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Yang Han slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, wrapped in a white cloth, like a mummy, with a thick layer of ointment on it, and a strong smell of herbs came to his face.

"Aren't you dead yet? So much better. ”

Looking at his immobile body, his whole body was in pain, Yang Han gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and beside him lay quietly a fine iron long sword, with a trace of red veins flowing on it, like blood vessels.

"Since I pulled you out of the Dragon and Tiger Pass, then from now on, you can follow me, and I will name you Blood Pattern."

"Buzz."

After hearing this name, the fine iron long sword actually roared slightly, although the time was very short and it was almost impossible to catch, but Yang Han could see it clearly.

"Huh? Iron swords have spirits? This is not an ordinary longsword? ”

Yang Han's eyes widened, revealing an incredible look.

The entire Sword Yuan Sect, thousands of disciples up and down, almost all of them use mortal swords, only some elder-level kendo masters, there are only one or two spirit swords, spirit swords are extremely precious, very rare, even if ordinary disciples have cultivated for a lifetime, I am afraid that they will not have the opportunity to touch such weapons.

"Is this really a spirit sword?"

Yang Han wanted to reach out and touch it, but as soon as he moved, his whole body was in pain, which made him gasp again and again, and he couldn't help but dispel this thought.

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"Are you awake?"

At this moment, a delicate figure walked in slowly from outside, she was wearing a white sword robe, and a small silver sword was embroidered on her chest, which was the symbol of the Sword Yuan Gate.

She has long hair like a waterfall, and her body is hot, but unfortunately there is always a touch of coldness on her face, a typical iceberg beauty.

Her name is Ji Ruorong, and she was brought back from outside by her father when she was five or six years old, and she heard that she was an orphan, and she didn't know if it was true or not.

Since the disappearance of his parents, he was deceived by the villain into drinking psychedelic wine all day long, indulging in it and indulging in it, and insulting Ji Ruorong from time to time, but Rao is so, the other party did not abandon himself and left, and still took care of it, this friendship is too great.

Yang Han owes the other party too much.

"Well, wake up."

Yang Han nodded, looking at Ji Ruorong's tired face, she couldn't help but feel guilty in her heart, she was carried back home by the other party half-dead, her injuries were serious, she must have been preparing healing herbs, and she didn't close her eyes all day.

"Ruorong, thank you very much for this time, leave the rest to me, you go and rest."

Yang Han said gently.

"Huh?"

When Ji Ruorong heard this, his cold little face turned slightly, looking at Yang Han at this moment, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

How does this usually hot-tempered person seem to have suddenly changed sex? She could feel that Yang Han's words at this moment came from the bottom of her heart, which actually made her feel a long-lost warmth, which was the warmth of her relatives.

This made her cold pretty face soften a lot again.

"Well, in that case, you can rest well, and call me if you have something."

Ji Ruorong once again took a deep look at Yang Han, who was wrapped in white cloth, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then turned to leave.

Looking at the empty room, and then looking at his physical condition, Yang Han's brows gradually wrinkled.

With his current injury, let alone three days, even ten days may not be able to heal well, but after three days, the ruling of the elder body will be conducted, and if he continues in this state, then there is absolutely no chance of survival.

"What should I do?"

Yang Han felt that he was in a desperate situation, and the life path around him was completely blocked.

"Buzz."

At this moment, the sea of qi in Yang Han's body suddenly trembled, and a mysterious force covered him instantly, and then with a bang, his eyes turned black.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the sea of qi in his body.

The so-called sea of qi is the place where the cultivator stores his strength, and people absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and after transforming it in the meridians, they can turn it into energy, and those who have strong energy can fly to the sky and the earth, walk in vacuum, and can split the stars with a sword.

And at this moment, Yang Han's sea of qi is only three zhang in size, and there are layers of thick white mist floating in it, which contains amazing power, this is the strength of the qi.

In the middle of the sea of qi, in the place where the endless mist was shrouded, a seven-story stone tower suddenly appeared, this stone tower was simple and unpretentious, and a terrifying Xuanhuang gas was stirred up around the body, rolling and sinking in the vacuum, exuding immortal divinity, and the atmosphere was amazing.

"Xuanhuang Tower? How could this tower appear in its own sea of qi? ”

Yang Han was blindfolded.

In his previous life, when he was escorting this Xuanhuang Pagoda back to China, he encountered a powerful attack and killed him, and finally died heroically, but what he didn't expect was that even the Xuanhuang Pagoda came with him.

What is the origin of this tower, Yang Han does not know, only knows that it is a mysterious antiquity.

"Boom."

The Xuanhuang Pagoda trembled slightly, and the wisps of Xuanhuang Mother Qi that swirled on it emanated one by one, and then rushed into all parts of Yang Han's body through the sea of qi.

