"Back to the wind and the geese!" Ji Yuan raised his qi and mobilized the little remaining Yuan Force to swing a circle of sword qi, and no one stood up in a large area in front of him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The sword goes at will, the intention is born from the heart, and the sword is broken!" Ji Yuan pinched the sword duel, and a small transparent sword appeared on his fingertips, and then Ji Yuan raised his sword finger and poked it fiercely at the center of his eyebrows.

"Hmm!" Ji Yuan couldn't help but let out a painful cry, and a blood flower instantly bloomed in the center of his eyebrows.

Holding back the pain, Ji Yuan tried his best to calm down and manipulate the transparent small sword to enter the Mud Pill Palace. According to the inheritance records, if you want to cultivate into a Heartbreaker Sword, you must condense the Yuan Force according to the sword decision and blast open the gate of the Mud Pill Palace before you can be considered a beginner.

However, it was extremely difficult to practice the Heartbreaker Sword, and every time he bombarded the Mud Pill Palace, not only did he have to endure the pain that penetrated deep into his soul, but his soul would also be traumatized. Many people either can't bear the pain and choose to give up, or their souls are constantly damaged in failure after failure, until they finally suffer heavy losses or even dissipate.

The swordsman is indomitable, and if he does not hurt others, he will hurt himself, and the sword of breaking the heart is to take this concept to the extreme, if you want to hurt others, you must first hurt yourself. According to the Sword Codex, there are many people who cultivate the Heartless Sword who are sane and insane, like walking corpses, and the best result of failure is only a heavy blow to the soul, and if it cannot be remedied, it can only be reduced to a wasted person.

Before cultivating, ordinary people must settle down for three days and calm their minds. Then he was in a state of absolute safety, and only began to try to cultivate under the supervision of the division commander. But the above records all happened under the premise of such conditions, and such an excellent environment was more than lucky, not to mention how dangerous Ji Yuan's cultivation was.

If it weren't for the situation, Ji Yuan wouldn't want to do this, but now that the arrow is on the bow, he can only pray for fate's favor.

"Broken!" Ji Yuan urged the heart sword to bombard the gate of the Mud Pill Palace.

"Boom!" A loud bang echoed in the sea of knowledge, and the heart sword shattered and the gate did not move.

"Poof!" The heart sword was shattered, and Ji Yuan's qi and blood connected to his heart were retrograde, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood mist spewed out.

Ji Yuan's eyes darkened for a while, watching the crowd surging again, he staggered back, and his heart sank slowly, slowly.

It seems that he is really going to die here today, Ji Yuan's face is like ashes, only the constant sharp pain from his soul and body reminds him that he is not dead yet.

No, absolutely not!

Ji Yuan desperately reminded himself that he definitely couldn't die here like this!

"The sword goes at will, the intention is born from the heart, and the sword is broken! Break it for me! ”

Pinching the sword duel, the heart sword once again slammed into the gate of the Mud Pill Palace.

"Boom!" The intensity of this blow was so great that Zhihai violently shook, and Ji Yuan only felt that his soul was about to leave his body, and the sedum in front of him was spinning.

"Poof!" The heart sword shattered again, Ji Yuan spurted out another mouthful of blood, he couldn't stand and fell to the ground, and his consciousness began to blur, but cracks had already appeared in the gate.

Ji Yuan's heart was completely cold, he could already be said to be on the verge of death after failing twice, what about another time?

The leading "Gru" in front of him had already rushed to a place only a few steps away, the figures overlapped and shook in Ji Yuan's eyes, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he just wanted to close his eyes like this, and he didn't care about anything.

"Ji Yuanjun, come on!"

The sudden sound made Ji Yuan open his eyes suddenly, but looking around, everything he saw was an enemy, where was that shadow?

Is it a hallucination? Ji Yuan muttered, but a little desire for life rose in his heart.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and Ji Yuan desperately resisted but slipped into the abyss little by little.

"Hmm!" With a muffled snort, Ji Yuan bit his tongue hard, and actually bit down a small piece of the tip of his tongue, and the sharp pain hit his brain like a pinprick, and the tiredness was swept away.

"Poof!" Ji Yuan spit out the piece of meat in his mouth, the salty smell filled his mouth, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

"Sword .. Follow... Meaning to go, meaning .. Composed... Heartborn, broken.. Reckless sword, give.. I'm broken!! ”

Ji Yuan let out an unwilling roar, and once again poked his sword finger between his eyebrows, and the "Gru" had already rushed to his side, swinging a big axe to slash at Ji Yuan.

"Boom!" A thunderbolt exploded in the sea of knowledge, Ji Yuan was shocked, and the world in his eyes changed color.

In the Mud Pill Palace, a broken small sword staggered into it and fell headlong on the spiritual platform.

Ji Yuan had no sorrow or joy in his heart, he was ethereal, looking at the oncoming axe blade motionlessly, his hair dancing with the strong wind, his lips slightly opened, and he spat out two words.

