Sun and Moon Sect Master, on Qingguang Peak.

Qin Xuan wielded the Long Hate Sword, and the sword qi was like a tide, rolling endlessly, making a whining sound.

Not far away, a lazy young man lay on his side on the bluestone, lazily watching Qin Xuan dance the sword.

This young man seems to be young, in fact, he is two hundred years old, and he is also an extremely strong kendo king, but his appearance looks very young, not at all like an old man who is about to die, compared with Che Ruyan, he is simply three generations behind.

This is because the young man is practicing Changchun Gong, and he has comprehended a wood attribute immortality rule, and his longevity has increased a lot.

Although the rules of immortality are not of much use for the enhancement of strength, but the longevity of this young king is at least three hundred years old, and if he can break through to the realm of grandmasters, I am afraid he can live for eight hundred years.

"Qin Xuan, do you think it's the head or the butt that is important?" the young man said with a smile.

"Senior, of course, the head is important, if you don't have a head, you will die!" Qin Xuan replied.

"I think it's the butt that matters, look at you, you don't even have a brain, haven't you lived for so many years, what kind of things have you practiced, I taught you for three months, and you practiced these things?" the young man sneered.

Qin Xuan froze slightly, understanding that the evil king was hurting himself again.

"Senior, I have already practiced the four swordsmanship techniques of the first style of the Long Hate Sword Technique, but I have never been able to understand the four artistic conceptions of sorrow, joy, pain, and hatred you mentioned. Qin Xuan said helplessly.

"Hmph, that's your qualifications are dull, I said it a long time ago, these four artistic conceptions all point to the essence of the Sorrowful Tears Sword Style, no matter which one you comprehend, you can exert the power of the Sorrowful Tears Sword, why do you want to learn them all?" said the Evil King coldly.

"Senior, but you also said that the dry heart swordsman is a sword with love, and his sad tears sword style contains joys and sorrows, and only by comprehending all the emotional artistic conceptions can he exert the strongest power of the sad tears sword style. ”

"Hmph, that's a dry-hearted swordsman, he has the love of his life, do you have it, you little kid, do you know what love is?"

Qin Xuan felt full of helplessness.

Obviously, it was the king of evil who said last time, let Qin Xuan comprehend the four swordsmanship at the same time, try his luck, maybe he can comprehend one of them by accident.

It's only been half a month, and it's changed again!

"The four swordsmanship of joy and hatred all need to be based on love, you are too young to know love at all, since this is the case, it is better to find another one

The trail, the painful route, may have an effect. In this way, then in the next month, you will go to the Wind Sword Cliff to cultivate. ”

"Yes, Senpai. ”

......

After Qin Xuan said goodbye to the evil king, he went to the library again.

Now that he has the Elder Token, the high-level martial arts and secret methods of the library building can be observed, and Qin Xuan naturally cultivates all kinds of martial arts to his heart's content.

Cultivating to his realm, the role of high-level martial arts is no longer great, and any martial arts is vulnerable in front of the Long Hate Sword Technique.

Although Qin Xuan has only practiced the long-term hatred sword technique for three months, he has the inheritance of sword intent, and he has the guidance of the evil king, and the progress has been great, but the vision of the evil king is too high, so he can't look down on Qin Xuan's swordsmanship.

Qin Xuan cultivated these martial arts in order to broaden his horizons and understand the mysteries of martial arts more comprehensively.

This was also one of the reasons why Elder Yin Qing gave Qin Xuan a token.

Behind closed doors, you can't go too far, and practicing other martial arts can have miraculous effects.

Qin Xuan stayed in the library building for a long time before leaving with three books.

Among these three classics, one is a sword technique, one is a secret method, and one is a formation path classic.

After returning to the palace where he lived, Qin Xuan began to immerse himself in cultivation.

Two days later, he went to the dojo of Senior Brother Elder Yutu again.

"Senior brother, I have comprehended the Fengxing Formation, and I ask Senior Brother for guidance. Qin Xuan bowed and said.

"Seventh Senior Brother, you set up a formation!" a voice came from the misty dojo.

"Yes. ”

Qin Xuan took out one spirit stone after another, took out another talisman pen, and began to depict the formation pattern.

The normal formation does not have a formation and flag, and it is necessary to rely on the person who arranges the formation to depict the formation pattern, arrange the spirit stone nodes, and form the formation.

The use of the array flag is to make it convenient for the warrior to walk outside, so as to derive a tricky method, the array plate and the array flag have been engraved with the basic formation pattern, as long as the terrain is arranged, and then connect these array flags, the formation can be formed.

This method greatly reduces the time for the warriors to set up the formation, so when walking outside, the warriors use the array disk.

But now that Qin Xuan was learning the formation path, it was naturally impossible for the Imperial Earth Elder to allow him to use the array disk.

An hour later, Qin Xuan finished arranging the formation.

The wind howls in the wind gust and is formed

A tornado, raging in the formation.

The Imperial Earth Elder snorted, and several breezes blew into the Wind Array, and in an instant, the tornado collapsed, the entire formation collapsed, and those spirit stones also bounced out of the formation veins.

"Seventh Senior Brother, you have seen all these mistakes, arrange them again. ”

"Yes, brother. ”

......

In the midst of heavy cultivation, the end of the year has finally arrived.

The main sect of Layue looked very cold, and many disciples in the sect wore thick cotton jackets.

The cold wind blew across his cheeks, and Qin Xuan stood at the door of the hall, and couldn't help but sigh a sigh.

"Childe, it's too cold, you better go back to the palace and rest!" said the maid Ziyu.

"Ziyu, your cultivation is not enough, go to the palace to warm up, Gongzi is not afraid of this cold wind. Qin Xuan smiled and walked towards the Sword Wind Cliff.

The main sect of Layue was already minus thirty degrees, this kind of weather, coupled with the strong wind, was extremely cold on his body, but Qin Xuan didn't care at all, he was still wearing thin clothes.

"What is this cold wind, it is far worse than the cold in my body!" Qin Xuan walked quickly towards the Sword Wind Cliff.

The cold qi he absorbed in the Cold Nether Spirit Valley had already been exhausted, so in the past few months, Qin Xuan would take a drop of Indigo Soul True Water every few days, block it with True Qi, and slowly absorb the cold qi in it to refine his physical body.

Under the tempering of the Indigo Soul True Water, his physical body has gone further, and he has reached the middle stage of the sixth order, and his physical strength has also increased to 80,000 catties.

Qin Xuan walked all the way to the halfway point of the Sword Wind Cliff, the sword wind here was already extremely violent, and the violent hurricane made it difficult for Qin Xuan to move an inch, he could only close his eyes and continue to move forward while bearing the cutting of the Sword Wind.

Sharp wind blades slashed across Qin Xuan's body, tearing through his clothes and tearing his flesh and skin.

In this sword wind, Qin Xuan persisted for a full three hours before turning his head and leaving.

"I still haven't been able to comprehend the artistic conception of pain, according to what the king of evil said, when I can reach the top of the Sword Wind Cliff, I will be able to comprehend the artistic conception of pain, but why am I now close to the top of the mountain, and there is still no sign of the artistic conception?" Qin Xuan was puzzled in his heart.

He didn't know that he had been cultivating with the help of the purple gold rune all these years, hurting himself and hurting his body every day, and his tolerance for pain was extremely strong, so it was naturally more difficult to comprehend the artistic conception of pain in extreme pain.

Just as Qin Xuan was thinking, a sloppy old man blocked Qin Xuan's way.

(End of chapter)

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