Chapter 778 Cheng Letian

In Cheng Letian's black and white eyes, a picture of the battle between the gods and the gods is reflected, which can make people jaw-dropping.

The two figures were crisscrossed between the sea of ​​clouds and the heavens and the earth, shuttled freely, one carrying an ancient sword, and the other with a pair of metal sword wings, and the two sides were fiercely dividing and closing.

There was a snow-white sword energy that cut through the clouds, a dense sword light swept across the sky, and a flying knife came swiftly, and the golden light exploded with a deafening noise. The most striking thing was the collision of the two figures as they traveled through the air. In an instant, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the invisible air waves blew away the clouds, and the sword fragments shot fiercely.

The intensity is far greater than any secular war, and the gorgeousness is more than three points than any storyteller.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

"Boom!"

"Cheng!! Chi!..."

All kinds of voices continued to come to this side, accompanied by shouting and excited shouts, some came from these two people, and some came from other people.

"Haha! Happy!"

"Brother Dan Chenzi, come on!"

"Xuexin, you're going to lose the bet."

Yes, around the two of them in the battle, there were many people flying in the air as if they were watching the battle, and among them were the two just now.

"Is this a fairy?"

Cheng Letian murmured to himself, and suddenly opened his eyes wide. As the two got closer and closer, she suddenly saw their figures clearly: "It turned out to be the two of them!"

Anyang had glimpsed this figure long ago, and he was slightly surprised. Because although Cheng Letian also went to Shushan in the plot, the time definitely does not match the present. It is estimated that it was his intervention that made Cheng Letian not go to Shushan to apprentice immediately, but delayed some time because of certain things.

But at this time, he didn't have time to pay attention to these matters, but concentrated on fighting against Dan Chenzi while reminding him.

"Do you feel it, every sword light has life."

"But it's not controlled by Yuanshen!"

"...Although the primordial spirit is dexterous, it is ultimately limited. Only the sword art runes I mentioned a few days ago can continue to accumulate and grow, and have infinite power of control."

"Have you felt the burst of power?"

Seemingly distracted to speak, but he did not fall behind.

Dan Chenzi conservatively estimates that he has more than 300 years of Taoism. Even if the Taoism in the world of "Shushan Biography" does not directly match the world of Shenzhou, he is not weak.

Besides, the two of them are trying to maintain a balance, so no matter who is stronger or weaker, and how big the gap is, in this competition for advice and improvement, there will be no winner or loser.

If he really wants to say it, even if Anyang tries his best to suppress his own strength, due to his master-level cold weapon proficiency and fighting proficiency, as well as his keen reaction and insight, he will appear a lot easier in the battle between the two, especially When he added a few auxiliary spells and spells to himself, it was basically like turning on perspective when playing CS.

Every move of Dan Chenzi turned into slow motion, including the trajectory of the flying knife and the golden light. He could predict it in advance with a little calculation, resulting in an almost invincible position.

Suddenly, a sword light was blasted out by Dan Chenzi, and the sword light swirled and slashed abruptly on the cliff where Cheng Letian was.

"laugh!"

A deep crack appeared on the mountain wall.

A lot of gravel and dust fell one after another, just falling on Cheng Letian's head, making her unsteady for a while.

"Ahhh!!"

Cheng Letian's hands were unsteady for a while, his eyes were hurt by the dust stabbing again, his already tired body was overwhelmed, the soles of his feet slipped, and his whole body fell backwards.

Suddenly, another bright sword light lasing came.

"Shoot!...Hey!"

Jianguang steadily passed through the clothes on her shoulders, but didn't hurt her skin, and nailed it to the mountain wall so hard that it almost drowned.

Cheng Letian was immediately nailed to the cliff wall.

But how sharp the sword light is, and the phantom sword made of this mana has the 'severe attribute', her coarse cloth clothes can't support it soon, and there are signs of cracking.

At this time, several flying knives shot at them.

"Chichichi!"

One of the flying knives nailed the clothes on her left shoulder, and the other two were shot in parallel under her feet, almost sticking to the soles of the shoes and inserted into the stone wall, making her stand on the surface of the flying knives.

Cheng Letian managed to stabilize his body, turned his head and wanted to say thank you loudly, but saw that the two seemed to ignore her at all, and were still fighting fiercely for themselves. It seems that the rescue to her just now was just casually done between the battles. When it was completed, she didn't even look at her, and the battle was farther and farther away.

In a blink of an eye, the two flew from the left side of the cliff to the right, gradually blurring into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, making it impossible to see clearly.

Cheng Letian just took a breath, gritted his teeth and prepared to continue climbing, and then heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, and when he looked back, he saw hundreds of figures flying away with mighty swords.

These people were like comets piercing the night sky one after another, and she couldn't even see their figures, but she could feel someone turning their heads to look at her. There was curiosity in those eyes, but no one stopped to help her.

