Ye Xiangyang walked faster and faster. He received more and more swords. As a result, his compatibility with Jianshan became higher and higher, and his understanding of the way of the sword became faster and faster.
Ye Xiangyang used to climb as fast as an ant, but now he could climb a step in half an hour.
More than half a month had passed, and many immortal cultivators were standing on the steps halfway up the mountain. Looking back, they could see Ye Xiangyang standing silently at the foot of the mountain like an ant.
"Humph, at this speed, even if he stood on the steps for a hundred years, he would still have difficulty reaching the top."
"Hahaha, he's just pretending. Look at him standing there as if he's trying to comprehend the way of the sword. Is the way of the sword that easy to comprehend?"
"Hahaha, what Senior Brother said is right. When we climb up the Sword Mountain and comprehend the Sword Dao Killing Technique, then we can combine it with the Killing Technique and take his life with ease."
"If Ye Xiangyang doesn't die, he will be a disaster for us in the Sixth Heaven."
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People stood on the steps, enduring the endless sharp sword light. They almost wrapped all their energy rules around their feet to resist the ruthless cutting of the sword light.
Some people did not speak. They were not from the four major sects and had no grudges against Ye Xiangyang. There was no need for them to wade into this muddy water and offend Ye Xiangyang, who had unlimited potential.
People all clearly remember the tragic situation in which Ye Xiangyang ruthlessly killed two of the dozen masters of Hunyuan Sect. Even if Ye Xiangyang could not defeat the Immortal King master, the gap was not far behind.
The Immortal Lord is an upper-level master of the Sixth Heaven, the Immortal Emperor is only in the Third Heaven, the Immortal Emperor often stays in seclusion and the Immortal King may only appear when the sect is facing life and death, so when an Immortal Lord master appears at ordinary times, he is generally at the peak of the Sixth Heaven.
Ye Xiangyang is already as powerful as an immortal king. At least in their eyes, Ye Xiangyang is as powerful as an immortal king. Is it necessary for them to offend the wise and powerful Ye Xiangyang just to agree with these idiots
Isn't that a huge joke
Everyone was still slowly adapting to the sharp sword edges on the steps. Even if their hands and feet were cut and blood was spilled on the mountain of swords, they had no regrets.
Ye Xiangyang climbed up. He was five or six days later than the first person to climb up. In addition, he had spent a long time meditating on the previous steps. Now it seemed that there was a gap of two or three thousand steps between him and these people.
Ye Xiangyang's white feet stepped on the sharp sword beams. These sword beams had already begun to communicate with his exquisite sword heart before his feet stepped on the steps. When he stepped on the steps, all the connotations contained in the sword beams entered into Ye Xiangyang's body.
Ye Xiangyang could climb two steps in one hour. The sword light and sword intent contained in each step, as well as the sword art contained in them, all came towards Ye Xiangyang and merged into Ye Xiangyang.
In two days, Ye Xiangyang climbed a hundred steps.
The speed has doubled, and one hour can fully absorb the sword light, sword intent, and sword art of the four levels.
Another day passed, and Ye Xiangyang's speed doubled again. He could completely absorb eight steps in one hour.
In one day, others could only move forward one step on the upward stairs, but Ye Xiangyang actually moved forward more than a hundred steps. When people saw Ye Xiangyang moving forward so quickly, they were all surprised. They didn't understand why this guy made faster and faster progress, so fast that they felt incredible.
Another day passed, and sixteen steps could be climbed in one hour.
People were all confused. What happened to Ye Xiangyang? They were getting slower and slower, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for them to walk. It was extremely difficult for them to climb a step, but Ye Xiangyang was doing the opposite, moving faster and faster. What was going on
Another day passed, and the speed doubled again. He climbed 32 steps in an hour, and more than 700 steps in a day.
Ye Xiangyang would have already caught up with the person at the end.
Ye Xiangyang did not stop at all, nor did he greet anyone, and he did not even scan these people with his spiritual sense. He just walked forward step by step.
People were surprised to find that all the steps he walked on turned into stone steps, and the sharp edge of the sword was gone. Their hearts were beating out of their mouths: "How is it possible? How is it possible? Why did it turn into stone steps after he walked on it? Where did the original sword edge go?"
"Yeah, what on earth did this kid do to make the Jianshan steps become what they are now."
"Ye Xiangyang is a demon that we cannot figure out. His appearance is often a miracle."
"Yeah, it's incredible. Where did the original sword light, sword way and sword intent go?"
"Is it possible that all these things were absorbed by Ye Xiangyang?"
This statement shocked everyone present. The sword arts, sword intent, and sword aura on the steps of Jianshan... were all swallowed up and absorbed by Ye Xiangyang. How impossible was this
"No way, if one person can absorb so much sword light and sword intent, wouldn't that mean he's going to die?"
"Swords can kill people, but they can also temper people."
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Ye Xiangyang was fully focused, concentrating on comprehending the sword light. His speed doubled again, reaching sixty-four steps in one hour.
Eight steps in a quarter of an hour, which means that in a quarter of an hour, Ye Xiangyang can surpass some of the masters who were originally on the eight steps.
