Chapter 32 Sword Emperor Comes East (2)

The cracks are tens of thousands of meters long, tens of meters wide, and five kilometers deep. Every piece of rock is as smooth as a mirror, with no grass growing, and is shrouded in extremely strong sword energy fluctuations.

In the air, every inch is filled with astonishing fluctuations of sword energy, as if it can tear everything apart.

Chen Zongmai walked, seemingly wandering, but in fact, he was watching the direction of the sword energy with the black pupil of the first layer of ghostly sense, and carefully felt it.

The fluctuation of the sword energy here is indeed more than ten times that of the thousand-meter gap before, but after some research, Chen Zong felt that the help to him was not strong, it was negligible, probably because of his high level of swordsmanship .

After about a moment, Chen Zong flew up again and left the crack.

not enough!

The remaining kendo breath is still not enough.

The black pupils of the first level of Youjue swept across their gaze, and wisps of sharp aura continued to diffuse in one direction, as if they were a source.

With a slight movement in Chen Zong's heart, Tianfeng Wuxiang body technique was used to the extreme, and the domain of the heart also covered a radius of a kilometer, so that he could better discover the cracks in space that may appear anytime and anywhere.

Follow the source of the sword energy continuously, the further you go, the more obvious the fluctuation of the sword energy will be.

Out of the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of cracks appearing in the mountain, one after another, which seemed to be irregular.

Suddenly, as if Fulin was heartbroken, Chen Zong paused, the gloomy light in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he stared down.

There are cracks scattered in a criss-cross pattern, ranging from hundreds of meters in length to tens of thousands of meters in length, densely packed, like the scars of a mountain, shocking.

I saw Chen Zong's whole body trembling slightly, and traces of extremely sharp aura burst out, and Shen Ye's sword was unsheathed, but the jet-black sword light seemed to slash through the darkness like a ray of morning light, permeating the charm of opening up the world.

cut!

Swinging the blade, the sword light cut down in an instant, and the pitch-black light tore through the void, killing with unparalleled power.

In an instant, the pitch-black sword light seemed to shatter and explode, turning into streaks of sword energy and cutting down in the air.

In an instant, jet-black sword lights cut into the many cracks in the mountain, as if matching them.

One sword after another was swung, and the jet-black sword energy continued to slash, and gradually, a mysterious trajectory diffused out.

It seems that Chen Zong is reproducing the sword that split the mountain by the most powerful swordsman in ancient times, but there is a gap of hundreds of thousands of miles in terms of power.

Swinging swords several times in a row, Chen Zongruo gained something, but he seemed to be missing something, which seemed to be a core and an opportunity.

It seems to have gained something, but there is no feeling of gain.

Chen Zong knew that he was not without gains, but the gains were not directly reflected, and turned into a kind of accumulation and precipitation.

Following the traces of swordsmanship in the void, Chen Zong continued to move forward.

The breath became stronger and stronger, and the trajectory became clearer.

Gradually, Chen Zong saw a dark and deep crack.

The crack, like a scar on the earth, seemed to divide this mountain into two, and Chen Zong was shocked.

That crack is not tens of thousands of meters, but hundreds of thousands of meters long, hundreds of meters wide, and the depth is unknown.

The extremely intense kendo breath fluctuates out of it continuously, sometimes like an aurora piercing through the sky, sometimes like a storm sweeping through the vast void, sometimes like a raging tide surging, sometimes like the mighty water of a long river rushing endlessly.

Immediately, the sword energy seemed to turn into a bird shaking its wings, flying across the sky, and like a beast moving its limbs, galloping across the earth.

Visions are diverse and mysterious.

When the vision diffused into the distance, it dissipated just now, turning into wisps of sword energy and drifting away with the wind.

Chen Zong's eyes were shining brightly.

It really is an excellent place to study swordsmanship, and you can feel countless mysteries before entering it.

If you enter it, the mystery will only become more intense.

In the distance, several beams of sword light flew past at an astonishingly sharp speed, as if a heavenly sword was flying across the sky, passing not far from Chen Zong, and quickly falling to the bottom of the crack like meteors.

Chen Zong also heard their voices talking, and based on his own understanding, he deduced a lot of information.

It turned out that this huge crack, named Wanli Sword Scar, was the largest sword scar in Wanri Mountain, also known as the main sword scar. It was slashed by the sword of the most powerful person in the holy realm with all his strength.

Xuanyuanjie’s records on Shangyuanjie are relatively limited. After all, it’s not from this realm and it’s a long time ago. Chen Zong didn’t deliberately look up the classics, because he just passed through Shangyuanjie, and Taixuanjie was the destination. Chen Zong's understanding of Shangyuan Realm is not much, and it is very one-sided.

Wan Lie Mountain belongs to the Shangyuan Realm, and as a practitioner of the Shangyuan Realm, he should have a deeper and more detailed understanding of it.

The reason why Wan Lie Mountain is called Wan Lie Mountain is not only what Chen Zong learned. The mountain is named after thousands of cracks. The Splitting Sword Master once sniped the army of void demons here, beheaded countless void demons, and even killed a god-level powerhouse of void demons here.

But in order to kill that god-level void demon, the Sword Master of Myriad Cracks burned his own energy and energy, and just now he sent out a powerful sword to kill it, leaving this huge crack hundreds of thousands of meters long.

