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The five days passed in a flash, and soon it was the important day to enter Taicheng.

The team was led by three Sword Mansion representative elders, and in addition to the six representative disciples, there were also ten selected elite disciples.

Most of these disciples are relatively old, and they are all martial artists in the strength stage, and their cultivation is between the sections. The main purpose of their departure with the team was to prepare for entering the Demon Breaking Secret Realm in the future.

This part of the people has been in the strength stage for a long time, and the chance of breaking through the airway is slim. But as veteran martial artists, they have rich experience and their strength should not be underestimated. Therefore, he was selected as a reserve person to enter the secret realm of demon breaking.

On the one hand, they are not afraid of sacrifice, and on the other hand, if they encounter something in the Demon Breaking Secret Realm, Xiu Wei is likely to break through in one fell swoop and achieve the desired achievement.

Among them, Luo Gang is impressively listed, and he is the youngest one.

It's just that after the battle with Liang Qiufeng, the momentum of the whole person was depressed, and he could no longer find the confident and chic smile of the past.

Looking at the six representative disciples standing in front, especially Liang Qiufeng, Luo Gang's heart was like a needle prick, and the pain of failure was like a bone appendage, lingering.

Come, that position should be your own......

Everyone traveled far away, and the government advocated that Xingkong specially held a pledge meeting, summoned all the disciples to come on the sword field, and gave an impassioned speech.

When it came to the end, Zhang Xingkong raised the cup full of wine in his hand, raised it high, and said loudly: "The Sword Mansion has been in existence for a thousand years." The wind and rain are like obscurity, wash my sword, and people are in the sword, how can they be afraid!"

After speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup, showing his heroic feelings.

The four elders standing behind him also raised their glasses and drank bitterly, and their mood was surging: how many years of wind and rain, how many years of lying on the salary and tasting gall, right and wrong, tonight!

Hundreds of disciples chanted loudly: "Sword Mansion for a thousand years." The wind and rain are like obscurity, wash my sword, and people are in the sword, how can they be afraid!"

The sound and waves converge and echo for a long time on Zhongnan Mountain.

Those who are emotional, there are tears in their eyes.

Many of them have been worshipping the Sword Mansion since childhood. Learning to practice swords, he has long regarded the Sword Mansion as his second home. Honor and disgrace are shared, and weal and weal are closely related.

Now, this home has reached a very critical moment, and it will be invaded, subverted, ransacked by strong enemies at any time, and even cease to exist. But they will not allow that to happen, if that happens. Their blades will be raised fearlessly, and they will not flinch even a step at the cost of their lives.

"Dang!"

At this moment, the bell of the sword training bell rang.

Today's bells. It is extremely exciting, and the voice seems to contain a special charm, which can ignite the infinite fighting spirit and perseverance in everyone's hearts. Strive for the top, and the blood is boiling.

Listen to the bells. Everyone has different feelings. Even Na Luo Gang seemed to be awakened, his eyes were clear, and he thought in his heart: "What's wrong with me? It's just a failure, how can I sink and give up on myself? Cheer up, if he Liang Qiufeng can catch up from behind and walk in front, he can't be ashamed and brave and catch up?"

Thinking like this, his waist slowly straightened.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Xingkong shouted in a deep voice.

The three representative elders took the lead and led the sixteen disciples to the Moyun Goshawk, which had stopped on the side earlier.

This sixth-order spirit pet domesticated by the Sword Mansion is as high as six zhang, with a spacious back, and can carry dozens of people to fly at the same time.

According to the need, the Moyun goshawk has a special wood building on its back, and people go in and sit in it, as if walking on the ground.

From the outside, it looks like a frighteningly tall eagle flying around a house.

"Up!"

Zhang Xingkong shouted again.

"Phew!"

The Moyun Goshawk raised its neck and let out an eagle roar, and the sound rushed into the sky. Its wings spread out, and with a slight fanflap, it was like a gust of wind blowing on the ground, and its huge body had risen from the ground and flew high into the air.

"Dang!"

The sword training bell was struck again.

Many people didn't pay much attention to this sound, and their attention was on the Moyun goshawk, and they watched it leave. However, Liang Qiufeng, who was sitting in the eagle's back building, suddenly trembled, and looked down from the small window, and saw that outside the inner mansion, the pine trees were like trees. Under the tree, a white-haired figure was holding a wooden pestle in both hands, and slammed into the giant bell in front of it with great force.

"Dang!"

The third bell rang, and everyone was shocked.

The bell is loud, and you travel thousands of miles!

The bell rang in his ears, and Liang Qiufeng's mind turned upside down, like the sea stirred up by a hurricane, setting off bursts of stormy waves.

Because with the sound of the bell, there was a vague idea of the exercise passed over. It's a pity that it's too vague and messy, and only a few fragmentary words are captured:

"One breath is like a wheel, with all the body, without missing a ......"

"The mind is the main body, which can be from others, from oneself, and can be changed or unchanging......"

As soon as he heard these words, Liang Qiufeng understood that the mysterious and incomprehensible ideological exercises were actually in the same vein as the "Yongzi Eight Swords" he had learned.

