This night, Qi Qi didn't sleep well.

The next morning, he prepared all the food and rode out of the city. If he wants to get a good ranking for the sword mound in the martial arts conference half a year later, there is no second way except to study swordsmanship hard.

And to cultivate the Eight Extremes Sword, it is most suitable to choose a place like a waterfall. Those places are sparsely populated, lush with greenery, and rich in the vitality of heaven and earth, which is the best place for monks to comprehend vitality.

He brought with him a lot of food, enough for him to eat alone for a month, and then he could make plans.

This year's martial arts conference, like the previous ones, was held in the imperial city of Chang'an, calling on heroes and heroes from all over the world.

As long as he arrives in Chang'an before February 1 next year.

Nearly half an hour later, he came to a waterfall thirty miles north of the city. There is a large river formed by the convergence of waterfalls, and on the opposite bank of the river is a waterfall about 30 zhang high, and the torrent flows straight down like a silver lian.

The river is surrounded by towering ancient trees that shade the sky and the sun, but the river surface is directly exposed to the sun, and the bright water surface reflects the sparkling waves.

This place is also close to the Sword Shrine, only less than ten miles away, if anything happens to the Sword Shrine, he can also rush to check it in time.

Of course, if something really happens that the sword mound can't solve, he must not be able to help. What those top powerhouses of the Sword Shrine can't do, how can he?

Looking at the waterfall in the distance, Qi Qi was full of emotion, many years ago, when he was a young man, under the guidance of his master, he practiced the Broken River Style of the Eight Pole Sword on the boulder flowing down the waterfall.

In the blink of an eye, nearly ten years have passed, and he has almost forgotten what his master looks like.

But no matter what, he will remember the kindness of the master in this life, the kindness of his nurturing, it was the master who taught him to survive and be a man, his name was given by the master, his swordsmanship was taught by the master, and his sword was also passed down by the master.

So now, Jian Tsuka, who has a lot of connections with his master, is in danger, and he must come forward.

"Master, please take a look at you in the Heavenly Spirit, I will guard the sword shrine for you. ”

Looking at the blue sky, Qi Qi made up his mind.

After that, he sighed.

There is no spirit in the sky, it is just a beautiful fantasy of man.

To be dead is to be dead, to be dead is that nothing exists, and what can others do if they remember him? After all, he is dead, and he doesn't know it.

Qi Qi was silent for a long time before he regained his strength, looking at the big river, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

With a bang, he flew out, and his toes tapped the surface of the river, like a shocking shadow, and he stopped steadily on the boulder flowing down the waterfall.

There are four types of eight-pole sword, the broken river is the first type, and the first type has four stages, entry, small success, large completion, and consummation.

Each style of the Eight Extremes Sword has unique characteristics, and the further you cultivate, the stronger the power of the sword qi. However, only when you have cultivated the previous form can you explore the latter form, because each style is closely related to each other, and you can't directly jump to the last form to cultivate.

The characteristic of the broken river is that it is horizontally split, and the sword qi contains the power of explosion, and the wounds of those in the mission are explosive, and the blood does not stop.

Now he has been staying in Broken River Dacheng for a long time, and if you calculate it carefully, I am afraid that it will be three years.

Three years ago...

Forget it, it's not the past he wants to mention.

Although his light skills, and the snow-white dove sword on his back, were all left by her.

Long Yi came out of the sheath, the world was dark, at this moment, Qi Qi's whole temperament changed, his eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed slightly, and he had a fierce meaning. has changed from a weak scholar in white to a sharp swordsman in white.

Long Yi pressed slightly, his body was slightly heavy, and the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated faintly.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, Long Yi slashed out, the silver-black sword light soared, and the majestic vitality turned into a sharp sword qi and swept away, and the waterfall in the distance was directly split into two, and huge silver water splashed everywhere.

Like an explosion.

After splitting this sword, Qi Qi changed his breath slightly, and then split the second sword again.

And just like that, the same cycle goes on and on.

Before today, Qi Qi had hardly cultivated the Broken River very seriously, and there was no suitable environment. Now that his mind is all immersed in the cultivation of the Broken River, and he is in the natural waterfall, the vitality of heaven and earth is rich, and the progress of the Broken River is very fast.

Two months later, it was still this waterfall, it was still this boulder, it was still dressed in white, and it was still a silver and black dragon.

"Eight Pole Sword, Broken River!"

With a hearty shout, the man in white on the boulder slashed out horizontally, and the three-foot-long dragon drew a perfect arc in the air, and the surrounding light was swallowed by the dragon and dimmed.

A terrifying wave of sword qi formed in front of the man, surging towards the huge silver waterfall in front of him.

Everywhere you go, the space is slightly distorted by the pull of transparent fluctuations.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, which shook the entire valley, and a field of birds was startled above the trees.

The waterfall in front of Qi Qi exploded, and silver splashes splashed everywhere, not only wetting Qi Qi's clothes, but also covering half of the river behind him.

There was a brief fault in the waterfall, and Qi Qi was able to see through this gap the mossy mountain wall hidden in the waterfall.

The size and duration of this fault line have improved more than a little bit compared to two months ago.

However, Qi Qi looked at the scene in front of him, but a bitter color flashed in his eyes.

