It turned out to be "Hinayana Sword Technique"!

Nie Chen couldn't help but be overjoyed, when he first saw the Hinayana sword technique in the Hongwu Academy, he knew that this martial art was an extremely profound sword technique, and its power was even comparable to that of the Qiankun Finger. www.biquge.info It's a pity that the sword technique of Hongwu Academy is incomplete, and no matter how hard Nie Chen tries, it is difficult to perfect it in the slightest. But at this moment, there is a complete sword technique appearing in front of him, how can it not be exciting.

Flipping through the pages of the "Hinayana Sword Technique" classics, Nie Chen's face continued to glow with surprise and satisfaction, and many luck methods and moves that were difficult to understand at the beginning have now become easily solved.

Nie Chen looked up at the peak of the snow in the distance, and now that the night was getting darker and deeper, Nie Chen gave up the idea of continuing to move forward, and turned around and walked towards his residence.

And at this moment, in a wooden house at the peak, Xia Long was standing at the door of the wooden house, his eyes quietly watching his toes, and his heart was not distracted.

In the center of the hut was a multicolored stove burning, but the flame in the furnace was not red, but glowed blue.

Above the furnace, an ancient sword turned red under the calcination of the furnace fire, this sword looks very mysterious, it seems to have existed in this world for a long time, but in one of the blades, there is a piece of mutilation.

On the edge of the stove, an old man with a white beard was silently watching the flames in the furnace, the old man's beard fell long, and even some fell on the stove, but what was puzzling was that those silk-like whiskers were not burned by the terrifying high temperature, and the flames in the furnace obediently bypassed those whiskers and emitted a violent temperature towards the ancient sword.

The old man's nose was straight, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he looked particularly melancholy, his face was like a knife and axe, his lines were well-proportioned and resolute, and his eyes were bright. Under the high temperature of the furnace, large beads of sweat flowed down his face, and the drops were quickly evaporated in the furnace, making a "snorting" sound.

The old man's upper body ****, revealing a strong chest and toned abdominal muscles, wearing a pair of black trousers on the lower body, the trouser legs were constantly soaked with sweat, and they were quickly dried by the fire.

Two full hours passed, and the old man did not glance at Xia Long, but despite this, Xia Long's eyes did not have the slightest abnormality, but were full of respect and obedience.

The white-haired old man remained silent, picked up a hammer and slammed it down on top of the ancient sword. The hammer looked unremarkable, but if a master swordsmith stood next to it, it was not difficult to see that the hammer was completely made of the iron of the Flood Desolation God, and in the corner of the hammer, several cracks were spreading in twists and turns, and despite some forging, those cracks still could not be erased.

What kind of sword is it that needs to be made of a hammer made of the iron of the Flood Desolation God?

"Bell!"

The hammer slammed into the ancient sword, making a deafening sound, and after the ancient sword's sword body was beaten, it suddenly glowed with a crimson aura, and this aura spread out with a "buzz", quickly spreading to every corner of the peak.

And with the spread of this aura, suddenly from the mountainside and the foot of the peak came a roar, those roars seemed to come from thousands of beasts, and they were full of trembling and fear, as if these beasts were frightened by this aura and huge sound waves, and the roar gradually turned into a scream, and finally into a wail, and the sound became more and more miserable.

But all this did not make the **** old man and Xia Long's emotions fluctuate in the slightest, the old man still forged the ancient sword in his hand hammer by hammer, the aura and sound waves continued to vibrate, and those screams were higher and higher, and the owner of the screams was obviously tortured to the bitterness.

It's been a long time......

The **** old man stopped the movements in his hand, glanced at Xia Long, who was standing at the door in a regular manner, and then said in a deep voice: "I know everything." ”

After hearing the old man's words, Xia Long knelt down in front of the old man with a "poof", bowed his head and bowed, without saying a word in his mouth, only tears galloped freely on his face.

The old man took a deep breath and didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and shook it gently towards the void!

Suddenly, on the wall of reincarnation in the underworld, a sword-shaped light and shadow appeared on the impregnable thick barrier, and gradually, this light and shadow became more and more condensed, and a peerless aura diffused from the light and shadow.

The Hades King raised his handsome face, looked at the sword shadow on the wall in surprise, and then laughed lightly and said, "Xia Thirteen? ”

Then Hades closed his eyes and turned his ears sideways, as if someone was whispering something in his ear.

After a while, the Hades King slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "I can make an exception for you, but only if you send Gu Cang's head to me first." ”

After the Hades King finished saying this, the **** old man on the peak of Mangdang Mountain smiled helplessly, glanced at Xia Long, and shook his head lightly with an apology on his face.

Xia Long saw the old man's movements, and his face showed a look of disappointment, but he quickly sorted out his mood and bowed deeply to the **** old man.

The **** old man still didn't say a word, then raised the hammer in his hand and continued to smash it towards the ancient sword.

A crisp sound immediately filled the inside of the hut, but outside the hut was a mountain of painful wails......

Three days passed in a flash, and in the past few days, Nie Chen had been immersed in the cultivation of the Hinayana Sword Technique all day long, and after these few days of study, Nie Chen had been able to master the complete law of luck, and his sword moves were becoming more and more perfect.

However, there are still many things that are difficult for him to understand.

After several days of repeated deliberation and drills, Nie Chen still failed to make a breakthrough, this is not to blame Nie Chen's understanding, but the Hinayana sword technique is indeed extremely profound, every move and style touches the truth of heaven and earth, if no one gives detailed guidance, it is really difficult to practice it!

Nie Chen used the law of luck in his sword moves every time according to his own deliberations, but after many failed attempts, he finally looked at the supreme peak in the distance with a pair of eyes, and muttered, "It seems that I still have to ask for advice." ”

At the same time, another pair of eyes were also staring at the snow-covered peak, and the owner of these eyes was none other than the contemporary head of the Xia family, Xia Kongyun. And his mouth was muttering in a low voice:

"Grandpa Long, did you actually pass on the Hinayana Sword Technique to Nie Chen?"