of the challenges of later generations, they took action without hesitation. The sword energy surged, and sword intent condensed into sword energy and slashed towards him.

The sharp sword energy was full of various colors, like a knife or a gun... and so on, like heavy rain pouring down. In a trance, each sword energy was chopped down, as if he could see how charmed he had in his lifetime. His outstanding sword skills stood at the top of the sword art, and they were also an ancient history of sword art. The paintings were magnificent, overwhelming and displayed in front of him.

With infinite sword energy in hand, Zhang Kaifeng resisted alone, his head was covered with white hair, his clothes had long been torn to pieces by the sword energy, and his bronze body shone brightly. Even if the bones and tendons were broken, they could be repaired quickly. This was caused by his strong qi and blood after entering the realm of Return to the Void.

After reaching the top, the sword intent was condensed and formed. This was the soul of the martial artist who was pursuing the three flowers when they gathered together. The face of the villain who had just condensed was not clear yet. He stood in front of his eyebrows, looked down on the world, and refused to surrender to the body, and accepted the baptism and tempering of the sword sea. The bronze-colored peerless holy demon sword has been passed down for several generations, and Zhang Kaifeng didn't know what metal it was made of. The long sword was placed on his knees, and received the reforging of the sword sea, and was tempered like the Jiuzhou ancestral weapon. It was never broken, and the stronger and immortal.

Zhang Kaifeng was in the sword energy in the sky, and every inch of his body was flashing, bathing in endless sword energy, and every time he exhaled, he sprayed out his sword energy. He wanted to temper his immortal body, baptize the soul, and refine the sword that achieved the sword with him through thousands of flocks and hundreds of exercises. Although he could resist at this time, he did not dare to relax, because the real terror was still behind.
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