He has fallen into a bottleneck, he is now more skilled than before, and his sword qi is stronger than before, but there is a barrier in the dark that hinders him, so that he can't be hearty when he draws his sword, and he goes all out.

He could be sure intuitively that by breaking through this invisible barrier, he would be able to cultivate the Broken River to perfection, and at that time, with the power of his sword, he believed that it would not be a problem to smash this waterfall.

And how to break through this barrier, I'm afraid...

It takes a hearty actual battle!

Thinking like this, suddenly, a dangerous aura came from behind Qi Qi.

He hurriedly picked up his sword and turned around, only to see that on the other side of the river, under the shade of the trees, I don't know when, there was an extra woman.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the woman carefully.

The woman was dressed in white, tall, with long black hair hanging down to her waist, her snow-white melon seed face covered with a layer of frost, and she held a white sword in her right hand, the tip of which hung down on the grass.

With a cursory glance, Qi Qi's heart throbbed.

Very strong!

The moment the two looked at each other, the air suddenly became extremely cold, the water surface on the lake quickly froze, and the ancient trees around them were covered with hoarfrost.

At a certain moment, the woman took the lead in speaking, "This is the realm of the sword mound, leave quickly." ”

The voice was cold, without the slightest emotion, like coming out of an ice cube.

The people of the sword shrine...

Hearing the woman's words, Qi Qi thought in his heart.

"It's ten miles away from the sword mound here, so it's a bit overbearing for the girl to say that, right?"

"You can not go, but you can't go anymore," the woman said lightly.

"Then I won't leave!" Qi Qi suddenly became louder, flew out from the boulder, and stabbed straight at the woman on the other side of the river.

"Hmph!" the woman snorted, but when her eyes touched the black sword in the man's hand, there was a sudden flicker, but the sword had arrived.

The white light flashed, and with a sonorous sound, Qi Qi in the air on the surface of the lake fell into the water.

Looking at the woman again, she didn't move, her eyes were indifferent.

Not long after, Qi Qi burst out of the water and stabbed at the woman on the shore again.

The corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly, and another white light flashed here.

Poof!

Crash!

A huge sword mark opened in front of Qi Qi's abdomen in the middle of the lake, and blood splattered out and fell into the water, and the blood quickly spread to the surface of the water.

Before long, Qi Qi poked his head out of the water and retreated, "Girl, let's go down here." ”

"Delusional!" a cold snort, and a white light flashed. The next moment, the woman's toes were on the surface of the lake, standing on it, and the snow-white sword blade was against the Adam's apple that Qi Qi poked out underwater.

Long Yi was crossed by Qi Qi in front of him, but the woman's sword edge was weird and tricky, and it came through it.

"Why don't you kill me?" Qi Qi asked as he looked up at the woman's snow-white pretty face.

The woman's gaze stayed on the hilt of Long Yi's sword, "Where did you get this sword?"

"Do you recognize Long Yi?" Qi Qi exclaimed.

"I ask you, where did you come from?" the woman said coldly.

"I won't say anything about your attitude," Qi Qi said.

"Do you really think I won't dare to kill you?" The woman stepped forward to raise the hilt of her sword, and the blade of the sword sank into Qi Qi's throat, and dark red blood flowed out of it, dripping on the blade of the sword, dripping into the water.

"If you want to kill or chop, it's up to you!" Qi Qi said.

The woman was silent for a moment, "This is my master's sword." ”

"Ah?!" Qi Qi was horrified.

"Huh?" the woman's grim gaze swept over Qi Qi's face.

"This is also my master's sword!" Qi Qi said.

A ripple crossed the woman's eyes, paused, and said, "What evidence do you have?"

"What evidence do you have?" Qi Qi.

"Have you forgotten where you are?"

Qi Qi paused and said, "What evidence do you want?"

"Tell me everything about your master," the woman said.

"He's an old man, he taught me the eighth-level swordsmanship, his birthday is the sixth day of June, he died of old injuries when he was young, this sword-"

Crash!

Before she finished speaking, the woman suddenly raised Qi Qi in the water in front of her, and her willow eyebrows frowned, "What did you say? Dead?!"

Qi Qi nodded, "It's been ten years." ”

The woman tapped her toes, carried Qi Qi to the shore, threw Qi Qi to the ground, and secretly felt sad, "Master... Unexpectedly... Dead...?"

Qi Qi sat on the ground, at a loss, just looking at the woman.

After a long time, the woman raised her head and looked at Qi Qi, "What's your name?"

"Qi Qi. ”

"Since the master has accepted you, you are my junior brother, and you are willing... Come back to the Sword Shrine with me, that's your home," the woman looked at Qi Qi with hopeful eyes.

"Home?" Hearing this word, Qi Qi was stunned.

"That's it, forget it if you don't want to, suddenly a senior sister and a family sect pop up, it's a little difficult to accept," the woman turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Qi Qi raised his hand, "I do!"

The woman's eyes brightened again, "Then call Senior Sister!"

Qi Qi stood up from the ground and respectfully hugged his fists at the woman, "Senior brother has seen senior sister!"

The woman smiled, and naturally grabbed Qi Qi's waist with her hand, "Go back with me."

The words fell, and the two white clothes swept towards the sky.