Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Yuebaicheng shook his head slightly, "It’s hard to change talents again."

The disciple shrugged and said: "In this case, I can only say that there is a enchanting genius in the small place of Tiandu, but unfortunately it was chosen to be a sword school, but he may not be able to break the record of Cheng Ge."

"Wait a wait," Yue Bai Cheng smiled and looked at Qiu Yi not far away.

These two are the twin stars in the palace. Yue Baicheng is slightly weaker than Qiu Yi’s talent, but his mentality is very good.

Some records are used to break, and Yue Baicheng knows his own weight. In the Daojian Palace, he is a genius of everyone's eyes. It can be placed in a palace for a day. I am afraid that everyone will be able to surpass myself.

The autumn in the funeral palace is different. At this moment, he has fists in his hands and his face is cloudy!

In the eyes of Qiu Yi, he is now the first person in the school, and is also the object of the entire Daojian Palace. Although Yuebaicheng is qualified to be his opponent, he is better than Yuebai.

If Luo Luo broke this record, he not only took away the glory that should have belonged to him, but he might even replace him.

No matter how his sword-shaped pattern is already at a high place, he can't launch a true sword fight against Luo Zheng. He has no means to stop Luo Zheng!

"Four thousand and two hundred words..."

"Look at what he didn't stop..."

"Ken is going to break the record."

The speed of Luo Zhengnian’s translation did not speed up, but it did not slow down.

"I understand the eternal true meaning of the sword, and there really is no pressure..."

Luo Zheng also had suspicious thoughts in his mind, which was unexpected.

The silky sense of breath conveyed along the blue silk, not only did not feel any pressure, but the idea of ​​extraordinary access, a sense of clarity is always with himself.

"The four thousand two hundred and five crosses broke the record of Yue Baicheng!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the crowd.

Yue Baicheng shrugged his shoulders and felt very relaxed.

"Four thousand three hundred words! Broken the record of autumn easy!" There was another burst of exclamation in the crowd.

Yue Baicheng and Qiu Yi only differed by five crosses, and Luo Zheng’s eyes crossed this record.

Qiu Yi saw this scene, his eyes twitched constantly, and his heart was mixed.

On the platform, Yuebai and Qiuqiu are also black faces. These two disciples are the pearls of their school, and Luo Zheng crushed the records and they were naturally unhappy.

"Breaking the record of Qiu Yi, it should be almost the same..." Yue Bai Li said with a frown.

"Hey, how do I think this is just the beginning," Qiu Shengshui laughed.

"It’s just the beginning..." Qiu Yan’s eyes condensed. "You are too exaggerated."

The big swordsman smiled a little. "I really expect him to be the first time."

After four thousand three hundred words, Luo Zheng still did not stop.

Four thousand five words...

Five thousand words...

Five thousand five words...

At this time, all the school disciples have stopped comprehending the true meaning of the Tao.

They have put down their translations and watched Luo Zheng silently. On these 13 rooftops, there is only Lang Lang’s reading sound!

Occasionally, other people’s chanting will be heard. It is because Luo Zheng has risen to the same level as other school disciples. Those who study the palace disciples are naturally not willing to waste the opportunity to launch a true sword.

Often accompanied by a scream, the snoring of other people also came to an abrupt end.

Most of the disciples of this group of schools are concentrated in the stage of two or three thousand words. After breaking the five thousand words, there are very few disciples who have initiated the challenge of true swords.

Almost everyone has a touch of excitement on their faces.

This is the case with people. When you surpass him a little bit, he may be embarrassed. When you surpass him, you will only have to look up.

Now, whether it is the burial sword palace or the outstanding disciples in the sword palace, Yang or those ordinary disciples, have lost any hostility to Luo Zheng, but look forward to Luo Zheng can go further...

"Six thousand words... already surpassed your record of winning water..." Autumn cold smoke smiled lightly.

At the beginning, she looked at Luo Zheng and insisted on bringing him into the Daojian Palace. It was also based on his own intuition. Now it seems that his judgment is correct.

"Shengshui still looked down on Luo Zheng. According to the rating of Daojiangong, he is afraid that he can be classified into seven products and even eight talents," said the big swordsman with a smile.

Autumn wins the water still hangs on the face of the smile, just watching Luo Zheng quietly, after all, Luo Zheng still has not stopped...

Six thousand five hundred words...

Seven thousand words...

Seven thousand five hundred words...

Eight thousand words...

Luo Zheng’s sword-shaped pattern is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting higher and higher.

The platform is also getting quieter and quieter. In addition to the soft wind, only Luo Zhengyi has a powerful voice.

Qiu Siyuan, Yue Baihao, and Lai Huabei and others have been staring at Luo Zheng. They can’t speak at all. Luo Zheng’s performance has surpassed their cognition. They don’t know how to perform this way. What it means, but there is a hint of faintness in Lai Huabei’s heart. Luo Zheng will not understand the eternal true meaning of the whole sword.

Eight thousand five hundred words...

Nine thousand words...

"Are you still coming?"

Yuebai Cheng glanced at the towering sword. Luo Zheng’s sword-shaped pattern was very close to his sword-shaped pattern. He was able to launch a true sword against Luo Zheng.

Just after his younger brother and Luo Zhengzheng sword fight, he was very excited and really broke his bottleneck. If you really make a breakthrough with Luo Zheng, you will not miss this opportunity.

There is hardly any hesitation, and his sword-shaped pattern has gone straight to the sword-shaped pattern of Luo Zheng.

Not only Moon White, but also made the same choice.

However, Qiu Yi’s heart was filled with resentment. Now he understands that he can’t contain Luo Zheng, but he needs a way to vent.

Two swords and one high sword figure attacked Luo Zheng, and a crisp collision sound came from the top of the towering sword!

"Hey..."

With Luo Zheng's eternal understanding of Jian Yun's eternal realism, his true sense of release is more and more fierce.

At the moment of the collision, Autumn Eaton felt a white light flashing in his mind, and the white light almost tore his soul into two pieces...

At this time, Qiu Yi understands why those who have learned the screams of the palace screams!

However, Qiu Yi and Yue Baicheng are far better than others. They just sighed and endured severe pain, and they still carried out the sword of true meaning.

"Oh...hey..."

Under the intersection of the three sword-shaped patterns, a series of crisp sounds are emitted.

Luo Zheng looks as usual, but Qiu Yi and Yue Bai Cheng are already sweating, and their eyes are round and round, obviously supporting the limit.

After the three interest, Yue Baicheng finally could not support it, and the white-eyed one fell on the roof.

Under the eyes of Qiu Yi, the eyes were not too much, and his tight face was fading, and the whole person fell to the ground.