The aura dragon gushed out, carrying the purest five elements energy, pouring into Yang Yixia's heavenly gate, pouring into Yang Yixia's divine mansion, and then circulating the hundreds of bones all over the body, large and small entrances, like cutting bones and washing the marrow, refining and carving Yang Yixia's meridians that had already been baptized by the power of the sword again, and so on, like grinding, finally reached a full state, and reached the limit of today's cultivation - the tenth layer of the Forging Bone Realm.

Yang Yixia never expected that overnight, not only did the chaotic physique, which was known as the cultivation of waste veins, find a solution, but his own cultivation also unexpectedly improved by leaps and bounds, directly crossing ten small realms and reaching the peak of the Bone Forging Realm.

"Sword Magic, the place to test the sword, the sword spirit, the sword mound, the old master......" Yang Yixia fell into deep thought, "The hero is in the twilight, bury the sword here." Defy the law and pass on the merits to future generations. What kind of earth-shattering secret is hidden in this? ”

It stands to reason that such an amazing and rare kendo genius as the master of "Sword Divine Formula" should be a pioneer in his later years, preaching and discussing swords, and admired by the world. Even if the old man has a high personality, loves the mountains and rivers, and has no intention of the rivers and lakes, then he should join hands with the beauties, retreat to the fairyland, and the fairy couple, and do not ask about the world.

How could he hide all his belongings in this life desperately into the enchantment, put the hope of trying the sword on the ethereal destined person, and let the younger generation complete the will for him?

In this way, where did the eight masters of the Sword God Technique in the middle go? Is it a failure of enlightenment and a death path? It seems that the road to this sword test is not easy, so what about the tenth?

"Bah, bah," Yang Yixia couldn't help but secretly scold himself for his crow's mouth, "Master, I am naturally beautiful and difficult to give up, how can I die here, I still have to go back to college?" I heard that the life of the university is very beautiful, the moon is on the willow tops, and people are about ...... after dusk"

I have to say that Yang Yixia's nerves are really big, but if he knew that after he went back, the long-awaited college life was the life of the engineering department that stayed up late every day, he would not dare to have this idea anymore.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. The sword is out of the storm, and it lives up to the youth. Since you uphold my wishes, you should sing with a sword. But the road ahead is bumpy, and the days are hard, whether you can find your own way of the sword, and then go down, is all in your thoughts. The blue light and shadow circulated rapidly in the enchantment, cracks appeared on the light wall of the enchantment, the sky was spinning, the sky was dark, Yang Yixia felt that the whole world was collapsing, accompanied by a majestic and bohemian, chic and solemn voice, Yang Yixia was like a spring breeze, and the fatigue of tossing all night disappeared at this moment. This is not the cold voice of the sword spirit, it can only be the master of the Sword Divine Technique.

"The younger generation should follow the teachings of the predecessors, and must concentrate on enlightenment and never forget the original intention." Yang Yixia replied respectfully, not daring to be the slightest slack.

"Young man, if there is fate, we will meet again." Clenched the dust-breaking sword in his hand, and under the whirlpool of strong light, Yang Yixia closed his eyes dizzily. I only heard the voice of the old-timer coming intermittently, but I didn't hear a word.

"Ahh

With a bang, a figure fell from the sky, and the back of Yang Yixia's head fell heavily on the muddy ground of Chuxin Pavilion, and he fell directly into a coma.

-------- call me the dividing line-------------------

The black ink is receding, the sky is about to break, a few wisps of white are folded on the clouds, and the morning mist in the mountains lingers in the bamboo forest. Night and day are about to pass at this time, and a new day is coming, and the time is already the end of the next day. Next to the Chuxin Pavilion of Zizhu Peak, a young disciple in ragged clothes with several holes in his cyan robe was lying on the ground, his limbs outstretched, his feet facing the sky, and his mouth still babbling.

"Wake up, little shrimp, why are you sleeping on the ground?" A familiar voice came from my ears, it was the voice of the sword god.

"Don't argue, don't argue, I'm dating Zhou Gong's daughter." Yang Yixia hates it when he is asleep, and others come to disturb him, this is the so-called getting up.

"Wait, at three o'clock last night, after we met the Sword Buddha seniors, we were teleported to Zizhu Peak, aren't you going to the Chuxin Pavilion to look for the Sword God Technique? What do you do lying on the ground? The sword god felt his head groggy and his body as if it had been hollowed out, "What's wrong with me?" Didn't you encounter something unexpected last night, why can't you remember anything at all? ”

"Sword God!" Yang Yixia suddenly got up from the ground, patted his face, and danced excitedly, "It's great that you're still alive, you're not dead!" ”

"This kid is having a nightmare." The sword god helplessly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and with a trace of doubt in his heart, he asked, "Little shrimp, I have always had a feeling that my memory of last night was erased. ”

"Sword God, you're right." Yang Yixia nodded, it was reasonable for the Sword God to guess that his memory had been erased. Yang Yixia told the original story of the matter, Xingyun Sword God disappeared one after another, he was introduced into the enchantment by the sword spirit, and the place where the sword was tested experienced the three levels of life and death, and the peerless exercises of "Sword God Jue" and the mysterious old-timers told the sword god all in one go. In Yang Yixia's view, how can this kind of thing that consumes brain cells only hurt his brain.

