Chapter 62 Another one broken, another one broken.
Chapter 62 Another one broken, another one broken.
At this moment, the crowd of Hidden Sword Mountain disciples were unable to stop their eyes from glowing.
It was as if they saw the scene where the once Folding Plum Ancestor, with a single sword, had cut open the Heavenly Gate.
“This is the third grade sword intent of the earth rank! Senior Brother Li, I didn’t expect that, at the Sub-Saint realm, he had already had an epiphany of Earth Order Third Grade Sword Intent!”
A Hidden Sword Mountain disciple exclaimed in shock.
Not only one person, but on the faces of all the people, they were all in awe.
Li Daochen had not made a move for a long time, but his sword intent had already reached such a realm!
One must know that even in Hidden Sword Mountain, there were only a handful of people whose sword intent had reached the third grade of earth rank sword intent.
At this moment, Bai Jiu, who was stealthily on the side, couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
As for it!
A mere third grade sword intent!
This disciple that he had picked up for nothing was a Heavenly Rank Sword Intent.
Because you’re so short-sighted, you didn’t recognize it.
Baijiu’s judgment was correct.
Heavenly ranked sword intent is generally something that only a Chosen Emperor realm sword cultivator can comprehend.
In other words, even that saint of Hidden Sword Mountain, the Tuohai Sword Saint Ouyang Wufeng, did not have it.
How could a person recognize something they hadn’t seen before!
And right at this moment, Su Yan was also like a mouth substitute, saying what Bai Jue wanted to say in his heart.
“Ai, there are no heroes in time, and age makes the commoner son famous.”
“Once I saw you today, I realized that the Sword Dao Ancestral Court is nothing more than a bunch of frogs in a well!”
Baijiu: “……”
This is too much of an exaggeration.
There was a saying that Hidden Sword Mountain was still something, otherwise she wouldn’t have stayed here.
However, she thought on second thought.
Su Yan was a former Sword Emperor!
In this world, there was really no one more qualified than him to say this.
To think, this Sword Emperor, was once still her disciple, whom she taught.
“Pfft!”
Bai Jiu was immediately unable to hold back another fit of huffing laughter.
“Looking for death!”
Under explosive anger, in Li Daochen’s hand, that short plum branch, a sword qi of tens of feet was suddenly condensed.
Under his angry hair, he had already moved to kill.
The plum branch with sword qi stabbed Su Yan’s heart straightly
“Ah!”
Gu Nan Yi, who was originally sitting by the teepee, couldn’t help but stand up, her delicate and pretty face filled with anxiety.
Li Daochen was, after all, a Sub-Saint, and had struck out with anger, so she was worried about Su Yan’s safety.
But a translucent palm pressed her back.
Baijiu appeared beside her and pressed her back.
Shaking his head toward her.
At this moment, Li Daochen, did not use his Sub-Saint cultivation.
Between the two of them, it was still a battle of the Sword Dao.
Of course, Li Daoduan, was thinking that he could decapitate Su Yan with just the third grade of the Earth Order’s Folding Plum Sword Intent Transformation alone.
If he used his cultivation, it would instead be detrimental to his reputation.
The truth seemed to be the same.
When one’s sword intent reached the Xuan rank, it could be transformed from a heart creature into a substantial sword qi.
The sword qi that Li Daochen had condensed was crimson in color, resembling a wandering red scow.
Among the sword qi, it definitely belongs to the upper class!
Just in the nick of time.
Su Yan pointed out a finger.
Snorting ……
The sound of air being frozen spread rapidly.
The cold air was rampant and frost filled the sky, even if they were tens of feet away from each other, a layer of frost was shrouded between the beard and hair of the crowd.
The sword qi was like a needle, seeping into the orifices, and the sword qi was like a wave, like a mountain pressing down.
The red auger collapsed and the plum branches snapped.
Li Daochen could not stop trembling.
Impossible!
Li Daodun looked at the sword intent that rolled wildly like a river of ice in front of him, almost splitting his liver and gall.
He was certain that Su Yan had likewise not utilized his Martial Origin.
This sword qi was purely transformed by sword intent.
