Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Yi Xifeng came to his senses, it turned out that this was the right way, and only after he settled down could he get the feedback from this world of swordsmanship.

"Thank you." Yi Xifeng continued to climb up.

Astonishing arm strength and endurance, even if it does not rely on the inner strength of true energy, it is still like walking on the ground in this steep mountain rock.

ten feet.

twenty feet.

Thirty feet.

In Yi Xifeng's eyes, there is only persistent upward pursuit.

"Impossible, impossible! How can Heaven recognize you!"

Seeing this scene, the man in Chinese clothes was full of astonishment in his eyes.

Heavenly thunder punishment, even in the past thousands of years, has rarely been mentioned, and some of them are only a few strokes on ancient scrolls.Not to mention that it was the great feedback after Tianlei.

"Could it be, do you have to be like him?" Looking at Yi Xifeng who was crawling and lying on the rock with his whole body, the man in the fancy dress felt a repulsion in his heart.

In his eyes, the sword and the way of the sword represent the ultimate sass, wearing white clothes is better than snow, and a sword is crossing millions.Even now, his body is still spotless.

The figure of Yi Xifeng above is climbing up step by step, gradually moving away from him. Although the movement is slow, it has a goal and a direction.

There was a trace of bewilderment in the eyes of the man in fine clothes. If he didn't make a decision as soon as possible, maybe his journey would come to an end.

Looking down at the stairs exposed under his feet, and then at the rock wall mixed with mud and insects, his confused eyes gradually became firm, and he found the path he should take.

"My heart follows the heaven and the earth, why should I go with the dirty?"

With the steps under his feet, the man in Chinese clothes stepped on the steps ahead.

In an instant, the sky and the earth rotated, the scene continued to turn, the surrounding scenery spread rapidly, and the sword fell from the clouds amidst the harmony of heaven and earth.

The halo dissipated, and the man in Chinese clothes lowered his head, and at his feet, there was a sword of heaven.

Under the stairs is Yi Xifeng's figure crouching on the rock.

One step spans tens of feet!

"Hahahahahaha, walking in the sky is the general trend!" The man in the Chinese costume paused, and stepped on his feet again, "Today, I'll let you see what it is - to reach the sky in one step!"

The halo reappeared, the scene around him changed again, and the vision of heaven reappeared, but all these were peaceful in Yi Xifeng's eyes.

After a moment of breathing, the halo dissipated, and the man in the fine clothes did not disappear here, but still stood where he was. The so-called vision of Dao was just a flash in the pan.

Kaka-

There was a crisp sound of breaking, and the man in the Chinese suit looked down. The steps under his feet began to crack and break at some point, and the sword of heaven stuck at his feet had long since disappeared.

"No! That's not the case!" The man in the fancy dress frantically searched for the next step, but he couldn't find it anyway. If he fell from this place, his path of swordsmanship would come to an abrupt end.

"You are water without a source and a tree without a source. How can there be a way?" Yi Xifeng grabbed a rock with his hand and moved half a foot upwards again.

"You can travel so far by borrowing my road, you, it's time to go down."

After Yi Xifeng said, there was only a crisp sound, pieces of fragments fell off from the top, and when they fell to Yi Xifeng's side, those fragments had already turned into mist and dissipated.

A gust of mountain wind blows, rustling Yi Xifeng's clothes.

The fair and clean young man firmly grasped the rock peak with his fingers. He looked back at the scenery behind him, and the towering rocks were all in sight.

There is no more annoying noise between here and there.

Dissipating along with the stairs was the figure of the man in the fancy dress.

The sky has turned from deep black to gray, and there are small trees growing in the gaps of the rocks. They are trying their best to stand among the rock peaks. The crowns of the small trees are particularly prominent. The sound seemed to be whispering in Yi Xifeng's ear.

Here, you are not alone.

Yi Xifeng continued to climb up, and the huge ray of heaven that descended back then was constantly repairing his body.

Two hundred feet.

Three hundred feet.

Four hundred feet.

Yi Xifeng followed the footsteps of the seniors on this mountain.

A senior, in this unique way, has been by his side and accompanied him to climb.

It's just that the higher you go, the less white marks there are.

It is also until climbing here that Yi Xifeng has already felt that the warmth brought by the heaven's feedback is gradually fading.

It is true that he is a body trainer, but now he also feels a little tired. He feels that his physical strength is being consumed rapidly, and the exhaustion is constantly eroding the will in his mind.

It seemed that a voice kept echoing in his ears, urging him to give up.

However, until the next moment.

He saw another white mark - 530 Sanzhang, Zhu Yun.

In the past, a white mark appeared every time a certain distance appeared, but this was the first name to appear on the rock wall. Although I don't know how it was carved, but looking at the pattern of the white mark, it seems to be Draw it out with your fingers.

Suddenly, Yi Xifeng seemed to understand something.

The places where these predecessors leave traces are the most dangerous places on the way when they climbed this mountain.Be very careful in every place, maybe you will fall off this cliff if you take one wrong step.

When they encounter these dangerous places on the way, they will take a short rest and press the white mark.In order to give a little encouragement to the latecomers.Maybe they don't know each other, but this approach can make people feel a warm current in their hearts.

But act, don't ask for names.

Perhaps the Zhu Yun who left his name has already reached the peak...

Yi Xifeng pursed his lips and continued to climb up.

670 Erzhang - Zhu Yun.

Yi Xifeng glanced at the small characters engraved on the rock, his eyes were determined again, and he climbed up, this was the second time he came across this name.

He felt his muscles trembling uncontrollably, as if whining, begging him to stop, constantly attacking the will in his mind, even so, but the upward climb never stopped.

Now Yi Xifeng repeats the same movements like a puppet, raising his arms, picking stones, borrowing his strength, and kicking his legs, all in one go.

I don't know how long I have been climbing, but there have been no white marks in the surrounding rock walls for a long time.

Just when he thought that there would be no more traces going up.

790 Jiuzhang - Zhu Yun.

Yi Xifeng looked at the line of small characters in front of him in astonishment. Just as he continued to climb upwards, there was no rock in his hand to rely on. A protruding cliff edge, but the rock wall at the edge is as smooth as ice shoes.

Unable to leverage.

There is no way to go here, it is the end of the rock, and there are no white marks for him to pave the way.

At 799 feet, he came up, but after 799 feet, it was the sky. (end of this chapter)