After that, the Sword Master of Ten Thousand Cracks also fell.

This Ten Thousand Cracks sword mark was split by the most powerful peak sword issued by the Ten Thousand Cracks Sword Master in ancient times who burned his energy, blood and soul. It has an astonishing will imprinted in it, and it lasts forever. To survive, to be immortal.

Every moment, there will be sword masters from the Shangyuan Realm coming from afar, entering the Ten Thousand Cracks Sword Mark, to visit this amazing miracle left from ancient times, and at the same time, to comprehend the Ten Thousand Cracks Sword Master The imprint and kendo will left by a sword in a lifetime proves itself.

Many kendo masters often gain something, and they have improved so much in the kendo, and their reputation spread far and wide.

If you want to meet some strong swordsmen, you can also come here.

Chen Zong moved and began to fall.

The endless sword energy seemed to turn into a roaring storm, raging like a hurricane, as if it wanted to tear Chen Zong into pieces.

This kind of power would be extremely difficult for an ordinary fifth-level Saint Realm to resist with all their strength. At least one must have the strength of an ordinary sixth-level Saint Realm to be able to completely resist it.

This level of sword energy alone is enough to block those below the middle stage of the Holy Realm, making it difficult for them to step into it, unless there is some defensive secret treasure, which can resist the invasion of sword energy.

The sword energy turned into a storm and raged like thunder and fire. Although it was extremely tyrannical, it was nothing to Chen Zong.

Chen Zong can easily resist the power brought by the Qi training at the limit of the seventh level of the Holy Realm or the body training at the middle stage of the eighth level of the Mixed Heaven Realm.

Countless storms of sword energy impacted on Chen Zong's body, as if they were about to shatter Chen Zong's body, but they shattered one after another.

fall!

Keep falling!

The power of the sword qi storm also continued to increase accordingly, and it would be very reluctant to use the full force of the ordinary sixth-level holy realm, and only the strong in the late stage of the holy realm can deal with it calmly.

Ten thousand meters!

This huge crack of hundreds of thousands of meters that traverses Wanri Mountain, as if dividing Wanri Mountain in two, is fully 10,000 meters deep.

You must know that when a sword cuts down and splits the mountain, the further you go down, the power will continue to be consumed, and the cracks will be slower and smaller, and eventually when the power is exhausted, it will be powerless and collapse.

The difference between 3,000 meters and 10,000 meters seems to be two or three times, but the power required is more than a hundred times, even hundreds of times, or even more than a thousand times, which is extremely amazing.

With a depth of 10,000 meters, it feels like entering the depths of the ground. When his feet step on the ground, Chen Zong can feel the hardness and ice cold.

It was extremely hard and very scary. Chen Zong stomped his feet and tried it a little, and found that the hardness of the ground was comparable to a first-grade holy weapon.

In other words, it would be difficult to cause any damage to this place with an ordinary attack at the beginning of the Saint Realm.

As for the level of the Transcendent Realm, one would be directly shocked to death by the force. Of course, it is impossible to step into the Transcendent Realm. Without a powerful defensive secret treasure, even the initial stage of entering the Saint Realm would not be able to step here.

Its icy aura is left over from the ancient times.

After all, Sword Master Ten Thousand Cracks used his sword in his life to slay a god-level void demon, and the aura of that god-level void demon was imprinted along with it, remaining in this place and permeating it, making it cold and icy everywhere.

Chen Zong saw in front of him that there were figures walking forward, some at a faster speed and some at a slower speed, as if they were constantly stepping forward against the snow-like storm of sword energy.

Chen Zong also followed suit and stepped forward quickly.

Step by step, carefully feel the breath changes on the hard ground.

cold!

cold!

sharp!

All kinds of breaths are intertwined, and after careful feeling, Chen Zong feels that the sharp breath and the cold breath seem to be constantly colliding and tearing.

It seems to be continuing the battle between the most powerful swordsman in ancient times, the Sword Master Ten Thousand Cracks, and the Void Evil God-level powerhouse. It has continued from ancient times to the present, and will continue endlessly. I don’t know where it will continue. what month.

Perhaps, endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zong traveled several kilometers, but he still couldn't see the end.

This crack seems to have no end.

Of course, it is impossible to have no end, but it is very far away. Chen Zong also keenly grasped that the farther forward, the more intense its sharp and cold aura, but the change of only a few kilometers is very subtle, if it is not for Chen Zong Its perception is extremely sharp, and it is also difficult to detect.

Chen Zong also noticed that they were walking forward one by one, with solemn expressions and sharp eyes, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

For many sword practitioners, the Ten Thousand Cracks Sword Mark is indeed a holy land of swordsmanship.

Therefore, when they come here for enlightenment, it is no different from a pilgrimage.

No matter how unscrupulous a person is, when they come here, they will be affected by its aura and become solemn.

Of course, the stronger the mind, the less affected it will be.

But this is the place where the Ten Thousand Cracks Sword Master slays god-level void demons and saves countless lives from danger. People who come here will have a trace of admiration in their hearts.

Gradually, Chen Zong's extremely sharp eyes saw a trace of outline, which seemed to be the end.