Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Moon Baicheng shook his head slightly, "It's hard to change talent with even greater fortune. ”

The disciple shrugged his shoulder and said: “In that case, it can only be said that a demonic genius has emerged from that small part of Tiandu Province. Unfortunately, he was elected to the Swordsmanship Palace, but he may not be able to break Makoto's record. ”

“Let's see,” Moon looked sincerely at Autumn Ease, not far away.

These two are twin stars in the Academy Palace, and Moon Bai Cheng is slightly weaker than Qiuyi's talent, but his attitude is good.

Some records are used to break. Moon Baicheng knows his own Jin Er. In the Tao Sword Palace, he is a red genius for everyone. He can be placed in the Tai Dai Palace. I'm afraid there are many people. Some people can surpass themselves very normally.

Autumn Ease in the Funeral Sword Palace is different. At this moment, he holds his fists with his hands and his face is full of haze!

In Qiuyi's eyes, he is now the first person in the Academic Palace. He is also the object of the entire Taoist Sword Palace. Although Moon Baicheng is qualified to be his opponent, he is better than Moon Baicheng everywhere.

If Rosen breaks this record, it will not only take away the glory that belongs to him, but may even replace him.

Neha's sword-shaped pattern is already at high altitude, unable to launch a genuine sword fight against Rosen, he has no means to stop Rosen!

“Four thousand two hundred words...”

“See, he didn't mean to stop...”

“Ken looks like he's about to break the record. ”

Luo Xianzheng's translation has not accelerated, but it has not slowed down.

“I understand the eternal sincerity of sword luck, there really is no pressure...”

Luo Zheng also had fox doubts in his heart as he recited, which he had never expected.

That hint of sincerity came along the silk conduction, not only did not feel any pressure, but rather the unusual communication of thoughts, a sense of clarity accompanied me all the time.

“Four thousand two hundred and fifty words, breaking the record of Moon Bai Cheng! ”

There was a shout in the crowd.

Moonlight shrugged her shoulders and felt relaxed.

“Four thousand and three hundred words! Break Qiuyi's record!” Another shock came from the crowd.

Moon Baicheng and Autumn Yi are only fifty words apart, and Luo Zheng winked over this record.

Qiu Yi saw this scene, his eyes twitched constantly, and his heart was full of delicacies.

Moon White Chestnut and Autumn Art also have a black face on the platform, these two disciples are the pearls of their palace, Luo Zheng crushed generally broke the record, they are naturally not happy.

“I think it's almost time to break Qiuyi's record...” said the moonlight chestnut frown.

“Hey, how do I feel it's just the beginning,” chuckled Autumn Seung Shui.

“It's just the beginning...” Autumn Yen glanced at me, “you're exaggerating. ”

Big Swords smiled lightly, "I really look forward to how far he will reach for the first time. ”

After 4,300 words, Luo Zheng still hasn't stopped.

4,500 words…

Five thousand words...

5,005 words…

By this time all the disciples of the Academic Palace had ceased to understand the true meaning of the Path.

They dropped the translations in their hands and watched Luo Zheng silently. There was only one Luo Zheng reading on these thirteen rooftops!

Occasionally, other people chant, because Rosenzon rises to the same level as other palace disciples, who are naturally unwilling to waste their chances and launch sincere swordfights against him.

Often accompanied by a scream, other people's chanting stopped.

Most of the disciples of the Academic Palace are concentrated in the two or three thousand word phase. After breaking five thousand words, few disciples have initiated the challenge of sincere sword fighting.

Almost all faces have a hint of unspeakable excitement.

That's what happens when you go beyond him a little bit, and he's probably jealous, and when you go beyond him a lot, there's nothing left to look at.

Now whether it is the Funeral Sword Palace or the excellent disciples in the Demon Sword Palace, who look up to or lean on the unusually qualified disciples, have lost any hostility towards Luo Zheng, but expect Luo Zheng to go further...

“Six thousand words... it has surpassed your record...” Autumn Smoke smiled faintly.

When she first looked at Luo Zheng and insisted on bringing him into the Dao Sword Palace, she also relied on her instincts, and now she sees her judgment correctly.

“Sheng Shui also underestimated Luo Zheng, according to the rating of Tao Jian Palace, he could be classified as seven or even eight talents,” said Grand Sword Division with a smile.

Qiusheng still had that slight smile on his face. He just looked at Luo Zheng quietly. After all, Luo Zheng still hadn't stopped...

Six thousand five hundred words...

Seven thousand words…

7500 words...

Eight thousand words…

The larger and higher the sword pattern of Rosenfeld.

The platform is also getting quieter and quieter, except for the gentle wind, only Luo Zhengzheng's powerful recitation.

Qiu Siyuan, Moon Baihao and Lai Hua Bei have been idly watching Luo Zheng, unable to speak at all. Luo Zheng's performance now exceeds their cognition. They do not know what such performance means to Dao Jian Palace. However, there is a hint of thought hidden in Lai Hua Bei's heart. Luo Zheng will not understand the full sword fortune forever, right?

8,500 words...

Nine thousand words...

“Are you still here? ”

Moon Baicheng glanced at the sword. The sword pattern of Luo Zheng is close to his sword pattern. He can launch a sincere sword fight against Luo Zheng.

His younger brother and Luo Zheng were very excited after a sincere sword fight, when he really broke through his bottleneck. If a genuine sword fight with Luo Zheng really breaks through, Moon Baicheng will naturally not miss this opportunity.

With little hesitation, his sword pattern has gone straight to the sword pattern of the Luo symbol.

Not just Moon Bai Cheng, but Qiuyi made the same choice.

But Qiuyi's heart was filled with resentment, and now he understands that he can't contain Rosen at all, but he needs a way out.

The crisp collision sounded again from the top of the Big Sword of Samsung as the two tall sword-shaped diagrams of one person attacked the Lo Xin!

“Ding, ding...”

As Luo Zheng became more thorough in understanding sword luck forever, his sincerity breath grew stronger.

At the moment of the collision, Chewie Tong felt a white light flashing in his mind, that white light almost tore his soul in two...

It was only then that Qiuyi understood why the disciples of the Palace screamed so hard!

However, Qiuyi and Moon Baicheng were far better than the others. They were just grumbling, enduring severe pain, and still engaged in sincere swordfighting.

“Soso... Ding...”

Under the convergence of the three sword-shaped patterns, a series of crisp sounds are emitted.

Luo Zheng is the usual color, but Qiuyi and Moon Baicheng are already sweaty, eyes open, obviously have reached the limit.

After three breaths, Moon Baicheng finally couldn't hold back, and his eyes snapped and fell on the roof.

Qiuyi's eyes were reddish, and he held on for too long. His tight face appeared a bit impotent, and the whole person collapsed.