Chapter 953 How High is the Sky [Three Updates]

"This madman!" The eyes of the onlookers trembled. Chu Yan blocked three swords, which was the limit in the eyes of many people. If he stopped, he would be worthy of the title.

However, Chu Yan did not stop, but took the initiative to kill the Sword King. In the eyes of many people, this was simply a suicidal act.

"Could it be that this guy thinks he can still beat the Sword King?" Someone trembled. At the top of the ladder, Duanmu Tong's eyes also condensed, and then he smiled sarcastically.

The Sword King felt humiliated after being blocked by three swords, but because of the previous words, he was about to stop, but unexpectedly, Chu Yan took the initiative to attack him, which made his eyes flash coldly.

"You are looking for death!" The Sword King's eyes shrank and turned into a sword pupil. He rushed out very quickly. Swordsmen cultivate their minds and are light and agile, so his speed is naturally very fast.

"Buzz!" The two rays of light collided again in the air. Chu Yan stood there, not in a hurry, but at this moment, with a buzzing sound, the ground trembled violently, and the earth broke into a gully. In the gully, there was a strong burning sword intent.

The people around were a little dazed, until later, they were even a little numb. The sky on the ladder was constantly flying with sword shadows. The sky was no longer intact, but was cut open by sword lights, like a huge sword net.

Many people were shocked that Chu Yan had performed so many sword moves in the hands of the Sword King.

Of course, up to this moment, no one believed that Chu Yan could defeat the Sword King, and still believed that Chu Yan could only delay for a while at most.

But at this time, Chu Yan's power continued to rise. Under the crazy collision, his holy intent burned, and a roc shadow flew out from behind him, turning golden. The previous breakthrough of the Tiandi Sect Master also made him have a deeper understanding of the eighth level of the Saint, so even if he did not break through, his artistic conception was already enough. What he lacked now was just an opportunity.

"What's going on?" Suddenly, someone shouted out. In the colliding sword lights, there was a sword that became more and more courageous and gradually climbed up.

"Who is that!" The speed was so fast that some people could not see clearly. They could only see that a sword light had a strong advantage.

"It must be the Sword King." The people from the Supreme Weapon Hall said with great confidence.

At this time, someone from Xuantian Sect also came. Chen Le looked at the Supreme Weapon Hall with a light smile: "Haha, if my brother Chu wins, your Supreme Weapon Hall will be embarrassed enough. At that time, it will become a joke."

"Do you want to die?" In the Supreme Weapon Hall, a strong man immediately glared at Chen Le. Chen Le curled his lips and said indifferently: "Who are you trying to scare? Don't bully me. If you want to fight, the saint will find my brother Chu. If you want to fight for the immortal position, my many senior brothers are here. Believe it or not, I will slap you to death!"

Everyone looked at Chen Le and was speechless. This guy was too wretched. But he had a very high status in Xuantian Sect, and they couldn't do anything.

"Boom!" At this time, the sword battle in the sky made a loud noise. With a whoosh, a figure flew out and hit the ladder far below. The ground shook and left a huge deep pit on the ground.

Everyone's eyes fixed: "Is it over?"

"Who won!" Some people speculated that the disciples of the Supreme Weapon Hall raised their heads proudly, so confident.

However, at this time, the wind and sand in the deep pit dissipated, and one of them slowly climbed up. His clothes were torn, and his bones were broken. He spit out blood and looked very embarrassed.

"Sword King!" Countless people trembled in their hearts. The figure in the deep pit was the Sword King of the Supreme Weapon Hall. Turning around and looking into the void, the shadows of the sword light gathered. Chu Yan held the Heaven-Slaying Sword and stood there indifferently.

"Apologize!" Chu Yan's voice was extremely cold. At this moment, he was shining all over, and he was the power of the eighth level of the Saint.

"This..." Many people's hearts were shaken again. This guy broke through in the battle?

"Say it again, apologize!" Chu Yan's eyes flashed with a demonic light, and he raised his palm. Countless sword shadows floated in the air, aiming at the deep pit. The Sword King was in it and could only stand by relying on the sword. The moment he raised his head, he was in extreme pain, but he still uttered a hoarse voice: "I was wrong!"

After the Sword King finished speaking, Chu Yan's eyes were cold, and then he pressed his palm down. With a hum, the thousands of sword shadows penetrated. Everyone's eyes were fixed, and everyone in the Supreme Arms Hall was angry.

The Sword King also trembled and closed his eyes, but the next moment, he only felt a deafening roar coming from his side. He opened his eyes and saw that there was another incomparable abyss pit beside him.

"If there is a next time, this sword will be cut on you, get out!" Chu Yan finished speaking, angrily scolded, and the Sword King took another step back, his face pale.

He was defeated. The most ridiculous thing was that he was defeated in swordsmanship. He looked at Chu Yan again, waved his hand, and threw the sword he carried with him to Chu Yan.

"This sword is called Mingxuan, the sword of the immortal weapon. From today on, it belongs to you. One day, I will find you to get it again." After the sword king finished speaking, he turned around alone and walked down the mountain.

Everyone was speechless for a long time when they saw the lonely figure.

After defeating the sword king, Chu Yan did not come. He didn't want to cause trouble before, but at this point, he knew that it would be difficult to continue to climb to the top without taking action.

