"Chu Mu passed the eighth level of the Puppet Sword Formation …" Sikong Zhan's indifferent face revealed a trace of a smile, as if he had found something fun.
"Yes, but he was injured in three places when he passed the Nine Revolution Sword Formation. He is obviously not as good as Lord." Fei Kang said.
"Don't underestimate him. He grew up in a worse environment than us. Once he came here, his strength increased by leaps and bounds. To be able to reach this step in such a short time, he is indeed very capable." Sikong Zhan recovered his indifference and said slowly, "Half a month later, bring out your full strength to fight him."
"Yes, Lord. We will definitely defeat Chu Mu." Fei Kang said.
… …
"This kid's growth speed is beyond my imagination. He actually passed the eighth level of the Puppet Sword Formation." After Ji Tianxiang heard the news, he pondered for a moment before smiling with a trace of expectation, "I wonder if he can pass the last level of the Puppet Sword Formation before becoming an elite disciple?"
… …
Chu Mu didn't know about everyone's expectations and discussions. He quickly returned to the Sword Tower with the six thousand Sky Edge Coins he obtained from the Puppet Sword Formation. He closed the door of his room and immediately fell asleep on the bed.
Too tired, too exhausted.
On one hand, he had continuously cultivated without rest for several months. Although Chu Mu didn't feel tired, it was like a taut bowstring. Then, he had broken through the puppet sword formation's eighth stage, the Nine Revolution Sword Formation. The pressure was too great, causing Chu Mu's strength to be completely exhausted and he was even injured. All of the accumulated exhaustion exploded out like a mountain flood breaking through a dam.
It was as if he had returned to the time when he was a fetus. He didn't have to think about anything. It was as if he was in a hot spring. After sleeping for an entire day, Chu Mu naturally woke up.
Stretching his limbs, cracking sounds came from his body. His entire body felt comfortable and refreshed. Chu Mu was intoxicated by the feeling of being reborn.
It seemed like it had been a long time since he had experienced such a comfortable feeling.
It turned out that after a deep exhaustion, letting go of everything and having a good sleep was so wonderful.
With a thought, it instantly spread throughout his body. Chu Mu carefully sensed that every part of his body was brimming with vitality. It was as if a drought had been met with a sweet rain, a vitality that sprouted like bamboo shoots after the rain. All the accumulated fatigue in his body was swept away.
Immediately after, Chu Mu's eyes widened and he revealed an astonished expression.
"I can't believe he's developed so much of his spiritual will …"
The potential of his mental remembrance was slowly being developed at an even pace. However, Chu Mu discovered that after sleeping, without him knowing, his mental remembrance had suddenly increased by a lot. Its development speed was at least three times faster than usual.
Since his condition was better than ever, Chu Mu didn't waste any time. He went downstairs and began cultivating once more.
In another 14 days, it would be the day he challenged Sikong Zhan. Comparing the process of both of them challenging the Nine Revolutions Sword Formation, Chu Mu knew that there was still an obvious gap between him and Sikong Zhan.
It was obviously impossible for him to temper his sword intent and profound to the fourth revolution in just a dozen days. He hadn't even finished studying the fourth hand seal yet.
Therefore, Chu Mu could only strengthen other aspects, such as improving his fighting style, increasing the power of his sword, his footwork, and other aspects. He wanted to improve as much as possible.
For the next 14 days, Chu Mu didn't leave his room. He was completely immersed in high-intensity cultivation.
However, because the potential of his spiritual consciousness was still being developed, he didn't need to cultivate the Southern Dipper Mind Refining Scripture. Therefore, Chu Mu took out four hours of his night to sleep.
He discovered that when he slept for four hours, the potential of his spiritual consciousness would be developed twice as fast. Although it wasn't as fast as before, it was still much faster. The time it took for his spiritual consciousness to fill his spiritual world was greatly reduced.
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In the official disciple area of the Sky Edge Sword Palace, a large number of swordsmen had gathered at the first arena. They were densely packed and impenetrable.
In one area, there was a large group of swordsmen with small bronze swords embroidered on their chests standing together. The group seemed very orderly. Some of the swordsmen were even holding large signs with the words "Grand Elder, Unparalleled Might" written on them.
These swordsmen were members of the Ancient Sword Union.
Chu Mu, the Grand Elder, had become the focus of attention time and time again. He had done things that ordinary swordsmen couldn't do. Even now, he could still be mentioned in the same breath as the number one official disciple, Sikong Zhan. He had long since become the idol of the Ancient Sword Union's swordsmen.
The first time might be an accident, the second time might be a miracle, but the third time was something that people couldn't help but take seriously. The first time, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time, that was true strength.
Perhaps the current Chu Mu wasn't as good as Sikong Zhan, but in the hearts of all the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Union, Chu Mu was the strongest. Considering all the factors, the fact that Chu Mu could reach this step in such a short period of time meant that as long as Chu Mu was given enough time, they believed that Chu Mu would definitely surpass Sikong Zhan.
No matter what, the Ancient Sword Union had already been branded with Chu Mu's label. As long as Chu Mu was willing, with a single command, almost all the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Union would obey Chu Mu's orders. Even Su Haosha, the Union Master, couldn't compare to such prestige.
After all, the Ancient Sword Union could only be established so smoothly because Chu Mu was the Grand Elder.
