The guardian of Jiange has unfathomable cultivation, which puts extremely tremendous pressure on Zhang Ruochen. Beads of sweat kept pouring out of their pores, making their back soaked.

If his identity is exposed, with his cultivation level, it is impossible for him to escape from Jiange alive.

Who would have expected that there was such a terrible existence in Jiange?

The old woman in red stared at Zhang Ruochen, nodded, and said meaningfully: "There are many secrets hidden in this disciple of Liangyi Sect."

The Sword Saint of Burial Moon thought that the old woman in red was referring to the inheritance of the Thousand Bone Empress, so she didn't take it seriously and said, "Lin Yue can be regarded as the first sword-doctrine genius of the Liangyi Sect since the Middle Ages. His own luck is also extraordinary and he has received some adventures."

"Well. Since Liangyi Sect made such a decision, let him try it. Anyway, from ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to see the words on the wordless sword score in the Yulong Realm."

The old woman in red turned around and walked towards the distance.

Her steps seemed slow, but after just four or five steps, she completely disappeared from Zhang Ruochen's sight.

The sword saint in the direction of the old woman in red, bowed to the direction of the red-clothed woman leaving, and said to Zhang Ruochen: "Lin Yue, Grandma Haitang is the guardian of the sword pedestal, and her achievements in sword trajectory are far more than that of this saint. At the beginning, it was her guidance that this saint could successfully practice Sword Seven and be named Sword Saint in one fell swoop. In the future, if you meet her, you must be more respectful to her."

"Thank you for the reminder of the Sword Saint." Zhang Ruochen said.

The seventh floor of Jiange is a very flat and vast world. Even if there are mountains, they are just short hills. However, the center of the seventh floor is a reddish-brown stone mountain.

The mountain is quite steep, with cliffs on all sides, reaching more than 20,000 meters high. It directly rises into the clouds, like a huge stone sword standing in the center of the world.

Standing below the stone mountain, the Burial Moon Sword Saint looked upwards, his eyes were quite serious and full of awe, and said, "This is the wordless sword score, also known as the "wordless sword mountain". People who have insufficient realm can only feel the huge sword intent radiating from the mountain, and they cannot see any words or patterns at all."

Zhang Ruochen had already felt the huge sword aura. Looking up, he could even see the sword aura gathered into a river, flying around the wordless sword mountain, making a "wavering" sound.

He never expected that the legendary wordless sword score was not a book, but a stone mountain.

The Jianyue Sword Saint said: "The time flow of the seventh level of the Sword Pavilion is somewhat different from that of the outside world. If you practice here for eight days, the outside world will have only one day passed. The next time, you will rely on your own meditation. In half a year, this Saint will pick you up again."

In Jiange, the time flow of each layer is different. The higher the upward, the greater the proportion of time.

Because the time flows on the seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion is too fast, except for retreat, the Sword Saint of Burial Moon dares not stay here. Staying here is no different from suicide, and he consumes his life every moment.

After the Zangyue Sword Saint left, Zhang Ruochen walked towards Wuzi Jianshan, stretched out a hand, and carefully touched the hard stone wall below Jianshan.

Then, he released his huge amount of mental power, turned into light spots, released from the palm of his hand, preparing to explore the Wuzi Jianshan.

"Wow!"

As soon as his mental power touched the Wuzi Jianshan, he was immediately defeated by a powerful sword force and dissipated invisibly.

Zhang Ruochen let out a muffled groan, immediately withdrew his palm, and took more than ten steps back.

"What a powerful sword mountain without words. With my current 45th level mental power, I am like an ant in front of it."

Zhang Ruochen felt a little more awe of Jianshan without words in his heart.

You should know that the origins of the sword techniques and sword techniques in the entire Kunlun Realm will eventually be traced back to the body of Wuzi Jianshan.

It's really hard to guess. How could such a sword mountain containing endless swordsmanship appear in Kunlun Realm for no reason?

Who created it?

"It is said that you must reach the realm of a saint in order to see the words and graphics from the Wuzi Jianshan. Is this really the case?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little disbelief, so he sat cross-legged under the sword mountain without words, adjusted his mind, mobilized the sword intent, and began to observe and comprehend with all his concentration.

The monk's ability to understand swordsman ultimately depends on the level of swordsmanship.

Although Zhang Ruochen only has the cultivation level of the Fish and Dragon Realm, his sword realm still reaches the advanced level of the clear sword heart, which is even more sophisticated than the realm of some saints.

Moreover, his mental strength reached level 45, which was stronger than the mental power of many saints.

Therefore, although his realm is still very low, he may not have no chance to see the words on the Wuzi Jianshan.

Time flies, and before we know it, a month has passed.

For a whole month, Zhang Ruochen changed his position seven times in a row, but he still got nothing.

There are only stone mountains, stone walls, and some strange patterns in front of him, and there is no word or sword technique at all.

"Is it really because my level is too low?"