"Broken."

With just two simple words, the whole world let out an unwilling roar, the axe blade scattered with the wind, everything in front of him was frozen in a second ago, and then disappeared silently like a soap bubble, leaving only darkness between heaven and earth.

That's it... Is it over? Ji Yuan couldn't support it anymore, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

......

I don't know how long it took, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh?" Ji Yuan was surprised to find that his body was intact, the injuries he had suffered before had disappeared, and the soul that had been severely injured was also unscathed, if it weren't for the broken heart sword in the Mud Pill Palace, Ji Yuan would have thought that everything before was just a dream.

Ji Yuan stood up and looked around, everywhere he saw was darkness, and it was not the expected corridor at all.

"It stands to reason that the illusion should be lifted, but where is this?" Ji Yuan tried to use the Heartbreaker Sword again.

"Eyes are like swords, breaking through the void!"

Ji Yuan mobilized his divine consciousness to spread around, and there was an invisible resistance in the darkness, and his divine consciousness could only spread for a few meters before losing response.

How so? Ji Yuan frowned deeply, didn't the Heartbreaker Sword work?

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Yuan walked towards the darkness, unsheathed against his heart in case of an accident, and the darkness engulfed his figure little by little.

......

Probably a day away? Two days? Or January? A year? Ji Yuan couldn't tell how long he had been gone, but he remembered that he had repaired his beard countless times, and his hair was scattered behind his back and he didn't care about it.

But the strange thing is that Ji Yuan didn't feel the existence of time at all, let alone hunger and thirst, just numb and mechanical, and kept walking.

"How long do you have to go?" Ji Yuan muttered dissatisfiedly, he felt as if he had forgotten a lot of things, he didn't even remember what his name was, he only knew that he had to keep moving forward, and he only knew that he was holding a sword in his hand.

"Against the heart?" Ji Yuan rubbed the pattern on the sword, touched a line of words, touched it repeatedly, and found the word "against the heart".

"Is that my name?" Ji Yuan muttered, "Against the heart, against the heart, this name seems to be not bad." ”

He laughed silently, "Well, I'll call it rebellion." Then he walked on.

When he was tired of walking, he would also stop and gesture at will, and there were faint villains dancing with swords in his head, so he subconsciously followed the comparison.

"Yuntai Three Falls", "Rain Falls and Clouds Fly", "Return Wind and Falling Geese", "Flying Swallows Chase the Moon", "Tianfeng Five Cloud Sword"...

Countless sword moves were used over and over again, and he couldn't say why he did it, just his subconscious reaction when he held the sword.

The road is still walking, and the sword is still waving. But the road became slower and slower, and the sword became heavier and heavier. During a break, he was surprised to find a small rust spot on the Reverse Heart Sword, and wrinkles continued to appear on his face.

"Where the hell am I going?" He couldn't help but ask questions, but no one answered, only darkness and the sword, always with him.

At last, his back was also stiffened, and he had to walk with his sword, stopping for a long time every time he walked. But a voice in his heart kept telling him, go on, go on, don't stop.

Slowly, slowly, he couldn't walk anymore, and there was only one hilt left in his hand, and he lay on the ground weakly gasping for breath.

What am I doing all my life for? He suddenly remembered this question, and was startled by himself again, for a lifetime? What is a lifetime?

Shaking his head, he put this strange thought behind him, since he can't walk anymore, let's practice the sword for a while.

What to do with only the hilt of the sword?

Since there is no blade, let's think of one for yourself.

He said to himself.

Performing his familiar sword move again, he closed his eyes, and in his imagination, the blade of the sword glowed, and countless enemies fell under the sword.

Wait a minute...

Enemy? He opened his eyes in confusion, what is the enemy? Do I have enemies?

Still can't think of it, he laughed at himself, it seems to be old, old.

In this way, I don't know how long later, he couldn't even swing the hilt of his sword, and could only lie on the ground, barely maintaining his weak breathing.

Looks like I'm going to die. It's a pity that he thought like this, he didn't have time to see the world beyond the darkness, and in that place, I seemed to call...

What's it called? It seems to be called rebellion, right?

He was a little unsure.

No, I remember, I seem to have a name.

But what's the name? He thought distractedly, but he couldn't remember at all.

If you can't remember, if you can't remember, forget it. He was so tired that he just wanted to close his eyes and wait for the darkness to fall.

Little by little, darkness spread over his body, slowly flowing upwards like flowing water.

He was unaware of all this.

Just as the darkness was about to completely engulf him, the darkness seemed to press the pause button, frozen in the state of the previous second.

Then the sound of something cracking came to his ears, and he wanted to open his eyes to see.

Slowly opened his eyes, and the darkness was gone.

The light sees me, I see the light.

Writing and writing, there is a feeling that the second pulse of Ren Du has been opened, and I feel that this chapter is written quite tastefully. Well, don't hit me!

Written on July 23, 2016 at 0:57 a.m