In the tomb, a battle knife condensed by a breath of black gas suddenly rushed out, making Beichen startled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, in the South Xuan Palace, Miaoshan Zhenren suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Xuanshu Cave, and the sword intent in his body broke out, and in the high sky of the South Xuan Palace, it gathered into a strange phenomenon of clouds, dragons, winds and tigers, causing all the high-level of the South Xuan Palace to shake.

Soon, the two real people of Gongshan and Xushan came to Nanxuan Palace at the same time, and inexplicably looked at the real people of Miaoshan who were sitting on the main seat, closing their eyes and saying nothing.

Subsequently, Nanxuan Palace issued a Zongzun order, ordering everyone in the door not to be surprised.

And Miaoshan Zhenren personally came to the cloud platform outside the Xuanshu Cave and waited here.

The two guardian elders glanced at Miaoshan Zhenren in surprise, turned around, looked at the entrance of the Xuanshu Cave, and probably had a little conjecture in their hearts.

Inside the cave, Beichen looked at the black knife on the tomb in shock, and a heat filled his heart.

"Fighting the sky, the battlefield, the war demon god, but I want to fight in my life, and then advance to the peak, I am the war knife!"

A heroic sentence full of fighting spirit sounded in the depths of Beichen's mind, and then, the black knife turned into a sharp light, instantly submerged into Beichen's ancestral aperture, and disappeared.

In an instant, Beichen Divine Consciousness entered the War Sword Mind Divine Realm, and received the most violent War Sword Realm in heaven and earth.

The sword master that Beichen came into contact with had the deepest influence on him, one was his master Miaoshan Zhenren, and the other was the Golden Sword Tyrant.

The knife of Miaoshan real person is the knife of destruction, the realm of a knife, and the world is destroyed.

The battle between Mizhou Southern Xuanzong and the Spirit Python Clan, Miaoshan Zhenren had a knife outside that day, and Beichen still remembers it vividly, it was the knife of annihilation, destroying the sky, destroying the earth, destroying the enemy, and destroying me!

And the golden knife is tyrannical, although the cultivation is limited, but the knife realm is not bad, it is the sword of the tyrant, the hero, the rare tyrant, the treacherous tyrant, and the killing tyrant!

Beichen's own knife has been stuck before it is finalized, and this time he accidentally got the idea of a war knife, and the whole person is like an enlightenment, and the knife realm has entered the new era again.

"My sword, the sword of war, the heavens and all the worlds, I fight with the sword!"

In the artistic conception of the Yuan Shen, Beichen iQue is too empty, and his heart understands it, and his hands move with the intention of the knife, and the superior knife technique comes out.

A black-haired old man, armed with a war knife, fought with Beichen Consciousness.

I fight you, I fight me, I fight nothing, to the end, only the word "war" remains!

On the tomb, an old man, with only a little war thought left, stared at Beichen who was sitting upright with his eyes closed, and his face showed a look of relief.

Stepping through the heavy space, the old man's eyes seemed to see the real person of Miaoshan waiting outside the Xuanshu Cave, nodded his head, and then turned into spiritual light and dissipated between heaven and earth. In the smoke and dust, the black tomb disappeared into the depths of the earth, and disappeared.

At the same time, Miaoshan Zhenren's expression changed suddenly, and he reached out into the void and grabbed it, as if he wanted to grasp the last bit of thought, but in the end, it was in vain, and he didn't grasp anything.

With a long sigh, Miaoshan Zhenren, who was the supreme of the Southern Xuanzong sect, had a tear in his eyes.

"Master!"

Within the realm of the sword of thought, Beichen dances with the wind, and the sword light lingers around the body, turning into a cloud dragon, turning into a wind tiger, dominating the world and the world, and the battle is endless.

One move at a time, one knife at a time, it is inexplicable, and it is transcendent.

There is no way to move the knife, and there is no decision to move the knife, but within Beichen's divine sense, it is firmly imprinted with a heavy sword realm perception.

In the end, the wind stopped, the knife rested, Beichen stood with his back to him, quietly realized and felt, and entered the wonderful realm that the gods and ghosts did not know.

"The ultimate sword, dominate the world, only beyond the battle of life and death, can the ultimate knife be created, the knife will come out again, and the world will cry blood!"

When he opened his eyes again, Beichen's divine consciousness returned, and in his eyes, the sword light shot out in all directions, startling the sky full of smoke and dust. Standing up, Beichen's breath changed again, and it was no longer the realm of the past.

The black tomb in front of me has completely disappeared, leaving no trace, as if it never existed, leaving no trace of thought for future generations.

Beichen stood solemnly, the palm of his left hand moved, Tianfeng swirled around, and a knife was slashed, with thousands of thoughts.

"The knife without a style, there is only one thought, today the predecessor of the knife is enlightened, Beichen does not dare or forget, kowtow nine bows, send the seniors on the last journey!"

Kneeling on the ground, Beichen bowed his head nine times, and bowed very respectfully!

Windfall, for Beichen, is of great significance, from now on, Beichen knife realm will change again, no longer rootless duckweed at the wind and rain, but has a solid goal, thick heritage, only the word "war".

