The strongest ultimate soldier

Chapter 4009 3809: Heart Sword

"Master, brother Ning saved me, he can't be a ghost, his realm is obviously similar to mine."

Hei Wuxie could feel that Hei Tian seemed to put all the anger in his heart on Ning Cheng, so he justified him.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Hei Tian narrowed his eyes and said:
"This time, all the sects that set off first in the ice world have suffered heavy losses. This matter is of great importance. Even those with true gods and even the highest realm like us can't master the laws of wind and rain. You say that a foreigner's control?"

Hei Wuxie was silent, what Hei Tian said was indeed very reasonable.

At that time, he did not believe Ning Cheng either.

"Hei Wuxie, no matter what, it's always good to investigate the matter clearly, so bring him here."

The other masters of the Sword Sect at the scene remained neutral.

Hei Wuxie nodded, even if he didn't want to, but with his strength at this time, it is impossible to disobey the suzerains of several sects!
"The disciple knows, Master, I will go now, seniors."

Hei Wuxie left the hall quickly.

Ning Cheng didn't know at this time that his unintentional actions actually attracted the attention of these sects in the ice world.

He is observing the way of the sword.

Not only him, but more and more people around him are paying attention to Kendo, because Kendo is going deep into the sword mound!
"That guy, the Sword Tomb is a sacred place! All those buried here are heroic spirits who participated in the Great Competition and fell!"

"What does he want to do? Come out! Dabi hasn't started yet."

Kendo turned a blind eye, as if he couldn't hear all the voices.

He didn't step onto the battle arena, when Kendo was in the center of the sword mound, he finally took off the cloak over his head.

"It's him!"

Seeing the appearance of Kendo, a member of Jianzong changed his face and said, "It's that lunatic!"

"You know him?"

"Yes! A while ago, it was this lunatic who worshiped the mountains crazily, looking for opponents of the same realm, and challenged hundreds of mountain gates in a row!"

"I've heard the story of this man too!"

Ning Cheng heard the discussions around and found that Wang Yan and several people were also approaching this place.

"Brother Wang, do you know this person?" Ning Cheng asked proactively.

"Of course I know." Wang Yan grinned and said, "This is a freak. At that time, he challenged countless sects, which caused a sensation for a while, but this is not the most important thing."

Wang Yan looked deeply at Jian Dao: "This guy has challenged him countless times, but he has never succeeded once."

"Oh?" Ning Cheng asked: "Is it because the opponent he chose to challenge is too strong?"

"No." Wang Yan said with a smile: "His challenge method is a bit weird. He is playing chess with others, but he never draws his sword. He allows the opponent to attack, just like a dull block."

"That's right." Ning Cheng nodded and said, "Then why does he challenge frequently but doesn't make a move?"

"Who knows?" Wang Yan grinned, and said with fierce eyes: "It's okay for this guy to mess around in the past, but today is the sword competition, and his position is the position of Jianzhong, which is an insult to us. .”

For those warriors who have fallen in the competition, their swords will be buried here forever, which is a kind of glory for them.

No one is allowed to desecrate.

There was even a period of madness, those sword sect warriors fanatically wanted to spill their blood here, and put their beloved swords among the sword mounds!

"Brother Ning, look, those intact swords are warriors who have survived, they have not fallen, and those broken swords have already fallen."

Ning Cheng looked around, the number of broken swords far exceeded the number of intact swords.

"Every big competition, many sword fighters will fall." Wang Yan grinned and said, "Maybe this time, my epee will also appear in the sword mound."

Speaking of this, Wang Yan only had fanaticism in his eyes, without any trace of fear.

Ning Cheng didn't speak, his eyes were cast on Ken Dao, he walked in front of a broken sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled out the broken sword, and pointed it straight at the sky.

There was an uproar all around, and the warriors looked at him in horror. Many sword cultivators of the Black and White Sword Sect saw clearly the sword held in Kendo's hand, and their complexions changed drastically!
"Bold! That's the sword of my lord of the Black and White Sword Sect, how dare you desecrate it! Don't put it down quickly and die!"

"What qualifications do you have to hold this sword? You are insulting my black and white sword sect!"

"Is this guy crazy? He dared to blatantly desecrate the holy land of the Black and White Sword Sect!"

There was a mess on the spot.

As soon as Hei Wuxie walked out of the palace, before he started looking for Ning Cheng, he saw the behavior of Kendo!
"Bold!"

Hei Wuxie's eyes turned red instantly, and he quickly ran into the hall.

"Master! Master!"

