I can explode

"Crazy, Baiyukeng monsters can't be killed, this will only lead to stronger monsters."

Many warriors were shocked when they got the news.

"Go to Baiyukeng quickly, this Jiang Changkong is so courageous."

"Step on my knife hall and refresh our record, and now there is such a big commotion?"

The people in the Sword Palace also got the news and rushed to Baiyukeng one after another.

In the Baiyukeng, the light of the knife washed the ground, and countless demons fell.

Jiang Changkong, who was standing in the air, sat down cross-legged, his true energy still poured out and turned into a sword light.

Normal cultivation level: 480 years.

Genius cultivation base: 60 years.

Tianjiao cultivation level: 20 years.

Feeling the cultivation in his body, Jiang Changkong pondered for a while, and distributed the ordinary cultivation bases evenly.

Genius cultivation base, 30 years of fleeting images, 30 years of golden body is not bad.

As for Tianjiao's cultivation base, it was all used to practice the sword drawing technique.

After the distribution was completed, the sword intent of Zhenwu's Three Absolute Swords reappeared in his mind, and the breath of despair permeated.

Keep drawing the sword, the previous comprehension about the sword technique, continue again.

This time, there was no difficulty before, and it was easy to integrate into the knife intent.

The Sword Intent of Zhenwu's Three Absolute Swords has also been comprehended smoothly at this moment, turning into the Saber Intent of Despair.

Clang!

In the void, there was a deafening knife sound, and at this moment, a breath of despair permeated the sky, covering the sky.

"Is this the Three Absolute Swords of True Martial Arts?"

"The desperate sword intent of the Zhenwu Sanjue Sword has turned into a sword intent."

"His saber intent is stronger. With such a distance, I actually feel like being cut in half."

The martial artist below yelled in horror, the sword intent of cutting heaven and earth is even more terrifying.

Compared with last night, Jiang Changkong's saber intent was much stronger.

The person sitting cross-legged is like a peerless magic knife, which seems to cut through the sky and split the earth.

Facing this magical knife, they can only despair, and only despair!

So desperate that I can't look up, I can't shake it!

"This knife intent, how is it possible!"

The warrior who rushed over exclaimed.

"Even Grandmaster Jiuzhong rarely has such a strong sword intent."

"This saber intent has already been completed, how could he do it?"

"Small success in sword intent can only be achieved by great masters, and very few top talents can step into small success at the ninth level of grand masters."

boom

The sky-shattering sword intent erupted, and the warriors below, just looking at it, felt as if they were being stabbed by the sword light, and their eyes hurt.

The monsters below howled, and there were no more monsters in the Baiyu Pit, only the roar of the devil came from the cave.

Jiang Changkong, who was in the air, also broke through again in cultivation, stepping into the seventh level of the grand master!

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the martial artist below, and his eyes fell on Bai Yukeng.

Roar

The terrifying roar resounded, and a tyrannical demon power swept out, and a demon claw shattered the light of the knife.

"A demon general?"

With a calm expression on Jiang Changkong's face, with a wave of his hand, a beam of saber light descended from the sky, slashing at the demon's claws as if with a spirituality.

The light of the knife easily cut through the devil's claws and entered the magic cave.

Roar

A stern roar came out from the magic cave, and the magic energy dissipated, and there was no more movement. Inside the Baiyu Pit, there was deathly silence.

"Kill the demon general, and reveal the cultivation base of Tianjiao for one year."

Jiang Changkong closed his eyes, realizing this promotion.

Tianjiao's cultivation base allowed him to completely integrate his sword intent into drawing the sword, and made his sword drawing technique undergo a radical change.

Jiang Changkong: Warrior

Martial arts: Cutting the sky and drawing swords (middle stage of the seventh level of the master), fleeting light (middle stage of the seventh level of the master)

The golden body is not bad (the middle stage of the seventh level of the master)

Cultivation base: ordinary cultivation base: 30 years.

Tianjiao's cultivation base: one year.

Slash the sky and draw the sword!

Once his sword is pulled out, it is a sword that cuts the sky, and it contains the sword intent to cut the sky and the earth.

There is no need to attach the sword intent, it has been completely fused, and transformed into a sword that cuts the sky and draws the sword.

Not only does it contain the sword intent, but when he draws the sword, the speed of the sword is faster, which can be said to be more than ten times faster than before.

His cultivation has also stepped into the middle stage of the seventh level of a grandmaster, and his whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Jiang Changkong, you insulted my sword hall, you can't go anywhere today!"

There was a roar of anger, and three grandmasters soared into the sky, all of whom were seventh-tier grandmasters.

The saber intent soared to the sky, and the saber aura was fierce, stirring up the situation.

"Ridiculous!"

Jiang Changkong said indifferently, his eyes were full of disdain.

When the grandmaster was at the sixth level, he was able to kill the demon generals at the seventh level of the grandmaster, let alone them?

