The practice of reversing this kind of thing has been heard of.

Some exercises are too advanced and profound, and it is easy to be counterattacked if you forcibly study them, but just by looking at them, you will be counterattacked until you vomit blood, which is like listening to ancient legends.

This exercise is so powerful, what level is it?

The cultivation exercises are divided into four levels: mortal, grandmaster, peerless, and supreme, and the meteor knife, mountain opening knife, and flash step practiced by Fang Xile are all mortal levels.

And the Seven Limits of Destroying the Heavens and the Earth are just the first form that makes her suffer backlash, I am afraid that there is a peerless level, and the seven styles combined, how can there be a supreme level?

Fang Xile was secretly frightened, this jade book is really not simple!

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, gathered her mental strength and looked carefully.

Now that I have precautions, I won't be overwhelmed at a glance.

At the moment when her spiritual power came into contact with the exercises, countless pieces of information poured into her brain, and a figure that stood up to the sky and the earth, like a god and a demon, exploded in front of her eyes.

This figure was dressed in hideous armor, wearing a two-horned mask, holding a long knife, and at his feet was a staircase made of thousands of white bones.

Break the sea!

Deserved!

Although it is just a simple knife, it contains a certain artistic conception, which Fang Xile can't understand.

I'm afraid this is the knife intent.

The sword intent is still on top of the knife momentum, the knife momentum is a mental oppression, if you are strong-willed, the knife momentum can hardly have any effect on you.

However, the knife intent is different, and the knife intent can be simply understood as an effect buff.

For example, if you realize the sword intent of water, and then use the knife technique related to the meaning of water in the future, you can exert several times the lethality.

Two people who are also cultivators of the Grandmaster, one has realized the sword intent, and the other has not, then the latter will definitely be abused by the former.

Artistic conception is the most subtle, and it can't be passed on by word of mouth, so you can only feel and experience it yourself.

And just now, although Fang Xile didn't understand that move, he felt that he had a vague sense of artistic conception, and if he watched it hundreds of times in the future, he might be able to completely comprehend the sword intent.

The next day, Fang Xile and Angelica Daoist said goodbye and returned to Xichuan County.

The ceremony was held at Baihongguan, and the grandmasters of several nearby counties were to participate, and Hu Fuzi of Cangyan Mountain Villa was naturally no exception.

Fang Xile was afraid that when he saw him, he remembered Hu Wenzhi's revenge, and took revenge.

The battle with the old man in the poison cave made Fang Xile deeply aware of the gap between her and the grandmaster, and the more she saw, the more cautious she became, and she planned to slip away quickly before the grandmaster came.

........

The county watchman's house

Pan Zhengyang took a sip of the best Biluochun, squinted his eyes with enjoyment, and savored the aftertaste of the tea.

He's been in a good mood for a recent commendation from above.

Speaking of which, I would like to thank Cheng Yujing for mobilizing the soldiers and horses of Yangcheng to bring back the ice sculpture containing the old man in the poison cave, he just reported it out of caution, but he didn't expect that the above attached great importance to this matter and sent several grandmasters to transport the ice sculpture.

Now he just needs to take good care of the ice sculpture and ensure that there are no problems during the time in his hands, which is a great achievement.

Pan Zhengyang put the ice sculpture in the dungeon of the county town, specially put a lot of ice cubes into it to prevent the ice sculpture from melting, and the iron chain was wrapped in a strong knot, and the other end was locked to the railing of the thickness of his arm, and there were many catchers and guards outside.

After doing this, Pan Zhengyang was completely relieved.

As long as the ice sculpture is sent away in good condition, a promotion and salary increase are just around the corner!

in the dungeon

It was already dark by this time, but in a dark place like the dungeon, there was no difference between day and night.

A few catchers were on the table, shouting to play cards and drink.

"If you want me to say, what can happen to an ice sculpture, and send so many of us to guard it!"

The old catcher quickly gathered the cotton clothes on his body, and said unhappily, now the dungeon is full of ice, like a huge ice cellar, very cold, he is old, and he is uncomfortable when he freezes his joints.

"Isn't it good to guard the ice sculpture?" The young catcher quickly poured a few sips of wine and said: "At least the ice sculpture won't move, it won't run away by itself, we don't have to look at it, just play cards and drink, this day is as beautiful as a fairy!"

"Yes," the other catcher grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "If we didn't have this ice sculpture, we would still have to patrol the streets, who wants to go out on a hot day, I'd rather guard the ice sculpture here!"

The last facial paralyzed trap sat in the shadows with a knife in his arms, and did not interject.

Other people are also used to it, this person turned out to be from the rivers and lakes, but later offended people and couldn't get along in the rivers and lakes, so he took refuge in the government.

Because of his good kung fu, he looks down on them three-legged cats and rarely chats with them.

If it was usual, the other three catchers didn't bother to take care of him, but today the young catcher poured a glass of wine and sat beside him, and handed it over: "Brother, it's cold here, drink some wine to warm up." ”

Facial paralysis quickly shook his head: "Our martial artists have true qi to protect their bodies, and we are not afraid of the cold." ”

The young man quickly put down his wine glass and smiled: "Brother, I heard that the person in the ice sculpture is an old man in the poison cave, you used to be from the rivers and lakes, tell us how powerful the old man in the poison cave is!"

"How powerful, if he were alive, he wouldn't even have to move a finger to kill you!"

Huangya shouted loudly while pouring wine: "Bullshit! You can kill people without moving your fingers, that's not a warrior, it's a god!

Facial paralysis snorted quickly: "What do you know! Not even an acquired martial artist!"

The other three don't like to hear this: "You are an acquired martial artist, don't you still be a fast catcher like us!"

"If you really want to go to the Xuanyin Division, I heard that the Xuanyin Division has fifty taels a month," the elderly have been doing it for so many years, and many friends are well-informed: "I'm all moved, but as long as people are there, what a congenital master!"

The man with facial paralysis stopped talking, if he was congenital, he would still come over to catch fast with grievances?

Just as he was thinking about it, Yellow Fang suddenly fell to the ground, and the wine bottle in his hand gurgled and rolled out of the distance.

The old man laughed quickly: "How much wine have you drunk with Yellow Tooth, oops, I'm a little dizzy......"

Before the words were finished, the old and young people also lay on the table in a strange shape and did not move.

His face was paralyzed and he quickly stood up, but he felt dizzy and his eyes became blurry.

Oops! Poisoned!

It was his last thought before he fainted.

The cell door slammed open, and the wind outside blew in, blowing away the drugs in the air, and the masked warrior in a night suit quietly walked in.

He walked straight to the ice sculpture.

I saw that he grabbed the iron chain and gently tugged it, and the iron chain with the thickness of his arm was broken in response.

The scorching true qi continued to bake the ice sculpture, the temperature in the room rose a lot, and the cold ice that could not be cut with a knife slowly melted, clicking, and a crack ran through the entire ice sculpture from top to bottom, and then, more and more cracks appeared, large and small, covering the entire ice sculpture.

The old man's eyes moved......