Sword God

The cracks are tens of thousands of meters long, tens of meters wide and five kilometers deep. Each rock is as smooth as a mirror, without grass, and it is covered with intense sword gas fluctuations.

In the air, every inch is filled with amazing sword gas fluctuations, as if torn everything.

Chen Zongmai walked on foot, and it seemed to be free, but in fact, he watched Jian Qi's direction with the first weight of Yujue Heitong, and felt it carefully.

The sword energy fluctuates here is indeed more than ten times that of the previous thousand kilometers of cracks, but after some insights, Chen Zong feels that the help for himself is not strong, very little, because of his high level of kendo. .

Moments later, Chen Zong flew up again, leaving this crack.

not enough!

The remaining kendo breath is still not enough.

The first layer of Yujue's black pupil gazes across and sweeps, a ray of sharp brim continues to diffuse in one direction, as if it were a source.

Chen Zong's heart moved slightly, the Tianfeng Wuxiang body method was used to the extreme, and the domain of the heart was also covered by a thousand square meters, so that he could better discover the space cracks that may occur anytime, anywhere.

Following the source of the Jian Qi, the more it moves forward, the more obvious the fluctuation of the Jian Qi becomes.

Afterglow in the corner of my eyes, I also glimpsed the cracks that appeared in the mountain. Together, they seemed to be irregular.

Suddenly, Fulin is like a heart, Chen Zong's body is a meal, the dark light in his eyes becomes deeper, staring down.

A series of cracks are scattered in a crisscross pattern, ranging from hundreds of meters in length to tens of thousands of meters in length, densely packed, resembling the scars of Foshan Yue, which is shocking.

I saw Chen Zong slightly shocked, a sharp and extreme breath burst out, Shen Yejian was out of the sheath, but the dark sword light seemed to pass through the dark morning light, filled with the earth-shaking charm.

cut!

Sword blade slammed, the sword light fell instantly, and the dark light tore the void, killing with unparalleled power.

Suddenly, the dark sword light seemed to collapse and explode, turning into a sword of qi and falling into the sky.

Suddenly, the black sword light cut into many cracks in the mountain, and seemed to fit it.

One sword after another was slashed, and the black sword gas was continuously chopped off. Gradually, a mysterious trajectory filled out.

It seems that Chen Zong is reproducing the sword that cut the mountain from the strongest swordsman of the ancient times, but it is only a thousand miles away in power.

After several swords were slashed in a row, if Chen Zong got something, he seemed to be missing something. It seemed to be a core and an opportunity.

It seems to be rewarding, but it doesn't feel rewarding.

Chen Zong knew that he was not without gains, but that the gains were not directly reflected, but accumulated into a kind of accumulation and accumulated thinly.

Following the traces of kendo in the void, Chen Zong continued to move forward.

The breath becomes stronger and stronger, and the track becomes clearer.

Gradually, Chen Zong saw a dark and deep crack.

The rift traversed like a scar on the earth, and it seemed to divide this mountain into two. It was shocking to Chen Zong.

That rift is not tens of thousands of meters, but stretches hundreds of thousands of meters long, hundreds of meters wide, and the depth is unknown.

The extremely intense Kendo breath fluctuates continuously from it, sometimes like the aurora blasting through the sky, sometimes like a storm sweeping through the void, sometimes like a raging tide, and sometimes like the water of the long river.

Immediately, the sword gas seemed to turn into a bird's concussive wings, flying across the sky, and seemed to turn into a beast to move its limbs and rush to the earth.

The visions were mixed and mysterious.

When the vision diffused far away, it only dissipated, and turned into a ray of sword air drifting away with the wind.

The eyes of Chen Zong's eyes flashed again and again.

If it is really an excellent place for kendo enlightenment, you can feel countless mysteries before you enter it. If you enter them, this mystery will only become more intense and intense.

In the distance, several sword lights flew by, the speed was astonishingly sharp and unmatched, as if the sky sword was across the sky, swept away from Chen Zong not far away, and fell rapidly under the crack like a series of meteors.

Chen Zong also heard their voices, and combined with his own understanding, inferred a lot of information.

It turned out that this huge crack, named Wan crack sword mark, was the largest sword mark in Wan crack mountain, also known as the main sword mark. According to legend, it was a giant named Wan crack sword saint in ancient times. Sacred Realm Swordsman slashed out with a sword.

Xuan Yuanjie’s record on Shangyuan Jie is relatively limited. After all, it’s not this world plus the age, and Chen Zong did not deliberately look up the classics, because it was just passing by Shangyuan Jie, Tai Xuanjie was the destination, so Chen Zong didn't know much about the upper Yuan world, and he was one-sided.

Wan Crack Mountain belongs to the Shang Yuan Realm. As a practitioner of the Shang Yuan Realm, it will be deeper and more detailed.

The reason why Wan crack mountain is called Wan crack mountain is not only what Chen Zong knows. There are thousands of cracks in the mountain named after it. More importantly, in the ancient times, a great holy realm of kendo is strong. The Swordmaster once sniped at the Void Demon Army here, beheaded countless Void Demon, and even killed a god-level strongman of the Void Demon here.