This Xuanhuang Mother Qi has extraordinary power, as soon as it enters the body, it is like a majestic rain and dew swaying, penetrating into all parts of the body, nourishing every inch of cells, Yang Han's scarred body is actually healing at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

An hour later, Yang Han's whole body trembled, and the injuries in his body had actually healed seventy percent. Comparable to a panacea, this is definitely a divine object that is enough to make the Supreme Sect Master's eyes red.

At this time, the energy of his whole body flowed violently, rushing in the meridians, making a hula sound like a big river, which shook people's eardrums.

"Boom."

A terrifying force shook out of Yang Han's body, and the air was surging.

"Mid-term gathering."

"Late Gathering Stage"

Yang Han's cultivation was nourished by Xuanhuang's maternal qi, and he rose two levels in a row from the early stage of qi gathering and entered the later stage, which was too fast.

The levels of cultivators are divided into: gathering qi, building a foundation, rebirth, divine hiding, and entering the void.

Of course, I heard that there is a more powerful realm after entering the virtual realm, but Yang Han has not seen it at present, and he can't encounter that kind of existence at all.

Since the disappearance of his parents, Yang Han's cultivation has been stuck in the early stage of gathering qi, for more than a year, without the slightest progress, and then he was instilled with the title of waste, but now he has been promoted two levels in a row, brave and diligent, see who else dares to humiliate him like this in the future?

If anyone dares to laugh at him again, to bully him, to mock him.

Slash it with a sword.

Kill him and get his head rolling.

Fight for it.

Fight your way out of a world of your own.

Yang Han's eyes were resolute, and as soon as his strength was running, he exploded one after another, broke free of the white cloth on his body, and jumped off the bed.

Picked up the blood-streaked sword next to him and rubbed it gently: "The most important thing now is to quickly improve your strength, so that in the elders' meeting in three days, you can fight for a glimmer of life." ”

After finishing speaking, he put away the sword, put on the silver robe of the Sword Yuan Gate, and went out quickly.

……

Jianyuan Gate, Broken Sword Peak.

Yang Han stood on the top of the mountain and practiced his sword.

Wisps of wind blew from all directions, like a small sword slashing at a person's body, and the skin was about to crack.

This Broken Sword Peak is a natural danger, steep on all sides, smooth as a mirror, and a broken sword stands on the vast earth, straight into the sky, towering into the sky.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, where you look, it is all a vast sea of clouds, magnificent, magnificent, rolling and sinking, like Tiandu Peak, fascinating, shocking the heart.

Yang Han held the blood pattern in his hand, stood on top of the lonely peak, looked at the sea of clouds rolling under his feet, his hair was flying, and a sky-high pride surged in his heart.

He began to practice the basic sword technique of the Sword Yuan Gate, "One Yuan Sword Technique". ”

"One Yuan Sword Technique." There are a total of seven formulas, each of which is divided into seven variations, adding up to seven seven and forty-nine variations.

"In the first form, the heart flows with the water."

"The second type, the alpine pillar."

"The third style, the sword is wonderful."

The blood-patterned long sword flew up and down in Yang Han's hand, and the sword pressure spread out layer by layer, and as soon as it flipped and strangled, a variety of changes came out together, immediately forming a dense sword net, and the cold mangs of the forest exploded from it, shattering this side of the space.

Yang Han completely entered the state of enlightenment at this moment, his mind flowed with the swing of the sword, and the whole person was sometimes sharp, sometimes the wisdom bead was in his hand, sometimes he was ruthless and old-fashioned, and sometimes he was happy to take revenge.

People move with the sword, the sword moves with the heart, and the heart moves with the mind.

The first change is enlightenment.

The seventh change is enlightenment.

The fourteenth change, enlightenment.

The twenty-first change, enlightenment.

Soon, Yang Han completely understood the first three styles of the one-yuan sword technique, a total of twenty-one sword trick changes, and the use of this sword technique was even more perfect, and the qualification to practice the sword was excellent, and he was a genius.

After every move and every style is cast, the sword flowers roll, the sword light and sword shadow, and the cold light explodes, and the power and lethality are several times stronger than before.

An hour later, Yang Han put away his sword and breathed.

Although he understood the first three forms, he still frowned at the moment, because of the fourth form, he couldn't understand it, and his understanding of the sword technique fell into a bottleneck.

For others, if they can comprehend the first three forms of the One-Yuan Sword Technique in an hour, and comprehend more than twenty-one changes, they will definitely jump up with joy, because those who have this kind of cultivation speed belong to the genius of the sword.