In other words, the fragment of "Yongzi Eight Swords" should be derived from the idea of the exercise.

The bell of the sword practice bell actually contained an extremely profound exercise idea, which was simply unbelievable and incomprehensible.

Liang Qiufeng just wanted to jump down immediately and ask the old man who rang the bell what was going on.

I have no choice but to have a few Moyun goshawks flapping their wings and have flown high in the sky, where can they still go down? If you want to ask, you can only have a chance when you return to Zhongnan Mountain after the trip to Taicheng is over.

He resisted his excitement and observed the other people's expressions, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. Obviously, he was the only one who discovered that the bell contained the secret of the Gongfa idea. Thinking back to the first time he felt the strange sound of the bell, when he had not yet become a warrior, he was just a lowly handyman sweeping the floor.

Many scattered memories are connected together, gradually taking shape, connecting them, and slowly emerging the truth-

It turns out that many things seem to be accidental, but in fact, there are already volcanic lines. Only then. The root was not found.

He let out a long breath and concentrated on it, digesting little by little the scattered ideas that came into his mind as the bell rang.

This meditation gradually forgets the self, and the heaven and the earth are clear.

At the top, there sat three elders, all sitting cross-legged on their swords.

Xiao Jihai's eyes were shining, passing over the faces of the disciples below. I saw some people looking happy, some people were leisurely, and more of them were traveling for the first time on this Moyun Goshawk, in the sky. Feeling excited, I kept looking curiously from the small window.

Others, between their eyebrows, they couldn't hide their worries.

When his gaze fell on Liang Qiufeng, he couldn't help but nod slightly in approval: Not bad guy, sitting on the back of an eagle and working so hard......

Zhang Jiangshan came to talk to Liang Qiufeng. But seeing that the other party was meditating in a standard meditative posture, the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, it was not easy to disturb, and he said in his heart: Although Taicheng is thousands of miles away, but because of the Moyun goshawk, it can be reached in two hours at most. I didn't let go of such a little time, and I was honest and rigid to the extreme.

But he didn't think about it. Everyone has a lot of "such time" in every day, and the accumulation is considerable.

Liang Qiufeng's meditation lasted more than an hour. It wasn't until the Moyun Goshawk was about to arrive in Taicheng that he opened his eyes and was overjoyed.

Although the ideas he received were fragmented, the results were very good. After some immersion, Liang Qiufeng Huo Ran found that the "Point Sword Style" and "Horizontal Sword Style" he had mastered before were only scratching the surface. The true power is less than three out of ten.

Especially "Horizontal Sword Style", its Dacheng realm is displayed. The horizontal sword in front of him is not only like a wall, but also like a huge mountain and a big river.

A sword is like a country, and all laws will not be violated.

When it comes to such a point, it's appalling.

Liang Qiufeng couldn't imagine what kind of level of cheats could have such power, earth level, or heaven level...... Even the legend -

Miracle!

As his cultivation improved and his horizons broadened, he learned that the secret books of the world's exercises not only had the four grades of "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang", but also contained two extremely special conceptual categories: forbidden techniques and divine skills.

However, these two concepts are rare and incomparable, and they are rarely passed down to the world, even for martial arts masters at the airway stage, which are difficult to access.

Many thoughts swirled through his mind, and soon the possibility of forbidden techniques and divine skills was automatically filtered out, and the commission was very small.

Liang Qiufeng suddenly remembered a legend in the Sword Mansion, saying that there was a Heavenly Rank Sword Title with a history of more than 1,000 years hidden in the Sword Mansion, but no one knew what the Sword Title looked like and where it was preserved.

Could it be that he was really so lucky, and he inadvertently got the inheritance of this heaven-level sword question, which is "Yongzi Eight Swords"?

Could it be that the sword title is actually collected in the sword training bell? For thousands of years, the sword training bell has been stored as a carrier.

It's just that there are still many doubts that can't be explained, and if you want to completely uncover the mystery, I'm afraid you'll have to go back to the Sword Mansion in the future and take a closer look at the sword practice bell to resolve the doubts.

So for now, let's put aside what you shouldn't think about for the time being.

Listening to the bell and getting a thought, not only did I have a deeper understanding of the two sword styles of "Yongzi Eight Swords", but also doubled the power. And I feel that the whole person's mind is unprecedentedly calm, peaceful, and spiritually as if it has been washed by divine water, refreshing and pleasant to fly.

He was clear that his spiritual power had become stronger. In the dark, if a sword training bell was moved to his own mud pill palace to hang and sit, a lot of negative feelings and thoughts were suppressed so that there was no ripple.

It's a strange feeling, it's not obvious, but it's real, it's never an illusion.

"Taicheng has arrived!"

Xiao Jihai suddenly spoke.

A group of disciples came to their senses one after another, and many people hurriedly probed to look. Not far below, the plains were vast. It's spring, and the boundless grass sprouts buds, which are lovely green.

On the plain, a huge city rises from the ground, square and mighty, with its own majestic momentum.

The largest city in the Wasteland, Taicheng.