Hei Tian and others who were waiting in the main hall saw Hei Wuxie coming back alone and were about to question him when they heard Hei Wuxie say: "Someone broke into the sword mound and pulled out the Patriarch's Qingfeng Broken Sword!"

"What did you say?" Heitian's face was extremely gloomy, many things happened today, and there were more and more outrageous things!

This is an absolute insult to Black and White Sword Sect!
"Everyone, the matter of the wind and rain is on hold for now. This sect is mainly going to see that the bold madman is so provocative in my Black and White Sword Sect!"

Heitian turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the hall.

Outside, dense crowds surrounded the sword path, and the entire sword mound was full of voices of questioning.

The members of the Black and White Sword Sect resisted the urge to rush into the sword mound. They valued the sword mound very much. Without the suzerain's permission, no one could easily step into it!

"Presumptuous! Who is provoking the majesty of my black and white sword sect!" Heitian appeared in the sky above the sword mound, but he did not go directly into the sword mound.

Even though he is the suzerain of the sect, he abides by the sacred principles of the Sword Tomb and will not enter easily.

Kendo was immersed in his own world, holding the broken sword in his hand, carefully sizing up the rusty sword body, he gently stroked the broken sword that had lost its light, and said:

"Can't you hear the sound of this broken sword wanting to fight? Putting him in this so-called sacred sword mound is blaspheming him, which is too lonely for him."

Heitian felt baffled, and said with a gloomy face, "Don't talk nonsense here, this is the glory of my sword sect, and it is a rule recognized by the entire Liangjie Mountain. I advise you to come out quickly and die!"

Hei Tian didn't want to attack Jianzhong, if the way of the sword was outside, he would have died a hundred times already.

Unmoved by the way of the sword, with a sad expression on his face, he sighed and said, "The way of the sword has changed now, it's not pure, so it won't go far."

As soon as this remark came out, it caused a huge sensation.

"Zhuzi! How courageous!"

In the palace, the masters of the Sword Sect of the Ice Realm flew out together and gathered in the sky: "How dare a child less than a hundred years old teach me a lesson like this? What kind of thing are you? What about your practice of swordsmanship?"

"What am I practicing?" Kendo looked around the sword mound and said, "What I am cultivating is the heart, the heart of the sword!"

In the sword mound, those broken swords trembled in vain and let out a sword cry, as if the words of the way of the sword inspired them, and those sword souls that had been sleeping for a long time were ignited at this moment.

In the eyes of Hei Tian and other Sword Sect masters, this is just a sorcery!
How could such an inconspicuous guy activate so many sword soul powers at the same time?
Even Heitian can't do this!
A black and white hidden sword appeared, and Heitian pointed at the way of the sword and said coldly: "I warn you one last time, leave the sword mound, and I will keep your whole body!"

Ning Cheng didn't make a move, he quietly watched the way of the sword.

In my impression, Kendo doesn't have such a character.

Could it be that he has been possessed by Sword Master?
Ning Cheng didn't intend to make a move.

He wanted to continue to wait and see, to make sure that this Kendo was the one he was familiar with.

If the opponent is Sword Master, it is not a good thing for the Three Realms.

Ning Cheng would also choose to leave immediately.

"Since you want to make a move, you should choose a more fair way."

Kendao put down the broken sword in his hand, and said with great reluctance: "Wait for me, I will come to fetch you."

After speaking, he jumped up high and just appeared on the stage.

"I, Dao of the Sword, challenge your swordsmanship today!"

Kendo stood alone on the competition stage, with his hands behind his back, looking at everyone calmly.

"Sect Master, I'm coming!"

"Let's just come. This guy is just a clown. He has challenged Liangjie Mountain for several months, but he has never succeeded!"

"There is no need to dirty the suzerain's hands when dealing with him, we can all help!"

Members of various sword sects are eager to try.

The sword contest opened the curtain quietly.

Hei Tian looked at the suzerains of the Sword Sect, and immediately said: "In this case, let this guy become a sacrifice for Dabi, he desecrated the sword mound, and letting his blood be sprinkled here, it can be regarded as a consolation sword Tsuka Yingling!"

"Come!"

Wang Yan couldn't bear it for a long time, and flew to the competition platform with the epee on his shoulder.

"Wang Yan! Teach him a lesson!"

"As soon as Wang Yan makes a move, that guy is finished!"

"Wang Yan, come down, let me go up!"

Once you stand on the competition stage, you must fight alone, and others are not allowed to make a move.

This is also a gentleman's agreement maintained by Liangjieshan. This is a sacred battle that cannot be desecrated.

"These guys really have a lot of rules." Ning Cheng complained in his heart.

