There are the names of all the Qingyun Sect's sword cultivators on the strange stones, and each name contains their sword intent during their lifetime. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

They have a unique perception of "Haoran Decision", and what Xia Mohan needs to do is to feel the sword intent of his predecessors in front of the strange stone.

She'd been in front of the Stone before, but this time it was different.

Li Xiao took her to solemnly worship her ancestors, and after she respectfully burned incense, she knelt on one side, and the ink sword was flat on her knees.

The pale cyan smoke rose like a tiny dragon winding along the strange stone, and the misty mist made the names on the strange stone blurred.

The green smoke drifted, the incense burned, the lives that disappeared in the streamer, the years that flowed for thousands of years were traced back at this moment, sending the people of the past and their swords to the present.

The predecessors and present people of the Qingyun Sect seemed to be in the same heaven and earth at this moment.

Xia Mohan felt that she was in an empty field, with green grass under her feet and the gentle sound of the wind in her ears.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, the moon is as cold as water, and the field is even more empty and lonely.

However, Xia Mohan held the ink sword in his hand, and he was not alone.

One after another sword cultivators appeared in front of her, either smiling lightly, or signaling with their jaws, and after each greeting, it was a shocking sword.

One man, one sword,

One sword, one intent.

Xia Mohan didn't flinch.

The posture is fluttering, as if she is facing thousands of bamboo swords in the bamboo forest, shuttling in the sword intent.

The power of the swordsmanship became stronger and stronger, and Xia Mohan raised his sword to face him.

The seniors only made one sword, so she only made one sword.

That sword, from the beginning of the horizontal chest, to the precision of the wrist force, the arc of the sword, the direction of the stab, and finally, the sword momentum has begun to take shape.

One senior after another appeared, and one senior after another left, and they all left saying, "Who is coming?" ”

Xia Mohan kept taking out her swords, and she didn't know how many swords she had made.

The ink sword made a pleasant sound, and in battle after battle, it seemed that the sword soul had been revived, and it had a stronger sword intent.

Xia Mohan was united with it, his spirit was connected, and at this time, he was also like a sharp sword that bravely moved forward to overcome thorns and thorns, and his fighting spirit was fierce and untiring.

The more she fights, the more courageous she gets, the stronger she gets.

Next, who else?

Another person appeared.

This person's figure was blurred, he didn't make any movement after he appeared, and directly slashed out with a sword, Xia Mohan still used his sword momentum to block, but after the sword was released, she found that the other party's sword light was not a sword.

Do you retract your sword or rise to the challenge?

"Haoran Jue" can be retracted and released freely, even if it is retracted instantly, it will not damage itself.

However, Xia Mohan did not dodge, she urged the aura to the extreme, and the ink sword slashed horizontally, and the power of a sword broke thousands of sword shadows.

After the figure sword light was defeated, he didn't say "who is coming" like everyone else, but laughed loudly, looked at Xia Mohan and said word by word: "Haoran Jue has finally produced a talent that can be created!" ”

Subsequently, the person disappeared, and the figure that reappeared after that was no longer abnormal, still one person and one sword.

Xia Mohan was puzzled, she memorized all the people who appeared in her heart, and when she withdrew from the illusion, she counted the number of people on the strange stone one by one, only to find that there was a person with a particularly vague name on the strange stone, who was different.

Everyone else has sword intent left in their names, so they all say the same thing, so if this person can say different things, does it mean that he still has his own consciousness?

So, who is he?

Is he still alive?

Uncle Li Xiao was not there, Xia Mohan asked a circle of people, but no one knew the answer.

After the cultivation of the strange stone, she began to go to the bottom of the Sword Lake, which was very simple, as long as she held the ink sword and soaked at the bottom of the lake.

She was meditating at the bottom of the lake with the ink sword, and it didn't take long for her to suddenly feel something strange.

The ink sword in his arms trembled, and the tip of the sword was red like a tongue of fire swimming in the body of the sword, and the speed was getting faster and faster, as if he was crazy.

Xia Mohan couldn't hold the ink sword in his arms.

The ink sword kept buzzing, and when she broke free from her embrace, she also cut her hand, it stands to reason that she has long been one with the ink sword, and the ink sword will not hurt her at all, and now it is so abnormal, which makes Xia Mohan extremely vigilant in his heart.

She saw the ink sword crashing towards the center of the bottom of the lake, and faintly saw that there was a layer of barrier in the center of the bottom of the lake, and with the impact of the ink sword, the water waves began to ripple layer by layer, causing the flying sword at the bottom of the pool to buzz, and many flying swords inserted in the bottom of the water began to suspend in the water, and began to change formations on her side.

The murderous aura rose in an instant.

I wipe, the ink sword activated the sword array at the bottom of the lake?

