Alchemist Sword Sect

Chapter 500: The First Step in the Way of the Sword (2)

Suddenly, with Wu Lengchan as the center, there was a fierce howl of swords in all directions, followed by endless brilliance.

There was a bang from the void above his head, like thunder.

Lu Chen suddenly felt the eardrums being torn, so he hurriedly gathered his energy, and then performed a half-step Jianao, but not to resist this force, but to feel it.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the sky above the sky, and the air flow was visible to the naked eye, all of which were pure white, but when Wu Lengchan was illuminated by the blue light, it turned into blue.

These cyan airflows are inextricably condensed together, like the water of a river, endless.

And as the word "Jian Lai" fell, the turbulent blue air flow formed a long sword.

Almost at the same time, the river water under Wu Lengchan's feet sizzled, rushing straight up, shaped like water dragons, and under the blue light, it also turned blue, and finally turned into a mouthful of water dragons. sword.

Then, Lu Chen felt that the cliffs on both sides were ringing, and sand and stones were flying across, but under the blue light, they condensed together strangely, forming a mouthful of swords.

At this moment, with Wu Lengchan as the center, everything within a radius of a hundred miles turned into a sword shape.

One thought turns into a sword!

A look of shock suddenly appeared on Lu Chen's face, because he knew very well that this is a supernatural power that can only be displayed after he has cultivated Jianao.

However, it's not over yet;

All these things that were supposed to be swords gathered around Wu Lengchan.

"rise!"

At this moment, Wu Lengchan uttered a word suddenly, the voice was so loud that it could be said that his tongue was like thunder, and the world in all directions shook, and Lu Chen felt his body shake when he stood in midair.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a miraculous scene;

I saw that those things that were supposed to be swords were all integrated into Wu Lengchan's body. It was a real fusion without leaving any traces. At that moment, Wu Lengchan's body surface burst out with a sword light that filled the sky, which was stronger than that of the scorching sun. It was so gorgeous that Lu Chen couldn't open his eyes.

However, the more frightening thing is still behind, close to Wu Lengchan's void, suddenly sword-shaped objects appeared, and after several changes, they turned into lines like swords, just like lightning.

"This is... the sword pattern?"

Lu Chen lost his voice on the spot, his eyes widened;

It is really hard for him now that he actually saw the legendary sword pattern, which can only appear if the power of swordsmanship is cultivated to the highest level.

Among these sword patterns, there is not only a breath of vitality, but also a burst of destructive power.

Lu Chen reckoned that each sword pattern was enough to kill a middle-stage powerhouse of the Heaven-reaching Realm.

Could this be the tenth level of Jian Ao?

Just when Lu Chen was shocked, Wu Lengchan suddenly said the word "receive", the sky-filled sword energy suddenly dissipated, and Yingtian's sword light also dimmed, and all dissipated after a short period of three breaths up.

Lu Chen was dumbfounded.

"Hey, brat, what's the matter, isn't the master's water attribute Jian'ao powerful?" Wu Lengchan looked at Lu Chen's appearance and said very proudly.

"Old man, which epee is this?" Lu Chen asked.

"The seventh level." Wu Lengchan said triumphantly.

"What? It's only the seventh epee. I thought it was the tenth epee?" Lu Chen said in surprise, the seventh epee is so powerful, then the eighth, ninth, and tenth epee How powerful?

Lu Chen really couldn't imagine it anymore.

Wu Lengchan glared at him fiercely and said: "Stinky boy, just look at yourself. You haven't even practiced the first heavy sword, and you have been practicing swordsmanship for more than two hundred years as a teacher, and you are able to cultivate to the seventh level." , but even so, looking at the whole of Zhongzhou, among the sword masters in the late stage of Tongtian Realm, there are only three people who have cultivated Jianao to the seventh level, and the teacher is one of these three people."

"Then, who are the other two?" Lu Chen was stunned, stuttering and speechless.

Seeing that Lu Chen was shocked, Wu Lengchan nodded in satisfaction and said, "The other two guys are Zhiyang and Kuanglong."

Lu Chen swallowed his saliva when he heard the words, and his gaze towards Wu Lengchan gradually became hot;

He wants to become stronger and become a peerless swordsman!

Lu Chen clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart.

Wu Lengchan nodded and said: "Stinky boy, now the master has given you the practice of water attribute sword art, and whether you can practice sword art or not is up to you."

"yes."

Lu Chen nodded heavily, standing on the mighty river, facing the steamy breeze and scorching sun, he slowly closed his eyes;

In his mind, the scene of Wu Lengchan using Jianao gradually appeared, flashing in his spiritual world like a horse watching a lantern.

Seeing this, Wu Lengchan nodded slightly, moved her feet, and landed on a rock on the edge of the cliff, sitting cross-legged, protecting Lu Chen.

Lingbaoshu also squatted next to him, but it didn't look at Lu Chen, and still only cared about the Lingshi in his hand.

The scorching sun slowly set in the west, and a fiery red sunset appeared in the sky, but Lu Chen still did not open his eyes.

An hour later, night fell, and the reflection of the bright moon appeared in the rolling river.

Lu Chen's shadow was also in the river, gradually merging with the bright moon.

Wu Lengchan, who was sitting cross-legged on the rock, opened her eyes, and saw that Lu Chen was still motionless, showing no sign of waking up, so she closed her eyes again, motionless like the rock.

The bright moon receded, and the rising sun jumped out from the eastern sky, and the hot sunlight spread all over the entire mountain range and onto Lu Chen's body.

The morning wind blew, shaking his clothes and his long black hair, but his figure remained motionless.