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Wei Ci held the heavy sword in his hand, constantly waving it, and his body and mind merged with the heavy sword in his hand, as if between heaven and earth, there was only one person and one sword.

The sound of rushing water, the roar of thunder, the occasional crisp birdsong......

It's as if they've all disappeared, and there's silence!

Suddenly, Wei Ci Lingtai was clear, and his heart was shocked.

Full of heart is the sword in the hand......

In a trance, she suddenly opened up, and the layer of tissue paper that had always blocked her was gently pierced, and a new world appeared in front of her eyes.

It was as if a door had burst open.

At this moment, the glory in her hand is not an uncontrollable heavy sword, but one of her hands, controlled by her!

The sword moves as you like!

The black and shiny tip of the sword, like an ink-colored brush, outlines the lines of Miaoman......

Wei Ci's body is ethereal at the moment, and the sword shadow is fluttering!

With a flip of her hand, Glory held a beautiful sword flower in her hand, and then the tip of the sword stood with the tip of the sword facing down.

Wei Ci exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his eyes were shining.

I looked at the potholed grass, put the glory into the dantian, pulled the hairband that tied my hair, and then jumped into the waterhole with my clothes, lying on my back on the water, looking at the blue and white sky.

Surrounded by green mountains and rippling green water.

Wei Ci's black hair was scattered, and his white robe was unfolded, like a white flower in the water...... "Ah...... It's so cool! ”

After practicing, you can soak in cold water, which is really comfortable.

Ever since she had swung a hundred swords, Wei Ci had noticed that her glory seemed to have become lighter, and at that moment she somewhat understood why Xiaoyao Immortal Venerable had let her swing a hundred swords.

The sword has a spirit, and the Lord is chosen to dwell......

Thinking of this, Wei Ci couldn't help but chuckle.

Glory......

In the end, it's not good to take!

If you don't have the strength, how can you deserve to be glorious?!

Fortunately, her ten days of hard work were not in vain, and she was finally able to barely control it.

In the past ten days, Wei Ci has been staying by the waterfall, practicing swords during the day, adapting to glory, sitting on the ground at night, practicing against the moon, and never leaving his heavy sword.

However, the cultivation of the Netherworld Jasper Fire is still stuck, and there is no progress these days.

Now, you can start cultivating the Burial Immortal Sword Duel.

However, as far as she knew, there were only five days left before the start of the small meeting.

Although Wei Ci's kendo talent is good, the Burial Immortal Sword Decisive is not comparable to ordinary Sword Dueling, and in five days, I am afraid that I can't even get started, let alone use one and a half moves.

At the thought of this, Wei Ci had a headache.

I can't ...... any moves.

......

After thinking about it, Wei Ci decided to consult his own master.

Wei Ci went ashore to dry his clothes with spiritual power, took out a messenger from the storage bag, and wrote in the messenger:

"Is the master there? The disciple asked about something. Now I am lucky enough to be able to resist the sword, and I still want to cultivate a sword duel, and this sword duel is difficult! It's hard to get into the road in five days, and the small meeting is approaching, why? ”

After writing, Wei Ci made a few decisions, and the messenger disappeared into a wisp of green smoke.

After a while, a purple smoke appeared in front of Wei Ci and slowly turned into a few words.

"You can go to the Scripture Pavilion and get a sword duel, this is a token."

The words fused together to form an earthy yellow token, and the word 'Jing' was engraved in the middle.

Xiaoyao Immortal Venerable meant to let her go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and find a sword to cultivate.

It's not a bad idea.

Let's go to the Scripture Pavilion and have a look.

After making up his mind, Wei Ci grabbed the steamed bun standing on the tree to eat, cast a glimpse of it, and left.

Half an hour later, she came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the main peak and asked the Dao Peak.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is built on the right side of this Asking Dao Peak, there are nine layers, each layer corresponds to the practice cheats of different cultivations, as well as some of the cultivation realm's nonsense and miscellaneous books, secrets, etc., the appearance is extremely simple, and the color is also very simple, but around it is a huge ancient formation and prohibition, even the power of the god can not break the prohibition, without the corresponding token can not enter.

When Wei Ci came, he didn't see many people, after all, he needed to contribute points and spirit stones to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to burn the cheats of the exercises.

Almost all of the people who came in and out were some inner disciples or true disciples, and of course, there were some peak lords, elders, deacons, and so on.

There is only a mysterious elder guarding the entire Scripture Pavilion and a deacon who is responsible for burning jade slips.

Wei Ci saw a disciple hand a sign similar to the token in her hand to an old man, and the old man let him in.

The old man looked drowsy, but the clarity that flashed in his eyes from time to time made people dare not peep.

I guess the deacon in charge of the burning.

Wei Ci thought.

Wei Ci stepped forward and handed the sign to the old man, and said, "Seniors, juniors want to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look." ”

The old man glanced at the token and motioned for Wei Ci to enter.

As soon as Wei Ci entered, the door was closed.

The door closed, blocking out all light coming in from outside.

There was darkness in front of me......

After a few seconds, the relief on the dome of the Scripture Pavilion turned into a Milky Way in an instant, the stardust hung upside down, and the bright and soft light covered the entire Scripture Pavilion.