Fortunately, Chu Mu didn't have any thoughts about power. He also didn't like to be a manager. Su Haosha also understood this point, which was why he invited Chu Mu to be the Grand Elder without any worries.
Now was the day of the battle between Chu Mu and Sikong Zhan. Almost all the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Union were present. There were no less than six thousand of them. Among the official disciples, they could be considered the largest force.
Thirteen figures quickly rushed over from the distance. They leaped into the air and used their movement techniques to fly over the heads of many swordsmen. They landed on the stage one after another. They were the thirteen generals under Sikong Zhan.
A sharp aura rose from the thirteen generals and permeated the surroundings. Each of their eyes emitted a sharp light as traces of battle intent wrapped around their bodies. They were like treasured swords that were about to be unsheathed.
However, Sikong Zhan didn't appear.
"Chu Mu, why haven't you shown yourself yet? Could it be that you're afraid?" The sixth general shouted. His voice was like rolling thunder as it rolled across the stage.
"Bullshit, why would the Grand Elder be afraid of you guys?"
"That's right. With just the few of you, how could you be a match for the Grand Elder?"
The words of the sixth general infuriated the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Union. They all glared at the thirteen generals and roared. Even if their individual strength was not as great as the thirteen generals, the fury of several thousand swordsmen was not something to be scoffed at. It caused the expressions of the thirteen generals to change slightly.
There was a slight sound of wind breaking as a white figure flew across the sky above the swordsmen. It was as light as a swan as it landed on the stage in the blink of an eye.
"Where's Sikong Zhan?" Chu Mu glanced over and asked Fei Kang.
"Lord Sikong Zhan is not someone you can meet just because you want to," the sixth general said with an enigmatic smile.
"Defeat the thirteen of us together first," said Fei Kang.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flapped and the sound of wind breaking rang out. In the blink of an eye, the thirteen generals spread out and stood in their positions, surrounding Chu Mu.
"Sword formation …" Looking at the positions of the thirteen generals, Chu Mu had a mysterious feeling. He frowned slightly.
Among the thirteen generals, Fei Kang's sword intent and profundity had both reached the second revolution. The other generals' sword intent and profundity had basically reached the first revolution, but there was a difference in depth.
When the thirteen generals worked together, an ordinary third revolution sword practitioner might not be a match for them, let alone a sword formation.
Moreover, Chu Mu did not know what kind of sword formation the thirteen generals were setting up. The reason he could tell it was a sword formation was because he had broken through the puppet sword formation several times and had a much deeper understanding of sword formations.
In short, any sword formation could not be underestimated.
Moreover, it was a sword formation set up by the thirteen generals. Chu Mu attached great importance to it.
"This sword formation is called the Flood Dragon Sword Formation. You have to break it and defeat all of us to win," shouted Fei Kang.
"Flood Dragon Sword Formation!"
"The thirteen generals actually set up a sword formation."
Most swordsmen had not studied sword formations, so they could not tell that it was a sword formation. When they heard Fei Kang's words, they were all shocked.
In their opinion, the thirteen generals were very powerful. When they worked together, they were even more terrifying. Now that they had set up a sword formation, their power had multiplied. Chu Mu's situation was not good.
The Flood Dragon Sword Formation had not yet been activated, but it had already emitted traces of pressure that washed over him.
"Flood Dragon Sword Formation …" Chu Mu was deep in thought.
Every sword formation had a name. This name was not given casually. Swordsmen who had studied sword formations would often be able to make some connections from the name of the sword formation.
Chu Mu had broken through the puppet sword formation several times and was quite knowledgeable about basic sword formations. Therefore, after thinking about it, he had a better understanding of the Flood Dragon Sword Formation. However, whether it was true or not, he still needed to personally experience it.
"Chu Mu, the sword formation is about to be activated." Fei Kang reminded. At the same time, he was also giving orders to the other generals.
Immediately, the thirteen generals drew their swords. An incomparably sharp aura was emitted from their swords. The sword pressure descended and directly attacked Chu Mu. It was as if they wanted to cut Chu Mu into pieces.
"Flood Dragon Out of the Sea!" Fei Kang shouted. The sword formation suddenly changed. The thirteen generals seemed to have merged into one and turned into a flood dragon. With Fei Kang as the dragon head and the thirteenth general as the dragon tail, it swam like a flood dragon out of the sea. Fei Kang attacked Chu Mu with his sword.
This sword had merged the sharpness of the first, second, third, and fourth generals into one. Its power was multiplied several times as it pierced towards Chu Mu.
In an instant, Chu Mu was locked in by a powerful aura. It was as if he saw a huge flood dragon head rushing out of the water and biting at him. Its power was unparalleled.
Using the Flying Swan Illusory Steps, Chu Mu's body became unstable. He instantly dodged Fei Kang's sword.
"Flood Dragon Flip!" Fei Kang shouted again. The Flood Dragon Sword Formation changed and instantly surrounded Chu Mu in an arc. It reduced the space that Chu Mu could dodge as much as possible. The fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth generals attacked one after another. Each sword carried a terrifying power and slashed towards Chu Mu from the bottom to the top. It looked like a flood dragon flipping its body.
Each sword was different from the beginning and the end, and the timing was very accurate. It was like a meat grinder. Chu Mu, who was trapped in the middle, was about to be ground to death. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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