Zhang Ruochen disheveled his hair, grabbed the ancient sword of Chenyuan, stood up staggeringly, looked at the tombstones and dense hanging swords in the air, and said, "Come on, kill me, I have no fear."

"Swish."

A series of swords turned into light rain and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen.

From a distance, it seems like a huge sword rain whirlpool appeared.

The center of the vortex is Zhang Ruochen.

"war!"

Zhang Ruochen kept swinging out the abyss and slashing the sword that was stabbed.

But there are too many swords that cannot be stopped.

In an instant, his chest and abdomen burst, his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs all turned into blood mist. Even if his body's recovery ability was strong, it could not be reversed.

No matter how strong the physical defense is, it cannot withstand it.

The legs burst, the arms burst, the head burst...

Zhang Ruochen's body was completely destroyed and turned into a ball of blood mist, and died even more thoroughly than the last time he was attacked by the army of the Hell Realm in Kunlun Realm.

Last time, at least one skeleton was left.

This time, the corpse was gone.

After killing Zhang Ruochen, the swords flew back to the tomb one after another.

Ale half-kneeled on the ground, holding the iron sword with his hands, but he did not fall down. Tears like blood flowed out of his resolute and cold eyes. The pain in his heart at this moment was far better than when the holy soul was killed.

In the distance, the Cairo earth master who saw this scene burst into laughter excitedly.

How could such a bizarre thing happen in the world?

Countless monks in the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm, Zhang Ruochen, who was determined to kill, actually died in this tomb forest and under his oath.

OK, very good.

He has completed the mission by seeing Zhang Ruochen die with his own eyes.

Suddenly, Ale keenly noticed that not far away, there was a faint vitality in the congested blood mist.

"Wow—"

The blood mist fluctuated and turned into a huge blood cocoon that was rotating rapidly.

Vitality is getting stronger and stronger.

The blood cocoon quickly contracted and condensed into a heroic figure. The flesh and blood body was intact, the star universe was contained in the pupils, the eyebrows were like the tip of the magic sword, the arms were as smooth as jade, but there were muscle lines.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the sword sounded.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan flew into his hands.

Zhang Ruochen had a little confused in his eyes. He looked at the sword in his hand, looked inward and finally understood a lot.

Wan Jian didn't seem to want to kill him, so it seemed that the sword energy was scattered, but in fact it only cut off his body and did not hurt his qi sea, holy soul, and mental power.

Otherwise, even if he has refined the white blood soil, he will not be able to recover.

Not only that, after slashing the ten thousand swords, it seemed to be helping him practice, cutting away some bad substances in his body, and leaving him with some secrets of swordsmanship that he had never touched before.

For example, the Yan Shen leg that Moon God helped him fuse, most of the matter that belonged to Yan Shen was cut off by ten thousand swords, leaving only 100 million flame divine patterns and some divine substances.

In the past, Zhang Ruochen's body of a demigod was already very powerful, but he was like a fat man with only one body. He could not use his body to fight against the demigods and even could not fight against the supreme body of the great saint of the supreme realm.

However, the power of Wan Jian helped him cut off the bad things in the body of the demigod, making his body of the demigod stronger and more refined.

In addition, impurities in the holy soul and mental power are also removed.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt like he was walking out of the mud, and he couldn't express his ease and pleasure, and wanted to fly away.

"Thank you for your help, seniors."

Zhang Ruochen bowed and bowed to all directions.

Although I don’t know why the ten thousand swords buried in the tomb helped him, this is indeed a huge help to him who wants to condense the soul of the Heavenly Sword and practice the third-grade sword Taoist holy will.

Just like the swordsmanship of ancient times, they worked together to cleanse his marrow and build the foundation.

The Cairo earth master standing on the edge of the Kendo Tomb Forest lost his smile on his face, stunned, and almost collapsed. How could this happen?

It has been broken into blood mist, but it can still survive again.

There was not much between Zhang Ruochen and Ale, but they just looked at each other and smiled.

Then, Ale grabbed the iron sword and set out on the way back.

Zhang Ruochen raised his sword and moved forward and continued to head towards Jianshan.

