When he was in the battle arena in the martial arts market, Zhang Ruochen exposed his true strength. Zhang Tiangui should have been confirmed that he is "Chen Ruo".

Then, isn’t the state of clear sword heart also exposed?

Only Lin Ningshan saw the state of "Chen Ruo" using the sword heart with his own eyes. Although Lin Ningshan later told Zhang Tiangui and Lin Chenyu, they did not believe it at all.

After all, in the legend, only a semi-saint can achieve the enlightenment of the sword heart.

They only think that Lin Ningshan's cultivation is too low, so they mistakenly think that "Chen Ruo" has reached the state of clear sword heart.

Just like an ant, it will mistake an elephant for a mountain.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was indifferent, Lin Chenyu sneered and said, "Zhang Ruochen, the person standing in front of you is Senior Sister Han Qiu, the daughter of the leader of the Yuntai Sect. Senior Sister Han Qiu's sword skills have long reached the level of unpredictable ghosts and gods. She took the initiative to compete with you for your swords, which is to give you face, so don't be shameless. Don't think that your swordsmanship is so great that there is a great deal. There is heaven beyond the sky and there are people beyond the people. Maybe you can't even catch the ten moves of Senior Sister Han Qiu."

Han Qiu frowned slightly and said coldly: "I'm discussing swordsmanship with Zhang Ruochen, why are you a slave?"

"Senior sister atones for her sins."

Lin Chenyu's face turned pale, and he immediately knelt on the ground, his hands lying on the ground, looking very frightened.

In Han Qiu's eyes, Lin Chenyu was just a slave to Zhang Tiangui, but Zhang Ruochen was able to defeat Qing Chibai's young genius in swordsmanship. The status of the two was very different.

Han Qiu can make friends with Zhang Ruochen, but he will never be equal friends with Lin Chenyu.

The most important thing is that Han Qiu did not know the conflict between Zhang Tiangui and Zhang Ruochen, and regarded Zhang Ruochen as a genius younger brother of Zhang Tiangui.

Han Qiu stared at Lin Chenyu and said contemptuously: "You are also qualified to call me senior sister? Since you say the wrong thing, you will naturally be punished. Cut off your tongue so that I won't do it myself."

Lin Chenyu's eyes panicked and he looked at Zhang Tiangui for help.

You know, Lin Chenyu had already suffered castration and had his arm broken. If his tongue was cut off, it would be impossible to be more miserable.

Zhang Tiangui said: "Junior Sister Han, Lin Chenyu is actually Zhang Ruochen's cousin."

"oh!"

Han Qiu was a little surprised. He only knew that Lin Chenyu was a slave to Zhang Tiangui, but he didn't know that he had such an identity. Han Qiu didn't pay much attention to a small person like Zhang Tiangui.

He actually took Zhang Ruochen's cousin as a slave. In this way, the relationship between Zhang Tiangui and Zhang Ruochen is probably not as harmonious as it seems.

Han Qiu ignored Lin Chenyu anymore. He stared at Zhang Ruochen and decided to explain clearly: "Nine Prince, I sincerely want to communicate with you about sword skills. There is no other meaning. I hope you don't think too much."

Zhang Ruochen said, "Okay! It's just a sword competition, not a big deal."

Han Qiu was delighted and could finally compete with a swordsman of the same level.

I don’t know how far Zhang Ruochen’s attainment in swordsmanship has reached?

There are snowflakes floating in the sky. The whole world is white.

The busy guards, eunuchs and palace maids also stopped and looked at Zhang Ruochen and Han Qiu standing in the snow from a distance.

They seemed very excited. Martial arts masters can not see sword competitions at any time.

"I have always heard that His Highness the Ninth Prince is so skillful in swordsmanship, but I don't know how high it is?"

"It must be extraordinary, not something we can imagine."

"The person who fights against His Highness Ninth Prince is the proud daughter of the Yuntai Sect Mansion. Is His Highness Ninth Prince confident of winning?"

"The Yuntai Sect Mansion is a holy place for martial arts, and even the king was a disciple of the Yuntai Sect Mansion back then. The sword technique she used must be extremely exquisite, and it is probably difficult for His Highness the Ninth Prince to win."

Zhang Ruochen had his left hand behind him, and his right hand turned into a phantom, stretching forward. Using two fingers, he accurately clamped a piece of snowflake floating in the air.

The snowflakes are very thin, crystal clear, and emit a faint cold air.

What's strange is that the snowflakes sandwiched between their fingers did not melt.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen's arms continued to stretch out, and dozens of phantoms appeared in front of him.

When his hand stopped again, one hundred and eight snowflakes appeared at his fingertips, connecting into a long string, forming a crystal clear sword.

The eunuchs and palace maids around all took a breath of cold air and exclaimed.

Just this hand "snow-slicing sword" is extremely mysterious.

Only by reaching the peak of swords can one achieve the realm of being a sword in every flower and grass. Even if it is just a piece of snowflake, it can become a sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

"So awesome!"

After seeing Zhang Ruochen's technique, Han Qiu immediately stretched out two slender jade fingers, waved his arms constantly, and soon condensed into a sword with snowflakes.