As a result, Uncle Geng Zhi's sword god was messy in the Divine Mansion.

"I didn't expect that the original situation of the matter turned out to be like this." After a long time, the sword god popped out a sentence, and it seemed that he was also very surprised by this matter.

"Sword God, by the way, I haven't asked you one thing yet, how did you get the martial arts and spells chapter of the Sword God Recipe back then?" Yang Yixia pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered this question.

The sword god sighed, his eyes were confused, and the past surfaced one by one.

"I think that back then, Liu Er died, and I was also cut off my right arm, only to feel that the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and I was disheartened, and when I heard the news of the collapse of the division, the whole person lost hope, and was instantly blinded by hatred. So I hid all the way, cultivated all the way, and returned to the Shimen site three months later, and found a broken codex near the Chuxin Pavilion in Zizhu Peak, the handwriting on it had been blurred, and I could only vaguely see a few small characters: Under the Chuxin Pavilion, peerless exercises. The sword god turned away, as if he didn't want to think of the unbearable past, "So I searched frantically, digging with one hand for three days and three nights, drenched in blood, until I lost consciousness, relying on a desire for revenge, I finally found an ancient copper box underground, which contained a parchment dossier, on which recorded the martial arts and spells of the Sword God Formula. ”

Yang Yixia sighed for a while, hatred can really make a person strong, but it also makes him lose himself.

"That's right. This doesn't make sense, could it be that someone buried the "Sword God Formula" under the Chuxin Pavilion before, leaving it for future generations to practice. And because the mental method of the Sword Divine Technique requires a specific sword power and chaotic body, and cannot be kept on the parchment scroll, you only practiced swordsmanship and spells at that time. Yang Yixia scratched his head, how could he realize the coincidence in this.

"Why don't you try? I dig and dig with my bare hands. The sword god smiled lightly and teased Yang Yixia seriously.

"Damn, I'm not grinning. When the master asked, I couldn't explain it even if I had ten lives. In that case, let it be safe if it comes. When he couldn't figure it out, Yang Yixia simply stopped thinking about it, believing that time would give him the best answer.

"I haven't seen you for a night, and my mood has become so calm, it's really impressive, what you're saying is, since you have obtained the full version of the Sword Divine Formula, why bother with the parchment scroll that records the mutilated Sword Divine Formula?" The sword god nodded approvingly, and the young man in front of him had changed from two days ago.

"Sword God, what time is it?" Yang Yixia stretched his waist and yawned long, "I haven't slept all night, and no one can stand it." ”

"It's about a quarter now, what's the matter, looking at you like this, are you planning to go back to Kuaizai Hall and sleep again?" The sword god squinted his eyes, looked at Yang Yixia with a smile, and shifted his gaze to the Breaking Dust Sword, "I have to say that this sword in your hand is not ordinary, it seems to be plain, but it actually hides sword energy." ”

"Dust-breaking Sword, you say? Hehe, don't look at its domineering name, it was originally a purple bamboo sword used to practice martial arts on weekdays, but under the transformation of the sword mound, it was integrated into the outer heaven and iron, and it became what it is today. How about it, today's Dust Breaking Sword, let's have a fight with your Shadow Sword. Hearing the sword god praise his sword, Yang Yixia grinned proudly.

"The sword is a good sword, but it is still far from Chengying, at most, it is only three points of the power of the Chengying sword."

"Yo, are you so jealous of the master's chance that you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, so you slander my sword like this?"

"The sword god never deceives people in his life, if you want to think so, I can't help it."

"Yes, you won, and you still can't quarrel with the middle-aged uncle who cares about it."

"Little Shrimp, who do you say is old? I'm in the prime of life, so why am I old? ”

……

The bamboo forest was filled with Yang Yixia's smirk, which startled a few early birds from time to time, and also woke up a flower girl who had been asleep all night in the bamboo ring two miles away from the Chuxin Pavilion, Xingyun, the eldest disciple of Qixia Peak.

The morning dew swayed on the branches and leaves of the purple bamboo, and dripped little by little along the long bamboo leaves to the girl's lips. Hearing Yang Yixia's voice, Xingyun woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes with his bare hands, stretched lazily, looked around, and after a while, he heard the sound source thousands of kilometers away.

It's Xiao Xia'er, he's in the Chuxin Pavilion!

Xingyun rode the wind, his feet were full of lotus steps, and his figure moved, like a yellow butterfly, shuttling through the bamboo forest, and in a few breaths, he found Yang Yixia, who was still fighting with the sword god.

At this time, Yang Yixia, with red face and red ears, slurred speech, looked from a distance, like a crazy puppy talking to himself.

A plain hand patted Yang Yixia's shoulder, Yang Yixia stopped arguing, and when he turned around, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes, blinking and flashing on the beautiful and beautiful goose egg face with a flush.

"Little man! What are you doing here talking to yourself, rags, and bare-chested? ”

(Chapter 20, End)