Chapter 1388 Copper Furnace Peak, the Highest versus the Highest!
"Sure enough..."
Such a sword-testing contest full of chilling antiquity is not comparable to the chaotic fire fighting of local sects. This is the way of negotiation in the upper class of the cultivation world!
Seeing this situation, Li Yao couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart: "A group of psychopaths!"
This way of doing it seems to be very regular, very old-fashioned, clean and neat, and even has a kind of tragic beauty.
However, if one can cultivate to the middle level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, one is considered a one-in-a-million elite in a society no matter what!
If the elites of the entire society die so boringly, how can this society progress?
Li Yao couldn't help but think of those cultivators who sacrificed their lives in the outbreak of the beast horde.
Death can be lighter than a feather, or heavier than a neutron star. Compared with such absurd and ridiculous death methods in the ancient Xiu world, Li Yao still feels that the way of modern civilization's fall is more worthy of a hard training!
He sighed softly, and continued towards his destination, the Copper Furnace Peak of Bairen Mountain.
Tonglu Peak is a very strange mountain.
There are hundreds of sharp rocks protruding into the sky like knives, guns and halberds, but there is a deeply sunken flat ground in the middle, which looks like a huge crater and a super refining furnace.
As long as an enchantment is set up on the top to isolate the overflow of spiritual energy, the outside world will not be able to spy on what is going on inside.
Therefore, this peak has been meticulously constructed by dozens of generations of Ziji Sword Sect, creating a top-secret sword testing field. Anyone who wants to test the power of any secret magical weapons or ancient treasures will do so. Send it to Copper Furnace Peak for execution.
Today is the rare day that Tonglufeng is open to all major sects in the world.
Because, there is an unprecedented peak duel, which will be held here!
The battle between Jianzhi Yanliren and Tie Shengqi Zhongdao is said to be the most exciting battle since the two old monsters who transformed into gods both shattered the void and disappeared in the duel a hundred years ago.
The most important figures in the entire comprehension world, those giants who have shocked the world and dominated one side, all gathered here to watch the decisive battle between the two masters!
And Li Yao wants to break into the core cultivation circle of the ancient holy world in the shortest possible time, establish his own brand of "Old Wu Nan", so as to participate in major events that can influence the trend of the ancient holy world, this is the best way , even the only chance!
"Qi Zhongdao, Yan Liren..."
Li Yao's eyes were shining brightly, the green dot between his brows was about to move, and the thorns formed by the condensed fighting spirit were released in all directions again.
It's not that he is modest, he thinks that he can represent the highest combat power of the three modern cultivation worlds of Tianyuan, Blood Demon and Feixing.
Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren are the highest combat power in this ancient world!
The highest against the highest, what kind of bright sparks can they collide with?
Li Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, before it slipped into the stomach, it was evaporated by the boiling blood.
Full of fighting spirit and deep anticipation, he headed towards the Copper Furnace Peak.
Tonglu Peak is like the stars holding the moon, set off by high mountains, and there is no mountain road or chain connection between the mountains. If you want to reach Tonglu Peak, you can either drive a flying sword, or step on a jade plate, or take a Cranes, golden eagles, giant eagles and other spiritual beasts and birds.
The peak duel between Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren is naturally not something that any cat or dog can watch.
Members of the Ziji Sword Sect had long set up sword formations and restrictions around Tonglu Peak.
The colorful sword aura and the sword light that shot straight into the sky surrounded the entire mountain so tightly that not a single human hair or even a single thought could fly in.
Only dignitaries with a reputation in the cultivation world can go in to watch the ceremony. Some suzerains and heads of small households are not qualified for this, and can only look forward to it under the Tonglu Peak.
Of course, there are also some monks who come from remote areas, especially the barbaric lands. First, they are tough by nature and don’t follow the rules; The catastrophe is imminent, and it is a great opportunity for them to take the opportunity to rise and become famous.
Therefore, regardless of the strict formation of the members of Ziji Sword Sect, they actually wanted to force their way in.
As a result, it was natural that he got a bad nose, and even lost an arm and broken a leg, so he knew how powerful he was.
When Li Yao came, thousands of monks had already gathered at the foot of Tonglu Peak.
On the opposite side are thousands of Swordsman Ling Xiao of the Ziji Sword Sect, standing tall in the void, with their long swords slowly flowing around them, like a silent forest of steel.
Howling like a pig was heard from the crowd.
However, there were more than a dozen casual cultivators who had just come from overseas fairy mountains. Relying on their status as returnees, they wanted to forcibly break into the sword formation of Ziji Sword Sect, but they were slapped back fiercely.
I don't know what supernatural powers are hidden in the sword array of Ziji Sword Sect. These people can't see the slightest wound on the surface, not even a small blood spot poked by an embroidery needle, but they have been invaded by the sword energy and endured thousands of cuts. as painful.
They couldn't bear it anymore, and they couldn't care less about being watched by everyone. They rolled all over the ground and howled repeatedly.
After they howled for half a stick of incense, several Ziji Sword Sect members stepped forward, held their sword hilts upside down, and slammed on them.
"Puff puff puff puff," the dozen or so returnees were spitting black blood from their mouths, their faces were all pale, and they couldn't speak a single word, how could they dare to make a mistake?
Among the onlookers, there were still a few newborn calves and unruly people who wanted to try the might of the Ziji Sword Sect's sword formation—even if they couldn't get in, if they could hold out in the sword formation for a while, If he can escape unscathed, wouldn't he be famous and known to the whole world?