Wei Ci didn't know which floor she was entering, so she tilted her head and walked from this end of the Scripture Pavilion to the other end, stopping when she was interested, and when she came to the end, she had already found two more suitable swordsmanship for her, namely the Dancing Sky Sword Technique and the Sky Breaking Slash.

There are nineteen styles of dancing swordsmanship, the moves can be attacked and defended, the momentum is magnificent, the footwork is subtle, and the use of floating light can make her speed to the next level, but she uses a heavy sword, and it is more suitable to break through the air.

There is only one move to break the air, which is a special secret skill, which can compress the air into a sword, and the sword momentum is stacked on top of each other, the denser the air compression, the greater the power, which is suitable for people who use heavy swords.

Wei Ci weighed the pros and cons, and finally chose to break the air.

Wei Ci left the Scripture Pavilion and handed over the secret book of the Broken Sky Slash to the old man to burn.

However, because it is a special secret skill, it requires twenty-five low-level spirit stones!

The moment the spirit stone was given, Wei Ci seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking......

I couldn't help but wrinkle my expressions together, and I reached out to touch my heart, it hurt!

When the old man saw Wei Ci's movements, an imperceptible smile appeared in his eyes.

He had been in the Scripture Pavilion for more than a hundred years, and he had never seen his heartache so obvious.

Wei Ci, who was still immersed in sadness, drooped his head and walked listlessly on the road.

A sword duel removed a quarter of what she had saved in the past three years of frugality......

At this moment, a group of seven people walked towards them, all of them were almost blue and white skirts, revealing an extreme softness.

A woman at the head wore a light blue skirt, and her temperament was particularly prominent.

Wei Ci couldn't help but admire.

A beautiful woman of Peugeot!

The clouds and temples are soaked in ink, the face is like a silver plate, the eyes are like apricots, the mouth is not dotted but contains Dan, the eyebrows are not painted but verdant, like the smoke of the distant mountains, the eyebrows are like frowning, with a little bit of sickness, and the skin is like clotted fat, but at this time, the cherry lips are tightly pursed, and the face is pale like paper, giving people a sense of paleness.

The wide blue and white robe covered her body, like the color of the sky, floating out of the dust, but the golden embroidery thread crawled all over the edges of her clothes, with a kind of worldly luxury, making her seem a little real.

She seemed to notice Wei Ci's gaze, and raised her eyes to look not far away, where Wei Ci was standing.

The eyes are clear, as bright as the stars, with a kind of clarity that sees through the world.

She looked at Wei Ci, and Wei Ci also looked at her.

Only at this moment of eye contact, Wei Ci felt it, the strength hidden under the weakness.

"Ahem......"

Two suppressed coughs, pale face, pale blood, revealing a complete sickness.

"Xianxia Peak Murong Qing, I've seen Daoyou."

The soft voice is like a yellow warbler out of the valley, with a little panting, but it is very polite.

After speaking, Murong Qing naturally looked at the person in front of him.

The nun standing in front of her had a temperament that was very different from every nun she had seen before.

On her shoulder squatted a little beast that she had never seen before, the little beast had a pair of smart eyes, and it seemed to be watching and looking at them, and the two of them were holding a herb, and they took a bite from time to time.

His black hair was tied up high, his face was smooth and fair, his eyes were deep, and the lines and contours between his eyebrows were soft, but they were a little heroic.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a taste of cynicism, but there was more of an unpredictable calmness in the depths of his eyes.

She had seen a pair of eyes, and they were like this, calm and indifferent, but with a desperate crazy persistence, complex and difficult to understand.

This should be a madman, a sane and inconspicuous madman.

Desperate to get there!

Isn't it? A person who is not crazy will not hesitate to jump into the ice field and face the wind blade?

Murong Qing was not a rude person, he liked to be kind to others, and after a brief sentence of self-reporting, he glanced at people by the way, and politely lowered his eyes.

Wei Ci could naturally feel such scrutiny, but there was no hostility, but full of goodwill.

Wei Ci smiled slightly, and then said: "Wangjian Feng Wei Ci, be polite." ”

Murong Qing?

It's a familiar name, but I've heard it somewhere......

After speaking, Wei Ci also glanced at the other six people.

Compared with Murong Qing's unique temperament, the rest of the female cultivators of Xianxia Peak are inferior, but their appearance and demeanor are all first-class, and there is no malice and contempt.

However, the eyes of the few of them looking at her at this moment were a little strange.

Wei Ci saw that they were all looking at her like this, and she was a little entangled: why did they all look at her like this?

As if seeing Wei Ci's doubts, Murong Qing smiled slightly and said, "I would venture to guess that this fellow Daoist has only been practicing for a short time, or has been in retreat for many years, right?" ”

“…… Not bad. That's right, she doesn't often go out to look at Jianfeng, she doesn't gossip when she gets together with friends, and she doesn't know some news in the sect.

Wei Ci was not stupid, and immediately knew what the problem was: she didn't recognize the Murong Qing in front of her.

Ahem, that seems a little embarrassing......

She wanted to leave quickly.

Murong Qing saw that Wei Ci seemed to be leaving, so he made a way.

When Wei Ci saw it, he couldn't help laughing.

Observe words and looks, look at fire, be polite and courteous, and not annoying.

This Murong Qing is a character.