Chapter 58

Finally, one day later, ye guchen approached Tianjian peak.

Before reaching the area of Tianjian peak, just a few decades away, ye guchen felt a strong sword pressure, vast and overwhelming.

Some weak practitioners are afraid that they will feel uncomfortable here.

There are no monsters within tens of miles of Tianjian peak, because the sword power is too powerful, and no monsters can stay here for a long time.

Ye guchen looked around, vaguely, with a sparse figure, glancing in the direction of Tianjian peak. Those who can get here are unique talents, which can't be underestimated.

"Go!"

Ye guchen didn't hesitate at all. Instead, there was a trace of excitement in her eyes.

He can feel a sense of immortality from this faint sword pressure, which is of great reference and inspiration value to him.

As time goes by, ye guchen gets closer to Tianjian peak.

Thirty miles

Twenty miles

Ten miles

Finally, the Tianjian peak was close at hand. Ye guchen looked at it at a glance, but saw that the Tianjian peak towered into the sky, hundreds of feet high, just like a stone sword through the sky. At the top of the peak, a stone tablet covered with countless sword marks could be vaguely seen, towering with the ancient meaning of vicissitudes of life.

The power of the sword Qi here can not be underestimated. The mighty sword Qi surges away in all directions like an invisible wave.

Moreover, this sword pressure will be strengthened or weakened according to his personal cultivation level. Ye guchen's own level is only the essence level, so this sword pressure is still within his bearing range.

The most important thing is that this threat of sword meaning is not only the suppression of the flesh, but also a slight impact on the soul. If you have a deep understanding of one of the swords, you can better bear this threat.

Therefore, the sword stele is a great opportunity for sword repair.

Ye guchen began to climb Tianjian peak, which is hundreds of feet high. It's not difficult for a martial artist to climb it at ordinary times.

But at present, it is far from simple to press yourself with a strong sword.

Even ye guchen's forehead was covered with sweat, not to mention others.

However, in this sword pressure, ye guchen seems to have realized some kind of mystery, and the closer he is to the peak, the stronger the feeling of mystery.

"Ha ha, there must be my place on the sword monument."

Suddenly, a figure broke through the air, burst out of the whole body and swept towards the peak.

"Is it him?" ye guchen saw that the man was Liu Tianying of Wuji sword gate.

Liu Tianying focused on climbing up at the moment and didn't notice ye guchen in the corner.

"Ha ha..."

At the same time, on the other side, a light laugh came out. The young master in green was carrying his hands behind him. The blue sword Qi was flowing all over his body. He seemed to have more strength and was quite calm. Naturally, he was Chu Qingchi of Jianzong talin.

"Hum, what sword meaning, but so!" a wild voice came out, and Zhao Fengyang appeared in the seal sword King's hall with his eyes looking up.

Several favored sons of heaven appeared and attracted a burst of exclamation. This is the person who really has the strength to compete for the five seats on the Wenjian monument.

"You're a Dao repairman. What's the meaning of coming here to ask the sword monument?" Chu Qingchi's eyes locked Zhao Fengyang.

"Ha ha, wouldn't it be wonderful if I asked the sword tablet to let me take a seat with a Dao repair." Zhao Fengyang laughed with disdain.

"Then wait and see." Chu Qingchi's eyes turned dark and said no more.

"Hum, I'll give you a big surprise when I seal the sword king hall today." Zhao Fengyang said coldly in his heart.

The proud sons of several major forces quickly climbed to the hillside. Ye guchen was still not in a hurry. According to his own rhythm, he was carefully aware of the mystery contained in the threat of sword Qi.

"Ask for a seat on the sword tablet. I'll book it."

Suddenly, a cold and arrogant voice sounded. Although the voice was not big, it seemed to ring through everyone's ears.

"That's..." many people looked, but saw two figures coming.

Ye guchen also looked at one of the figures. He was no stranger. It was Murong Ming.

The other man walking in front of him was a man of great stature. He walked like a tiger. He carried a long sword wrapped with bandages on his back. His eyes were cold and arrogant. He looked around, and almost no one dared to look at him.

"Murong ditian of Murong aristocratic family, he really came..." some martial arts whispered.

"Is he Murong ditian?" ye guchen thought to himself. At the same time, his eyes focused on the long sword carried behind Murong ditian.

He could feel the extraordinary of the long sword.

It's an opponent.

Ye guchen guessed that he was worthy of being the first Tianjiao of Beichen mansion. He really had a momentum.

And just before they stopped, two other beautiful shadows came to Lingbo.

One of them, ye guchen, is no stranger, but situ Ling.

And another person, Rao is ye guchen, who has an ancient well in mind. After seeing it, a trace of amazement passed in his eyes.

The woman was dressed in a snow colored silk skirt, spotless and delicate. She was like a light cloud covering the moon, looking forward to the bright, like the wind returning to the snow.

The most amazing thing is a flawless beautiful face, which is painted like a Prajna and makes people linger.

"It's situ Hongxue!"

"It really deserves to be one of the peerless of the Shengyuan Dynasty."

Many martial artists marveled, and their eyes showed the color of obsession. These fairies are gorgeous. Who doesn't want to take them into their arms.

But when they saw Murong ditian not far away, many martial artists were cold.

Although situ Hongxue is a beautiful woman, it's a pity that she has already owned famous flowers. These people ask themselves that they don't have the courage to rob people from Murong ditian.

"Hong Xue, do you need me to occupy a seat for you?" Murong Di Tian said softly when he saw situ Hong Xue coming.

All the martial artists around are surprised. They don't even have the qualification to compete for a seat. Murong ditian is still qualified to say such words, which makes people have to sigh the difference of identity and strength.

"No, I'll fight for it myself." situ Hongxue didn't rely on other people's vases, but also had her own pride. She refused directly, and began to climb the sword peak.

Murong Di Tian smiled lightly and followed him.

"It seems that it is not so easy to win a seat," thought ye guchen.

He didn't climb in the front position, because he was too conspicuous, and because he had to carefully understand the mystery of sword pressure.

Although the sword Qi released from the sword stele brings people extreme pressure, it will also give people an understanding. The deeper the understanding of kendo, the stronger the understanding of perception.

"Those who can leave this sword tablet must be the peerless strong ones in kendo. This sword is terrified. If it integrates the sword of heaven and earth, there will be no regret if they can see it with their own eyes." ye guchen couldn't help sighing secretly.

This sword idea contains a sense of loneliness of experts, which is very similar to the sword demons in previous lives.

After entering this understanding, even ye guchen didn't notice. The pressure of the sword on him became weaker and weaker, and ye guchen's body shape became faster and faster, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Ye guchen has already understood.

"Huh?"

Finally, ye guchen, who gradually stood out, attracted some people's attention.