Hurry away, go further and further.

"hateful!"

Cheng Letian knew that these people were all there to watch the battle, and they dared not approach the two, but they were equally high and mighty, not within his reach.

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After a long time, the cliff finally ended.

When she landed on the flat ground, Cheng Letian lifted her dirty sleeves to wipe the sweat and felt tired all over, but she was not discouraged at all, but raised her head high and looked forward.

There is a broad thousand-step stone stair leading to a splendid hall, like a golden light, shining eyes.

There are also magnificent architectural bridges around the Golden Summit, as well as floating mountain peaks. There are wooden attic pavilions on the peaks, and some are connected by arched stone bridges. No matter how good a storyteller is, they can't describe such an inexhaustible scenery.

Cheng Letian was stunned and swallowed again.

She had never imagined that there would be such an immortal palace on the top of a mountain that mortals could not climb.

After a pause, she took a step forward and staggered towards the thousand stone steps.

Behind her is a thousand-foot abyss, almost vertical, without any road. The sea of ​​​​clouds churned behind her, and the setting sun, which was almost dusk, hung on the horizon, casting golden waves on the clouds, and circles of halo visible to the naked eye emerged on the opposite mountain, as magnificent as her eyes, but she did not look back.

She was thirsty and tired, but her eyes were only forward.

Under the reflection of the tall building, the road ahead seemed to be not far, but it was extraordinarily long. She walked over with difficulty, and began to climb the stairs again, going up step by step.

Until she knelt on the stone steps with a bang: "I must succeed in apprenticeship, I must succeed in apprenticeship..."

The palace is quiet and deep, and the stone steps are spacious and empty.

Not long after, there were bursts of whistling in the sky, and meteors came back from afar and slammed down below the stone steps. These people, in groups of two or three, walked upstairs talking and laughing.

"It's wonderful!"

"What do you think of Anyang's high Daoism! I think he seems to be a bit more powerful than the senior brother."

"That's not necessarily, isn't there a winner?"

"It's not a real fight, what is the outcome!"

"That's right."

These people talked and passed by her, but they ignored Cheng Letian's meaning and walked straight up.

Naturally someone discovered her, but she didn't show any sign of it, at most she just exclaimed——

"Hey, there's someone here."

"Don't worry about it, let's go."

"okay!"

Cheng Letian did not look sideways, staring straight ahead.

In fact, she was also listening to the conversations of these people silently, and from this she knew that the battle of the fairy gods just now was over.

It seems... there is no winner or loser!

After a second thought, she calmed down and concentrated.

"I must succeed in apprenticeship..."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps stopped beside her, and she felt a figure standing beside her, blocking the afterglow of the setting sun, and the shadow fell on top of her.

Cheng Letian raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the person he met on the cliff. He still had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were full of interest.

"Climb up?"

The man asked mildly tentatively.

Cheng Letian almost vomited blood, but he didn't dare to yell nonsense, so he turned his head and continued to read the proverb: "I must succeed in my apprenticeship, I must succeed in apprenticeship..."

But her words were suddenly interrupted by Duan Lei: "I see that you are reciting something, who do you want to be your teacher?"

Cheng Letian raised his head: "Of course I worship the gods on this mountain as my teacher! I want to learn fairy magic!"

Duan Lei smiled, and still said gently: "Then you ignore me. I am the person in charge of teaching the disciples on this mountain."

"Ah?" Cheng Letian raised his head in surprise, swallowed again quickly, intuition that his throat was already dry, "Since this is the case, can I worship here to practice?"

"Come in here?" Duan Lei chuckled, "You should get up first, then drink some water."

It was only then that Cheng Letian discovered that Duan Lei was carrying a water bottle in his hand, which was made from a bamboo tube and had a hole on the top.

She stood up immediately, not being particular about it, took the kettle and began to gulp down, gurgling.

Duan Lei still looked at her with a smile.

Fate seems to have brought them together.

But it is normal to think about it. Cheng Letian was born in the military of Xishu and worshipped the strong. After seeing Anyang, Danchenzi, and Xuantianzong, he was bound to have a longing for cultivation.

Duan Lei was in charge of teaching his disciples on this mountain.

They are bound to meet.

After a while, Cheng Letian drank the last drop of water in the kettle, poured it down, stuck out his tongue to catch the last few drops, and then handed the kettle back to Duan Lei, saying, "Can I worship today and learn from the sky? The two who fought are the teachers?"

Duan Lei: "..."

After a while, he reacted.

"One of the two is the chief senior brother of my Mount Emei, who doesn't accept disciples, and there is another person who can't be regarded as my Mount Emei, and I don't know him very well."

"Then help me ask!"

Cheng Letian was still full of longing.

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