If the sword heart is clear, it is a state of mind, not a state of practice, but a state of mind.

Every sword cultivator is extremely eager to enter this state of mind. After rumor that he has entered the realm of clear sword heart, his view, thinking, saying, and feeling are all sword art. He can activate the sword intent by wielding a sword at will, and he can understand the true meaning of sword art through one stab and one striking. This is actually the great fortune of sword cultivator.

Although the level of the sword path's perception determines whether one can enter the realm of sword heart enlightenment, as long as one can reach this level of mind, it is enough to show that this person has gone very far on the road of sword path, which is beyond the reach of ordinary monks. There are tens of thousands of sword cultivators in the entire vast country and even the nineteen states in the world, and there are only a few hundred people who can enter this realm. As casual as Wei Yuan, less than one tenth of them can understand sword heart enlightenment.

The only one in Haoguo's Kingdom of Warring States, Wu Jianxin and some old monsters may be able to do it. The young man who is only twenty years old and has only a fetal breathing level in the upper realm is even better than the old monster who has been famous for decades or even hundreds of years. How could this not make Zuo Cixin frightened?

After being shocked for a long time, Zuo Ci took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and smiled bitterly, "I'm confused. Since you are the head of a sword, your swordsmanship is naturally not a small matter. If you can beat Master Liu Shan, how can you not be able to defeat me?"

As he said this, Zuo Ci solemnly stretched out his hand, held the hilt of the long sword that had been crossed in front of his knee for three years and spoke lightly, "I am lucky to compete with the sword head today. My sword is very happy. It has longed for a long time, so the first sword that was unsheathed is extraordinary. Wei Jianshou must be careful."

Wei Yuan didn't say a word, pressed the sword with one hand, and floated one foot away from the ground and in the sky.

Zuo Ci didn't say much anymore, stepped on three or seven steps, and unsheathed his sword. In an instant, thunder and lightning flashed. The entire sky above the mountain was instantly wrapped by dark clouds, covering the sky like a huge vortex.

This sword came like a rainbow. How could it be so simple that a sword that had been hidden for three years? The sword light was like a pillar of light that connected to the world. Even Wei Yuan did not dare to underestimate the slightest.

The next moment, Wei Yuan pinched his sword and pointed it forward a little. The ox drew out the scabbard, whistled away, and pierced straight into the sword light.

Wherever he passed, the sword lights were staggering towards both sides like a river meeting a peak. Wei Yuan took off and drove the way with the red ox and killed Zuo Ci.

Zuo Ci's sword is very powerful. If Wei Yuan's current strength is simply unbearable, fortunately, this ox is not an ordinary weapon, and Wei Yuan has already discovered this.

The sword spirit of Ruziniu has become so powerful that it is terrifying. It is only a little short that it can condense the soul, cultivate it into a sword soul, and become a real immortal magic weapon. This is the reason why Wei Yuan dared to fight Zuo Ci so confidently.

In the sword light, Wei Yuan's soul moved, the red ox sword whirled lightly, and the power of the weapon spirit burst out in an instant.

At that moment, a wave visible to the naked eye on the top of Qianziyuan Mountain scattered and stretched a hundred feet away.

The sword light that Zuo Ci waved shattered violently. The next moment, Wei Yuan had already grasped the hilt of the Ruziniu and appeared in front of him.

"Cold Light Slashing Rock Sword!"

A loud explosion followed by a powerful slash of swords.

Zuo Ci didn't dare to hold it big, and slashed the long sword in his hand, colliding with Wei Yuan's ox, and a powerful force came from the sword body. Both of them retreated several feet, stopped and rushed out again without stopping. They intersected several times in the air, and the sound of the sword resounded all over the world.

Wei Yuan used the blessing of Jianxin to play against Zuo Ci in a similar way with Ruziniu's powerful sword spirit, but both of them knew very well that the other party could not get out the trump card so quickly.

However, compared to the calmness that Wei Yuan had lived for thousands of years before he developed, Zuo Ci was relatively impetuous. After several battles, he finally couldn't help but start to act genuinely.

After another fight, the two of them opened several feet apart, and Zuo Ci sniffed in a low voice, "One of the extreme swords!"

The long sword was rolled up like a dragon, piercing straight towards Wei Yuan. There were thunder sounds behind him, like an evil dragon coming out.

Wei Yuan's face was slightly solemn. This sword was extraordinary. Although he was now standing in the realm of sword heart, he was only in the upper realm of fetal breathing. If he had to do so, he would probably suffer a lot of internal injuries even if he did not die.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan no longer tolerated it. He glanced at the middle of his eyebrows and instantly a golden light flew out from the black spear of his soul sea, and the sword energy of the Dao Slaying was released again.

The sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao continued to grow like Wei Yuan. The moment Wei Yuan entered the upper realm of fetal breathing, this sword energy also underwent earth-shaking changes. The most obvious point was that this was no longer a small sword. It looked like the size of an ordinary dagger. The golden light was more intense and restrained, and the aura it emitted was even more terrifying and sharp.

The battle on the top of the Qianziyuan Mountain attracted countless attention. Not to mention the students of the Imperial College, even the Jiji Siye and others were looking forward to it. They really wanted to see how capable Wei Yuan was, and how good it was compared to Zuo Ci, who was known as the highest talent in the history of the Imperial College.

"Pei Siye, who do you think will win this battle?"

The Emperor Yu Quan stood outside the study door, looked at the direction of Qianziyuan, and asked with a smile.

Standing behind him were two Siyes from the Imperial College. Pei Gonglang was respectful and Yang Zidao leaned lazily against the door frame and drank.

Hearing the question from the priest, Pei Gongran took a deep breath, then stroked his goatee beard and smiled, "Although Wei Yuan is extremely talented, he is still the upper level of fetal breathing. He can win the position of the sword head because Liu Anzhi suppressed his realm and used sword skills to judge the level of the level."

"And Zuo Ci has been raising swords for three years and is in the midst of Duanchen. If you want to say that the swordsmanship is probably not enough than Wei Yuan, but the realm strength is there, so I think the winner of this battle should be Zuo Ci."

After hearing this, the Emperor Yu nodded, as if he felt something was right, and then he spoke to Yang Zidao, "What do Yang Siye think?"

"Wei Yuan can win, so there is no need to consider this."

Yang Zidao took a sip of wine and spoke without thinking.

Hearing this, Pei Gongren, who was already out of sight, rolled his eyes immediately.

The powerful minister continued to ask with interest, "How can I see it?"

Yang Zidao swallowed the wine in his mouth, then looked at the direction of Qianziyuan and replied, "On the sky list, only those with the lowest ranking can challenge the top rankings, so it can be seen that Wei Yuan is going to take action this time. You don't understand this kid, and you never fight an unprepared battle. Your heart is so dirty. If you can't win, he won't be bored."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Gongran snorted softly, "Even if Wei Yuan is scheming, it cannot be considered a complete plan. In the face of absolute strength, any strategy is pale and powerless."

"I believe it or not, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Yang Zidao waved his hand, looked at Pei Gongran with great disgust and then turned back to the room.
Chapter completed!