So he looked around, especially the Cantian Taoist Temple, and said coldly: "Don't you all want me to die? Chu is here now. Everyone below the immortal, Chu agreed. Of course, if you want to fight in the immortal position, my team will naturally not stand idly by. When the immortal war starts, if someone dies, don't blame Chu for not warning you!"

"Haha, you're so crazy." In the crowd, Jiutianxian licked the corner of his mouth towards Tianjiao. Of course, he had no grudge against Chu Yan, so he would not show up at this time.

"Duanmutong, weren't you crazy before? You have always claimed to be a genius and a top saint, and you seem to be invincible. I am at the bottom of my realm. Now, why don't you get out?" Chu Yan turned around and looked at Duanmutong.

"Haha, Duanmu, he looks down on you. Why don't you go out and fight and kill him." The prince of a top saint in the Jin Dynasty said with a smile.

Duanmutong also frowned. He was also a genius in the eastern part of the Immortal Realm. He knew the strength of the Sword King very well. Although he thought he would not be worse than the Sword King, he was not sure whether he could win.

But Chu Yan defeated the Sword King and made him understand that Chu Yan was not weak.

The feud between Towering Taoist Temple and Chu Yan is different from that of the Supreme Military Palace. Both sides are fighting to the death. Once he is defeated, his life may be threatened.

Now that the Holy Mountain is approaching, he will naturally not take this risk.

At this time, Kong Ling'er also looked at Duanmutong. When she was desperate when she was climbing the mountain, Duanmutong appeared like a warm sun shining into her heart, so she also hoped to see Duanmutong step out and kill Chu Yan.

"I will take your life sooner or later! Now, I will let you live for a few days in the holy mountain." Duanmutong shouted coldly, and then said to the people beside him: "Continue climbing."

Seeing this, a strange light shone in Kong Ling'er's beautiful eyes. Duanmutong actually didn't fight. Although he put down his arrogance, in terms of momentum, he had already been defeated, which made her feel even worse.

"Trash!" Chu Yan smiled sarcastically, without giving the other party any face.

"Yun Feiyang!" Immediately, Chu Yan turned his eyes again, glanced at Yun Feiyang who was always in the crowd of Towering Taoist Temple, and shouted: "You'd better keep blessing, the people of Towering Taoist Temple can always protect you, otherwise your Life, you won’t live long!”

"Squeak!" Yun Feiyang clenched his fist fiercely, but in the end he didn't dare to respond. After his defeat in the Xunxian World, he had been practicing crazily. He thought he could take revenge personally, but seeing that even the Sword King was defeated in the battle just now, he let He knew that he was no match for Chu Yan, so he had no choice but to run away in despair.

"Let's continue." Chu Yan returned and looked up at the Holy Mountain. His mother was once related to the Holy Lord, so he must climb up this Holy Mountain.

The road to the holy mountain is the road to the sky. The holy mountain is as high as the sky is.

A ladder to heaven, endless.

In the blink of an eye, nearly three years have passed since the opening of the Holy Mountain.

Three years is a very short time in the Immortal Realm where ten thousand years is a century. Three years is not even enough for a powerful Immortal to break through. For Immortal Lords and Immortal Emperors, it is just a small retreat.

In the past three years, fewer and fewer people continued to climb the ladder. Until finally, there were only a handful of people on the ladder. There were far fewer people climbing up the mountain than there were people descending.

Of course, those who came down the mountain did not leave the holy mountain. Instead, they waited at the foot of the mountain because they all wanted to see who would reach the top in the end.

Moreover, there are countless chance treasures under the Holy Mountain, as well as some ancient relics left by the Immortal King. Although they have no chance to see the majesty of the Holy Mountain, if they can get the legacy of an Immortal Emperor or the King of the Immortal Realm, it will still be glorious.

Therefore, under the Holy Mountain, it has become a major battlefield.

"I can't hold on any longer!" On this day, Yuqiong Xian'er whispered softly on the ladder to the heaven above the five thousand stone slabs. At this time, her fragrant sweat kept flowing down, soaking her beautiful long skirt and sticking to her delicate body. On the body, it gives people a different kind of temptation.

"It seems that I can only watch you off again!" Yuqiong Xian'er laughed at herself. If Chu Yan hadn't supported her all the way, she might have gone down the mountain before she got here. Now, she has reached her limit.

At this time, Chu Yan felt equally uncomfortable. It would be okay if it was just a test of physical strength, but it was not.

When he got here, every time he climbed up a ladder, he had to endure extremely terrifying training. The power seemed to come from the soul, trampling on his will, but he still persisted, turned around and nodded: "Okay!"

"I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain!" Yu Qiong Xian'er nodded lightly and finally ended. Her suppressed heart relaxed, so she closed her eyes, turned around and walked down.

"I'm going down too." Liu Qingcheng said softly. The road to the Holy Mountain was too long and it was difficult for her to hold on. Qingyi blinked her beautiful eyes at this moment and said softly: "I'll accompany you."

Looking at Qing Yi, Liu Qingcheng smiled: "Okay!"

Two girls walking down the street holding hands.

Chu Yan raised his head again, and the ladder to heaven was still there, just like the height of the sky, with no end in sight.

But he was extremely determined in his heart. He took another step forward and stepped onto a stone slab. He always believed that no matter how high the sky was, it would eventually have an end.