The Ancient Illuminating Lotus, the Origin of Mysterious Light Cloud, the Mystery of the Way of the Sword, the Soul of the Sword Ancestor, the Soul of the Heavenly Sword, the Ultimate Rules of the Way of the Sword, the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill, the Sixty-eighth Level of Mental Strength, Next to the Divine Sword, the Holy Spirit

Wangjing swordsmanship is perfect.

Of these ten conditions, other Hundred-flag Realm great saints only need to possess one or two of them to condense the top-level fourth-level swordsmanship holy will.

Zhang Ruochen must meet all ten conditions before he can have a chance to condense the secrets of third-level swordsmanship.

The difference between one grade and one grade of holy will is as great as the difference between heaven and earth.

From ancient times to the present, only he can achieve this level in the Baiyong Realm, with such favorable weather, location, people, and foreign objects.

Zhang Ruochen had been silent for an unknown amount of time. He thought he had reached the best state, and with a thought in his mind, he said: "Come together!"

The rules of swordsmanship are intertwined together.

At the center of the rules, a gaseous sword slowly condensed into shape.

This sword is extremely perfect. The proportions of the sword body, blade, tip and hilt are all at an optimal level, just like the most perfect work of art created by the Creator.

Every line of the sword is consistent with the way of heaven. It seems to be able to escape from space and merge into time.

The sacred meaning is extremely mysterious, which represents the monk's understanding of this path, which can be invisible or embodied.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's condensed holy will of swordsmanship was condensed in the form of a sword, exuding the aura of "I am the only one who is invincible in the world".

The six divine swords all sensed that the ultimate holy will of swordsmanship between heaven and earth was about to take shape, and their sword bodies swayed slightly uncontrollably.

"The holy will of swordsmanship is so powerful. Only the power of heaven and earth inspired by the holy will can shake my body. I am as heavy as a star, very heavy."

"He is indeed extraordinary. Look, in this space, there is a vision of Wanjian Chaozong."

…

Under the blood moon, thousands of sword-shaped sword energies automatically condensed in the dark red space, turning the entire space into a sea of ​​swords.

Bai Qing'er looked so strange, and when she heard the sound of sword energy breaking through the wind one after another, her pretty face slightly condensed: "Is he really going to succeed?"

Once Zhang Ruochen successfully condenses the holy will of the third-level swordsmanship and takes control of the six divine swords, the first thing he will do is to control the divine sword to kill her.

At that time, she was afraid that she really had no choice but to use what Zhang Ruochen owed her and beg him for mercy.

However, how could she, Bai Qing'er, be so humble, let alone sit still and wait for death.

It would be harder for her to lower her head and beg Zhang Ruochen than to kill her.

The sword-shaped holy will of the sword became more and more solid, and the brilliance it emitted became brighter and brighter. However, Zhang Ruochen sighed and dispersed it.

Not perfect, just a little bit off.

This slight difference cannot be made up for, so it has to be dispersed.

This method has failed!

The vision of Wanjian Chaozong then collapsed.

Bai Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her charming face. As long as Zhang Ruochen failed to condense the third-grade holy will, then, even if he was unwilling, he could only choose to cooperate with her.

Give her blood to help her heal and break through.

Zhang Ruochen's state of mind gradually recovered and reached a state of nothingness again.

"What is the strongest swordsmanship?"

"What is the perfect holy will of swordsmanship?"

"What is the meaning of the sword?"

…

I asked repeatedly in my heart.

Unknowingly, the Holy Will of Sword Dao automatically condensed and grew out of his body, growing larger and larger.

It's actually a human form.

At this moment, not only did a vision appear in the space inside the altar.

In fact, the entire ruins of the Origin Temple and the entire Jiannan Realm have wisps of strange and eccentric power, converging towards Zhang Ruochen in the altar, and integrating into the holy spirit of the humanoid sword that is more than ten miles high.

The appearance of the humanoid swordsman's holy will gradually became clear, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the sword ancestor Zhang Ruochen saw in the ancient well of Jianshan.

