The blue sky and white clouds, the sea breeze is gently swaying, and the water surface is gently shaking, which looks quiet and peaceful.

"Tianshui Sansheng Sword Technique, the first grade of the earth level!"

Han Chen's brows furrowed slightly and he shook his head.

The grade of this sword technique has reached the ground level, which is not weak, but compared to the three grades of the ground level required by the assessment, it is completely insufficient. And for Han Chen, it is not of the slightest use.

After all, the Three Dragons Sword Technique that Han Chen is cultivating now is the top swordsmanship and martial arts among the five grades of the Earth Rank, and he doesn't know how much stronger it is compared to this Tianshui Sansheng Sword Technique.

Without a trace of hesitation, Han Chen directly took his mind back and gave it up.

Although there are countless martial arts techniques contained in the Heavenly Machine Diagram, the level of the Heavenly Machine Diagram is also different. Those who are lucky will encounter high-grade martial arts, while those who are unlucky can only linger in low-grade martial arts.

"In this way, it seems that luck is also quite important in the assessment of this level!"

Shaking his head, he didn't continue to investigate, after all, the assessment time limit is only one hour, and it can't be wasted.

"I'm a sword cultivator, why don't you go to that sword mountain and have a look!"

When the voice fell, Han Chen's heart moved, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, the sea receded, the earth dried up, and towering iron mountain peaks appeared, and patches of steel forests exuding an icy aura filled the land.

Immediately afterward, the Iron Mountain Giant Peak collapsed, the steel forest exploded, and a giant sword with an endless edge stood between heaven and earth.

Recite!!

The sound of the sword sounded, growing stronger and stronger, and then filled the heavens and the earth, turning into the only sound.

The sound of the sword groaned into his ears, and the blood in Han Chen's body boiled rapidly again, like magma, a powerful and surging force, as if a mountain torrent was surging in his body. There was a faint urge to uncontrollably vent.

Call!

Exhaling heavily, Han Chen didn't think much about it, his eyes closed, listening to the melodious sword groan, and his mind completely dispersed. began to feel the faint artistic conception in this world of Sword Mountain.

Compared to the previous Ocean World, this Sword Mountain World, Han Chen actually didn't have too many advantages.

Whether it is the ice spirit body or the artistic conception of the snow that has reached its ultimate perfection, this is the case.

Therefore, it will not be as easy to perceive that artistic conception as in the marine world.

However, as Han Chen said, he is a sword cultivator. There is no need for other advantages at all, this alone is enough.

The endless edge, filling the heaven and the earth, echoed with the sound of the sword, perfectly integrated.

It feels as if someone is practicing the sword right next to them.

The sword pressure, the sword edge, and the momentum are all so real and pure.

Airplanes!

As if attracted by the endless edge and sword roaring qi, Han Chen's body trembled slightly. A faint edge emanated from his body.

Compared to the sharpness of this Sword Mountain World, the sharp aura emanating from Han Chen's body. It's really weak and pitiful, like the gap between a drop of water and the sea, there is no comparison at all.

Under the endless edge around him, the sharp aura on Han Chen's body could only come out of his body, but it was only three meters, and it could no longer be emitted.

It's a coercion!

Within three meters. It was the limit that Han Chen could bear, and if he exceeded this limit, he would collapse, and he would be completely crushed to pieces by the sharp aura in the Sword Mountain World.

"A warrior should have a sharp edge. The edge is not obvious, like a sword returning to its sheath. Han Chen's eyes were slightly jawed, his face was indifferent, his lips opened and closed, and he paused word by word.

"Sharp edge, no fight, no return!"

Martial artists already have a sharp edge, and sword cultivation is even more so, so Han Chen will have a sharp aura on his body.

The edge is like a sword, and since the sword has been drawn out of the sheath, whether it is victory or defeat, it must be a battle.

The voice fell, Han Chen flipped his hands, and the Zunlong and Mo Han swords appeared in their hands, holding a sword in each hand, holding the scabbard with the palm of his hand, and with a flick of his thumb, the blade of the sword was unsheathed for three points, and the cold light was awe-inspiring.

Recite!

The blade of the sword was unsheathed, hidden but not released, but the melodious sound of the sword chant was just resounding and endless.

The sharp aura on Han Chen's body stirred up, and it also fit perfectly with that sword chant.

If someone else is here, they will find that at this moment, behind Han Chen, there is a faint long sword phantom, condensed.

Snort snort

The sharp aura and the sound of the sword groaned perfectly, and it suddenly increased. Like a sword embryo, it has completed the last step of forging, revealing an amazing edge.

The sharp aura on Han Chen's body crossed the three-meter limit and spread in all directions.

Suddenly, it was like a red-hot soldering iron falling into the icy water, and the piercing sound continued.

Han Chen's eyes were still slightly open, but his face became more indifferent.

"Since I cultivated, the sharp aura on my body has become stronger and stronger, and even later, it has far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists!"

"Especially after the battle with that leaf, it is even more like a volcano that has been brewing for a long time, spewing and soaring, greatly improving!"

"Come to think of it, if I hadn't already comprehended the artistic conception of snow, I'm afraid that after the battle with that leaf, I should also be able to comprehend the artistic conception of the edge by that skyrocketing promotion!"

