The perfect life begins with devouring

Chapter 150 One sword, 30 years!
Jianyun Tongtian Bridge, fifth floor.

Zheng Tinghao stood with his sword horizontally, looking expressionlessly at a black figure gradually gathering in the black mist.

"Get out the sword."

A hoarse voice sounded from under the black robe, and accompanied by the salty sea breeze, it blew far away.

"it is good."

Zheng Tinghao nodded calmly, slowly picked up the Eternal Sky Sword in his hand, and groped every inch of the sword with his eyes, as if looking at a piece of peerless jade.

"brush!"

The bright sword light flashed, as if the sun, moon and stars were all changing color.

Under the light of the sword, the upper body of the black-robed man slowly slid down like a mirror, fell to the ground, and shattered.

"This sword."

The corner of the man in black's mouth whispered slightly, and a trace of blankness flashed in his eyes, but Zheng Tinghao had already flown to the next floor.

. . . . . .

On the beautiful island, more than 800 geniuses stood densely, all of them staring at the white figure on the big screen.

"It's too fast. He only used one move to defeat the guards on the fourth and fifth floors."

The eyes of the geniuses were filled with disbelief. The black-robed man had already been killed after just meeting each other, and he didn't even have time to react.

"He is back."

In the crowd, Rong Jun, Wuka and other geniuses shook their heads one after another. In their memory, the white-robed figure looking at the world seemed to be gradually merging with the young man on the big screen in front of him.

Forgot. Zheng Tinghao's ten years of sitting idle made many people forget his existence.

As a star-level and universe-level martial artist, his memory is extremely powerful. It is naturally impossible to forget the name "Zheng Tinghao", but the fear that this name represents that makes people unable to resist is forgotten by many people.

Now, Zheng Tinghao is standing on the sixth floor of Tongtian Bridge, that calm figure seems to be telling everyone: I am back!

"Use your sword, this may be your only chance to make a move."

Zheng Tinghao said indifferently, looked down at the time, there are still five or ten minutes.

"it is good."

The sword light in the hands of the guards on the sixth floor flickered, and within a few breaths, Zheng Tinghao fell into a world of swords. The majestic power of the law was like mountains and seas falling, and the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed!

Countless sword lights flashed and appeared from time to time, exuding an extremely terrifying murderous aura, directly hitting the deepest soul of a person.

Zheng Tinghao's eyes were indifferent, and the long sword in his hand suddenly pointed lightly.

"Crack."

As if some mechanism was touched, the world that was originally full of sword energy collapsed instantly, and the sword shadow disappeared, leaving only two bleak figures on the Tongtian Bridge.

A white robe, a black.

"How did you break my trick?"

The man in black looked at Zheng Tinghao in disbelief. He didn't believe that someone could break his sword formation with one move.

"You have fully comprehended the first two sword marks on the Chaos Sword Stele, but you are still far from perfect comprehension."

Zheng Tinghao shook his head and looked at the time again. There were 49 minutes left.

The man in black nodded, seemingly thoughtful, then suddenly sneered and said, "Go to the next floor."

"I don't think I will meet a genius stronger than you from now on for hundreds of millions of epochs"

After speaking, the man in black dissipated into the air like mist.

The seventh floor. 5 minutes, break through;

The eighth floor. 15 minutes, break through;
ninth floor.

Zheng Tinghao looked at the time, there were 29 minutes left.

"Your time seems to be running out."

The guardian of the ninth floor is a middle-aged man in a blue robe, gentle and elegant, not like a swordsman, but like a scholar.

"Haha, you may not be able to beat the ninth floor. It doesn't matter if you win or not."

Zheng Tinghao shook his head with a smile.

The ninth floor represents the complete comprehension of the three sword marks in front of the Chaos Stele of Sword Meteor.

Now Zheng Tinghao has only comprehended one-third of the third sword mark, and he is really not sure about breaking through the ninth floor.

However, Zheng Tinghao has comprehended the two sword marks in front of the Chaos Stele of Jianyun to a perfect level, and he may not be without the power to fight.

Enlightenment and perfection are two completely different concepts.

If he can reach the level of perfect comprehension, it means that Zheng Tinghao's understanding of the first two sword marks is infinitely close to that of the founder of the Chaos Stele of Sword Fall!

"Come on, I'm looking forward to it."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Beat me, and you will be ranked among the most talented geniuses in countless epochs."

"Of course, if you haven't defeated me, you are also a genius at the pinnacle of existence."

Zheng Tinghao nodded with an extremely solemn expression. He had never been so cautious when facing the guards on the previous floors.

"Sitting for more than ten years, I only know this sword now. If you can take my sword, I will lose."

Zheng Tinghao said lightly, with a calm expression.

In the past, Zheng Tinghao had learned many sword techniques, but after more than ten years, he only knows one sword technique now.

"cut!"

Zheng Tinghao let out a loud shout.

There is no bright light, no dense sword shadows, and no frightening sword aura, only an ordinary sword.

Even this sword is not fast at all, it is as slow as a snail in front of the middle-aged man.

But with this sword, the middle-aged man understood that he couldn't stop it.

"brush!"

The middle-aged man also draws his sword, like a duel between two swordsmen, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, the collision of swords!
The middle-aged man unleashed his strongest swordsmanship. Under the majestic power, time paled, and light had no meaning.

This sword is like the beginning of heaven and earth, and the birth of chaos!
"boom!"

The two swords crossed each other, and neither of them touched the other, but between this crossing, the winner was already divided.

"How is it possible! My sword"

Confusion flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man. In front of his eyes, Zheng Tinghao's sword was like reincarnation. Birth, old age, sickness and death, origin and extinction, flowers bloom and fall, and everything will eventually die.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and with a single strike, he had turned into a dying old man with wrinkles on his face and cloudy eyes.

One sword, 30 years!
"Dream Butterfly."

Zheng Tinghao said lightly.

"What? Dream about?"

The middle-aged man asked suspiciously. For him who is not from the earth, it seems that he does not know the allusion of "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly".

"Dream Butterfly."

Zheng Tinghao reiterated again.

"What? What butterfly?"

The corner of Zheng Tinghao's mouth twitched, and he slashed down with his sword. The blue-robed man's eyes widened, and the last trace of life in his eyes disappeared.

At the end of the ninth floor, after the death of the middle-aged man, the passage to the tenth floor was opened.

"The tenth floor?"

Zheng Tinghao shook his head, the tenth floor, that represents the comprehension of the law of the immortal level.

To pass through the ninth floor, one needs to understand the three sword marks in front of the Chaos Stele of Sword Meteorism; to pass through the tenth floor, one needs to fuse the three sword marks together, interweave each other, and condense into a whole.

Only in this way can we break through the tenth floor!

"Forget it, I will definitely not be able to beat the tenth floor."

Zheng Tinghao glanced at the time, and there were 9 minutes left, then turned and left, exiting the Tongtian Bridge.

Zheng Tinghao's figure disappeared, and the figure of the middle-aged man on the ninth floor of the Tongtian Bridge gathered again.

"Mengdie? Good name!"

　There is one more in the evening, now I have to go out

　　
　
(End of this chapter)