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Chapter 904 Jiusheng Swordsmanship

In just the past three days, Ling Feiyu met Zhang Ruochen again. However, Zhang Ruochen is different now, and his cultivation has reached the peak of a first-level half-saint.

Even Ling Feiyu, who was knowledgeable, was quite surprised.

"The level of cultivation is so fast. Even if you refine divine blood, it is impossible for you to break through from the early stage of the first-level half-saint to the peak of the first-level half-saint within three days. Could it be that the seniors from the Taotian Sword lineage used some taboo secret techniques to forcibly improve your cultivation to such a level?" Ling Feiyu asked in confusion.

If you can reach the semi-saint realm, you must be a person with strong physique and amazing ordinary people. Which one is mediocre?

Why does it take Zhang Ruochen only three days to reach a state that others take one year or even ten years?

Zhang Ruochen lifted the ancient sword of Chen Yuan in his hand and smiled: "Whether it is the early stage of the first-level half-saint or the peak of the first-level half-saint, it is still the same in front of the Feiyu Sword Saint? The younger generation came this time just to see how powerful the sword technique the senior used with all his strength?"

Ling Feiyu obviously expected Zhang Ruochen's intention and said, "You have only been practicing for three days, and your heart has expanded a lot. First, hand over ten drops of divine blood to this saint, and this saint can give you guidance once."

Zhang Ruochen had already prepared ten drops of divine blood and immediately rushed over.

Ling Feiyu took ten drops of divine blood, walked out of the cave with steady steps, and led Zhang Ruochen toward a bamboo forest.

In this Zhujie Mountain, there are endless green tung lingering bamboos, which are countless millions of acres. As the mountains rise and fall, they also form wave-like shapes, just like a vast bamboo sea.

The breeze blows, the bamboos sway, and the leaves collide with each other, making a "rustling" sound.

Ling Feiyu flew above the bamboo forest, stepping on the blue sea of ​​bamboo under his feet, and appeared in a slightly flat position.

"Wow!"

With a wave of her sleeve, she beat a white jade talisman the size of a palm and floated in the air.

Immediately afterwards, dense inscriptions rushed out from the white jade talisman and spread out in all directions, completely covering the space above the bamboo sea in six directions.

A huge red fireball rushed over from a distance, stopped above the bamboo sea, and condensed into a handsome figure, which was the heroic Zhang Ruochen.

Ling Feiyu and Zhang Ruochen stood opposite each other, thirty feet apart. Before they could take action, the sword intent on both sides fought against each other.

Both sword intents are quite powerful.

Influenced by the sword intent, all the bamboo leaves at the sea of ​​bamboo below stood up, pointing to the two people above like a sword.

Ling Feiyu said: "This saint will suppress the realm to the peak of the first-level half-saint. Are you ready?"

"Let's take action!"

Zhang Ruochen's expression was serious, and he completely released his mental power and space domain, covering this area.

Even if Ling Feiyu's breath has a slight change, he can't hide it from Zhang Ruochen's perception.

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that although Ling Feiyu was in the same realm as him, the other party's understanding of the holy path and the sword path had reached its peak.

If Ling Feiyu had all his strength, it would be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to block a move.

Even so, you have to fight.

"Swish."
Chapter completed!
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