C222 Sword Ladder
C222 Sword Ladder
"Don't worry, I can handle it."
Wang Ning forced out an ugly smile and took the Juque Sword from Ye Chen's hands.
But just as his hand was holding onto the Juque Sword's sword hilt, then … He fell to the ground.
How is this possible!?
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
It was only because Wang Ning did not wield the heavy sword that Wang Ning fell to the ground.
Wang Ning was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect the heavy sword to be so heavy.
"I said that you can't hold my sword." Ye Chen looked at Wang Ning indifferently, "Why don't you believe it?"
With that said, Ye Chen took back the Juque Sword and placed it on his back.
Silence, a deathly silence.
They no longer dared to imagine how much strength Ye Chen had. Wu Tie couldn't even hold the sword, but this man picked it up very easily and was carrying it on his back.
Ye Chen's face was as calm as water. He did not pay much attention to the shocked expression on everyone's face.
"Brother, can I know your name?"
Wang Ning looked at Ye Chen.
"Ye Chen." Ye Chen said slowly.
At this moment, Wang Ning's heart was filled with endless shock. His master had always told him that there was always a stronger opponent, and a stronger opponent.
He hadn't believed it before, but now he did.
"The sword stairs are open!"
A person exclaimed.
Soon after, a long stone staircase appeared on the mountain.
This was what the disciples of the Sword Sect had been preparing for. Whoever could reach the highest level would receive an even higher level of cultivation in the Sword Sect.
However, ever since the opening of the Sword Sect, no one had ever reached the final step.
Everyone began moving towards the sword ladders.
Some of them had only taken a few steps before they were done.
"The sword stairs are so difficult!"
After a hundred steps, more than half of them could not hold on any longer.
Ye Chen's face was as calm as water. He was now at the 100th step.
He thought that with every step he took, the feeling of oppression would increase, but the current feeling of oppression did not affect him at all.
He continued to move upwards.
At the highest point of the stairs, there were two men and one woman.
Two men and one woman were around forty years old.
"How many steps do you guys think the disciples in this year will be able to walk?"
"There is a total of five hundred steps to the sword staircase. The highest is four hundred steps."
"Yo, the previous two sessions of disciples took no more than three hundred and fifty steps."
"There must be something to look forward to."
At two hundred steps, another group of people couldn't hold on any longer.
There were only a few people left in the three hundred steps.
At 350 steps, Wang Ning shook his head at Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, I can't hold on any longer, you go up."
The two men and one woman at the top of the stairs nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad. This time, two of them have reached 350 steps."
"That's not right, one of them started climbing up again."
"What? Are we really going to walk 400 steps?"
The two men and one woman were shocked.
When Ye Chen was at the 400th step, the pressure from the Sword Step was getting bigger and bigger. Sweat was pouring down from his body like rain.
Of course, he knew he didn't need to keep going forward. However, he was a person who liked to challenge others. This wasn't his limit.
At four hundred and fifty paces, he felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.
Oh my god!
Four hundred and fifty steps!
The two men and one woman at the top of the stairs retreated a few steps, their faces filled with shock.
Just as Ye Chen was about to go up, Liu Qianqian suddenly appeared in front of him.