The flying swords in the lake are all erected around, these swords are broadswords, long and wide, standing upright in the water and surrounding, giving people the feeling of a monk floating in the water, which really makes people's hearts palpitate.

Xia Mohan thought that under the strange stone before, she also saw the ancestors first and then comprehended the sword intent, and at this time, she subconsciously felt that the bottom of the lake should also be such a test, these flying swords may have a sword intent and sword soul, and she also needs to have a good understanding.

As soon as he thought of this, Xia Mohan stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the ink sword.

She gently stroked the hilt of the sword and soothed it in a deep voice, hoping that it would not be affected by the large number of sword souls and sword intent around it, and that it would recover quickly.

Her voice was ethereal and quiet, she could feel the violent aura in the ink sword, and at this time, she whispered softly, and the aura slowly injected into the sword body, and finally let the red light in the ink sword slowly fade a little, leaving behind the red shadow snaking on the pitch-black ink sword, looking like some kind of beast shape.

Xia Mohan stood in the water with his sword in his hand, holding his breath and concentrating, looking around at the sword formation.

These flying swords in the lake showed no signs of attacking, but they shook in unison, causing the water in the center of the lake to surge, and it was not as calm as before.

Xia Mohan held the ink sword and sat down again, and the surrounding flying swords were brushed into the silt at the bottom of the lake again, as if to warn Xia Mohan and the ink sword, the center of the lake bottom should not be moved.

She had also been to the bottom of the lake before, mainly because she was curious about the flying sword in the lake, and there was no change at that time, so why was it abnormal when she was close to the center this time?

She calmed down and felt the sword intent again, and this time, Xia Mohan had just calmed down when she felt a huge killing intent rushing towards her.

Xia Mohan seems to be on an ancient battlefield, the loess has buried a lot of white bones, the years have eroded the blades of the gods, only resentment and killing intent have accumulated over time, turning this battlefield into a hell on earth, terrifying, gloomy, lonely, and desolate.

A roar came into her ears, shocking Xia Mohan's soul in pain, she gritted her teeth to resist, but saw that the ink sword in her arms let out a long roar at the same time, and the flying sword flew forward uncontrollably, and plunged heavily into a corpse that was blown off the dirt by the wind and was faintly exposed.

Countless flying swords rose from the ground and hit Xia Mohan directly.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the ink sword flew back into her hand, one sword per person, blocking ten thousand murderous swords.

…

Those swords seemed to have no end, Xia Mohan's movements became slower and slower, and the movement of swinging swords became slower and slower, she cut off countless swords, but more swords continued to fly over.

Her movements were getting slower and slower, and there were more and more wounds on her body.

The blood is in full bloom, staining the bottom of the lake red...

In fact, soaking in the Sword Lake is the safest way to perceive, just meditate and concentrate, the test is the monk's willpower, and in the face of the powerful killing intent, he can also maintain a stable state of mind, and in the face of powerful enemies in the future, he can not be surprised.

The heart is heroic, fearless,

Therefore, the monks who are guarding the island in the middle of the lake are very relieved, there are formations here, and they don't need to pay much attention to them in normal times.

At this time, the lake was calm and calm, just like a mirror, there was no abnormality, or Nangong Yu, who came to Xia Mohan to learn from him, found that it was wrong, he was practicing swords by the lake and waiting for Xia Mohan to get out, and the peach blossom fox bit his trouser leg and dragged him down the lake, and he smelled a trace of blood in the fog closest to the lake.

Nangong Yu plunged into the lake without hesitation, closing his eyes at the bottom of the lake, covered in blood, as if Xia Mohan, who was in a daze, raised the surface of the lake.

The movement he made was very loud, and it alarmed all the people in the Sword Tower.

Since Nangong Yu and Xia Mohan have been married, they have become Jindan, which has caused a sensation in the door. There were many peak monks in the late stage of foundation building, and everyone lined up to learn from Xia Mohan in order to improve their cultivation.

However, the monks have to cultivate separately, and the time is also limited, and after the selection of the sect, only a few outstanding kendo disciples can enter the island in the middle of the lake.

Although he was beaten by Xia Mohan every day, his cultivation was really improving, painful and happy, but he also formed a revolutionary friendship.

When everyone saw the bloody Xia Mohan, they were all startled, but they were even more worried.

"What's wrong with Senior Sister Xia? She's so powerful, who hurt her? ”

"Oh my God, she's still getting a sword wound!"

"The injuries she suffered in the illusion, I thought it was real, there will be real injuries on her body, and she must be woken up!" Panqiu Zhenren was on the island, checked it and said in a deep voice.

In the illusion, the only one who can hurt her is herself, she feels that she is injured and bleeding, and thinks that the illusion is real, then she will be injured and bleeding, or even die!

"Isn't it just a lake, how can this be?" Nangong Yu frowned.