However, in order to kill the god-level void demon, Wan cracked sword saint is the spirit spirit that burns his body, and then he issued the Xeon strong sword to kill it, and left this huge crack of hundreds of thousands of meters long.

Since then, Wan crack sword saint also fell.

These ten thousand cracked sword marks were split by the sword of the strongest peak issued by the ten thousand cracked sword sage burning spirit, burning body blood and soul in the ancient times, with its amazing will brand imprinted in it. Existence is immortal.

Every moment, a master of kendo from Shangyuan Realm will come from a distance and enter the ten thousand crack sword marks, to visit this amazing miracle left from ancient times, and also to enlighten them The brand and the will of kendo left by a sword for life confirms itself.

Many masters of Kendo often have gains, and further advancement in Kendo is so well-known.

If you want to meet some strong Kendo, you can also come here.

Chen Zong moved, and began to fall.

The endless sword energy seemed to turn into a storm roaring hurricane, as if to tear Chen Zong.

This kind of power, the ordinary sacred realm of the five-fold all-powerful approach will be extremely difficult to resist, at least the strength of the ordinary sacred realm of the six-fold, in order to fully resist.

This kind of sword qi alone is enough to block those who enter the middle of the holy realm and make it difficult for them to step into it. Unless there are any defensive treasures, they can resist the attack of sword qi.

The sword turned into a storm, and it seemed to be intertwined with thunder and fire. Although it was extremely strong, it was nothing to Chen Zong.

Whether it is the Qiqi practice of entering the 7th limit of the Holy Realm or the physical practice of the mid-eighth stage of the mixed Heaven Realm, the power brought by it allows Chen Zong to easily resist it.

Countless sword qi storms hit Chen Zong, as if to tear and tear Chen Zong's body, but broke apart one after another.

Fall!

Keep falling!

The power of the Jianqi Storm has also been continuously improved, and the ordinary six-level sanctuary of the sanctuary will be vigorously urged.

Ten thousand meters!

This traverses the Wan crack mountain as if it is a huge crack that splits Wan crack mountain into two hundreds of thousands of meters, which is as deep as 10,000 meters.

You should know that when a sword is cut and the mountains are broken, the further down the power will be consumed, and the cracks will be slower and smaller. Eventually, when the power is exhausted, it will be unable to collapse.

Three thousand kilometers and ten thousand meters seem to be two or three times different, but the required power is different by more than a hundred times, or even hundreds of times, or even more than a thousand times.

At a depth of 10,000 meters, it feels like entering the depths of the ground. When both feet step on the ground, Chen Zong can feel hard and cold.

Incomparably hard, very scary, Chen Zong stomped a little bit to try, and found that the hardness of this ground is comparable to a first-class holy weapon.

In other words, ordinary shots in the early stages of the Holy Land are difficult to cause any damage here.

As for the transcendental level, it will be directly killed by the force of the shock. Of course, the transcendental realm is impossible to enter here. Without powerful defense secrets, it is impossible to enter here even in the early stages of entering the Holy Realm.

Its ice-cold breath was left over from ancient times.

After all, Ten Thousand Split Sword Saints devoted their whole life to the sword, killing the God-level Void Demon, and the breath of the God-level Void Demon was also imprinted on it, remaining in this place, spreading out, making it cold and cold everywhere.

Chen Zong saw a figure walking ahead, some at a faster speed, some at a slower speed, and seemed to be constantly stepping in the face of a snowstorm of sword gas.

Chen Zong also took steps, and quickly stepped forward.

Step by step, carefully feel the change of breath on the hard ground.

It's cold!

Icy!

Sharp!

All kinds of breaths are intertwined. Under a careful feeling, Chen Zong feels that the sharp breath and the cold breath seem to be constantly colliding and tearing.

It is like continuing the battle between the ancient swordsman of the ancient times, the strongest swordsman and the Void Demon God-level strongman. From the ancient times to the present, it will continue indefinitely. I don’t know where it will continue. Year and month.

Perhaps, never ending.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zong walked thousands of kilometers, but he still couldn't see the end.

This crack seems to have no end.

Of course, there can’t be no end, just far away, Chen Zong also keenly captures that the sharper and colder the more intense the more forward, but the changes of a few kilometers are very small, if not for Chen Zong The perception is extremely keen and difficult to find.

Chen Zong also found that walking forward one by one, his expression was solemn, his eyes were full of fierceness and fierceness, and he looked like a pilgrimage.

For many sword writers, the Ten Thousand Cracks are indeed a holy place for kendo.

Therefore, they come here to enlighten themselves, which is no different from pilgrimage.

Even the most unscrupulous people, when they come here, will be affected by their breath and become solemn.

Of course, the stronger the mind is, the less the impact will be.

But here is the place where Ten Thousand Sword Saints beheaded the god-level void demons and saved countless creatures in distress. Those who come here will have a trace of admiration in their hearts.

Gradually, Chen Zong's extremely sharp eyes saw a trace of outline, which seemed to be at the end.