However, the sword she condensed was only seventy-two snowflakes.

This is the limit she can do!

Zhang Ruochen waved the Ice Crystal Snow Sword, and the true energy in his body was released. The snow on the ground flew up under the surge of the sword energy, forming a sword energy vortex.

Han Qiu looked at Zhang Ruochen standing in the snow, shook his head gently and said, "No need to compare, I am not as good as you in terms of swordsmanship."

"Wow"

The ice crystal snow sword in her hand cracked and turned into seventy-two snowflakes, falling to the ground one after another.

Zhang Ruochen also retracted his true energy and threw out the ice crystal snow sword in his hand, turning it into a snowflake.

Han Qiu stared at the back of the boy, with beautiful eyes rippled, and said in a crisp voice: "Your Highness the Ninth Prince is very skilled in swordsmanship. I hope to return to the Heavenly Demon Martial City, and we still have time to discuss swords together."

"Miss Han's swordsmanship is also very skillful, and the younger generation can be considered top-notch. Goodbye!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Han Qiu's attainments in swordsmanship are indeed quite powerful. He has reached the peak of swords at a young age, and is almost the same as the semi-saint disciple Qing Chibai.

Han Qiu stared at Zhang Ruochen who was leaving, with a look of appreciation in his eyes and said, "With his talent, at most five years, he will be the number one master of the younger generation."

When Zhang Tiangui saw Han Qiu's expression, his eyes showed a bit of murderous intent.

Zhang Ruochen is nothing. He was not taken seriously by him before, but now he has practiced swordsmanship to such a state. Fortunately, his cultivation is not high, so it is not difficult to deal with him. As long as he uses a little means, he can die in the cradle.

On the winter solstice, a sacrificial ceremony.

What is the most important thing for a county?

Of course it is a sacrificial ceremony.

Not only every county, country, even every sect, every family, every city, every village and town, all regard sacrifice as the top priority.

Because, only during sacrifices can we communicate with the gods.

Only by communicating with gods can humans open up the divine martial arts seal, embark on the road of cultivation, and become warriors.

People who have not opened the divine martial arts seal cannot absorb spiritual energy into their bodies.

The national sacrifice of a country is particularly important, which determines the rise and fall of a country. The more grand the sacrifices are, the more the divine martial seals the gods give, and the higher the level of the divine martial seals.

The more warriors a country has, the stronger the national strength will be.

The national sacrifice of Yunwu County can only be considered to be a medium level of sacrifice. However, in the eyes of the warriors of Yunwu County, it is already a very remarkable ceremony.

Almost all the humans in the royal city gathered in the imperial temples, and at first glance, there was no end to see.

Sacrifice is an extremely sacred thing. Even those evil warriors dare not make trouble during the sacrificial ceremony, for fear of angering the gods and being punished by God.

This year's sacrificial ceremony was hosted by the seventh prince Zhang Tiangui instead of Prince Yunwu, and it seemed to be revealing a signal to everyone that the state of Yunwu County intends to make Zhang Tiangui the crown prince.

This year's sacrificial ceremony seemed unprecedentedly grand. There were more than 100,000 cattle and sheep used for sacrifices, and thousands of huge beasts.

After the bell rang, the national master began to read the sacrificial text.

Then, Zhang Tiangui led all civil and military officials to the altar, looking full of energy, as if he was already the prince of Yunwu County.

Standing on the high altar, Zhang Tiangui searched for Zhang Ruochen's figure everywhere, but he did not notice Zhang Ruochen at all. He was quite proud and felt that Zhang Ruochen must have been stolen, so he did not come to participate in the sacrificial ceremony at all.

Zhang Tiangui merged his true energy into his voice and said aloud: "The sacrificial ceremony begins."

On the altar, the sound of snails and large horns sounded, making a sound that was shaking the sky and earth. At the same time, various musical instruments also played.

Soldiers in armor began to kill livestock, put blood into the altar, and sacrificed blood to the gods with blood.

Driven by blood, the altar began to slowly operate, and ancient inscriptions appeared.

"Wow!"

A thick blood column rushed up from the altar and shot straight into the sky, shattering the clouds, as if they were about to rush into the vast void.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the center of a palace.

The martial soul flew out of his body, taking a sacred form, emitting a thousand feet of light.

"Transform!"

The martial soul suddenly changed its appearance and turned into a divine shadow wearing blood-red armor. It stepped on auspicious clouds and flew out of the palace and came to the sky above the temple of the emperors.

Before Zhang Ruochen became a false god, ordinary people could not see his martial soul at all. But now it is different. As long as he is willing, even ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts can see the phantom of the martial soul.

Of course, the premise is that he actively releases the body of a false god, otherwise, ordinary people will still not be able to see his martial soul.

The divine shadow became bigger and bigger, expanding to one hundred and twenty feet high, and his eyes were like two scorching suns. He looked down at the people below and exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

It is like a projection of a god, appearing in the world.

I don’t know who it was, but I first discovered the divine shadow in the sky and said excitedly: “The gods have shown their saints! The gods have shown their saints…”

Then, everyone raised their heads and looked at the huge divine shadow above the sky.
To be continued...