Zhang Ruochen was quite unwilling to accept it and tried hard to suppress the impetuousness in his heart. He no longer thought about the sword competition, nor did he think about the great perfection of sword 2.

He even closed his eyes and stopped deliberately watching Wuzi Jianshan.

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen's state of mind became more and more simple, and all the impurities were cleared out, leaving only the pursuit of swordsmanship.

This state has been maintained for three months.

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes again, but found that the whole world had become very dark, and the surroundings were quite empty, and there was an endless universe.

“Where is this?”

His eyes looked into the distance and saw a colorful nebula appearing in front of him, taking the form of a sword, which looked very magnificent.

That nebula is gathered by billions of stars.

Zhang Ruochen used his body technique and rushed towards the horizon. However, the distance between him and the nebula was too far away. No matter how fast he used to fly, it was no different from standing still.

Just here, three huge galaxies flew out from Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, entangled and rotated each other, rushed out quickly, and soon connected to the "sword"-shaped nebula.

At the same time, on the seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged below the Wuzi Jianshan Mountain. Three sword intents of the ancestor flew out from his eyebrows and turned into three long rivers of sword intents, completely wrapping the entire Wuzi Jianshan Mountain.

"Wow!"

The wordless sword mountain has undergone a mutated change. On its surface, golden words appear, wrapping the mountain and emitting brilliant light.

Every word turns into a golden little man the size of a palm, holding a sword and dancing fast.

After the golden little man danced a sword technique, he immediately turned into a golden dot of light, and rushed into Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows along the long river of three sword intents.

Each light spot represents a mysterious sword technique.

The dense and dense light spots are like stars in the universe, rushing into Zhang Ruochen's body continuously.

The old woman in red naturally noticed the huge changes in the wordless sword mountain. She flashed and appeared not far from Zhang Ruochen.

Her old eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen and said to herself: "It turns out that the sword intent left by the three of them actually gathered on the same person. It's really interesting."

In a blink of an eye, the three ancestors' sword intents retreated from the Wuzi Sword Mountain, rotated around Zhang Ruochen's body, and rushed into his body, forming a huge vortex.

When the vortex completely disappeared, Zhang Ruochen slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

His eyes stared at the surroundings, and he always felt that everything in front of him was quite unfamiliar. It took a quarter of an hour before he realized that he had been on the seventh floor of Jiange.

"How do I remember that just now, I have been practicing in the starry sky for twenty years and learned three thousand sword techniques?"

No wonder Zhang Ruochen was slow to react, because, influenced by the sword intent of the three ancestors and the wordless sword mountain, he had been practicing sword techniques in the starry sky in his consciousness, and it had been twenty years.

Moreover, he has practiced all three thousand sword techniques to great success, including human-level sword techniques, spiritual-level sword techniques, and unfathomable ghost-level sword techniques.

If a person does not sleep and practices swords for twenty years in a row, it will definitely take a long time to adapt to the world again.

"Huh."

Zhang Ruochen was surprised to see that in the sea of ​​qi, the three ancestors' sword intents completely disappeared.

Not only that, even the heart of sword intent disappeared without a trace.

"How could this happen?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Footsteps sounded.

The old woman in red staggered and walked from a distance, and said hoarsely: "Young man, don't be so panicked. Your swordsmanship has reached the state of "unity of man and sword". The sword intent heart does not disappear, but is completely integrated with your body, mental power, and martial soul."

"Man and sword unity? According to legend, only the sword saint can reach the realm."

Zhang Ruochen clearly remembered that he was only at the level of high-level sword heart and had not reached the peak of the sword heart and had not yet reached the peak of high-level sword heart. How could he suddenly reach the sky in one step and reach the unity of man and sword?

Even with Zhang Ruochen's state of mind, he could not maintain peace.

How could a cultivator in the Fish and Dragon Realm cultivate to the level that the sword saint can reach? Could it be... he has really practiced in the Sword Pavilion for twenty years?

Zhang Ruochen quickly stood up, bowed to the old woman in red, and said, "Grandma Haitang, how long has the disciple been practicing in Jiange?"

"You are very confused?" asked the old woman in red.

"The disciple is indeed quite confused." Zhang Ruochen said the truth.

The old woman in red said, "As the descendant of time and space, if she does not have a clear understanding of time, she will never be able to control time and eventually she will lose herself."

"So... the mother-in-law has long seen through the identity of the disciple." Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, and the tension and pressure in his heart were much less.

The old woman in red seemed very calm and said, "What is your identity? It is not important to the old man at all. However, if you can obtain the sword intent of the ancestor of the Three Dao Liangyi Sect, you will have some connection with the old man, so you can help you."

"First, you have been practicing in the Sword Pavilion for less than half a year. The reason why you have been practicing for decades is that when you merged with the sword intent of the three ancestors, you were influenced by the Wuzi Jianshan. Sit down first and talk slowly."
Chapter completed!