After the two of them turned over the clouds and rain, they returned to Duan Xun's residence again, because three days after receiving the news, it was the time for the assessment of the Holy Academy, so they had to prepare in advance, Tiandou was too far away, so they lived here in Duan Xun first. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Duan Xun's residence is not unknown now, and from time to time there are people from the Duan family who come to visit, and it just so happens that when Duan Zitao came to visit, Duan Mingxiao also came here with Lan Qin'er, the two looked at each other, and soon separated, but Duan Mingxiao understood what he meant.

Duan Zitao walked outside and stopped on a clearing not far away, Duan Mingxiao also followed, seeing Duan Zitao stop, he also stopped, Duan Zitao turned to look at Duan Mingxiao, and the battle intent in his eyes burst out again.

"Duan Mingxiao, I know your strength is very strong, but now that I have also broken through to the Spirit Wheel Realm, how about we have a fight?"

Duan Zitao directly said the point, Duan Mingxiao was not ambiguous, bowed slightly, the dragon pattern on his arm floated, and Mo Xuan appeared in his hand, not to go all out, but to try the newly comprehended knife technique.

Duan Zitao saw that he took out his weapon, and he was also a little nervous in his heart, although he broke through to the Spirit Wheel Realm, but Duan Mingxiao was able to defeat Duan Tianfeng in the middle of the Spirit Wheel Realm not long ago, and he also cut off an arm, he couldn't help but relax, and took out a gray giant sword from behind him, which was slightly sluggish, but extremely heavy, and it seemed that the weight was not small.

Duan Mingxiao hooked his hand, Duan Zitao's feet were forced, leaving two deep footprints on the spot, and his body rushed towards him like a cannonball, he didn't move, but Mo Xuan in his hand was horizontal in front of him, waiting for the arrival of Duan Zitao's heavy sword.

"Big waves!"

Just when Duan Zitao's heavy sword was about to fall on Mo Xuan, a violent momentum bloomed, and several afterimages appeared in Mo Xuan's hand, densely connected, almost in an instant, dozens of swords were swung out, and the afterimages were linked, bombarding the heavy sword like a wave, and then there was a crisp sound.

The heavy long sword spun in the air, flying straight towards the big tree not far away, fiercely embedded in it, and the other half of the heavy sword was still in Duan Zitao's hand, leaving a slight arc, neat and neat fracture, his face was full of disbelief, while Duan Mingxiao maintained the action before the knife, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, as if he had not moved.

"I'm defeated. ”

Duan Zitao lowered his head, spit out a sentence, and the whole person seemed to have lost his mind, walking towards the way he came.

"Is your faith so fragile?"

Duan Mingxiao came to Duan Zitao in a flash, Mo Xuan pointed directly at Duan Zitao's eyebrows, and his tone was cold and stiff. Duan Zitao raised his head, looked at the fierce sword intent exuding from Mo Xuan, and then looked at the broken sword in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

"What if the belief is strong, the strength is weak, even if there is a strong belief, what can it be?"

Duan Zitao said sincerely, gently stroking the broken sword in his hand, his eyes were full of pity, this is his first weapon, when he started practicing martial arts since he was a child, he never left his body, even if he slept, he had to put it next to the bed, and he had been with him for nearly ten years, which could be said to be the sustenance of his faith, and now he was cut off, what about his belief? Thinking so, his eyes were a little confused.

"Belief is the driving force that supports a person's progress, if there is no faith, then will you still move forward?"

Duan Mingxiao put away Mo Xuan, walked to Duan Zitao's side, took the broken sword, and looked at it carefully, there were dense traces on it, it seemed that it had been used for a long time, although it was just an ordinary spiritual weapon, but it had a soul, even Duan Zitao didn't know that in this broken sword, there was a wisp of soul in it.

Duan Zitao thought about what he said, looked at the broken blade stuck in the tree, walked over, pulled it out, and stroked it gently, as loving as if he were looking at his own child.

"If this sword is your faith, then the day the broken sword is reforged, it will return!"

Duan Mingxiao threw the sword in his hand to Duan Zitao, left such a sentence, waved his palm towards the big tree beside him, and left.

"On the day the broken sword is reforged, when it returns?"

Duan Zitao pondered what he said, spliced the long sword broken in two, looked at the dense traces on it, as if he had seen his own story, full of nostalgia, thinking about it, put away the broken section, inserted the broken sword behind him, tidied up his clothes, and was about to leave, but he heard a small sound from the tree behind him.

Turning around, he looked at the big tree not far away, and there were eight handsome small characters on it.

"There is a soul in the vessel, and you must cherish it. ”

Duan Zitao recalled these eight words, took off the broken sword behind him, put it in his hand, felt the temperature from the sword, as if there was a heartbeat, the eyes gradually ignited a raging flame, a strange artistic conception began to spread, a sword slashed on the tree in front of him, condensed the strong sword intent, and once again took the broken sword behind him, and left without looking back.

Duan Mingxiao felt this breath, showed a smile, returned to the previous place, and looked at the big tree where there were a few more words on it.

"My meaning is to be prosperous!"

Savoring these words and feeling the artistic conception from above, Duan Mingxiao left satisfied.

Sheng, he understood, his prosperity is strong, strong faith, strong strength, is strong.

Understanding this artistic conception, he called Mo Xuan out again, held it in his hand, felt the rhythm of heaven and earth, waved it as he wished, the robe flew up, the long hair danced wildly, and the falling leaves followed the traces of the wave, drawing a golden trace in the air, as if between Rong and heaven and earth, with the swing of each knife, there are different changes between heaven and earth, gradually, the appearance of each knife carries a different force, or cold, or hot, or full of vitality, or lifeless, and gradually merges into the body, until each knife is swung, without a trace of strength, then stopped, put Mo Xuan away, sat cross-legged, and felt the previous artistic conception。

The so-called power of heaven and earth, the integration of heaven and earth, the vastness of the sky, the stability of the earth, the integration of one, can derive the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the fusion of elements, and can derive other forces, and the power of heaven and earth is the root. ”

Alone in the woods, he muttered to himself, the cool autumn wind blew through the woods, bringing down the golden leaves, dancing with the wind, a few leaves fell on Duan Mingxiao's body, but it did not affect his perception of heaven and earth at all, but felt the artistic conception of silence in the leaves, with the power of death, but it contained a trace of vitality, so he gradually realized, and unconsciously headed towards the spirit wheel realm.