"What is a sword?"

In a verdant green forest, on a bright and smooth stone bed, an evil handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was holding a sword, as bright as a sea of stars, and his eyes as pure as the Milky Way were gazing at the sword body affectionately. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword is three feet and one inch long, one finger wide, and the sharp edge of the sword is restrained, and a fierce aura surrounds the sword, hiding the killing intent under the layers!

"In the last life, I was on the planet of science and technology, and entered the era of scientific and technological civilization, the aura of heaven and earth has long been dissipated by the negative impact of science and technology, and I don't need to absorb the aura to advance to the realm, I only need to kill strong enemies and get a rocket-like breakthrough in cultivation points to achieve the legend of the Sword Monarch! Although he was named the Sword King, he still doesn't know what a sword is, which is really ridiculous! The young man muttered, his starry eyes revealing a hint of vicissitudes and self-deprecation.

"And in this world, the aura is so rich, it is a little richer than the cultivation holy land that has been inherited for thousands of years," Xuantian Dark Ink eyes were full of bright brilliance, looking up at the sky, staring at the suffocating characters, and there was a sense of expectation and belief in the future, "In this life, I want to climb to the peak of the sword path and be a real sword powerhouse, I want to become the number one sword cultivator in the starry sky, and let hundreds of millions of supreme powerhouses tremble under my sword!" ”

"Whew!"

And when Xuantian Ming spoke freely, a black shadow the size of a mouse burst out from the hidden forest, and swept towards Xuantian Ming's back like lightning, and where it passed, it seemed that two cold rays had passed.

With a slight movement of his ears, the sword weapon held by Xuan Tianming began to tremble slightly, and the flowing fierce aura seemed to have a tendency to explode.

After reaching the small success of the sword, the sword weapon resonates with himself, not only in terms of spirit and spirit, but also in the event of a sudden crisis, he can be able to warn with a slight shock!

The ink eyes flashed a trace of essence, and the keen soul perception first groped out the trajectory of the sneak attacker, and the white jade palm quickly grasped the hilt of the sword, and then slashed at the black shadow that attacked behind it in a semi-circular arc, locking the layers of killing machines.

"Whew!"

The black shadow pierced the air and made a piercing grinding sound, and when the sword weapon slashed, it changed its trajectory and glided close to the sword body, and a cold glow was like a meteor, shooting towards Xuantian Ming, without doubting the edge of the shattering golden stone.

"Get out!" Xuantian Ming spat out a word, and in an instant, a cold and biting cold air erupted from his body, enveloping Xuantian Ming's body in an instant, and the cold ice mist blocked the figure of the black shadow that attacked and killed, and a thin layer of frost was vaguely visible on the outside of the black shadow.

Since the ring recognizes the owner, he has the ability to protect the lord by himself, and he has more defense methods, which can allow Xuantian to recuperate with peace of mind.

"Die!"

Xuantian Ming took a few steps back, his arm shook at high speed, and dozens of sword shadows flashed with a sword, like a violent storm and rain that suddenly swept away, pouring on the black shadows that were all within reach.

The strange thing is that the petite black shadow that has been blocked off from the escape space actually dodges among the sword shadows of the storm, like a flat boat in the monstrous waves, and there is a risk of capsizing at any time.

The pitch-black ink eyes locked on the black shadow, the restrained edge spread out in all directions, the fierce aura was raised to a new level, the killing intent was revealed, and the whole sword was like a murder weapon in the mixed fusion!

"Whew!"

A sword retracted its chest, a rich killing intent lingered around the sword body, like a light red veil, and like a thin stream of water, its sword tip condensed half an inch long substantive killing intent, and the deep ink eyes reflected the petite mouse that was stagnant in the air, the spirit was locked to death, and a sword stabbed out, like a long rainbow through the sun, and the trajectory passed, leaving a line of red light!

"Whew!"

Sword into streamer, chasing the stars and catching the moon!

"Squeak!"

The mouse-like black shadow squeaked, and after forcibly breaking through the spiritual suppression of Xuantian Ming, it was in a trance, with a trace of confusion in its eyes, and then, a red light was reflected in the pupils of its eyes, which made it instinctively have a great sense of crisis, and its body tilted slightly in mid-air, making it avoid most of the dangers.

"Bang!"

The lightsaber pierced the black shadow's shoulder deeply, pierced out, and the strength of the transmission forcibly lifted the mouse away, bringing up emerald green blood, splashing in all directions, and the mouse flew several feet, fell heavily to the ground, and splashed a burst of mud and sand.

"A sword, two edges and one tip can cut the enemy!" Xuan Tianming exhaled and withdrew the sword, the sword body still showed a sharp edge, and the murderous aura stayed, "The sword, born for killing, is a weapon of killing!" ”

There seemed to be a clear understanding, and his perception of the sword went to a higher level, Xuantian Ming slowly closed his eyes and fell into an epiphany again.

Wisps of ice qi diffused from the ring, forming ice mist to surround Xuantian Ming, protecting the Lord by itself, so that Xuantian Ming could comprehend with confidence.

