Are you saying that my sword qi is like this water? Although it looks like a sword, it is brittle like this water sword, and it is casually dispersed? My sword qi is condensed but not real?" Tang Chao frowned and thought for a moment, and then asked.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was still smiling and silent, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out, and the tea he had just drunk turned into a small long sword and stabbed towards the Tang Dynasty. Tang Chao frowned and looked at the water sword this time, I don't know why, although it was a lot smaller, it gave him a very dangerous feeling. He turned sideways and slapped it violently. The sword shape was very solid, not only did it not disperse, but it also stabbed towards his palm. Even if he dodged quickly enough, he was still scratched with a blood mark.

After stabbing the Tang Dynasty, the small water sword shot at the bamboo wall. Even if the Tang Dynasty beat several times, it could not leave a trace on the bamboo wall, leaving a deep hole. Tang Chao walked under the bamboo wall and reached out to touch the small pothole, but his finger was stabbed. He sat down directly facing the bamboo wall and slowly closed his eyes, which was a year.

A year later, Tang Chao slowly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes. "I see. He stood up and moved his hands and feet, only to find a little stiff. He looked at it, and the two rows of middle-aged Taoist priests who were exactly the same were still sitting there drinking tea.

"How long have I been doing this? How can I be a little hungry. ”

"You've been sitting for a year. Let me see what you have learned. The middle-aged Taoist priest who had lit the water sword before slowly stood up and said with a smile.

"It's been a year, it's broken, that Qianqian ......"

"You don't have to worry about other people, because if you don't pass the test, you won't be able to get out. You're going to die here for the rest of your life. The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand and said to Tang Dynasty. The True Yuan in his hand gushed out, condensing a long sword. In the next second, his figure had disappeared, and the long sword stabbed towards Tang Chao.

Tang Chao's hand summoned a long sword, and the sword qi instantly filled the long sword. Compared with the previous sword qi, this sword qi is more restrained, and the fluctuations are smaller. "The desert is full of sand and dust, and the ruthless loess buries loyal ministers. Qinglian Sword Song, burial spirit. The Tang Dynasty groaned softly, and a breeze blew in the windless bamboo house. In the next second, the breeze turned into a violent wind, carrying yellow sand, forming a tornado, blowing towards the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Kendo, Kengo!" The middle-aged Taoist priest said softly as he watched the rolling dust and sand attack. Countless sword qi spurted out from the long sword in his hand, piercing into the tornado around Tang Dynasty.

All the other middle-aged Taoist priests just quietly watched the two people fighting, and one of them just shook the teacup slightly, and the tea spilled out. The dripping tea turned into an invisible barrier, blocking the scattered sword qi of the two people on the other side.

Tang Chao stood in the tornado, staring at the middle-aged Taoist priest. This time, he didn't activate the sword qi, but the sword qi transformed according to his thoughts. Because in the sword qi, there is a trace of sword intent. In the past, the relationship between his sword song, sword qi and sword intent was that the sword intent was like a mold, putting the sword qi into it to turn into what the Tang Dynasty wanted. And this time, the Tang Dynasty directly added the sword intent to the sword qi, and used the sword intent to directly guide the sword qi to transform into shape. His figure suddenly disappeared, and in the next second, he had already appeared near the middle-aged Taoist priest, and stabbed at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a swing of his sword. The tornado around him carried the billowing dust and sand, directly covering the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The figures of the two people all disappeared into the confused yellow sand, and from time to time a few sword shadows appeared to break through the dust. After a full hour, a figure shot out and smashed against the bamboo wall. And a long sword, shot at the wall on the other side. The wind stopped, the sand dispersed, and it all dissipated into the air.

"Yes, a bit of progress. This year, you haven't wasted it. It's just that this is not enough, your sword intent is not pure enough, and there are too many distracting thoughts. Only when your sword intent is only sword intent can it break through together and move forward bravely. The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand, and the sword shadow in his hand dispersed directly. He said to Tang Dynasty, who was now covered with sword marks all over his body, leaning against the bamboo wall.

Tang Chao closed his eyes and seemed to have fainted. Just as the middle-aged Taoist priest slowly turned around to walk back to his position, Tang Chao opened his eyes, and another long sword appeared in his hand with a flash in his hand. There is no sword energy, and there is no sword intent. He just picked up the long sword and stabbed it at the back of the Taoist priest. The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't even look back, and still walked slowly. Tang Dynasty stabbed with a sword, blocked by the invisible force outside his body.

The middle-aged Taoist priest sat on his bamboo chair, and the Tang Dynasty stabbed him one by one. It's just that every time he is blocked by his body protector Gangyuan, not to mention that the Tang Dynasty doesn't use sword qi, even if the sword qi explodes, it won't necessarily stab in. However, at this moment, Tang Chao didn't think about it so much, he just stared at a little bit of the middle-aged Taoist priest with a firm look in his eyes, and simply stabbed it.

Time passed, Tang Dynasty didn't seem to know that he was tired, a large pool of water had dripped from under his body, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. The sword moves of the Tang Dynasty changed from simple stabs to more slashes and slashes, and the speed was also a few points faster.

Another year has passed, and the Tang Dynasty is still holding a long sword and sitting with a simple attack. And at this moment, he has closed his eyes, and it seems that the movements in his hands have become instinctive. The middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him shook his head and sighed.

At this time, with a "poof", the Tang Dynasty had fallen to the ground. When the middle-aged Taoist priest was about to get up, a gap suddenly shattered on the layer of invisible Gang Yuan in front of him.

"Sword Soul, this kid's understanding is good. He actually used the simplest sword moves, practiced the sword with his body, and condensed the sword intent. The terrible thing is that it has become. Maybe one day, he's better than you. Another middle-aged Taoist priest said to the one who was competing with the Tang Dynasty.

"It was a bit unexpected. His dedication to kendo is too deep. If his sword bones are formed, then he himself is a peerless sword. I didn't expect that I didn't meet a good apprentice when I was alive, but now that I'm like this, I can still meet a good seedling. The middle-aged Taoist priest, known as the sword soul, said with emotion.

"You have to hurry, we will wait for you for a hundred and eighty years at most. It's hard to get started, but you shouldn't take up too much time. We're also bored. ”

What Tang Chao didn't know was that just after he was exhausted, a group of identical middle-aged Taoist priests started a discussion with him. And the content is the question of his time attribution, and the preliminary consensus has helped him arrange it for nearly a thousand years.

"How long have I been asleep?" Tang Chao opened his eyes and sat up from the ground suddenly. Looking at the scene in front of him, which never seemed to change, several middle-aged Taoist priests were still sitting there drinking tea.

"It's been a month. Your body is overdrawn and self-enclosed to recover, which is called bodily memory. One of them said.

Tang Dynasty looked at all the identical figures, not only a little big-headed. He couldn't tell which was which, only by their seats. The man who spoke sat in the same position as the one who had been fighting with the sword.