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Lu Jing stared at the ancient tablet that recorded the [Bingli Sword Sutra], and understood the mystery of it little by little.

"It's a pity, this ancient monument is broken, resulting in a lot of missing [Bingli Sword Sutra]."

After reading the scriptures of the [Bingli Sword Sutra], Lu Jing sighed regretfully.

In his opinion, this [Bingli Sword Sutra] is no worse than [Kwai Water Divine Thunder], but because of the lack of the second half of the content, the power has been greatly reduced, and now it is only equivalent to a medium-grade Dao technique, which is similar to the [Fire Luan Burning Heaven Technique].

There is no shortage of middle-grade Dao techniques, and if Lu Jing wants to learn it, he may be able to get it through Shizun Zhu Hong's tears, so the incomplete [Bingli Sword Sutra] is of great value to Lu Jing.

Suddenly, Lu Jing remembered that when he first got the ancient stele, his mind had been injured by the sword intent on the ancient stele, and this ancient stele seemed to contain a very powerful sword intent.

Thinking of this, Lu Jing immediately separated a wisp of thought and walked around the ancient monument.

"Boom!"

In an instant, in Lu Jing's mind, he heard the sound of Qingyue's sword, and a sword of ice and snow appeared in his mind, and this sword of ice and snow slashed towards him with a sword, and under the sword, thousands of miles of ice were frozen, and thousands of miles of snow drifted.

"Poof!"

Lu Jing felt a pain in his brain, his face turned pale for a while, and a mouthful of blood spit out, and the blood that spit out turned into ice slag in an instant, and the cold was deep.

"It's such a powerful sword intent, just a wisp of thought, a little contact, there is a boundless chill spreading over."

Although Lu Jing was injured by the sword intent on the ancient tablet, he was not surprised or happy, at this moment, in his eyes, the ancient monument containing the sword intent was worth more than the [Bingli Sword Sutra] itself.

"The sword intent on the ancient monument contains a frozen power, which will freeze the mind, if someone else gets the ancient tablet and wants to comprehend the sword intent above, it may be very troublesome, you must stop for a period of time every time you visit the sword, and wait for the mind to recover before you can continue to comprehend, and once the mind is damaged, it will take a long time to recover, so that the time required to comprehend the sword intent is very long."

"However, I have the Nine-Leaf Dementor Grass, but the idea of repairing the mind is very reassuring."

Lu Jing smiled, the Nine-Leaf Dementor Grass was so useful.

So, he took out a branch of nine-leaf dementor grass, folded a part, put it in his mouth, and began to refine it.

After a few moments, the injured mind returned.

So, he once again put a wisp of thought into the ancient monument.

"Boom!"

It was an extremely cold sword light that slashed over, as if it was going to completely split his soul, Lu Jing's face turned pale, and his mind had a faint white sword mark, and a trace of frozen cold air spread out, as if to turn him into an ice sculpture.

It is a very painful thing to damage the mind, but in this way, the sword intent on the ancient monument is more deeply experienced.

Therefore, while refining the Nine-Leaf Dementor Grass and repairing his mind with the help of medicinal power, Lu Jing seriously experienced the feeling of being injured by the sword intent, and at the same time, he also photographed the sword intent with the [Bingli Sword Sutra].

In this way, progress is rapid.

In this way, Lu Jing continued to comprehend the sword intent and the [Ice Separation Sword Sutra] under the cold ice waterfall.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months have passed, and Lu Jing's mind has been slashed by more than three hundred swords, each time it is extremely painful, and his comprehension of sword intent and [Bingli Sword Sutra] is becoming more and more profound.

His body, at some point, began to diffuse a faint sense of frozenness, but every waterfall that flowed past him would freeze into ice.

The third month.

"It's time."

Lu Jing woke up from his enlightenment, his body jumped, he jumped out of the waterfall in an instant, and then suddenly turned around and slashed out with a sword, and a snow-white light flashed away.

Laugh at!

I saw a cold ice waterfall more than 200 meters wide, which was cut off from the middle in vain and divided into two halves.

In addition, there was a breath of ice freezing that spread from the fracture, and the two waterfalls above and below turned into two huge ice walls in an instant.

The upper and lower ice walls were not connected together, and they fell down from each other.

Boom, the two ice walls hit the base of the waterfall one after another, and the entire cold ice waterfall shook violently, and there was a shocking sound, and countless broken ice splashed out.

"What's going on?"

Many monks were cultivating in the first-order waterfall and the second-order waterfall, and at this moment, they heard a shocking noise coming from above their heads, and they flew out to check the situation, and saw the scene of the fall of the ice walls on both sides, as well as the remnants of the cold sword qi in the void, knowing that this was artificial, they secretly gasped one by one.

"Although I have only comprehended a trace of the sword intent contained in the ancient monument, not even a tenth, but with the help of the sword intent, I have comprehended half of the [Bingli Sword Sutra]."

Lu Jing was very satisfied with the sword he had just made, with the sword just now, he was confident that he would kill a monk of the fifth layer of the Dao in an instant, as for the monk of the sixth layer of the Dao, if he did not use the Bingli Sword, he could be slightly injured, and if he used the Bingli Sword, he could be seriously injured.

"Half a year has passed, the seeding time has arrived, and it's time to go back."

As soon as his thoughts moved, his figure instantly turned into a train and left.

"That was Lu Jing just now?"

After Lu Jing left, a young man with thick eyebrows, from the top of the third-order waterfall, stepped down into the air, looked at Lu Jing's figure from a distance, and said thoughtfully.

And behind the young man with thick eyebrows, there is also a monk with a deep breath.

"Senior Brother Wei, are you also interested in this Lu Jing? I heard that this Lu Jing has been quite famous in recent years. The monk behind the thick-eyebrow youth said.

Wei Dongcheng glanced at the broken ice at the base of the third-order waterfall, and said lightly: "This land scene can freeze the waterfall with one sword, and its strength is really good." However, he is not qualified to be my opponent, I only have four opponents, except for the senior brother Liu Chonghua, there are only Feng Tianchen, Lei Peng, Bai Chuyun, and other inner disciples, I don't care about them. ”

The monk in the rear admired: "In the last Inner Gate Da and Bi, Senior Brother Wei, you were ranked fifth, and Lu Jing, a new disciple, is indeed not qualified to be your opponent." ”

"Hmph, last time I lost to Feng Tianchen, Lei Peng, and Bai Chuyun because my cultivation time was too short, and this time, I want to compete for the top three."

Wei Dongcheng said confidently.

……

As soon as Lu Jing returned to the cave from the cultivation treasure land, a golden flying sword flew towards him.

"The Golden Sword Legend?"

His face was stunned, he copied the palm of his hand, and took the golden sword.

"Assemble at the podium for a seeding competition."

In the golden sword, Elder Shi's voice came.

"Are you going to start?"

Lu Jing's figure moved, and Edgeworth flew towards the lecture platform.

When Lu Jing came to the Dharma platform, there were already more than forty inner disciples gathered here, and all of them had entered the realm of the fifth level or above.

"There are more than eighty inner disciples in the Yin Sha Peak lineage, and now there are forty people here, and there are still forty who have not come, it seems that only the fifth layer of the Dao is eligible to participate in the seed selection competition." Lu Jing thought and landed down.

"Lu Jing!"

As soon as Lu Jing landed, two eyes looked at him with a staggering gaze, but it was Chu Xingyun and Yan Nanfei, only to see that these two people were looking at him with malicious intent.

"Hmph, I don't know who will teach whom!" Lu Jing snorted disdainfully.