The invisible breeze passes through the forest, the fallen leaves dance with the wind, and the breeze blows the shoulder-length hair of the handsome young man, which is extremely elegant, like a saint in the next world, and feels nature.

"Since the sword is a killing weapon, the main killing, then the sword art is the art of killing." Xuan Tianming closed his eyes and muttered to himself, surrounded by the murderous aura he had accumulated, which was terrifying, and the whole person looked like a killing god.

Gradually, the murderous aura became more and more intense, even the murderous aura accumulated by Xuantian Ming in this life to kill strong enemies had never been so strong.

The rich murderous aura was like a light yarn at first, mixed with the silver-blue ice mist, with a shuddering and amazing beauty, an hour later, the murderous aura was viscous as a mist, and the silver-blue ice mist appeared so weak, and then blended with the mist, and the radius was full of monstrous blood mist, and it also had a silver-blue color, and the creatures within the range were immediately frozen with a layer of frost as soon as they came into contact with the murderous aura like a mist, followed by withering and trembling, and the life essence in the body was rapidly lost, and part of it was absorbed by the murderous qi, and the murderous qi was strengthened, and the rest was transported to the Xuantian Netherworld and absorbed independently.

"Squeak!"

Even the seriously injured rat could not escape its fate, let out a roar of fear, and then, suffocated to death by the murderous aura that came after him, the majestic life breath circulating at high speed in his body quickly weakened, the essence of life was absorbed, and the mouse soon withered, and finally only a layer of dry fur and bones that were shattered at the touch of a single touch remained.

Xuantian Ming, shrouded in murderous blood mist, was unconscious, like a demon god who was intolerable to heaven and earth, with murderous aura lingering, and the sea of blood was monstrous, soaring into the sky.

Xuantian was immersed in his own enlightenment, and wisps of enlightenment came straight to his mind, until he lost his ordinary, pursed his thin red lips, and said to himself:

"The sword is sharp, killing, closer to the essence of the sword."

"Every sword cultivator has his own sword path, or sharp, or heavy, or feminine, or wide opening and closing, or light killing, and my sword is the sword of killing, and my sword should be the way of killing the sword!"

"Kill, kill, kill! The sword breaks through the sky! Straight to the top! My sword is sharp, no one can stop it! ”

"That's ......"

"My kendo!"

As soon as the words fell, Xuantian Ming suddenly opened his ink eyes, and a trace of sword light flashed in his pure pupils.

That kind of short-term enlightenment is intoxicating, although it has not been promoted to the sword master, but it has consolidated and deepened the sword realm that has just entered the body sword Xiaocheng, and the most important thing is to find the future sword path by yourself, and when you step into the heart sword and condense the sword heart, you have a clear direction and goal.

His thoughts returned to reality, and his calm face was a little surprised.

Around him, the blood mist condensed by the murderous aura shrouded the three zhang range, and he could clearly see the things in front of him in this hazy blood mist, and even the murderous aura could be controlled as he wanted.

Incredible!

Where did he come from so much murderous aura, the murderous aura accumulated in this life could not even condense a small cloud of blood mist, let alone the blood mist that shrouded the three-zhang range.

Don't......

Is it accompanied by the murderous aura of killing a strong enemy in the previous life?

Xuantian pursed his thin lips lightly, and his deep ink eyes flashed with brilliance, as if he was thinking about something.

In the previous life, due to the weakness and scarcity of aura, he rarely absorbed aura to cultivate, mainly killing strong enemies to obtain the cultivation points given by the character template, and his cultivation was soaring upwards in the realm, and those who didn't know thought he was a martial arts genius.

has been cultivating to the innate realm, it is conceivable that under his sword, I don't know how many strong creatures have been buried, which has also caused Xuantian Ming to become the killing god of the martial arts world, and under the title of Sword Monarch, it represents disaster and killing.

"It's good to have so much murderous energy, but there are advantages and disadvantages. Murderous energy can amplify my attacks, assist me in cultivating the killing sword way, and comprehend the killing sword intent as soon as possible, but if my mind is unstable, I am accidentally destroyed by the murderous energy, control my consciousness, immerse myself in the killing intent, and finally go mad, or only become a killing machine, this is not good. "Xuantian said darkly, calm his mind, and restrain his murderous spirit.

The murderous aura within the three zhang seemed to find the light lamp in the darkness and converged towards the Xuantian Underworld.

This murderous aura was restrained by Xuantian Ming in less than half a minute, like a part of Xuantian Ming's body, at least it seems like this now.

The palm of his hand stroked his forehead, and his spirit was slightly in a trance.

Forcibly restraining with mental power, it really took a lot of effort, but fortunately, these strong murderous aura can't refute me now, and you should use murderous aura carefully in the future.

"Hiss......"

After reining in the murderous aura, Xuantian Ming held the sword and looked around, unable to help but be shocked by the lethality generated by the murderous aura itself.

I saw that within the surrounding three zhang range, not a single grass grows, and the originally dense trees have turned into dead wood, and the creatures that live here are so dead that they can no longer die, and the flesh and blood are shriveled, leaving only crumbs, fur and bones.

