Ascension failed, the system took me away

The wind is cold and the sword energy is like frost.

The top of the mountain was now filled with monks, including men, women, young and old.

Many sword practitioners have begun to approach the center of sword energy.

If you want to touch the sword of inheritance, you don’t need any skills and can only rely on your own sword skills to get through it.

Most people stop before they have gone very far and find it difficult to move forward.

Some people could not withstand the erosion of the sword energy and retreated directly. Although they had no injuries on their bodies, they were somewhat depressed.

However, the kendo practitioners who stopped here relied on this extremely oppressive environment to hone their kendo skills.

They knew their own limitations and believed that they could not obtain the Sword God's sword and inheritance with their own abilities, but they could not return empty-handed.

"Big Brother, this is your first time here too, don't you want to give it a try?"

Hearing the questions from his junior brothers and sisters, Qi Chuan smiled warmly, as if basking in the spring breeze.

"Haha, I practice the art of fire, and I'm not very proficient in swordsmanship. You guys can play by yourselves. I'll go say hello to fellow Taoists from other sects."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked towards a crowded area where there were elders from various sects who had brought their disciples here.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Wanyao Sect also began to move freely.

"Let's try it too."

Wen Su returned to the body and Xiao Hao switched out.

Although they also practiced the art of alchemy in the Wanyao Sect, it was a side job and their main focus was still swordsmanship.

As for why, of course it is because the sword-flying technique is unique in the world and is the fastest among all the practice factions.

Of course, there are faster ways, but they are too rare, and the Wanyao Sect does not have such a method.

As a person who practices the Way of Assassination, how could Xiao Hao not know how to escape?

He practiced the Wanyao Sect's "Soul-Slaying Sword Technique", a sword technique that was inspired by the idea of ​​cutting off spiritual inspiration and was a sword technique that pursued killing.

There are few moves, but they are all killing moves. They are fast, accurate and ruthless, and have great lethality to living creatures.

It's just that the practice is very difficult, and if you don't practice well enough, it's easy to lose control and hurt yourself before hurting others.

In the Wanyao Sect, there are disciples who have practiced this sword technique to the point of being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

However, the last thing that the Wanyao Sect lacks is panacea. As long as you are not killed immediately, they can save you.

But the disciples have to bear the cost of treatment themselves, so after their injuries have healed, most of them dare not continue to practice because their small treasury really cannot sustain it.

Only extremely wealthy men and women would fight to the death here.

There was only one reason why Xiao Hao chose this sword technique, and that was that the flying technique that came with it was the fastest of all the techniques of the Wanyao Sect.

The attack speed is fast, and the movement speed is even faster. It can be called the Zhuiyang Realm version of Wuji Sword Art.

The only drawback is that there are no defensive moves, and all the focus is on attack and speed.

When Xiao Hao and Wen Su were practicing, they did not have the problem of losing control because they were two people, with a main brain responsible for practice and a sub-brain handling the details. The practice process was perfect and the progress was rapid.

Now they have initially explored the realm of sword intent. They have only one sword intent, and that is speed.

Not only do you have to run fast, you also have to seize opportunities fast.

As long as you are fast enough, you can seize the initiative, be invincible, and survive.

……

"Such a sharp sword intent..."

As Xiao Hao approached the inside of the sword energy, the pervasive sword energy was not the biggest pressure, but the sword will contained in it was.

It is a collision of spiritual wills and a clash of ideas and concepts.

The mighty sword force that came down was not complicated, it was simply sharp and hard.

The impact made the two men tremble in their hearts, and their souls seemed to be cut into pieces by the endless sharp edge.

They felt that their initially condensed sword intent would be shattered and returned to its original form. Their Daoist faith collapsed, and they dared not touch the sword path anymore, and focused on other things.

"Is this the will of the supreme sword master? Just the remains are so terrifying."

"I don't know whether it is lucky or sad to be a swordsman born in the same era as him."

"Faced with the Sword God himself, they may not even be qualified to draw their swords."

Xiao Hao moved forward with difficulty under the impact of the sharp sword intent.

He could sense that these sword intentions existed for assessment purposes, and had different strengths for different people, and were not in their strongest state.

If a non-sword practitioner steps in, he would probably feel what it feels like to have his soul chopped into pieces.

At this time he had already gone very deep, and the number of people traveling with him was dwindling, less than twenty people.

Many of them are old seniors in the realm of supernatural powers, and there are probably some old monsters in the realm of Tianxin, but he can't see them.

Tian Xinjing is already one of the top cultivators in this world, but he is still not at ease in this sword intent and is trudging along with great difficulty.

It can be seen that the Sword God's cultivation is far stronger than theirs, as to how many levels stronger it is incomprehensible.

The current leader of the Sword Sect who was mixed in the mix was also unable to understand how powerful the ancestor of their sect was.

According to the records of the Sword Sect, the Sword God Patriarch was at the peak of the ninth level of the Tianxin Stage.

He has reached the seventh level of Tianxin cultivation, and moving mountains and seas, picking stars and the moon are no problem for him.

But there is only a difference of two levels, and here he is still no different from a child.

He now suspects that the current level of cultivation is actually different from that of his ancestor's era.

"I don't understand. I don't understand..."

With a sigh, the Sword Sect leader disappeared silently.

Some old monsters also retreated. Although they had not reached their limits, they recognized the reality and realized that it was not useful just because of their high cultivation level.

Only some young people who came here for the first time stayed here to fight.

They are young and vigorous, with the sharp edge of swordsmen. Each of them believes that no one else can do it better than them, and thinks that they are the ones destined to inherit the Sword God's legacy.

Seeing that other sword practitioners of the same generation were still making progress, they all became eager to compete with them.

Who am I? I have always been no weaker than anyone else in my life, so how can I fall behind again?

So, the iron-headed kids wearing masks of pain chased each other, trying to be the first.

Finally, the extremely sharp sword intent disappeared and they stepped into the core area.

In front of us is the sword that is invisible to the naked eye but visible to the Dharma eye, a transparent and invisible sword.

A sharper sword energy lingered in it, and the space seemed to be cut open and slightly distorted.

It is difficult to move forward here. If you get a little closer, you will feel an irresistible sharp force.

A purple-robed swordsman only moved forward a little bit, and the protective magic weapon he was carrying was instantly shattered into dust and scrapped on the spot.

"Humph, as a swordsman, you actually carry a protective magic weapon. I am ashamed to be associated with you."

A young swordsman with a pair of black and white swords on his back and hair that was one side black and the other side white said with disdain.

The purple-robed swordsman glanced at him and was not angry: "Haha, I hope your sword is as hard as your mouth."

While the two were talking, some monks had already begun trying to touch the sword.

Instead of getting closer, they tried to use sword-wielding techniques to communicate and drive remotely.

"Hehe, when it comes to sword-wielding skills, my Sword-wielding Sect is still the best. Get out of the way and let me do it."

A young man in green jumped out, made sword gestures with his hands, and performed his sect's unique sword-wielding technique.

Unfortunately, there was no response. He mobilized all his magical power, squeezed out all his strength, and pushed the sword-wielding technique to the extreme, but still made no progress.

"Just go to bed, little brat. If your sword-controlling skills were useful, your seniors would have already mastered them. How could it be your turn?"

Hearing someone mocking him, the young man in green was so angry that his face turned as green as his clothes. He made a sword gesture and a emerald green flying sword was summoned, ready to compete with the person who mocked him.