One person established a clan

Chapter 42: Flying Sword

The third challenge to Wei Zhengze——

Su Cheng approached quickly, and with his ten fingers moving together, the silver threads twisted by the Five Mystical Arts swept through the air.

But facing the attacking edge, Wei Zhengze did not dodge or evade. Instead, he snapped his fingers and the powerful sword energy condensed into stars, breaking through the siege in an instant.

As the two men collided head-on, their fists and palms clashed like metal and stone, and a strong wind blew up clouds and mist all over the ground.

This battle lasted until the ninth round.

The fourth challenge to Wei Zhengze——

The sword light shot out wildly in the sea of ​​clouds, creating waves of clouds and mist.

Su Cheng stepped into the air, and every time the soles of his boots touched the sword, flames burst out, as if dancing on the tip of the sword.

He suddenly flew back ten feet, and slashed out with a crescent-shaped sword energy with his five fingers, but it shattered into a faint light under the power of Wei Zhengze's fist.

Su Cheng rolled over and landed on the ground. He twisted his waist and spun around, stretching out his palms suddenly. Silver light suddenly appeared in front of him like stars, and turned into dense flames that flew away.

Wei Zhengze leaned forward and left a shadow. His two fingers stabbed like swords, breaking through the heavy barriers in an instant.

This battle lasted until the 19th round.

The fifth challenge. The sixth. The seventh.
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In the dim night, Su Cheng's brows trembled slightly, frowning from time to time.

After nearly forty clashes, the sound of metal clashing could still be heard in the training room.

But unlike the previous disastrous defeats, as the number of fights between the two sides continued to increase, Su Cheng began to gradually understand the opponent's various methods and slowly got used to the strength of the Xinxuan Perfection Realm.

But just as he swung his arm to deflect the oncoming sword light, an indescribable feeling of satisfaction instantly surged through his body!
"call--"

Su Cheng took a deep breath and his heart trembled violently.

In an instant, it felt like a heavy object fell into his heart, and instantly turned into a powerful spiritual energy like a raging wave, filling his meridians, blood and flesh.

The silver flame burned up on its own, but it was no longer steaming and swaying outside the body's surface. Instead, the blood in the meridians throughout the body was boiling, bursting out with unimaginable terrifying power.

Su Cheng opened his eyes, and a flash of silver flame flashed in his pupils.

When he slowly stood up, he kept looking at his whole body and limbs, muttering: "This is the mysterious realm of the heart."

"There's a huge gap between entering the Mysterious Realm and the Heart Mysterious Realm."

Shi Xuan's gentle voice mingled with the clatter of the night forest sand. "A cultivator like you, who can use the power of the Mysterious Realm to forcibly challenge the Mysterious Realm, is a rare and extraordinary existence."

Su Cheng comprehended the surge in his cultivation and gradually calmed the agitated spiritual energy in his body. "Thank you, Miss Shi, for helping to keep watch at night."

"I"

Shi Xuan opened his thin lips slightly, folded his arms, and looked away awkwardly: "Sir, don't talk so ambiguously. I just couldn't fall asleep for a moment."

Seeing her reaction, Su Cheng smiled knowingly.

This young lady has been like this for the past two or three days of traveling, which is quite interesting to watch.

"Should we continue on our journey, or rest until dawn?"

Su Cheng simply changed the subject for her: "I just made a breakthrough and I still have plenty of energy. If we set off now, we will definitely arrive before noon."

"I'm fine." Shi Xuan glanced at the horse beside him. "But, can it hold up after carrying us all day?"

"Can you try those mysterious arts that allow you to fly and hide?"

Su Cheng casually took out a few ancient books from the space, eager to try them out.

When I entered the Xuan realm in the past, this kind of magic was like chicken ribs - low-level ones were just a drop in the bucket, while high-level ones required massive amounts of spiritual energy to support them.

Now that Xinxuan has begun to take shape, it is just what he needs to be used for.

"Not appropriate." Shi Xuan shook his head: "Even for a Xinxuan cultivator, the spiritual energy in his body is not enough to support flying hundreds of miles in the air. Only by stepping into the Danxuan realm can one-" Whoosh!
Before Shi Xuan finished speaking, he saw spiritual wind floating under Su Cheng's feet, and in a blink of an eye, he was floating more than three feet in the air.

He steadied himself slightly, then quickly jumped upside down like a fish in the water. He turned around and smiled at Shi Xuan, "I still have plenty of spiritual energy in my body. The worst that can happen is I can just come down from the sky and run for a while."

Shi Xuan blinked his icy eyes lightly, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The speed at which the young master learns the mysterious arts is truly incredible.

Perhaps, compared to his astonishingly fast progress in cultivation, this terrifying and inhuman understanding is the most terrifying.

"Forget it, since you are interested, I don't mind."

Shi Xuan suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and quickly flew back into the jade hairpin.

Su Cheng untied the horse's reins, then held the puppet horizontally in his arms and flew into the air.

"go!"

The mysterious wind surged beneath their feet, and the two figures shot out from the air like arrows, leaving a shadow above the woods.

Su Cheng's hair was flying in front of his forehead. Feeling the strong wind blowing on his face, he felt indescribably happy and couldn't help but cheering:
"Cool!"

Looking at his childlike excited reaction, Shi Xuan couldn't help but smile.

This frivolous man actually has this side.
"But it seems a bit weird to fly like this."

Su Cheng looked down again. Although there were two gusts of breeze swirling under his boots, he still had to maintain his balance, which took quite a lot of effort.

He thought for a moment, and soon an idea came to his mind. He casually summoned a makeshift broadsword.

"That should be good."

Su Cheng stepped steadily on the sword, wrapped the sword with spiritual energy, and carried the two of them forward.

Shi Xuan secretly watched his every move and tried hard to suppress his laughter.

The red crow rises, and golden light pours down like a waterfall.

Su Cheng put away his sword in mid-air, and with his clothes fluttering, he landed steadily on the loess official road.

Satisfied, he put the sword away, and suddenly heard Shi Xuan muttering in his mind: "What kind of structure is your body made of? How can you fly on a sword for two or three hours without stopping just after entering the Xinxuan realm?"

"Maybe it's a natural talent?"

Su Cheng laughed and glanced at the system panel out of the corner of his eye.

After this trip, I consumed about a month's worth of spiritual energy. The expense was indeed not small. I have to take it easy next time.

"Let's go into the town first and talk about it." Su Cheng gently put Shi Xuan down on the ground. "The mountain we are going to is behind this town. It's a good time to ask the locals."

Ten feet away from the town gate, he suddenly stopped and let out a low sound of surprise.

But the merchants coming and going all covered their faces with gray linen, walked hurriedly as if avoiding ghosts, and their cloudy eyes moved restlessly behind the cloth.

In front of the town gate made of bluestone, the city guards were leaning on their mottled iron spears, staggering. Their faces were as pale as gold paper, and their backs were hunched like candles in the wind.

"Is this also the case?"

Su Cheng frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, and walked forward quickly.

The guards on either side glanced blankly, not even conducting the slightest inquiry. Their guns drooped, allowing the two men to advance without delay.

Su Cheng's throat tightened, his robe sleeves filled with wind as he moved as fast as lightning, but he stopped abruptly the moment he stepped into the city.

As soon as I entered the town, the stench of decay and blood hit me. Withered faces, sunken like skeletons, tattered clothes, and people lying on the ground with their chests rising and falling barely perceptible.

The wailing, sobbing, and scolding together painted a picture of a chaotic world.

(End of this chapter)