But Yang Han couldn't be happy, three days later, the elder group was going to sanction him, if he didn't have enough strength, then he could really only be abolished and thrown to the Sword Mountain, life was better than death.

He wanted to fully comprehend the entire seven forms and forty-nine variations in the shortest possible time.

"What should I do?"

Yang Han was suddenly confused.

"Boom."

At this moment, the Xuanhuang Pagoda in his sea of qi trembled lightly again.

Yang Han's eyes were dark, and this time he actually entered the interior of the tower, being on the first floor.

The first layer of this Xuanhuang Pagoda is made of quaint boulders, and there are even cracks on it.

The whole space is extremely vast, except for a closed gate in the innermost part, there is only a stone platform standing in the center.

The surface of this stone platform is covered with complex textures, as if the veins of the Dao are crisscrossing each other, releasing mysterious qi engines.

"Buzz." At this moment, the stone platform suddenly trembled slightly, and the wisps of veins covering it lit up, flowing with a little bit of crystal divinity.

"Boom."

A vague figure suddenly formed above the stone platform, although this figure was blurred, but it was holding a divine sword, and it exuded an invincible momentum, wanting to conquer the eight desolations and ten lands.

"Huh."

The figure moved, and began to use the sword technique, every move and every style, it was extremely powerful, flowing and flowing, ethereal and agile, and countless sword changes burst out continuously in his hands.

One move after another, terrifying.

"This, this is a one-yuan sword technique? Cultivating to the Great Perfection of the One-Yuan Sword Duel? ”

Yang Han's eyes almost bulged when he saw this, this Xuanhuang Pagoda is too perverted, right? It was able to present the sword technique of the Great Perfection, and all the forty-nine changes in it were complete.

After a long time, this figure put away his sword and stood motionless in mid-air, and the whole person became more and more ethereal.

"Why don't you practice? I haven't quite seen it yet. ”

Yang Han shouted anxiously.

But no matter how much he shouted, the figure just didn't move, and finally, in a hurry, he actually pressed down on the figure with one hand.

"Boom."

The moment he came into contact with this figure, Yang Han felt that the energy in his body was surging towards the figure like the Yangtze River lacking an embankment.

Soon, the vague figure began to light up from his feet, and as Yang Han's energy poured in more and more, the bright light gradually spread throughout his body.

Finally "bang. With a bang, the figure exploded violently, turning into a torrent of words that crossed the sky and poured into the depths of Yang Han's mind.

Yang Han was startled at first, but then he showed a look of ecstasy, because this torrent of words was actually a cultivation comprehension, a cultivation comprehension of the Great Perfection of the One-Yuan Sword Technique.

"It's against the sky, Xuanhuang Pagoda is really going against the sky."

Yang Han was ecstatic, withdrew from the tower in an instant, returned to his physical body with his spiritual will, and then continued to practice his sword.

This time, Yang Han had a huge amount of cultivation experience in his mind, and it was all the changes in the one-yuan sword technique, and he was able to cultivate smoothly, as long as he was constantly familiar with the sword technique according to that experience, he would be able to improve steadily.

"Whoa."

The sword light is released, and on the Broken Sword Peak, there is a sweaty and future sword supreme, and one after another afterimages appear on the lonely peak, and each afterimage is performing a change, which is a rhythm to be fully understood.

Twenty-eight changes, understanding.

Thirty-five changes, understanding.

Forty-two variations. Enlightenment.

Forty-nine variations. Enlightenment

One Yuan Sword Technique.

Dzogchen.

"Boom."

A sky-high sword intent shot out from Yang Han's body, like a towering pillar, towering into the high sky, brilliant as the sun, and magnificent.

In just a few hours, Yang Han cultivated the One-Yuan Sword Technique to the Great Perfection and comprehended the sword intent, what kind of talent is this?

It can be called a peerless demon.

"Bang."

Yang Han took out a gourd from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and a fragrant smell of wine wafted from it, and then drank it in a big gulp, and his whole body stirred up a world-beating pride.

This kind of wine is not psychedelic wine, but a wine that is really refined with healing herbs, so Yang Han drank it unscrupulously, and his whole body was filled with a free and easy temperament.

Then with a red face stood the blood-patterned sword, looking up at the endless sea of clouds.

"Those who are enlightened, life and death depend on each other, and fortune and misfortune are accompanied."

"Seekers die day and night, accompanied by chance."

The road to the sword is bumpy, the demons are followed, the evil spirits are entangled, the ghosts and ghosts, the ghosts and snakes, all kinds of evil ghosts, villains, conspiracies, poisonous schemes, and many more.

If you want to clear this dark place, you must have enough strength, as long as you have enough strength, any conspiracy and tricks, it is a clown.

I only need to have a sword to kill him for a while.

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