Looks like a swordsman, chivalrous and courageous, but in fact some formalism is too much
"The way of the sword, right? I heard that you have challenged hundreds of sects and never won. Why has my epee sect never been challenged by you?"

Kendo thought for a while, and said seriously; "Your sword heart is reckless, not worthy of my challenge."

Wang Yan laughed loudly: "You are still so stubborn at this time, that's all! Watch me chop you into meat!"

Kendo shook his head and said, "The foundation of the sword, how can you evolve it?"

Wang Yan's eyes turned cold: "You're talking about the Heart Sword, right?"

"That's right, it's the Heart Sword!" Kendo said: "Today, I will face many opponents, if I fight hand-to-hand with you, I will not have the advantage, so let's compete with the Heart Sword to see whose sword heart is purer, how about it? "

"it is good!"

A huge epee was inserted into the stage, and Wang Yan clasped his fists and said to the surroundings: "Epee Sword Sect, Wang Yan, I'm asking for advice!"

In the so-called heart-sword contest, warriors don't need to make a move, but use the way of swords to understand the move in the illusion world, which can be imagined as a test of abnormal heart.

This is also the ability that every sword cultivator must master. It can not only test whether one's sword heart is pure, but also complete a good foundation for subsequent steps to the highest level.

"Come!"

Kendo sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

Wang Yan also fell silent at the same time.

The wind blows.

Ning Cheng held his breath, the whole blackboard sword sect seemed to be quiet in an instant.

"This kind of competition is interesting." Ning Cheng murmured to himself.

It is also the first time he has seen this kind of fighting method, which does not require fists and kicks, let alone close hand-to-hand combat, and completely relies on the spiritual realm to fight.

This way of fighting reminded Ning Cheng of the actual combat simulation warehouse in Langya at that time, relying on the connection of brainwaves and the network to realize the scene of fighting in the virtual world.

The seemingly silent battle is actually full of gunpowder.

Wang Yan's carefree expression became dignified, and his complexion turned pale again. He gritted his teeth and persisted, but opened his eyes in shock ten seconds later, panting in disbelief.

"Impossible, why is my Tyrannical Sword so vulnerable!" Wang Yan refused to admit defeat and said, "Again!"

Wang Yan lost!

For the people under the stands, this was completely unexpected.

Anyone who knows Kendo, a fool, knows how bad his challenge record is.

Never beat.

More like a sword idiot!
"It seems that Wang Yan lost because he underestimated the enemy. This is going to be a joke. He actually gave that guy a victory!"

"Wang Yan, what are you doing? If you can't, come down quickly and let me go up and deal with him!"

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, stared at the pressure and suddenly clasped his fists at Kendo: "I still want to come together again, I hope you make it happen!"

Wang Yan's sudden move caused an uproar at the scene.

On weekdays, Wang Yan is notoriously hot, and his personality is even more carefree. He never admits his shortcomings, and prefers to use the heavy sword in his hand to speak the truth.

Why did the heart sword suddenly change?
"Wang Yan, what are you doing!" The epee sect master said in a deep voice, "Don't be ashamed, get out of here!"

"Sect Master! Wait! Give me another chance!" Wang Yan was about to cry, but only he knew what he had just experienced in the heart sword.

The shortcomings he didn't want to admit were infinitely magnified in Xinjian. Not only that, the other party was completely guiding himself like an old man playing with a naughty child.

"Your epee is full of domineering strength, but lacks a delicate heart. You still need to continue your studies. Go on."

After Kendo opened his mouth, he closed his eyes.

Wang Yan took a deep breath, drew out his epee and walked off the battle platform. When passing by the sword mound, he hesitated for a moment, but still did not put the sword in his hand there.

He suddenly felt unworthy.
"I will come again!" Wang Yan yelled towards the stage.

Kendo ignored it.

"Hahaha, the guy from the Heavy Sword Sect should step back, I, the Xuan Sword Sect, will come!"

A clear voice like a lark appeared, and a female sword fairy in a long white dress appeared in the center of the stage.

When the woman appeared, the young Sword Cultivator of Liangjie Mountain was a sensation!

Not only because of the woman's beauty, but also because of her identity.

The saint of Xuanjianzong, the genius sword fairy, Ling Baixue!
"Sloppy, remember me?"

Ling Baixue didn't give Kendo face: "A month ago, you were stabbed into a hornet's nest by me, and you crawled away from the gate of my Xuanjian sect step by step, hahahaha!"

Jian Dao opened his eyes, and said lightly: "You do have some talent, but it's a pity that you also went astray. If I win you, I will be fine!"

(End of this chapter)