The breeze that came in blew the two people on the ring like a caress.
It was a soft, warm, calm breeze, a spring breeze saturated with all kinds of strange and fragrant flowers and trees. There seemed to be a strong smell of rosin and the spicy smell of eucalyptus leaves.
Above the head, the bright sunshine passed through the heavy white clouds, passed through the ball of light, and shone on the arena.
Zheng Haotian stood with his head held high, powerful spiritual energy fluctuations rippling around him.
Opposite him, Shi Lang, the master of Red Leaf Peak, faced him from a distance with a solemn expression.
After a long time, Shi Lang sighed softly and said suddenly: "Junior brother Zheng, I don't want to be your enemy. You should wait ten years before coming back."
Although in his heart he was envious and jealous of Baicao Peak having such three extraordinary talents, he was the master of the peak after all, and he was not willing to completely turn against Baicao Peak because of this.
After all, with so many promising young people, the rise of Baicao Peak is already unstoppable, especially among the many unknown peaks. They definitely don’t want to have such a hostile peak.
"Ten years." Zheng Haotian whispered softly, then shook his head slightly and said: "Thank you, Senior Brother Shi, for the warning, but I am participating in the competition this time to test my own ability. I can't just die out without a fight."
Let’s go home.”
Shi Lang smiled hoarsely and said: "Junior brother Zheng is right. In that case, let me teach you how to use Wan Jian Jue."
There was a flash of light in his hand, and he took the bronze figure that knocked Yu Weihua away again in his hand. However, he did not attack forcefully, but stood quietly on the spot holding the bronze figure, as if waiting for Zheng Haotian's move.
Zheng Haotian smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and stars of light suddenly began to appear around him.
Outside the circle of light, acquaintances whispered to each other and began to discuss in private.
They are all disciples of the Wanjian Sect. No matter what kind of technique they practice, they are all familiar with the famous Wanjian Jue in this sect.
As soon as they saw these stars, they immediately knew that Zheng Haotian had begun to release his infinite sword light.
"How much sword light can he inspire?" one person asked in an excited tone.
"Zheng Haotian is a rare super spiritual energy master in the history of our sect. After he is promoted to the eighth level, he should be able to inspire 100 million sword lights." Another person's eyes lit up and said: "I have never seen 100 million sword lights.
The sight of the swords and lights dancing together can be an eye-opener today."
"Don't be delusional. Let alone 100 million, even 40 million is difficult." An old man retorted with a cold smile.
"Why?" The man was startled and asked with an unconvinced face.
"Have you forgotten that Zheng Haotian is said to have only been promoted to the eighth level for just three months. Hehe...it's only been three months. Do you think he can penetrate all the cyclone channels?"
The voices of their conversation were not quiet, and this sentence was immediately recognized by the vast majority of people.
Although the speed at which a spiritual master can open the cyclone channel will be greatly improved after each advancement, under normal circumstances, once a spiritual master who practices Ten Thousand Sword Art is promoted, it will take about a year to complete the process.
Open up new cyclone channels.
Although there are many talented people in the tens of thousands of years of history who can shorten this time by almost half, but no one can believe that it can be done in just three months.
A trace of pride flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said: "In my opinion, even though Zheng Haotian is extremely talented, if he was able to open up another three thousand cyclone channels and inspire four thousand sword lights in three months, it is already enough."
It’s the limit. Hehe, I just don’t know if the magic weapon in his hand can inspire so much sword light in such a short period of time.”
Everyone looked at each other, and this time they all nodded.
Although this old man is unknown, his experience and knowledge are obviously extremely rich, and he explained the biggest shortcoming of Wan Jian Jue.
Although this technique is extremely powerful, it can be regarded as one of the most top-notch techniques even among the eight super sects.
If one can cultivate this skill to the extreme, it is said that at the peak of the tenth level, one can compete with ordinary spiritual masters.
However, every advantage must have its disadvantages.
The biggest disadvantage of Wan Jian Jue is that after promotion, it takes time to penetrate the new cyclone channel and activate the sword light for backup.
Both of these are not things that can be accomplished in a short period of time.
If Zheng Haotian could be given one more year, or even half a year, perhaps he would be able to bring his eighth-level super spiritual energy master's strength to its peak, and be able to barely compete with an ordinary tenth-level strongman.
But at this time...
Everyone looked at Zheng Haotian with a bit of regret and regret in their eyes.
However, just when everyone was ignorant, dozens of spiritual thoughts moved towards the aperture almost simultaneously on the main Feitian Peak suspended in mid-air.
It is unique for an eighth-level cultivator to attract the attention of so many spiritual masters during the Ten Thousand Peaks Competition.