"You can't wake up if you call directly, I don't know what she's going through, you use your sword," Pan Qiu Zhenren's expression was solemn: "This is a killing intent, a few of you, go and set up a formation and cast the Qingyun Sword Formation of the Sect." ”

The Qingyun Sword Technique is the basic sword technique of the Qingyun Sect, and the Qingyun Sword Formation is an entry sword formation, which is something that every sword disciple is engraved in his bones.

Nangong Yu, Xu Che, Wu Dong, and Qi Sheng quickly gathered together, the sword array was arranged, the flying sword was unsheathed, and the aura on the body changed instantly.

There were extremely significant changes in each of them, and these changes were condensed so that even the falling light shone brightly.

"The clouds are in the sky!"

The sword body buzzed, and one after another sword lights rose to the sky, and then gathered together, stabbing at Xia Mohan, and then when he was about to slash Xia Mohan, Pan Qiu Zhenren shouted: "Collect!"

Everyone gathered their swords, but the sword intent was strong and upright.

…

On the ancient battlefield full of murderous intent, Xia Mohan was already tired and couldn't move, she could only mechanically wave the sword in her hand, in this gloomy and barren battlefield, only tired of corpses and swords, she couldn't see the end and no hope.

There was only an inexplicable force influencing her, urging her: "Kill, kill, keep killing, enjoy the killing with us!" ”

There is no aura here, if it weren't for the cool qi on the Phoenix Heavenly Jade Pendant supporting her, she would not even be able to hold the sword, but now the intense consumption is far greater than the supply of the Phoenix Heavenly Jade Pendant, she will always be squeezed dry.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and Xia Mohan's vision became more and more blurred, but at this moment, a strong light suddenly came, illuminating this dim ancient battlefield as bright as day.

"The clouds are in the sky!" It was as if she heard countless voices shouting in unison.

The scenery in front of me is distorted, the sun is rising, and where the sun shines, all the dirt is hidden.

Her eyes gradually cleared, and she suddenly realized that what she was in was nothing more than an illusion.

If it is an illusion, it can be broken with a sword.

The scenery changed instantly, but at the last moment, Xia Mohan saw a pair of beast eyes, a blood-red demon beast that couldn't see the original body, its eyes were full of hatred and unwillingness, which made her heart tremble.

Back to reality, the sword wounds on Xia Mohan's body were gone, and there was no trace of blood on her body, but her consciousness was injured, and she still spit out dirty blood.

The fellow disciples still gathered around her, and shouted with all their spiritual energy: "Qingyun into the nine heavens! ”

Even the peach blossom fox, who she didn't bring into the water but was wet, surrounded her, imitated the appearance of a monk, waved her front paws and shouted, "Mmmm ”

The sound over and over again made Xia Mohan's consciousness feel a lot more comfortable, and her head didn't hurt so much, she rubbed her temples, and rested for a while before coming back to her senses, but when she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by people, all looking at her with a worried face.

"I'm fine, thank you Uncle Pan, senior brothers!"

Xia Mohan thanked him sincerely one by one, and went back to the attic room with the sword and the peach blossom fox, the peach blossom fox was still learning to wave his forelimbs, Xia Mohan put the little peach on the side of the pillow, listening to its passionate "hmmmm" sound, only felt particularly calming.

Then, Xia Mohan fell asleep directly with Xiao Tao on his pillow.

Nangong Yu: "..."That, Senior Sister Xia, the cloak you covered is mine...

Panqiu Zhenren: "That, she's tired, let her rest for a while!" ”

Wu Dongqi said: "That little fox has been chattering, can she still sleep?" ”

Qi Sheng: "It's okay if she's fine, okay, okay, let's disperse." ”

Xu Che: "I have no strength, and my voice is hoarse, who has the elixir?" ”

…

Xia Mohan recuperated for a few days, and became vigorous again, and his fellow disciples that day all received the high-grade elixir.

Pan Zhenren's side was given by Shizun in the past, Xia Mohan's father and mother had already gone out to travel far away You and I Nong, Shizun and Uncle were not there that day, fortunately, Pan Zhenren was on the island in the middle of the lake, and Murong Xuan would not be stingy.

On this day, as soon as Xia Mohan walked out of the attic, he ran into Nangong Yu.

"Thank you, senior brother, for saving me that day, and for your cloak!" Xia Mohan smiled and returned the cleaned cloak to Nangong Yu.

As soon as the words of thanks were finished, I heard Nangong Yu say: "Draw the sword." ”

"Oh!"

Xia Mohan's heart moved, and the ink sword flew out, even if she didn't deliberately cultivate, she felt that the sword was stronger now.

What she didn't expect was that a sword that was obviously restrained from cultivating and was more freewheeling actually directly cut off Nangong Yu's flying sword.