"The knife of war, my way, from now on, the knife of my Beichen is the battle sky, the battlefield, the god of war and the demon, the way forward, the god blocks the killing of the god, and the demon blocks the demon!"

After the acceptance of the sword intent was completed, the number of the three treasures was ready, and in the Xuanshu Cave, a Xuanguang flew out, enveloping Beichen's body, and soon sent Beichen to the top of the cloud platform.

When Beichen opened his eyes again, he saw that his master was a real person from Miaoshan, waiting here quietly, with a look full of sadness.

"Why is Shizun here?"

Inexplicable, Beichen stepped forward to meet and asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong?"

With a wave of his hand, Miaoshan Zhenren emitted a spiritual light, enveloping Beichen entirely, and then taking Beichen with him, the light disappeared.

In the Nanxuan Palace, Beichen and Miaoshan Zhenren stood opposite each other, Miaoshan Zhenren was silent, Beichen was speechless, and he did not dare to disturb his master.

After a long time, Miaoshan Zhen came back to his senses and instructed Beichen: "Knife me!"

"Master!"

Although Miaoshan Zhenren usually doesn't care about Beichen, Beichen still respects his master very much in his heart. At the critical moment, Miaoshan Zhenren has always maintained Beichen and let Beichen shoot at him, how dare Beichen!

"It's okay, use what you comprehend in the Xuanshu Cave!"

Hearing this, Beichen had a clue in his heart, and the left hand Tianfeng was transported, and within the ancestral aperture, the battle intent was urged, and a knife came out with momentum, directly slashing the real person of Miaoshan.

Beichen's knife has no moves or styles, but it moves according to the battle spirit that he has just comprehended, and comes out casually.

Although this is the case, Beichen's knife is extraordinary, full of war intent, and it seems to be going to fight the enemy in the world.

The corners of Miaoshan's eyebrows jumped, he didn't dodge or dodge, stretched out his right hand, and accurately held the tip of Beichen's knife.

With a "poof", blood splattered, and Miaoshan Zhenren withdrew his own defense, and his palm was cut by the blade of Tianfeng. The battle intent above the Beichen Sword Realm soon invaded the body of Miaoshan Zhenren.

Beichen exclaimed, "Master!"

hurriedly wanted to retract Tianfeng, but found that Miaoshan Zhenren held it very hard, and Beichen couldn't recover Tianfeng for a while.

"Sure enough, it's the sword of war, the meaning of the sword!"

With a sigh of emotion, Miaoshan Zhenren's eyes were sad, and he slowly let go of Tianfeng, and a spiritual power filled his palm, instantly healing the wound and cleaning up the bloodstains.

"Did you see the black tomb?"

Faced with Miaoshan Zhenren's abrupt question, Beichen nodded honestly, and told Miaoshan Zhenren about the inheritance of the war knife after being summoned and the wine sacrifice tomb.

Miaoshan Zhenren: "Do you know who is buried in that tomb?"

Beichen shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Miaoshan Zhenren recalled: "That tomb is called the Tomb of War, there is no monument and no plate, and what is buried in it is the ancestor of my Southern Xuanzong War Knife, and it is also your ancestor, the teacher of the teacher!"

Hearing such shocking news suddenly, Beichen was shocked, "It turned out to be the tomb of the ancestor, and the apprentice has trespassed!"

Miaoshan Zhenren smiled: "That's not the case, in your ancestor's life, you have only one hobby, and you also have a regret!"

"This hobby is to indulge in the things in the cup, to cherish all kinds of spiritual wine, but to be a complete wine worm, no wonder as soon as you sprinkle it with wine, he will show a heroic spirit. ”

Beichen secretly said that he was lucky, but fortunately, the love saint gave him a pot of fairy wine.

Beichen asked, "What is the regret of the ancestor?"

Miaoshan Zhenren: "Your ancestor sat down with only one disciple of me, he spent his whole life immersed in the sword technique, and created the realm of the original sword, but my sword technique is unique, and by chance, he cultivated the realm of the sword of destruction." Your ancestor and his regret is that he did not find a successor to the sword during his lifetime, and now under the fate of the meeting, you will be inherited, but he also regrets in his heart, making up for the guilt in the heart of the teacher, speaking of which, the teacher has to thank you. ”

Beichen frowned slightly, and asked Miaoshan Zhenren: "Master, how did the old man fall from the ancestor?"

According to the calculation of the cultivator Shou Yuan, the ancestor of the war sword will not fall, and there must be some earth-shattering mystery in it.

Miaoshan Zhenren glanced at Beichen fixedly, and felt a little relieved in his heart, "I can't tell you about this matter now, when you cultivate to transcend as a teacher, that is, when you know this secret, when the time comes, the lifelong shock of your master ancestor will be determined by you, this point, you have to remember!"

Beichen knelt solemnly, bowed solemnly, and said solemnly: "Remember!"

Miaoshan Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, "The son can be taught, you bid farewell to the master and ancestor for nine times, and it can be regarded as a master-apprentice for the master, you will stay in the Nanxuan Palace for the past two days, and help the teacher to stabilize the sword artistic conception in your body!"