People looked at Ye Xiangyang as if he was strolling in a garden. With every light lift of his footsteps, he seemed to be walking in a lotus pond, with lotus flowers blooming at every step. He was so light and graceful that it was unimaginable.
They were all going crazy: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could Ye Xiangyang walk here so easily."
"Is he walking on the sword-blade steps, or is he really walking on the steps?"
"Oh my god, why didn't the sword pierce his feet? His feet are still so clean."
"Who knows? What happened?"
"Why did the sword's edge turn into stone steps when he walked over? Can anyone tell me why?"
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Ye Xiangyang ignored the commotion in the crowd and walked towards the stairs step by step.
More than 1,500 steps a day.
One day passed, and except for Ye Xiangyang, almost all the immortal cultivators stepped on the stone steps. People looked at them in amazement. The flashing sword light under Ye Xiangyang's feet and the sword light on the sword's edge intertwined and merged with each other, and then, the steps became real steps.
Ye Xiangyang's speed became even faster, climbing 108 steps in one hour.
According to the current time, it takes almost one minute to go up one step.
There are only a thousand or so steps ahead.
Behind Ye Xiangyang were more than two thousand people. They walked on real stone steps and followed Ye Xiangyang's footsteps, heading towards the top of the mountain step by step.
The disciple of the White Bone Sect wanted to plot against Ye Xiangyang, but before he could use his magic, a sword light appeared on Ye Xiangyang's body and crushed him and his magic into powder. He was so dead that he could not die again. Even his soul could not escape and was crushed into powder amid screams, never to be reborn.
Ye Xiangyang knew nothing about all this. As he quickened his pace, his absorption of Taoist techniques became even faster.
Each Taoist technique does not just need to enter one's mind, but requires rapid absorption and integration to truly become a part of one's mind. Even so, one's skills in swordsmanship are still extremely shallow, and Taoist practice is a very slow process.
Ye Xiangyang walked towards the top of Jianshan step by step.
Ye Xiangyang took step after step, his steps were so steady, every step seemed like he was walking on a lotus in the void, as if he was walking on a fairy bridge, with a strange and wonderful feeling.
Ye Xiangyang walked forward, followed by two thousand people. Ever since the man from the White Bone Sect was chopped to pieces by the sword light emitted from behind Ye Xiangyang, Ye Xiangyang did not even turn his head back, looking calm and relaxed, as if he was strolling in the garden without any hesitation, regardless of the wind or rain.
Ye Xiangyang's action frightened everyone present. Their eyes almost popped out of their heads. They communicated with each other with their spiritual senses: "Oh my god, Ye Xiangyang didn't even turn around. His spiritual sense didn't detect it. Before we even made a move, his killers have already come down."
"It's too terrifying. A master of the Golden Immortal Seven Stars didn't even have a chance to attack before he was strangled to death by the sword light on his body, leaving no trace of his soul."
"What kind of magic did Ye Xiangyang use? How could it be so powerful?"
"Who knows? It's so amazing that it's breathtaking."
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The hearts of the two thousand people were filled with shock and waves, and they were speechless with amazement. Not to mention a Golden Immortal, even if it was an Immortal King, it was still unclear whether they could reduce a Golden Immortal to ashes in the blink of an eye, and whether they could do it so easily and calmly.
Ye Xiangyang did it, Ye Xiangyang really did it.
How powerful is this kid
Ye Xiang didn't know about this at all, his mind was completely focused on comprehending the immortal arts.
Ye Xiangyang was in front, his feet were shining, the sword light was flashing, and bright and sharp sword light was rising under his feet. The bright sword light and the sword edge under his feet were intertwined. All kinds of sword light, sword way, and sword intention sank into Ye Xiangyang's mind.
Just now, the peerless sword that came out from behind him was purely Jianshan's proactive act of protecting his master. Think about the Wei Yueyan Secret Realm and the Wanjie Killing Immortal Art. With one sword, more than 2,000 people were defeated. That was when there was no killer. Now it's the Endless Jianshan. Could it be that he is much weaker than Wei Yueyan
There were only a few hundred steps left ahead, and Ye Xiangyang walked up them confidently.
Almost at the top of the mountain, almost at the top of the mountain again.
There was only one step left, and Ye Xiangyang's pace slowed down.
There were only the last three steps left. Every step Ye Xiangyang took felt like the weight of a thousand pounds, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back with every step.
Ye Xiangyang knew that this was the final moment to synthesize the Wanjian Lingxiao Great Immortal Art, and he absolutely could not let him fail.
Every step forward for Ye Xiangyang was so difficult. Thoughts came into Ye Xiangyang's mind. Above his body, thousands of swords rang, powerful energy surged, and sword beams flew.
Clank, clank, this is an attempt to compress ten thousand swords together.
All of Ye Xiangyang's energy was focused on compressing tens of thousands of swords into one sword. One hour, three hours, three days and three nights passed. Finally, a ray of sword light appeared above his head, dazzling and flickering.
The eye-catching and dazzling magic of Wanjian Lingxiao was finally completed.
At this moment, Wanjian Mountain collapsed with a loud bang.