As soon as he entered the sword mound, Mo Lingquan felt that endless sword intent was coming, he was like a lonely boat in the sea, and he couldn't help but feel invincible in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moonlight at the center of his eyebrows slowly rotated, and at this time, Mo Lingquan's spiritual platform was clear, and the influence of the sword intent on him was minimized.

Suddenly! Mo Lingquan's brows furrowed, and he felt that the endless sword intent in the sword mound was coming at him.

Thinking of the words confessed by the old man in gray before, Mo Lingquan calmed down.

Sitting cross-legged, emptying your mind, "Xuanyi Jue" slowly operated, and felt every change in your body with your heart.

At this time, the Zixiao Divine Sword behind Mo Lingquan had already flown up in the air and hung above his head.

In the depths of the sword mound, the gray-clothed old man sat cross-legged, his hair was windless and automatic, and he was holding a complex sword duel in his hand.

The long sword in the sword mound made a buzzing sound with his movements, and wisps of sword qi rose into the sky, striking on the Zixiao Divine Sword suspended above Mo Lingquan's head.

In the sword mound, for a while, the buzzing sound of the long sword and the whistling sound of the sword qi were endless.

The Zixiao Divine Sword above Mo Lingquan's head flashed with a faint blue thunderbolt. Zixiao Thunderwood has been baptized by the power of the Nine Heavens Thunder all the year round, and it is just to the sun, how can it succumb to the pressure of the Sword Shrine Ten Thousand Swords.

Under the deliberate control of the gray-clothed old man, as soon as Mo Lingquan, who was carrying the Zixiao Divine Sword, entered the sword mound, it was like pouring water into a hot oil pot, and the consequences could be imagined.

As more and more sword qi struck on the Zixiao Divine Sword, the dark blue thunder mang was slowly suppressed, and then a thunder ray broke away from the sword body and hit Mo Lingquan's body below.

In an instant, the clothes on his body were shattered.

"Boom..."

Mo Lingquan, who was running the "Xuanyi Jue" at full strength, only felt a huge force attacking, and the moon ring in his mind also trembled.

A strange feeling of numbness spread throughout the body, and the power of thunder was like a bamboo, straight into Mo Lingquan's heart.

At this moment, the mysterious aura in the middle dantian suddenly moved, and the power of thunder, which was still invincible just now, hit the aura and dissolved in an instant.

Gradually, the thunder became more and more dense, hitting the mysterious aura, making the aura tremble violently.

Mo Lingquan's cultivation of the Taixu True Sutra was running slowly, trying to maintain the stability of that aura.

With the passage of time, that mysterious aura has reached the verge of shattering, and at that time, Mo Lingquan's heart veins will be directly exposed to the power of the violent thunder.

At this time, the muscles of Mo Lingquan's whole body were trembling, and the meridians in his body were destroyed inch by inch, and they were broken inch by inch. One trick after another was destroyed by this pure and majestic masculine power.

A trace of blood on Mo Lingquan's body slowly oozes out along with the impurities that are as black as ink. The next moment, it was shattered by the thunderbolt.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of black blood spurted out from Mo Lingquan's mouth, and the eight veins and twelve canons of the Qi Sutra and the seventy-two points of the thirty-six earth demons of Tiangang that were blocked in his body were also completely opened and destroyed by the thunder power from the Zixiao Divine Sword.

At this time, even if Mo Lingquan can survive, he will be a waste.

"Taiyi Sanqing is an ordinary man, and the Lingtai is clear and self-conscious.

Glimpse the three thousand eons of the mortal world, and cultivate one's self-cultivation into the void.

Intention to keep the dantian condensing moon wheel, abandon the flashy nature.

The entrance is accessible and the essence is ethereal, and the thought of holding the yuan is ethereal.

The Tao is born with one gasification and two instruments, and yin and yang blend and derive all things.

Sightseeing into the micro tour is too empty, the tricks are clear, and the muscles and bones are built......

The mantra of the "Taixu True Scripture" slowly appeared in Mo Lingquan's mind, and above his heart, the mysterious aura that was on the verge of collapse actually began to slowly rotate.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the aura split into two, one hot and the other cold.

The two breaths slowly swirled, and the fiery pure yang power suddenly became vibrant, while the cold pure yin power became lifeless.

The two breaths swirled and returned to the dantian in Mo Ling Spring.

A vigorous force flowed from the middle dantian, repairing the meridians and acupoints destroyed by the power of thunder.

Time passed slowly, and the divine sword cast by Zixiao Thunder Wood hanging above his head could no longer withstand the invasion of thousands of sword qi and shattered, and the last brilliant thunder disappeared into Mo Lingquan's eyebrows.

"Boom..."

Mo Lingquan felt as if his mind was about to explode, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

The humming sound of the long sword in the sword mound also slowly disappeared.

Borrowing the power of thunder to temper the physique, it is rumored to be a concept proposed by a martial arts myth back then. But the power of heaven and earth is beyond the reach of man, and that legendary figure finally fell under the thunder with hatred.

Later, someone proposed to use the power of thunder that has been endured all year round to give birth to the Zixiao Thunder Wood Refining Body. But not to mention that the Zixiao Thunder Wood is extremely precious, even if someone can obtain this thing, they don't know how to stimulate the thunder power in it. Eventually, this method became a legend in the Yunlan Continent.

I have to say that Mo Lingquan was extremely lucky, the sky-high sword intent in the sword mound activated the power of thunder in the Zixiao Divine Sword. While confronting the endless sword qi, the power of the thunder that was forced out struck his body.

Mo Lingquan, whose meridians were blocked, had never practiced internal strength at all, and when the power of thunder hit his body, he could only bear it silently.

It was precisely because Mo Lingquan did not resist and could only passively bear it that he did not provoke the backlash of the Zixiao Divine Sword. And use the power of thunder to refine the physique and open up the meridians.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, nothing more than this.

The lonely person meditating at the entrance of the sword mound felt the sword intent inside the sword mound and the surging sword qi. Suddenly stood up, and as soon as his body moved, he wanted to break into the sword mound.

"Woooo

The criss-crossing sword qi forced the lone person who wanted to break into it back.

The humming sound of ten thousand swords in the sword mound suddenly sounded, and Dugu's face turned pale and powerless for a moment.

Waiting outside the sword mound, Dugu was anxious, if he wasn't afraid that forcibly breaking into it would make the situation worse that was already out of control, he wouldn't be so in such a dilemma.

Moreover, as the ruler of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, he still has his concerns.

As time passed, the humming sound of the long sword in the sword mound became more and more intense, even if he stood outside the sword mound, the momentum that overflowed still made Dugu feel palpitations.

Just as he gradually lost patience and wanted to forcibly break in, the sound of ten thousand swords humming in the sword mound suddenly fell silent.

When Dugu, who had already made a decision in his heart, was about to enter it, Mo Lingquan, who had passed out, was dragged out of the sword shrine by a soft force.

"Take him back..."

The familiar voice of the ancestor came to his ears, and in the low and hoarse voice, he couldn't hide the joy and exhaustion.

Dugu was stunned when he heard this, bowed respectfully to the sword mound, and turned to leave. While being happy for Mo Lingquan, there was a lingering desolation in his heart.