"The sword comes out."

Zhang Ruochen raised his hand and all the more than 200 million sword rules in his body flew out.

The rules of kendo have undergone tremendous changes. If it were before, they would be just golden needles. But now, the golden needles have been cast outlines and turned into small swords.

Every sword rule is a sword.

This is the strongest state of the kendo rules!

With such swordsmanship rules, Zhang Ruochen has actually been like a sword cultivator who has cultivated the Heavenly Sword Soul, and can directly kill the opponent's holy path rules.

Destroy his cultivation and kill his way.

If you have not experienced the ten thousand sword clones, with Zhang Ruochen's sword cultivation, it will be difficult to complete this path.

But now, Zhang Ruochen's swordsmanship has risen sharply, and he has only taken half a day to pass through the swordsmanship tomb forest and come to the bottom of the swordsmanship.

Looking from behind, there were tombstones, as if thousands of troops could not see the end, and like ancient sword saints with holy swords carrying holy swords standing in front of them.

That sword mountain is their commander.

Every tombstone and every sword should have a story!

Some are singing and motivating, some are compassionate, some are swords and some are in the world, some are grievances...

Perhaps it was the masters of those swords that were immortal and telling their past one by one. Or perhaps it was the previous ten thousand swords that gave him his sword spirit.

Uncontrollably, Zhang Ruochen felt extremely sad, as if he could feel the same way, tears flowing in his eyes, heartbroken.

This inexplicable emotion lasted for a long time before Zhang Ruochen came out and said, "Seniors don't have to be sad. The sword art has never declined or perished. The heart of the sword art will last forever in the world."

Zhang Ruochen bowed to them again, then turned around and looked at the towering sword mountain.

I saw several lines of ancient words on the dark cliff.

It is a text that Zhang Ruochen had never seen before.

The strokes of each character are like a wonderful sword move, interpreting the truth of swordsmanship.

For some reason, Zhang Ruochen actually understood the text above:

"I am the master of the sword world, the ancestor of the sword path, and at the time of the superb universe, I have three thousand sword gods and billions of sword saints under my seat. The sword's edge points to everything, and it is scattered across the world and bows its head in all worlds."

"However, darkness came, and ten thousand swords were broken at the same time. Three thousand sword gods could not fight, and billions of sword saints could not block them. All of them were destroyed in spirit and form."

"I am the ancestor of the sword, but I am the end of the sword. The strength of darkness is far better than the sword in my hand."

"Sad, Eternal Night of Swordsmanship."

"It's heroic, the sword path is about to perish."

Zhang Ruochen felt a strong shock in his heart, and such a powerful swordsman civilization had appeared in the world.

Three Thousand Sword Gods, billions of Sword Saints, who can stop them from the universe?

How powerful is the sword ancestor who commanded the three thousand sword gods?

What is the relationship between this "lord of the sword world and the ancestor of the sword way" and the sword ancestor in the ancient Kunlun world?

Is the sword world the current Jiannan world?

In the passage, what does the "darkness" mentioned refer to? The sword ancestor is unable to defeat him, and all the three thousand sword gods are dead?

Zhang Ruochen was full of questions and searched on the cliff, hoping to find more clues.

Continue walking forward, and on another cliff, I saw the text again:

"I am the sword ancestor, and I have the eight wonders, sword gall, sword spirit, sword soul, sword heart, sword score, sword bone, sword source, and the secret of sword Taoism."

"Today, the sword world is broken, and all living beings die. The swords are buried here. I originally wanted to go and fight the darkness to determine life and death, but I know that there is no life after death."

"If I die, the sword will surely wither."

"I thought hard for three days, and finally left my courage here and fled to the end of the world. I just hope to preserve this humiliating body, live in the world, find a great world, and continue to pass on the sword path."

"When darkness comes again, the sword will surely rush to the front, tearing apart the dark side of the creatures in the universe and seeking the final vitality."

This passage made Zhang Ruochen almost suffocate, his eyes filled with blood.

There is no doubt that the sword ancestor in Kunlun Realm was not a local cultivator in Kunlun Realm, but a fleeing after the destruction of the sword world.
To be continued...