However, the glacier of sword qi in front of him was more than ten times more voluminous than the Red Jiao that he had transformed with his Folding Plum Sword Intent.
“Ah!”
Under great horror, Li Daochen could not think of anything else.
Behind him, a wheel of nine-colored light composed of countless sword blades suddenly appeared.
Earth Rank Sixth Grade Heavenly Symbol, Nine-Colored Heavenly Sword Wheel.
The aura climbed up in knots.
The martial source surged, and the nine-colored sword qi instantly wrapped his entire body.
At the last moment, Li Daochen, had to use his cultivation at the Sub-Saint realm.
Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to survive under that glacier of sword qi.
“Boom!”
Under the gazes of the crowd who didn’t dare to believe.
That Autumn Frost Sword Qi, which was condensed by sword intent alone, actually cut through six layers of Li Daochun’s defense before dissipating.
This was, however, the defense of a Sub-Saint!
The Nine-Colored Heavenly Sword Wheel, had a total of nine layers. Normally, the full force of a Martial King’s strike would not be able to shake the first layer at all.
Although he had saved his life, Li Daochun’s hands were trembling.
He raised his hands, wanting to gather his sword intent again.
However, he realized that it could not be done.
At this moment, Li Daochen could no longer help but realize that he no longer had the courage to draw his sword when facing Su Yan.
No matter how much Li Daodun’s veins popped and his face swelled red, his sword heart, he could no longer condense a trace of sword intent.
At this moment, Li Daodun was confused.
The disciples of Hidden Sword Mountain were also confused.
The only one who felt that everything was as expected was Bai Jue.
“Today, if he doesn’t die, in this life, I will probably not be able to hold a sword.”
Li Daoduan stared at Su Yan.
Even though, doing so would make him lose his reputation.
However, at this moment, the anger was so great that he could no longer think about that much.
Perhaps, by beheading this son and blocking the news, he could still redeem himself.
The Nine-Colored Heavenly Sword Wheel reappeared.
However, the arrangement of the colors was the exact opposite of the last time.
Instead, it had shifted from defense, to attack and punishment.
However.
Just in the blink of an eye, he had the intention to kill.
From the void, a terrifying and terrifying pressure suddenly arose.
Whether it was his body, the heavenly image of the Nine-colored Heavenly Sword Wheel, or the divine ability he was preparing to strike, all of them were crushed to smithereens under this pressure.
At that moment, there was a “thud”.
Li Daochen’s knees went limp and he knelt down.
At this time, he only felt that his shoulders seemed to press two heavy mountains, around the body of the martial arts source seems to be solidified in general, make all the force of nine oxen and two tigers, actually can not straighten up the knees.
Li Daochen was confused.
Hidden Sword Mountain disciples were also confused.
The sights of everyone followed the direction from which that wave of mighty pressure came from.
However, they saw that as far as the eye could see, it was as empty as the wild.
“Hmph, if Grandma White doesn’t show herself, you and the others won’t be able to see it even if your eyes are glazed over.” Baijiu sneered.
She was furious, Su Yan was her future Sword Emperor disciple.
If he died, how could she, Bai Su, still be an Imperial Master?
The many Hidden Sword Mountain disciples also realized it.
To be able to suppress the Sub-Saint realm’s Li Daochen with just a wisp of breath, there, there was bound to be a Saint standing there.
“Saint!” Li Daodun’s face was like gold paper.
He didn’t expect that beside Su Yan, there was even a Saint protecting him.
In the current world, if one could produce a saint, it would be at least a great power at the level of a Third Grade Holy Land.
Could it be that he came from the other three Sword Dao Ancestral Courts.
For a moment, Li Daochen’s face was ashen.
Since, Su Yan was surrounded by saints protecting the Dao, that also meant that it was impossible for him to leave Su Yan behind.
His defeat would spread throughout the entire Shi Yuan Realm.
Li Daochen, who had no two swords within the same rank, would have his Dao destroyed with a single sword by a Martial King who was several realms lower than him.
Li Daodun could imagine that with himself as a stepping stone, he would definitely be able to prop this person up to the heavens.
(End of Chapter)