Time flies.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the top of Jianshan for a full half month. The light on his body gradually dimmed, and he retracted it into his body and was refined into the seven souls by him.

All the seven souls became concrete, turning into seven extremely bright swords, suspended above the sky that reached the sky in the sea of ​​Qi.

"It's done!"

Zhang Ruochen stood up, his figure as bright as jade, and his long hair was swaying in the water. Suddenly, his heart moved and he called the ancient sword Shenyuan who was traveling with thousands of swords back to his hand.

"Swish."

On the stone tablet next to the ancient well, he engraved several lines of words:

"Today, I will obtain the sword spirit of the sword ancestor, and in the future, I will definitely reach the top of the sword path, carry forward the sword path, and the spirit of the sword path will be immortal."

"If darkness comes again, I must be the one who is ahead."

Zhang Ruochen held up his sword and stood proudly.

Flying in the water, countless swords seemed to feel the will on his body, and they flew over and inserted them on the sword mountain. Some of the swords exuded divine light. After endless years, the divine nature on the sword was not wiped out.

Zhang Ruochen looked down at the tombstones below and couldn't help but think in his mind that the incomplete swordsmanship can be included in one of the seventy-two supreme holy paths. If the complete swordsmanship is born, is he qualified to be on par with the nine eternal paths?

At least the tactics can be parallel.

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Chapter completed!