The sky was slightly clear, the sun peeked out from behind the white and flawless clouds, shining on the earth, and the cool morning breeze gently blew the branches and leaves, and the leaves rattled.

Zhang Zhitian held the carriage with the reins in one hand and a leather whip in the other, and said with a smile: "Horse, run faster, otherwise I will beat you." Zhang Zhitian sat cross-legged on the carriage, slightly distracted, thinking about it, he had been away from home for more than half a month, and he missed his mother a little. Zhang Zhitian listened to the laughter in the carriage, talking loudly, couldn't help but shake his head secretly, meditated, and ran the seal of the demon, a burst of black fog poured out of the body, the black fog became more and more funny, the horse was stimulated to gallop, and neighed in horror, Zhang Zhitian's "thorn" who was napping next to him also suddenly opened his eyes, his huge black eyes stared at the black fog, stunned, silent, after a while, he took a nap again, and a burst of uneven breathing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Shangguan Qingye, daughter Shangguan Liucai and Mu Qingcheng were talking and laughing in the carriage, talking about some interesting things over the years, their own thrilling experiences, and extensive knowledge. Mu Qingcheng looked at Zhang Zhitian, who was driving through the curtain, and sighed: "I sigh to myself! If I had Brother Zhang's diligence, I wouldn't just be as strong as today." Shangguan Qingye held a book in his hand, studied it carefully, and said, "Make good use of your time, God rewards your diligence." Then he smiled and said, "The effort is different." Zhang Gongzi wants to win the world, and the sword test is the best, so he naturally has to cultivate hard. But you want to eat and drink enough, find a job and a half-job, and be accompanied by a group of friends; the ideal height is different, and naturally the effort you have to pay is also different. Cai'er, you have to practice diligently to protect your beloved. Shangguan Qingye buried his head, turned the pages of the book, stopped talking, watched the wisdom in the book intently, and stopped interjecting.

Shangguan Liucai, Mu Qingcheng also consciously meditated and operated his own martial arts.

All of a sudden, the world fell silent, except for the sound of horses' hooves running and the sound of wheels crashing on the ground, as well as the cars that followed behind them.

The quiet time always passed quickly, and Zhang Zhitian felt that the black qi in his body was even thicker, turning into a liquid and running in his body. Zhang Zhitian cultivated the Demon Seal, and the handprint formed more quickly, smoothly, and naturally, and a huge black ** seal exuding an amazing aura appeared. The twelve types of sealing demon seals have been cultivated into the first type, sealing the five demon seals. couldn't help but be overjoyed, Zhang Zhitian said secretly: From now on, there will be one more means. Zhang Zhitian's index finger and middle finger stood side by side, turning into a sword finger, practicing the sword moves of "Demon Sword Technique", one after another sword qi cut through the air, rushed into the air, constantly pondered, practiced sword moves, and worked tirelessly. The air around him became hotter, Zhang Zhitian's sword moves became more and more plump, round, everything was so chic, the sword went as he wanted, fluttering sharply, and suddenly Zhang Zhitian had a kind of pride, and the sword finger could cut all obstacles.

Zhang Zhitian entered a state of selflessness and wonder, as if he was one with this heaven and earth, and heaven and man were one. The sword finger stabbed out, and the sword qi, which was ten times thicker than the original and three times faster, shot out, and a pile of rubble fell from the top of the mountain. Zhang Zhitian felt that everything seemed to be under control, and as expected, the sword finger shot out a series of sword qi to accurately smash the falling gravel into powder, and saw that the horse was about to pull the carriage out of the lane, fall off the cliff, gently pull the reins, and cross the mountain bay smoothly.

Zhang Zhitian's eyes suddenly darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, he clearly saw a sparrow ten miles away, and the sparrow's cry ten miles away could be heard clearly, but the consciousness in his mind suddenly became confused, and a voice in his head said: "Don't resist, this is the only way." Immediately after a burst of dizziness, the dominance of the body was taken away, only to see his body suddenly floating in the air, doing movements in the air, or splitting or stabbing, or cutting or blocking, suddenly turning over, suddenly leaning back, sometimes turning around and stabbing out, sometimes jumping up and chopping. Then his fingers turned into a sword, and he shot out a sword qi, cutting through the stone wall of the mountain, and the debris kept falling, and a burst of dust fell. Two lines of handsome characters are engraved on the stone wall, ascending: Heaven and earth are unkind and descending: all things are dogs

Zhang Zhitian suddenly lost consciousness completely, one by one sword fingers frantically stabbed on the stone wall, the stone wall of the mountain cracked a deep crack, the crack became wider and wider, the mountain began to shake, the tip of the mountain continued to collapse, the mountain began to collapse, the rolling mountain stones rolled down from above, suddenly Zhang Zhitian's fingers condensed a huge sword, the heaven and earth vitality is the bone, the idea is the shape, piercing the mountain, Zhang Zhitian's sword fingers retreated, the sword condensed by the vitality retreated, and a transparent hole appeared in the center of the mountain, accelerating the collapse of the mountain. Shangguan Qingye and his entourage rode their horses and whips, competing with the rolling rocks behind them, a huge pile of huge rocks had approached, Shangguan Qingye shouted urgently: "Everyone abandons the car, abandons the horse, and goes down the mountain vine, fast! fast!" The group went down the mountain vine, rolling mountain stones down the mountain, Shangguan Qingye grabbed the mountain vine and looked down, and commanded: "Everyone jump down the tree below with me, everyone lives and dies." ”

Shangguan Aoba jumped down first, and the whirring wind sounded in his ears. There was a scream, spitting, and cursing sounds, but everyone looked at the huge stone rolling down, and still jumped down speechlessly, and some servants who were afraid of heights were dizzy and unwilling to jump off for a long time, and the boulder burst in, closed their eyes and jumped bravely. Fortunately, the giant ancient trees that grow on the mountain are strange enough, and they are still so lush rooted in the mountain, with many branches, like a cluster of flowers catching everyone.