Fifteen minutes was basically a stalemate for Swordsman, which was a fast way to determine victory!
Who could hold their own against the Sword Ancestor at Foundation Establishment?
It was impossible! With this kind of ability, how could he possibly be unknown to the public? This was especially true for the orthodoxy of swordsmanship, where skills were honed through battles, not something that could be figured out in the depths of the mountains and forests!
Was it a cultivator from outside the continent? But their only hope, Zhou Xian, had already left?
Huang Nian clenched his teeth. "Fine, I'll go in again and see if the difficulty of Foundation Establishment has been lowered."
Huang Nian did as he said and charged into Foundation Establishment. Fourteen breaths later, he fell out with a face covered in dirt.
"My head was cut off!"
Perfected Lord Banzhu was speechless. "Your attitude is wrong. You're too eager to succeed! But your results are worse than before! "
Luan Shiyi volunteered. "My heart is big. I'll go in!"
Ten breaths later, Luan Shiyi fell out, but his face was still full of pride. "I was stabbed into a sieve! But I lasted ten breaths. That's an improvement! I won't compete with the Sword Ancestor. I'll compete with Old Ninth Huang. I'll catch up to you sooner or later! "
A few more sword cultivators did not believe it and began to challenge the Foundation Level that they had challenged countless times before. The result was, without exception, the same result. The result was very clear that the Sword Ancestor's Foundation Level did not reduce the difficulty!
In other words, that Perfected Lord Swordsman …
Everyone was wondering who this person was. Such powerful strength made them feel unworthy, and they were a little embarrassed to step forward and speak.
While the Swordsman were still whispering, that Perfected Lord Swordsman had recovered his strength and entered Foundation Establishment again!
"Again? There's no need, right? He's already proven himself! He can definitely challenge higher steles! "Luan Shiyi was puzzled.
Huang Nian shook his head. "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? For us, progress is measured in breaths! For him, I'm afraid his demands are measured in minutes!
The Sword Dao Stele has nine levels, and there's a reward for each level. Although I don't know what level you have to reach to get the reward, I think he's aiming for it! "
Ban Zhu nodded, "What Huang Nian said is correct. That's how it is! "Based on my judgment, I should be able to last a certain amount of time in the Foundation Realm to pass. I just don't know how long this period is.
Twenty minutes? Forty-five minutes? Two hours?
Or do I have to defeat the Crow Ancestor? "
In the space inside the monolith, at the entrance of every Monolith Realm, there was a huge gem-like eye. In the eye of the eye, there was a huge, gray word 'Award'! To the cultivators, this wasn't difficult to understand: Pass, the reward word lit up, and the prize was issued!
In the world of cultivation, senior masters often proposed such rewards in the space they set up to stimulate the younger disciples. Especially in the orthodox Taoist sect, the Taoist sect made it more grand, immortal, and very pretentious, unlike the Sword Master, who was straightforward and rude and even engraved the word "reward". Did he think that everyone was a naughty child?
But what was the prize? I'm really looking forward to it! Ever since the Sword Dao Stele was established, no one had ever obtained a reward in any of the realms. At least, they didn't know!
Could it be an immortal technique? A peerless sword art? Or some other immortal item?
But no matter what it was, the reward of a sword immortal who used to be a Zenith Heaven Immortal was enough to make people yearn for it!
Lou Xiaoyi's heart was as calm as water. He didn't come here to die, but to defeat the Crow Ancestor! To others, this was arrogant, but to him, it was not a dream!
In terms of hardware, he was confident that he wasn't inferior to the Crow Ancestor. What he needed to improve was his soft strength, the compatibility between him and the sword, the adaptation of judgment and action, the familiarity of movement and attack, and the effectiveness of battle tactics!
It was the problem of how to display his sword skills and avoid being entangled in sword frequency and sword speed, and how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses!
There was no other way to improve other than to continue to fight!
As soon as he entered, the battle began immediately. Close combat!
More than fifteen minutes later, Lou Xiaoyi fell out of the Monolith Realm again and continued to recover in silence! The Crow Ancestor could defeat him physically, but he couldn't conquer his heart! In Lou Xiaoyi's heart, there was no such thing as blind worship. Especially in terms of sword skills, he didn't submit to anyone!
"Fifteen minutes and a hundred breaths! He improved by a hundred breaths! "Huang Nian murmured.
At this time, the Swordsman group had completely given up on their own cultivation. They just watched from the side because they knew the goal of this powerful Monarch Swordsman. Compared to the time they wasted, it was more important to pay attention to this historical moment!
Unfortunately, they couldn't see the scene of this person breaking through in the Foundation Realm. This made everyone itch!
The Swordsman group watched for three whole years! They counted the time and number of times this Swordsman entered. Until now, the longest time he lasted was more than two hours, and the number of times he tried to break through had reached a total of one thousand and four hundred and two times!
Now, they didn't only admire this person's strength, but also his perseverance! With such perseverance, what couldn't he do?
The general didn't die after a hundred battles, and he rode his horse with his sword in hand!
At first glance, this person's aura made people feel that there was not the slightest bit of iron-blooded generosity. However, his actions made people feel the indomitable spirit of a sword cultivator in their hearts! Even the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Immortal couldn't stop his desire for victory!
Break through, recover, break through, recover … In the silent endless cycle, it was like a machine! It never stopped!
During this process, it didn't always go up. Sometimes, it went backwards. For some reason, it was quickly killed by the Sword Ancestor, but overall, it was going up!
Steadily going up, small steps back, big steps forward! Obviously, this Monarch Swordsman's learning ability was terrifying. He was using the Sword Ancestor to test his sword!
Finally, he killed the Sword Ancestor!
The Monarch only lasted for a few dozen breaths before he was killed in his 104th attempt! This was his most fragile failure so far!
However, he didn't hesitate and immediately went back in, starting his 104th attempt!
Huang Nian asked the Swordsman what was on his mind, "Is this the sign of a mental breakdown?"
After all, Mottled Bamboo was a Monarch, so he could see much further. "Not necessarily! It could be the collapse of his willpower after a long battle!
But it's also possible that there's a change! With his ability to last for two hours, it's possible that he's looking for a change, a big change! "
Before he finished speaking, the space of the Dao Stele suddenly shook, and the Monarch Swordsman was ejected. For the first time, he looked up to the sky and laughed!
At the same time, the conspicuous word "Award" at the entrance of the Foundation Stage was no longer gray, but bright!
A reward for clearing the stage! This was too tempting! The dozens of Swordsman opened their eyes wide and stared at it without blinking. They really wanted to replace it!
The Monarch Swordsman didn't hesitate. He flew closer and slapped the word "Award" with his hand. Suddenly, an item fell!
The dozens of Swordsman opened their divine sense to the maximum and tried to identify the origin of the shiny item, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't identify it!
It wasn't too high-end, but too low-end. It was so low-end that it made one's hair stand on end!
Then, a familiar voice cursed loudly.
"F * * * your ancestors! I worked so hard for three years and went in and out more than a thousand times to finally defeat you, and you only reward me with a spirit stone? And it's a f * * * ing low-grade one? "
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