The comprehension of artistic conception is extremely difficult. If you don't have great perseverance and great opportunity, no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to comprehend.

Han Chen comprehended the artistic conception of snow, also because he had comprehended the cold snow sword technique for three years, and he was even more burdened with a cold ice spirit body, and finally he was still in the 100,000 mountains, watching the snow for three months, before he could comprehend it.

The difficulties can be imagined.

It is very rare to be able to comprehend an artistic conception. And on this basis, I want to comprehend the second artistic conception, which is something that many people dare not think of.

Because that kind of difficulty is far from being comparable to comprehending an artistic conception, far from it.

Before that, Han Chen had never thought about comprehending the second artistic conception.

After all, his time is not enough, and if he comprehends the second artistic conception, he doesn't know how much time it will take, and it's not worth it at all.

Besides, whether you can comprehend it or not is still a matter of two theories.

But now it's different.

In this Sword Mountain world, under this endless edge, Han Chen found a glimmer of opportunity.

Although his own sharp aura is far superior to that of ordinary martial artists, it is quite powerful, but after all, it has not yet become an artistic conception, and it is still insufficient.

It's just a sword embryo, a semi-finished product.

If you want to complete it and forge it into a peerless sword, you need a sharpening stone to turn it on.

And now, this Sword Mountain World, this endless edge, is the Grinding Sword Stone.

Han Chen wants to achieve his own sharp artistic conception with this!

Even if he failed in the assessment of this level and was eliminated, Han Chen did not waver in the slightest.

Recite!!

The sound of the sword groaning between heaven and earth became stronger and stronger, and Han Chen's eardrums were a little bulging, and he felt a tingling pain.

Han Chen didn't pay the slightest attention to this, and let the sword groan in his ears, and he didn't use the true yuan to resist.

This is a competition of edges, if it is true luck and resists it, the momentum will already be weak, and at that time, Han Chen will be defeated, and it will not be far away.

Recite!!

Concentrating on the one, Han Chen's spirit was highly condensed, and he clasped the hilts of the Zunlong and Mo Han swords with both hands, and slowly pulled out the scabbard.

The blade of the sword rubbed against the scabbard, and the sound of the sword groan, like nine dragons soaring into the sky, circled continuously, and became more melodious.

The sharp aura on his body, supported by this sword roar, surged wildly, as if a fierce beast showed its fangs and pounced outward.

Five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters

Time passed slowly, and the sharp aura on Han Chen's body continued to spread outward, expanding the range.

It's just that every time he expands, Han Chen's face will turn whiter and whiter, and the twin swords in his hands will also want to pull out a point.

The impact of the edge, the pressure was all on Han Chen's body, he was the support and pillar of the sharp aura.

If he could hold on, then the sharp aura would not collapse, and it would spread outward until it filled the entire heaven and earth, completely enveloping the Sword Mountain world.

If he can't support it, the sharp aura will be shattered, and the artistic conception of the edge will never exist. In the worst case, he directly exited the Heavenly Machine Diagram, and was counterattacked, acting on the physical body, and being seriously injured by it.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, half a pillar of incense passed.

At this time, the artistic conception of the sharp breath spread to a radius of fifty meters. And Han Chen's face was completely pale, and he couldn't see a trace of blood.

But his face was still calm, his gaze was extremely indifferent, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation.

At this moment, all his mind has already been integrated into his own sharp aura, and he does not have the slightest emotion.

"There is still an inch of the sword edge, left in the sheath!" His eyes lowered and he looked down at the sword edge that was across his knees, and the sword edge was out of the sheath, leaving only a section of the sword tip in the scabbard.

"Success or failure, in one fell swoop!"

Slightly silent, Han Chen withdrew his gaze, looked at the endless, towering sharp giant sword around him, and said softly.

Choke!

The voice fell, Han Chen's hands twitched, the sword light flashed, and the two long swords were completely pulled out of their scabbards.

The sword blade was unsheathed, it was Han Chen's complete concentration of spirit and spirit, and it was an unreserved release, and it was also a display of his full strength.

Recite!!

The earth-shattering sound of the sword roar skyrocketed in an instant, resounding through this heaven and earth, and faintly, it actually forced the sword roar of the Sword Mountain World to retreat.

And with the support of the sword chant, the sharp aura on Han Chen's body also soared wildly, like a thunderbolt vibrating, with an irresistible momentum, it spread and spread violently to the surroundings.

Originally, when it reached fifty meters, it stagnated the sharp aura, which instantly expanded to sixty meters, then seventy meters, and then eighty meters

But the further back he went, the slower the speed of the expansion of the sharp aura became.

In just five breaths, Han Chen reached ninety meters. But the next tea time was raised by nine meters, to ninety-nine meters.

Then, there is no longer any way to improve.

"Break it for me!"

In the pitch-black eyes, there was a sharp surge, and even more flickering madly, Han Chen swung his two swords and struck, letting out a roar of rage.

Clang!!

The swords clashed, bursting into dazzling sparks.

Poof

Han Chen's already pale face turned red, and he couldn't help but raise his head and spew out a large mouthful of blood. (To be continued......)