The murderous aura accumulated in this previous life is really domineering!

"I didn't expect the Epiphany Sword Realm to completely activate the murderous aura of the previous life, and it is a good thing that the lethality is strong, but in order not to be counterattacked, we have to strengthen our vigilance!"

"If you add the increase in murderous aura, the powerhouses of the Condensation Realm will also suffer!"

Aiming in the previous direction, he raised his sword and fled away, disappearing into the dense forest in an instant......

……

"Hiss......"

A small snake as long as a tree stump spitting snake letters, came ashore from the pool, its venomous triangular eyes trembled, and a figure was reflected in its eyes.

Mankind!

It's human!

Since I was a child, I heard my family say that the flesh and blood of human monks is a great tonic, and after swallowing it, it can quickly speed up the progress of cultivation, and when I see a human today, it is still a human who seems to be in no danger, and God helps the snake!

And in front of this poisonous snake, a young man in tattered clothes leaned against a stout tree and took a nap, with three swords beside him, and strangely, one of them was actually a bamboo sword, which looked flexible and fragile, and was easy to break.

"Hiss......"

The poisonous snake was a little excited, and couldn't wait for a sneak attack, and pounced straight up in the open, like a sharp sword from the string, bursting out, and swept straight past five zhang away from each other, and under the dim light emitted by the characters in the sky, several fangs filled with poison reflected the cold light, cold and cold, and the breath of death quietly descended on the young man.

"It's noisy, annoying!"

complained, didn't look at it, lazily picked up the bamboo sword, and stabbed a sword at will.

"Whew!"

The emerald green bamboo sword burst into vitality, and immediately turned into a streamer, out of control, and shot out, like a meteor under the night sky, eye-catching, and extremely brilliant!

"Bang!"

In front of the streamer, the poisonous snake knew that he was small, the emerald green streamer instantly submerged into the vital place of seven inches, and the whole body was lifted away by the power of the transmission, and was immediately taken up by the bamboo sword, and was nailed to the trees behind him by the bamboo sword, and the majestic vitality in the body continued to bleed with the seven inches, and it was rapidly lost.

The surface of the trees trembled slightly, and the fallen leaves fluttered and fell, as if telling a life that was dying!

"Why hasn't my little brother come yet, then I'm not going to stay here for another day!" The young man muttered to himself, and even the poisonous snake did not attract his attention in the slightest, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

This young man was the Mo Yu who entered the secret realm of the Blood Domain with Xuantian Ming, but the two of them were chased and killed by a peak demon beast of the Condensation Realm that had no intention of foraging for food on the first day, and the two soldiers finally escaped in two ways, as for the agreed meeting place is by this waterhole.

His ears moved slightly, and a light footstep gradually approached, until a white shadow appeared not far away, revealing his face, Mo Yu let down his guard, and even he didn't know why he was so relieved of each other after only one day with Xuan Tianming.

Xuantian Ming stepped forward, his face still indifferent, as if someone owed him millions of taels of gold.

"Next!"

Mo Yu picked up a sword, like a piece of garbage, and threw it to Xuantian Ming at will.

A slight cold light flashed, Xuan Tianming stretched out his hand to take the sword, he felt his left hand sink, and when he looked at it, he saw a long sword placed in the palm of his hand, about three feet and two inches, the scabbard was simple, and the appearance was ordinary, with only a few blue lines extended.

Recite!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the crisp sword roared in the sky.

In the eyes, the sword body is blue, there are a few cloud inscriptions, such as flowing clouds, the hilt of the sword is shiny, and the palm of the sword feels cool.

Zheng!

Xuantian Ming snapped his fingers and shook the sword, and suddenly a clear sword groan came out, and the cloud patterns trembled, like ripples, like a brilliant light.

"Good sword!" Xuantian Ming exclaimed. The materials used to cast this sword alone are very precious, and at least it has gone through thousands of tempers to cast such a loud and crisp sword sound, and the combat power that this sword brings to Xuantian Ming can be increased by at least two percent, and the increase of two percent is enough to go all out, and it is not difficult to break through the ten-fold defense of the refining body head-on!

After inspecting the sword, his puzzled eyes turned to the black jade on the opposite side.

"I strayed into a deep cave in the escape, where there is a relic left by a fallen Refining Gang Realm powerhouse, this sword is called Heavenly Strike, a high-grade spiritual treasure on the upper ranks, and the increase is one percent of the sword speed, and the rest of the functions will not be opened until you are promoted to the Qi Condensation Realm." Mo Yu explained, leaned over with a face, and said flatteringly, "Little brother, for the sake of the eldest brother, I will give you a good sword, how about teaching me to kill people with my eyes?" This is the first choice of the yin person to pick up the girl! ”

"Take your sword, get out!"

Xuantian Ming smashed his sword at Mo Yu, coldly spitting out the numbers.

"Alas...... It's hard to be a big brother. Mo Yu looked up to the sky and sighed, looking melancholy.

"......" Xuantian Ming.