It was as if the Sword Ancestor had been reborn, exuding a majestic aura that dominated the world.

The six divine swords all gave off a strong sense of familiarity, and they wished they could fly into the hands of that huge figure immediately, fight with him in all directions, and kill all powerful enemies.

"This is the ultimate kendo aura!"

"The most powerful swordsman in the world is born!"

“Once such a holy will comes out, how can we deny the Lord?”

…

The six divine swords were all so excited that they had completely forgotten the minimum standards they had set.

However, the holy will of the sword in the form of the Sword Ancestor suddenly collapsed and turned into scattered rules of the sword.

All visions disappeared again.

"What happened? Did it fail?"

"That's not right. I clearly felt that it was about to take shape, and I absorbed all the remaining kendo aura from the former sword ancestor. How could it suddenly fail?"

Zhang Ruochen, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Minggu Zhao Shenlian, shook his head slightly: "It's still not perfect. Such a holy will of swordsmanship is equivalent to following the path that the swordsman ancestor once walked. The attainments of swordsmanship can never surpass the swordsman ancestor."

In the special environment of the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill, the Ancient Divine Light Lotus, and the Origin Mysterious Light Cloud, Zhang Ruochen's thoughts were clearer than ever before.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he grasped a key point, and said to himself: "Sword Ancestor represents a peak of swordsmanship, not the end of swordsmanship."

"A sword is always just a weapon, not a way."

"And condensing the Holy Will is not the ultimate fruit of practicing swordsmanship."

"Yes, that's the misunderstanding."

"Sword cultivators all over the world regard the condensation of the holy will of swordsmanship as a result and believe that it will determine the future of swordsmanship."

"But, in fact, after condensing the holy will of swordsmanship, there is still a long road ahead. There is the mountain of Sword God in front of us, and there is also the giant peak of Sword Ancestor."

"That's right, I am not pursuing the results of swordsmanship now. In fact, I am still on the long road of exploration."

"The Holy Intent of Sword Dao should be a beginning and should not be finalized."

…

While muttering to himself, Zhang Ruochen stood up and walked out of Minggu Zhaoshenlian.

The rules of kendo automatically formed a path under his feet.

A straight road.

This road is endlessly long, leading to infinite space and eternal time, and it seems that it will never end.

The ancient divine lotus condensed into the crystal-white body of Givenchy. Standing in the origin of chaos, he looked at Zhang Ruochen walking on a long straight road. He seemed to be beside him, and he seemed to have already walked hundreds of millions of meters away.

Thousands of miles away, thousands of years later.

An unknown amount of time passed before Zhang Ruochen lowered his head and glanced at the road on the ground.

When you don't look at it, it is a road that will never end.

However, when he looked at it, he found that it was a pillar of light standing in front of him. It seemed that he could never climb to the top of the pillar of light.

If you don’t look at it, it’s a road; if you look at it, it’s a pillar.

One horizontally and one vertically.

Is it horizontal or vertical?

Is it a road or a pillar?

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen let out a long laugh: "Today, I have achieved the Holy Will of the Third Grade Sword Dao, and the Holy Will is called 'One'."

The most difficult thing in the world is "one", which represents perfection and the beginning of all things.

It represents the true self, purity, and the integrity of the sword.

It means moving forward in an indomitable way, and it also means being unique.

It represents the path of kendo that he will never finish, and also represents the peak of kendo that he needs to climb throughout his life.

Horizontal is one, vertical is also one.

Every sword is one.

"Boom!"

In the center of the six divine swords, Zhang Ruochen, who had turned into a point of light in the cloud of original light, suddenly appeared, standing upright and naked, with his long hair flying.

A beam of light rushed out of the body, flew out of the top of the head, and also flew out of the soles of the feet.

The beam of light flew out of the head and hit the center of the blood moon.

With a bang, the blood moon was shattered, and the blood mist wrapped around the six divine swords disappeared. The six divine swords were overjoyed, cutting off the black energy rising from below, and regained their freedom.
To be continued...