Seeing a few unlucky ghosts still hunched over like shrimps and looking extremely embarrassed, these newborn calves looked at each other with ashen faces, secretly glad that they hadn't been impulsive just now.
With his hands on his back, Li Yao walked towards the crowd without hurrying.
There seemed to be a shadowless and invisible oil film all over his body, making him gently squeeze into the crowd like a loach.
When he came to the place where some unlucky ghosts were rolling, he stepped over them without raising his eyelids.
"you--"
Many monks looked at Li Yao with strange and inexplicable eyes.
The Vulture Master played by Li Yao more or less has the appearance of a barbarian in the Southwest, which is slightly different from the monks in the Central Plains.
Moreover, he traveled all the way, inspecting the local customs and customs, and he was wearing a gray robe without any spirit pattern or logo, which was already tattered and severely worn.
Li Yao maintained the good habits from the modern civilization of comprehension, and restrained his spiritual energy so that it was not leaked, roughly keeping it at the initial stage of the foundation building period.
This can be regarded as his "standby state", which can maximize the endurance combat capability.
This is something that monks from the ancient holy world are not used to.
Because of the relatively strong spiritual energy here, except for a few odd-tempered aliens, such as the "strange saint" in "The Three Great Saints" called Huazi Ba Xiaoyu, ordinary cultivators seldom hide their realms by a large margin. It's about letting out power and showing strength.
Especially in this kind of big scene where swords are on the verge of breaking out and heroes are fighting for the top, each one of them is showing off their power like a peacock spreading their tails, lest they weaken their own limelight and attract others' coveted and challenged hearts.
Seeing that Li Yao was just an immature and ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, but swaggering towards the Ziji Sword Formation, everyone couldn't help being surprised.
"Look, what is that barbarian going to do?"
"Haha, another reckless man who doesn't know good and bad, and doesn't know the rules, I'm afraid he also wants to suffer from the Ziji Sword Formation!"
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, we didn't go up, and this kid actually wants to go up? Did he eat the bear's heart and leopard courage, or didn't have long eyes, didn't he see these people lying on the ground?"
"Don't worry about it, he's just a savage, let him hit his head and break his blood, let's all have a good time!"
These monks from the Central Plains have a bit of contempt for the barbarian monks who come from foreign barbarians and play tricks.
Moreover, they all heard that most of the barbarian monks are narrow-minded, they must retaliate, and they have all kinds of vicious methods. Even if they are not good at cultivation, they are extremely difficult to deal with.
It is also very good to let this barbarian suffer a great loss and hold a grudge against Ziji Sword Sect.
At the moment, many people are winking, using what they think is a wonderful "sound transmission into secret" magical power to gather the sound waves into a thread, and there is a lot of discussion.
On the surface, everyone smiled and nodded at Li Yao, and even took the initiative to part ways, and made a "please" gesture to let Li Yao go forward to die.
Li Yao didn't even bother to yawn at these shrimp soldiers and crab generals. He walked to the front of the Ziji Sword Formation as if no one else was there, and glanced at the leader, Jianxiu.
"Hey, this reckless barbarian dares to provoke Wu Jiuxing of the 'Ben Lei Sword'! Really reckless!"
"Ha, it's a good show to watch. I really don't know where such a ghost appeared in the corner of the mountain. Who is his master? He hasn't taught him to be a man with his tail between his legs when he enters the dignified world of Dagan cultivation?"
Behind Li Yao, many monks continued to transmit sound transmissions, almost laughing out loud.
The face of "Ben Lei Sword" Wu Jiuxing was a sword cultivator at the alchemy stage, tall and burly, with beards and swords, and a big face like a millstone, with a black iron plate and two red bull's eyes. It looks like two burning red charcoal balls inlaid on the iron plate.
Behind it was a giant sword, the size of a door panel, and it was no different from an axe.
Seeing Li Yao walking swaggeringly, Wu Jiuxing's bull's eyes enlarged instantly, and even his breathing became heavy, all the muscles in his body tensed up!
Thousands of swordsmen behind him also noticed Li Yao, and the sword array that was originally tightly stitched became a little scattered.
"Ben Leijian is going to be furious, good guy, I don't know whether to break dozens of bones in this kid, or just take off one of his arms?"
Many onlookers waited eagerly, even the dozen or so returnee monks who were rolling all over the floor and humming, unconsciously held their breath, waiting for Li Yao to be slapped back.
People have this kind of mentality. When they are unlucky, they always hope that someone who is ten times more unlucky than themselves will appear, which is a little consolation.
However, Wu Jiuxing, the infamous "Ben Lei Sword" quickly glanced at the ordinary, unmarked wooden plaque on Li Yao's waist, and finally confirmed his identity.
Immediately afterwards, the thick, furry arms raised high, signaling to his subordinates, and with a "crash", thousands of swordsmen in the sky with their helmets knocked off their armor were neatly arranged, as if they were one person, and gave a deep gift to Li Yao!
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Something happened today, only two updates.
After some calculations, 290,000 words have been updated throughout August, which is the first time in recent months that the target of 300,000 words per month has not been reached.
Where to start, at the end of July, my wife's physical examination revealed a disease with a scary-sounding name, and both of them must be a little depressed.
I spent almost all of August running to the hospital. Fortunately, the operation was successful and the biopsy came out without any problems. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and thank you for your concern and blessings at that time.
I hope that I can spend more time in September and devote myself to the world of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation". The background of the ancient world is basically introduced, and it should be more and more exciting in the future. Please continue to look forward to it, because I I am looking forward to it, the legendary ancient and modern war!