Han Chen's gaze was sharp and full of anticipation." As long as I master this Hundred-step Flying Sword, I'm confident that I can defeat a Houtian second-stage or even a Houtian third-stage expert!”
In the future, it would be a fantasy for the strength of a heaven first stage to shake a Houtian third stage.
If the people of Jianghu heard this, they would probably treat it as a joke.
However, Han Chen was not joking because he was facing the Hundred-step Flying Sword!
"Ding…congratulations to the host for mastering the tenth grade absolute art, Hundred Steps Flying Sword.”
Only at the entry level?
How could this display the brilliance of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword?
"I have to strengthen my cultivation and raise my realm as soon as possible.”
Swoosh--
Han Chen suddenly unsheathed his sword and made a hand seal.
Han Chen pushed the Emei Nine Yang Skill and the Immortal Seal to their limits. The young man's aura soared. White mist rose above his head, and the air blew. His clothes rustled, and the grass swayed.
The sword had yet to be drawn, but the sword aura had already appeared, and the surrounding sand and stones were already flying.
Han Chen opened his legs and pointed his sword at the starry sky. His fingertips slowly swept across the spine of the sword from bottom to top. Surging Genuine Qi poured into it, and the sword suddenly trembled. It buzzed and vibrated continuously.
"Hundred-step flying sword, attack!"
Whoosh!
The sword flew out of his hand and turned into a cold light. It shot forward and nailed itself onto a big tree. The sword was half an inch deep, and the hilt was still shaking.
He quickly walked over and pulled out his sword.
Han Chen shook his head and frowned.”
"Again!"
Whoosh!
The long sword turned into a cold light once again and shot out. The sword momentum was sharp, and with a bang, it pierced through the trunk of the tree and nailed it to the tree behind it.
"The power of this sword is not bad, but it is far from enough.”
"Again!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the bright moon, Han Chen practiced the Hundred-step Flying Sword. Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times. It was as if he did not know fatigue. He forgot time and rest. He controlled the sword again and again.
Time passed quickly, and two months passed in the blink of an eye.
For two whole months, Han Chen cultivated diligently like a madman. He destroyed countless pine trees, ancient cypresses, and mountain rocks.
The western peak of Emei was in a mess. There were sword marks everywhere, as if it had been baptized by a storm of sword blades.
Sincerity can break gold and stone.
Thanks to his crazy training, Han Chen's understanding of the Hundred-step Flying Sword had reached a new level.
However, the Hundred-step Flying Sword's power was getting stronger and stronger, and it had already reached a terrifying level. These weapons forged by blacksmiths could no longer meet the requirements of the Hundred-step Flying Sword.
In the past two months, Han Chen had wasted dozens of swords.
On this day, the morning light was faint and the forest was quiet.
Han Chen's hair was disheveled, and he looked elegant and aloof. He was naked, and his bronze skin was strong and powerful. His sharp eyes were like two cold bolts of lightning.
In his hand was a longsword with many wounds.
The long sword flashed with a faint light, becoming more and more intense until it was as cold as frost, bone-chilling.
Within a hundred steps, the sword qi was sharp and fierce, mercilessly destroying everything. The leaves rustled and fell, the strong grass was broken, and the fallen leaves fluttered like the autumn wind.
"Hundred-step flying sword, kill!"
Roar!
A dragon's roar resounded through the forest, startling countless birds.
Han Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold. The sword in his hand turned into a cold light and flew out in an instant.
The sword radiance streaked across the night sky like a shooting star. It was dazzling, swift, and fierce. It was like a bolt of lightning, like a rainbow crossing the sky. It was unstoppable and destroyed everything.
At the same time, Han Chen's men flew out.
Han Chen, who was showing off his abilities, seemed to have turned into a sword, a divine sword that could slash through the world and sweep across the world.
Man and strength, heart and Qi, Qi and sword, man and sword as one!
This sword was flawless and flawless. It was extremely dazzling, the sword qi was extremely sharp, and the speed was extremely fast!
Boom!
A huge rock carved by wind and rain was suddenly struck by the sword Qi.
The giant rock shattered into pieces.
The sword shook the void and turned it into dust!
It was as if this boulder had never existed. Only the stone fragments scattered all over the ground told of its existence.
"Ding…congratulations to host, the Hundred Steps Flying Sword has reached perfection!”
"Ding! You have completed the task of bitter cultivation. You are rewarded with points 200!”
Perfect!
The power of the hundred-step flying sword had increased greatly!
"After months of bitter cultivation, I finally got what I wanted. It was all worth it.”
The dust settled and Han Chen appeared.
" This is the Hundred-step Flying Sword that I want!"”
From the beginning, he had just started, and then he had reached the small success stage, and then the big success stage, all the way until today's perfection stage. In the past two months, Han Chen had put in a lot of sweat.
However, the sword in his hand had already turned into pieces of metal on the ground.
The Hundred-step Flying Sword was an unprecedented sword technique that could not be performed by an ordinary iron sword. Now that Han Chen had reached perfection, every time he used it in the future, he would probably destroy an iron sword.
"I've finally reached perfection. Next, I'll have to consolidate my strength.”
Consolidating one's cultivation was not like breaking through a bottleneck. One did not need to worry about being disturbed, nor did one need to spend too much time. It only needed a few hours, and it would be done once and for all. One would forever remain at the perfected realm.
Han Chen immediately sat down cross-legged.
He used his heart to comprehend and consolidate his Sword Dao cultivation.
"What's that sound?"
Suddenly, Han Chen opened his eyes and frowned.""Someone's here? These footsteps aren't Zhiruo's."
In the next moment, a woman appeared in front of him.
"Young Sect Leader, I have something to report. Do you have time?”
Ding Minjun cupped her fists and said respectfully.
"What is it?" Han Chen frowned and asked.”
Han Chen was displeased to be interrupted while he was consolidating his swordsmanship. Ding Minjun had come at the right time. In fact, after the lesson from the morning exercise, Ding Minjun had become much more restrained. At least, Han Chen had never heard of her bullying her fellow disciples.
Now, she was even more respectful. It seemed that she was not a stupid person.
"Young Sect Master!"
Ding Minjun did not dare to be impudent and quickly said,"Kong Xing, the divine monk of Shaolin Temple, has brought a few Shaolin disciples to visit Mount Emei. It seems that they want to discuss the matter of crusading against the Demonic Sect. Now that Master is in seclusion, please go to the guest hall to preside over the overall situation.”
Kongxing Divine Monk?
The one who forced Zhang Cuishan and his wife to death?
These Shaolin baldies were full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality. None of them were good.
" Hmph!" Han Chen snorted." I'm not free. Let them wait!"”
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