Yingzhou.

Deep in the endless East China Sea, Yingzhou is a piece of land in the middle of the ocean.

The dry cliff peak is the highest and most dangerous mountain peak in Yingzhou, standing on the dry cliff peak, it seems that you can see the magnificent realm where the water and the sky are connected.

The dry cliff peak, the Baizhang waterfall rushes down, and the rumbling sound can be heard from afar.

Under the waterfall, a figure is swinging a sword and fighting, the three-foot long sword is like a spiritual snake, extremely fast, hitting into the waterfall, ripping out the waves, the sound of the booming landing, can not hide the sound of the sword.

Not far from the waterfall, the old man with white hair and a bit of fairy wind bones sat on the dry cliff, looking at the figure hitting the water, nodding his head constantly, and his face was full of relief.

Chop, flirt, point, stab, the three-foot long sword in the hand is like an arm, flowing water, without the slightest obscurity, even in the face of the roaring waterfall, the long sword has no tendency to bend, only piercing the sky.

"The way of the sword, the way of the sword is elegant and free, light and dexterous, but it can also be like a poisonous snake spitting out the core, a blow must hit, the swordsman, not in the gorgeousness of the sword skills, the preciousness of the sword, but really in the cultivator himself, the perception of the sword, whether to have a 'heart of the swordsman', only those who really understand the sword can practice the swordsmanship of the eternal swan. The old figure sitting on the dry cliff said to the figure under the waterfall who kept waving his sword.

Hearing the words of the old figure, the figure under the waterfall shook slightly, and the sword in his hand was even more abruptly straightened, like an iron rod, stabbing at the waterfall, the long sword swept, and the waterfall was cut off.

Flicking his long white beard, Elder Shanran said softly: "Okay, Kun'er, this is the end of your sword practice today! As for the grasp of the way of the sword, you have reached the realm of Xiaocheng, and you are born to be a swordsman! Come here, I have something to tell you." ”

Putting away the sword and fixing himself, Dugu Chen's figure quickly jumped out, like a spirit monkey, and he climbed the dry cliff in a few clicks, sat in front of Elder Shanran, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Master, what's the matter." ”

Elder Shanran was full of smiles, and a wooden box more than three feet long appeared in his hand, the wooden box was lightly opened, and the sound of Weng Ming suddenly came out, and a long sword appeared in Dugu Chen's eyes, three feet long, two fingers wide, the color of the sword god silver white, the color of the sword hilt gold, and the humming continued, as if carrying a monstrous battle intent.

Dugu Chen couldn't help but stretch out his hand, grabbed the long sword, and suddenly the sound of buzzing skyrocketed, as if he wanted to reject Dugu Chen, he came out quickly, holding the hilt of the sword, the long sword trembled, and a strong sword qi shot into Dugu Chen's body, Dugu Chen's face couldn't help but change, and the strong spiritual power operated randomly, expelling the strong sword qi.

Jumping down, the silver sword swung and the sword qi shot out. Holding the long sword in his hand, Dugu Chen felt as if he was about to lose control, his heart soared, he held the long sword tightly, and fought against the waterfall, the waterfall splashed, the sword roared, the sword was broken, and his body was as light as a feather.

The powerful power came out of Dugu Chen's body, I don't know if it was because of the sword or because of people, Dugu Chen at this time seemed to be fused with the sword, and his edge was exposed, piercing the sky.

The swordsman is angry, draws the sword, the wind and clouds change, the sun and the moon fade, and the world is afraid.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the blood is splashed in five steps, just for the heart.

The sword is safe, the sword is in the sheath, the manna will be, all things are Su, and Li Minxi is resting.

Sing about wine, be happy and enmity, and do whatever you want.

On top of the dry cliffs. Elder Shanran smiled and said softly. With a smile on his face, mixed with a thick shock, Dugu Chen does have an advantage that ordinary people can't reach when he understands the sword.

"Clank!"

The man fell with his sword and hit the bluestone, making a crisp sound. Above the sword, the humming has stopped. Lying on the bluestone, the waves splashed in, which made Dugu Chen's fatigue a little less.

Picking up the long sword in his hand, Dugu Chen carefully observed, the sword at this moment is the one that really belongs to Dugu Chen, a good sword, always with a trace of spirituality. Just as the swordsman chooses the sword, the sword also chooses the master.

This sword is narrower and thinner than all the swords Dugu Chen has ever seen, but the edge on it is the strongest Dugu Chen has ever seen, the whole sword has a trace of superfluous embellishment, and there are no complicated patterns, some are just irrepressible edges, and can't hide the fighting spirit. On the hilt of the sword, there are two words engraved "Fenglu", and the sword spirit is overflowing on the two words, and the heroic meaning is fully revealed.

Feeling the battle intent on the long sword, Dugu Chen couldn't help but say, "What a sharp sword!"

"Buzz!"

As if he understood Dugu Chen's words, the long sword couldn't help but tremble a few times, and let out a few low sword sounds, responding to Dugu Chen's words.

The rinsing of cold water made Dugu Chen's tiredness gradually subside, and his spiritual power also recovered a little. Turning over, Dugu Chen came to the dry cliff again, and carefully placed the Fenglu sword in the sword box, although the sword was good, but it did not belong to Dugu Chen after all.

Seeing Dugu Chen like this, Elder Shanran couldn't help but nodded, handed the sword box into Dugu Chen's hand, and said, "Kun'er, this Fenglu Sword is specially prepared for you, I hope that the sword will exert its greatest power in your hands." ”

Looking at the sword box in his hand, Dugu Chen couldn't help but be startled, and immediately knelt on the ground, and said, "Thank you master for the sword, the apprentice will definitely live up to the master's instructions." ”

"Good, good!" Elder Shanran said two good words in a row, and his joy was overflowing. The whole person seems to be dozens of years younger.

A scroll appeared in Elder Shanran's hand, the smile dissipated, and Elder Shanran said with a serious face: "Kun'er, my lifelong perception of kendo is on this scroll, which may be helpful to your cultivation, but you must remember that you can only learn from it, not copy, you must practice your own sword." ”

Taking the scroll in Elder Shanran's hand, a few doubts flashed in Dugu Chen's heart, and said, "Master, what does this mean, with your guidance, do you still need this scroll?"

"Haha!"

Elder Shanran let out a hearty laugh and whispered, "Kun'er, I'm going to go out with a few of my old buddies to practice a few times, and besides, I have nothing to teach you, the rest depends on you, as long as you have a sword in your heart, then you will always be a swordsman." ”

"Master......"

Dugu Chen's tone froze, not knowing what to do. Elder Shanran's time limit is approaching, and he can either take a step forward or die. Elder Shanran's swordsmanship has been fully taught to Dugu Chen, and now Dugu Chen can't exert his true might, and his future sharpness is certain.

There was no concern in his heart, Elder Shanran decided to start going out to look for opportunities and fight for his life with the sky, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, Elder Shanran didn't care at all.

"Okay, Chen'er, what does my mother-in-law look like, I just went out to practice as a teacher, and when I return, I hope your swordsmanship can surpass me." Elder Shanran said to Dugu Chen with a relaxed face.

(End of chapter)