"Jian Jingtian, the younger brother has become the Sword Saint!"

Feng Jue was very excited, his eyes full of excitement.

Jian Jingtian slowly opened his eyes, and behind him on the top of the snow-capped mountain was an extremely huge sword shadow.

The sword shadow contained a terrifying holy power, as terrifying as a king standing in the world, with terrifying oppression.

"Sword Saint?"

Jian Jingtian smiled and said, "This little guy finally surpassed me."

Feng Jue glanced at the majestic sword shadow behind him, and complained: "You are humble enough. Your divine light sword intent is almost going to become a substance. Once you break through to the realm of the Heavenly King, you may become a great saint immediately."

Jian Jingtian sighed: "It's not easy."

He made a promise back then that he would never step out of the Fuyun Sword Sect in his life, and had been in prison for more than 20 years.

If you can't get out, the Heavenly King Realm seems to be glorious, but in fact it is only one step away from the Ash-Ash Annihilation.

The sword shadow that Feng Jue saw was just a picture of the reflected sword in his heart. The sword in his heart was far more terrifying than this magnificent giant shadow.

"You have to work hard and break through the holy realm as soon as possible."

Jian Jingtian said seriously: "Master has always said that you have achieved great success late, and your junior brother has become a sword saint, and you have not even made a breakthrough in the holy realm."

"You have become a holy realm. If I fail, I can leave the fire to you. Now you are like this... I will leave it to you, and you can't bear it."

Feng Jue suddenly felt helpless and said, "Like the land changes today, it is as easy for others to break through the holy realm as river water, but I... have always been stuck in this level and have no clue at all."

Jian Jingtian didn't say anything. He knew where Feng Jue's problem was, but he just couldn't point it out.

The inheritance left to him by the master is actually the most special existence among the several brothers, which is the martial arts and martial arts of the Jian clan.

You must use your body to position your sword and use your sword as your heart. You must practice your heart as sharp as a sword, and you must also make the rest of your internal organs change infinitely like a sword formation.

In the end, the supreme sword formation can be tempered in the body!

Among the few brothers of the senior brothers, only Feng Jue is suitable for cultivation, and no one else cannot practice.

But only Feng Jue can understand the secrets themselves.

If someone else tells him, once it is pointed out, if you are not careful, the ten thousand swords will break their bodies and fall directly.

At the same time, in the Sword Sect of the Ancient Domain, in the Divine Dragon Empire, in the Tianjue City, in the Holy Alliance, in the Ice and Snow Temple... in the Kunlun Ten Thousand Domains, the name of the Sword Saint of Burying Flowers is constantly being promoted.

Especially Tianjue City, almost all of them were shocked.

"Sword Saint?"

"I've become a sword saint under the age of thirty? That's too much!"

"I am a disciple of the Yaoguang lineage. That person is still the top of the Tianlu list. He is the burial flower boy who was famous all over the world."

“…”

The entire Tianjue City was greatly impacted. They are the Yuqing Peak lineage and are recognized as the holy land of the world's swordsmanship.

Now there is actually one person who has a tendency to overwhelm the sword emperor lineage in Tianjue City, which shocked them very much.

Dragon Empire.

Mei Zihua looked hurried and found a young man in an attic. After seeing him, she immediately smiled and said, "Li Wuyou, your elder brother has become the Sword Saint."
Chapter completed!