Chapter 345

As Qin Changsheng landed on the huge battle platform, the golden veins like earthworms on the battle platform suddenly lit up and burst into brilliant light.

The glowing light rises up and condenses a tall figure. Its appearance is flat, its eyes are deep and calm. It looks like a young man, but it has a dusty temperament that can't be covered up.

"I'm Ye Chen, the founder of Shaoqing sword. I'm a descendant disciple. I can break through the pass only if I leave a name on the sword tablet!"

The figure in the light and shadow spoke clearly in front of Qin Changsheng, but his voice had an extremely distant feeling.

When Qin Changsheng heard the words of light and shadow, he immediately felt a chill in his heart. He knew that the light and shadow was the spiritual mark left by the ancestor of Shaoqing sword sect in the past, or the remnant of his incarnation. He quickly bowed to the light and shadow.

The light and shadow expression was always as calm as water. After seeing Qin Changsheng, he waved his hand. Suddenly, countless divine patterns galloped. On the solid platform, they were like the water surface, rippling in circles and emerging in waves.

Then, in the center of the ripple, a stone tablet slowly emerged, gradually rose, and finally became a hundred feet in size. It stood in front of Qin Changsheng with magnificent momentum and grandeur.

This is the sword monument in the mouth of Shaoqing sword ancestor.

There are many names on this sword stele, but most of the names are extremely vague, and the traces are very light and shallow.

Only one name, especially profound and eye-catching, came into Qin Changsheng's eyes at the moment when the sword monument appeared.

This name is Duan Changsheng!

Three words, one stroke at a time, are sonorous and powerful. The strokes are crisp and crisp. There is a natural and unrestrained, calm, and even a sharp and domineering atmosphere.

With the appearance of the sword tablet and the name, Qin Changsheng immediately felt a terrible sword spirit, fierce and powerful.

"Strong momentum, fierce sword, Duan Changsheng... Is this what he left in those years? At that time, he should have never understood the four images and four sword meanings of heaven, and never walked out of his own way. He should have such a strong momentum, fierce, arrogant and indomitable."

Feeling the fierce sword, Qin Changsheng couldn't help taking a deep breath and was amazed.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, the sword spirit burst out in the three words "Duan Changsheng" on the sword tablet, like a spirit, as if he felt Qin Changsheng's eyes, and suddenly became prosperous.

At the next moment, the terrible sword Qi overflowed from those three words and condensed into a blazing pale sword Qi, which came to Qin Changsheng.

Qin Changsheng was surprised. Unexpectedly, these three words were so strange. The sword spirit contained in them seemed to have given birth to spirituality.

"Hiss!"

Qin Changsheng's eyes were burning, and his sword killing intention seemed to be provoked. Stimulated, he spontaneously came out of his body.

The vigorous and fierce sword Qi surged out of Qin Changsheng's body. The killing sword was surging. Blessed by the sword Qi, he took the initiative to meet the sword Qi from the killing.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The two swords collided in midair, setting off a fierce sword storm.

The blazing white sword gas was unmatched, and Qin Changsheng's killing sword gas was constantly defeated.

It seemed to deliberately arouse the sword Qi in Qin Changsheng's body and constantly exert pressure. The sword Qi in Qin Changsheng's body surged out uncontrollably.

After a while, the Blazing Sword Qi burst all the sword Qi condensed in front of Qin Changsheng, turned into a Heavenly Sword and killed Qin Changsheng in the middle of his eyebrows.

As soon as Qin Changsheng's pupils contracted, he immediately felt a strong crisis of life and death in his heart, but he was not afraid in his eyes. Instead, he raised a sense of madness. As soon as he grasped it with both hands, the best Dharma sword came out of its scabbard and was about to cut into the sword Qi.

However, the pale sword Qi suddenly broke up within three feet of Qin Changsheng, turned into a wisp of breeze and brushed past Qin Changsheng.

Qin Changsheng looked stunned. He didn't know why the sword was so fierce just now. Why did it break up automatically in the end?

"Did this sword spirit really give birth to spirituality?"

Qin Changsheng looked moved. If so, it would be terrible.

He has profound attainments in kendo, which can be described as a demon and unimaginable.

The sword spirit dissipated. Qin Changsheng looked at the three words "Duan Changsheng" on the sword monument with some fear.

Then he looked around at the other names on the sword tablet and found that except Duan Changsheng's name, almost all other names were vague. There were only a few names, which looked clear, but the handwriting was also very shallow.

In addition, most of these names are precipitated below, and there are few names above the sword monument, even a large blank.

Qin Changsheng thought deeply, lifted up the best Dharma sword, finally found the mystery of the sword monument, and understood why the names above the sword monument were so rare.

At the moment he took off, he felt a strong oppressive force, which fell from the sky and oppressed him, just like a huge mountain.

And this pressure increases with the rise of height.

When Qin Changsheng rose to fifty feet, he felt extremely depressed, his flesh trembled, and the bones in his body began to click.

He was shocked. It was only half the height of the sword monument. The pressure was so terrible. During that long life, he could leave a name at the top of the sword monument, and the name was so profound and clear.

As soon as his eyes coagulated, he bit his teeth. The more he felt the heavy pressure, the more he wanted to resist, and the more he wanted to break out of the shackles of the pressure and jump out of the "power swamp".

He could not help but clench his teeth and continue to rush towards the top of the sword monument.

"Nothing can oppress me. How can a sword tablet oppress me!"

Qin Changsheng gave a low roar, and his whole body was in full bloom and rising continuously.

His limbs and bones were trembling, his bones were like fried beans, clattering, and blood was seeping from his body surface.

If his body had not undergone 21 times of refining and transformation, it would be impossible for him to withstand such a strong sense of oppression.

The internal killing sword is intended to boil under this strong oppression.

The sword Qi burst out from the pores of Qin Changsheng's whole body and struck all directions, which made the pressure slightly weakened.

Qin Changsheng immediately moved in his heart and immediately turned Tai Chi to the Dantian. The forces of yin and Yang intertwined and gushed out. They turned into sword Qi to protect his body. Unexpectedly, they cut off the strong sense of oppression. The whole person immediately felt as relaxed as a heavy burden.

He suddenly gasped: "what a strong sword pressure, such a strong sword pressure, even the strong at the peak of Sendai, can't bear it. No wonder the name of this part on the sword monument is so rare..."