Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

On the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb, a piece of sword shadow intertwined, and the sword energy was raging everywhere, extremely unstable.

With the help of the strong sword intent here, Jian Xin seems to be integrated with the surrounding world, like a swimming dragon, moving freely in the battle circle.

Seeing this, Ye Chen also quickly propped up a body-protecting qi, wrapping his whole body in it, as if protecting himself with a layer of copper and iron.

Then there was a series of dense metal clanging sounds, and the sword slashed on the protective energy several times in a row, and a series of sparks were wiped out by the blade, but it was completely unable to break through the defense.

While playing a complete set of sword styles, Jian Xin disappeared, as if disappearing from the surroundings out of thin air.

At this time, Ye Chen finally felt a little pressure.

He observed that this person did not fight with the previous hatred like other disciples, this person hardly had any emotions, he was just performing his sword skills on his own, and was very devoted.

It seems that this is another martial idiot, addicted to the way of swordsmanship, and unable to extricate himself.

There is nothing wrong with people like this, they are immersed in their own field and enjoy it, and it is easier for people like this to quickly improve their strength and break through the realm.

Ye Chen finally removed the protective qi, then drew out his long sword, and quickly fought with his opponent.

A set of ten-year-sealed swords was unleashed, and he just started to feel the continuous impact of sword energy on both sides of the sword spine, which made his wrists go numb in a short period of time.

Outside Jianzhong, after seeing Jianxin gaining the upper hand, all the disciples clapped their hands and applauded.

"Good fight, Senior Brother Jianxin killed him and regained the reputation for Tianjiange!"

"Senior brother Jianxin has become stronger again, it's great, you will always be the strongest!"

Seeing such a scene, all the high-level executives saw the sun through the clouds, the haze was swept away, and smiles appeared on their faces.

The pavilion master kept waving his arms and clenched his fists tightly. He turned his head and said, "I will make a note of Jian Xin when I go back. For such an excellent disciple, we must train them well. If he kills Ye Chen, there must be a lot of rewards!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the situation inside had reversed.

Ye Chen swung the long sword vigorously in his hand. It seemed very bulky, but it seemed to contain a strong sword intent, which could not be ignored.

At this time, an extremely ordinary long sword has become so thick and heavy, even showing a little ancient aura.

He swung his long sword quickly, pointing to the four directions of the sky, the south, the earth, and the north, and then formed a sword gang, which not only protected himself, but also spread and wreaked havoc.

Just as Jian Xin made a move, when the blade touched this layer of sword gang, it seemed as if it had hit a mountain, and the long sword let out a mournful cry, as if it was about to break unbearably.

He quickly retreated and used his extremely fast movement to avoid the simple and heavy sword. Although he was slightly inferior, he was still able to handle it with ease.

Seeing this scene, everyone outside the sword mound was secretly shocked, and almost everyone was sweating. It was a bit strange that the sword moves just now were true.

The pavilion master suddenly frowned, twisting into a Sichuan character, and at the same time, his eyelids were constantly beating.

He muttered in his mouth: "How come? Why does this set of sword poses feel familiar?"

When he spoke, he seemed to have an answer in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it at all.

Until the next moment, the long sword in Ye Chen's hand pointed directly at the sky, and the sword blade was wrapped with a mass of ancient energy, which was constantly absorbing the surrounding sword intent and strengthening itself.

With the tip of the blade as the center, a huge vortex gradually formed, like a whale swallowing a dragon, the surrounding sword intent, as well as the aura of heaven and earth continued to gather. At this moment, the sword power was finally raised to the maximum.

"Heavenly Sword Technique!"

Ye Chen paused every word, and then raised the sword in his hand and dropped it, the sword pierced through Changhong like rays of light.

At this moment, the entire sword mound seemed to be shaking, the earth trembled, and many dilapidated swords on the ground broke and even turned into dust.

Jian Xin's pupils shrank, and he quickly retreated, dodging, and at the same time swung the long sword continuously, cutting out sword qi, constantly resisting the aftermath of the raging.

Fortunately, Ye Chen didn't seem to intend to kill him, but was just performing this magical sword skill.

Heavenly swordsmanship is to integrate oneself with the heaven and the earth, to achieve the artistic conception of the unity of heaven and man, without any distractions, and to use this sword with all your heart, it is almost unrivaled.

If you are an enemy of yourself, you are an enemy of the world. How can one person's strength shake this world.

A sword fell, and after a few breaths of time, the aftermath gradually subsided, but the entire eighth floor was completely changed, the ground became bumpy, and there was almost no complete sword on the scene.

Jian Xin, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, had already been severely impacted at this time, and he was vomiting blood, and it became difficult to even stand up.

Ye Chen didn't bother with him either, and now his heart was very peaceful, as if he had entered a mysterious artistic conception.

His footsteps paused, and then he was about to enter the next floor.

But just as he came to the passage on the next floor, a voice suddenly came into his mind.

The clear and sweet sword sound rang in my ears, as if it was the approval from the Excalibur.

Not only himself, but everyone outside the sword mound also heard the sound of the sword. It was very crisp and sweet, just like the excitement of a battle-tested warrior returning to the battlefield.

Many people were still immersed in the great power of the sword just now, after all, it was too shocking.

"I know that this must be the unique skill of the patriarch when he founded the sect, the Heavenly Sword Art, the patriarch sealed it in the sword mound, and disciples with strength and understanding will definitely have a chance to get it."

But the pavilion master has lost his mind.

Although he was shocked, what shocked him even more was the clear and sweet sound of the sword.

"No, Ye Chen actually got the resonance of Xuantian Jiuli Sword, this must be fake!"

In his opinion, it is not the most difficult to accept that he has learned the unique magic. If the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's Zhenshan Shenjian is taken away by someone, then there will be a big mess.

Seeing Ye Chen walking towards the ninth floor step by step, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks on his forehead.

Finally, he couldn't bear it and was about to enter the Sword Tomb.

"Ye Chen, it is impossible for you to get the Excalibur. The Xuantian Jiuli Sword belongs to my Tianjian Pavilion, get out!"

The pavilion master walked quickly to the sword mound.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared and slapped him on the chest at the same time, knocking him back three steps.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone could clearly see that the person who came was the Holy One of the First Holy Land, who appeared at some unknown time.

The Holy Master said coldly: "As far as I know, your Tianjian Pavilion does not allow high-level officials to enter the sword mound, and only disciples can enter the trial. Do you want to break the rules?"

This reprimand immediately made the pavilion master a little ashamed and angry, but he knew that he was not an opponent, so he had no choice but to back down.