The combination of these three people does have the strength to slay demon generals, but they are still far from being able to challenge him.

Lightly raising his right hand, a saber light slashed out, suddenly enlarged, like a golden crescent, across the sky, covering the three of them.

boom

puff

Waves of blood spilled, the light of the blade shattered, and the three masters fell down at a faster speed.

"Grandmaster of the Sword Palace, didn't block a knife?"

The martial artists below were shocked. Although the Grandmaster of the Sword Palace did not block a single blow yesterday, but now, there are three seventh-level grandmasters!

What's even more frightening is that Jiang Changkong's knife has not been unsheathed yet!

Once out of the sheath, how strong is he?

Chapter 63: You are not worth the knife

The majestic air wave impacted the void, and the sword intent filled the air, just like a peerless magic sword appeared in the world.

Jiang Changkong descended from the sky, with monstrous power permeating the sky, and there was nothing to hide the power of the seventh-level master.

Rumble

The ground was in turmoil, smoke and dust billowed, and ravines criss-crossed the ground.

The three fallen grandmasters were blown away by this wave of air before they had time to react.

The surrounding warriors also pushed away one after another, unable to bear the authority of the master.

"What a strong momentum, this power, this sense of oppression, comparable to the ninth level of a master!"

"This is not only comparable to the ninth level of the grand master, but I think it has surpassed the ninth level of the grand master and is approaching the grand master!"

The warriors were terrified, Jiang Changqi's aura was too strong, even if they were both real martial arts geniuses, the three seventh-level masters were blown away by the pressure.

The smoke and dust dissipated and the air waves subsided. Jiang Changkong had his hands behind his back and his long hair draped over his shoulders, showing the demeanor of a master.

The three masters struggled to get up, spewed out a mouthful of blood again, and pointed at him angrily: "You, how dare you hurt us!"

"The people in the Sword Palace are you trash?"

Jiang Changkong's expression was cold and stern, his eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion: "I can't even take a single knife, dare to become a genius in the Dao of the Sword, and dare to build a sword palace?!"

puff

Facing Jiang Changkong's cold voice, the undisguised disdain stimulated the hearts of the three of them, and they spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Humiliate my sword hall, Jiang Changkong, my sword hall is incompatible with you!"

The three masters only felt humiliated, suppressed their anger, and spoke coldly.

"Humiliation?" Jiang Changkong snorted coldly, and said lightly, "I'm just telling the truth, but in your eyes, is it an insult?"

"Your own strength is not enough, and the Martial Dao Tower breaks the record, is it stepping on you?"

"I am incompetent, I don't reflect on myself in order to make progress, but I think of crooked ways!"

"As a swordsman, I, Jiang Changkong, am ashamed to be with you!"

The disdainful shouting and undisguised contempt irritated the three of them even more.

The warrior in the dark was silent, did not discuss, and did not dare to discuss.

They looked at Jiang Changkong with admiration and disbelief.

I admire his courage, it's unbelievable, I feel that Jiang Changkong is too crazy, he dared to humiliate Daodian like this.

The Sword Palace was established by the geniuses of Zhenwu University, and gathered the genius swordsmen of Zhenwu University.

Among them, there are eight or nine masters, and there are not a few who comprehend the sword intent.

Jiang Changkong only easily defeated the three seventh-level masters, and there are more powerful people in the Sword Palace.

嗡

In the void in the distance, there was a soft moan suddenly, like a magic knife shaking, causing ripples in the air.

A wave of unparalleled saber intent spread like a tide, oppressing Xiangjiang Changkong.

"I act in the sword palace, how can you say it?"

The cold words revealed endless sharpness, a young master with black hair fluttering, and the power of the master was turbulent and void.

He came from the air, with a light blade at each step, and a cold light with each blade.

Endless saber energy stirred the void and stirred up the night, but it never hurt anyone.

The majestic coercion is not inferior to Jiang Changkong's movement just now.

The black-haired young man, wearing a golden robe, exuded an extremely sharp intent, striking the Nine Heavens.

"Sword Palace, Jin Wushuang!" A warrior exclaimed in shock.

"It turned out to be him, the Gengjin Sword, unparalleled in sharpness, and the eighth level of the master!"

"Jiang Changkong has this strength. The three grandmasters were all defeated at the seventh level. It is also expected that Jin Wushuang will make a move."

The warriors were relieved. At this time, only Jin Wushuang made a move and defeated Jiang Changkong to save some face.

As for the seventh level of grandmaster?

No one thinks that someone can defeat Jiang Changkong at the seventh level of the Grandmaster, at least not the people from the Sword Palace!

With his hands behind his back and a golden knife hanging on his waist, Jin Wushuang stared at him: "Are you Jiang Changkong?"

Jiang Changkong stepped into the air, and stood opposite Jin Wushuang, with an indifferent expression: "Grandmaster Bazhong, not bad."