Zheng Haotian's face was calm, his breath was calm, and there was no trace of confusion.
It was as if what he faced was not a tenth-level strong man, but just an enemy of the same level as him.
Not to mention anything else, this magnanimity alone has won the admiration of almost all the spiritual powerhouses.
Even Elder Yun Taishang and Master Lu nodded secretly.
This little guy, with his calm mind and magnanimity, coupled with his unparalleled talent, his future prospects are indeed limitless.
However, they never thought that in Zheng Haotian's hands, several tenth-level strong men would have lost their lives. Whether they were tenth-level monsters or tenth-level fish-men, they had all died tragically at his hands, even if they were consecutive
Beings such as the Half-Demon King who are considered invincible among ordinary cultivators were refined by him.
Therefore, a mere ordinary tenth-level human race powerhouse could no longer cause any excitement or waves in his heart.
"Scatter..."
Following Zheng Haotian's soft drink, the seemingly endless light around him suddenly spread.
If these lights were condensed together, no one would be able to tell how many sword lights they were. However, when they were separated, they could no longer be concealed.
"Ten million, twenty million, thirty million, forty million...impossible!" An exclamation came from the old man who had made the previous assertion: "Fifty million, he actually has fifty million swords."
Light."
"Fifty million……"
"Fifty million……"
This sound seemed to be contagious, immediately causing a similar exclamation and response in the surrounding area.
There is no shortage of ninth-level and tenth-level experts among the people watching. Their spiritual thoughts are powerful. Although they are not strong enough to control the many sword lights, it is not difficult to distinguish the number of sword lights.
And it is precisely because of this that they are so shocked.
As the old man said before, according to their estimates, Zheng Haotian's sword light could reach 40 million, which is already the limit.
But at this time, looking at the 50 million sword lights lingering in the ring, they suddenly felt an extremely ridiculous feeling in their hearts.
Even if Zheng Haotian could open 40 million new cyclone channels within three months, how could he let his natal magic weapon inspire so many sword lights in such a short period of time.
Isn't he afraid that the divine weapon will be damaged as a result, or even fall down the rank?
Shi Lang's expression finally became serious, and the amount of sword light released by Zheng Haotian also exceeded his expectations.
However, he was the master of the peak after all. After being slightly startled, he immediately returned to normal.
With a slight shake of his hand, the two arms of the bronze man suddenly moved inward, and a thick beam of light was immediately fired out, shooting towards the direction of Zheng Haotian.
In terms of the number of sword lights that can be controlled, there is no other technique that can compare to Ten Thousand Sword Jue.
So Shi Lang simply chose to attack. As long as Zheng Haotian could be injured, no amount of sword light could pose any threat to him.
However, Zheng Haotian smiled slightly. He didn't even move his body, but just curled his lips.
As a result, the sword light surrounding him immediately attacked the huge bronze man's light pillar.
At this time, although Zheng Haotian released 50 million sword lights, he did not wrap Shi Lang in them, nor did he let the sword lights form a boundless sword sea world.
Therefore, anyone can clearly see what happened in the sword light.
The seemingly endless sword light was actually scattered, meeting the bronze man's light head-on.
The sword light inspired by Wan Jian Jue is not a physical flying sword, so the power of each sword light is actually not very strong. Only when these sword lights form a boundless sword sea formation can all swords be destroyed.
The power of light condenses into one, and defeats challenges of the same level or beyond.
And a battle scene like this, in which the sword light is used like a straggler to meet the enemy's divine weapon, should never appear in the body of a high-level spiritual master.
At this moment, even Elder Yun Taishang frowned. They all had the same idea.
Could it be that Zheng Haotian advanced too quickly and pursued the number of sword lights too much, so he couldn't fully control it?
This is the biggest taboo in practicing Wan Jian Jue.
However, the moment this idea first appeared, they saw a scene that shocked everyone.
"Hiss, hiss..."
A strange sound immediately sounded within the aperture.
The sword light that Zheng Haotian faced collided with the bronze man's light fiercely.
However, these sword lights did not shatter and disintegrate as people thought, but suddenly became flexible.
It was like they suddenly turned into small, agile fish, treating the vast void as an endless sea and swimming freely in it.
They passed by the Bronze Man's Light one by one. Each time they passed through, they opened their mouths and bit off a little bit of the energy with their small, dense and sharp teeth.
In just one moment, five million sword lights and the bronze man's light had already passed by.
At this time, the originally thick copper figure's light had become as thin as a toothpick, almost nothing.
Everyone inside and outside the aperture was dumbfounded and looked at this scene in disbelief.
After a while, countless people shouted in unison.