With a "sass", an extremely shallow sword mark appeared on a boulder in front of Li Yan. He screamed "ahh

This is the thousandth and first sword he has swung out in five days, and finally saw a sword light that seemed to be nothing, how can this Nima practice!

He threw the wooden sword aside, sat on the ground and breathed his chaotic internal strength, and finally calmed down. He wanted to pick up the wooden sword and continue to practice, but he was not in the mood to practice.

He knew that the main thing now was the problem of his own mentality, what was the use of just swinging the sword? It's useless to wave hundreds of thousands of waves like this, and put two arms in vain.

He thought about it, then used his two hands to pick up stars, looking at the strange hands, Li Yan's five fingers clawed and grabbed the big stone in front of him, the stone shattered, and Li Yan's hands were deeply inserted into the big stone. He laughed, took out his hands, and looked at the ten holes in the stone with satisfaction.

"What are you doing?" Just when Li Yan got carried away, Ning Zhitian's voice sounded behind Li Yan.

Li Yan was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up the wooden sword, turned around and laughed weakly. Ning Zhitian glanced at the stone behind him strangely, and said, "You pierced those ten holes?" ”

Li Yan shook his head, then nodded fiercely. "Is it you or not?" The corners of Ning Zhitian's eyes twitched.

"Yes, yes, I made it with my star-picking hand!" Li Yan lowered his head in shame, and was very disdainful of his lazy behavior.

"It's not bad, I've only been practicing for a few days with the Star Picker, how much have you mastered the moon-stepping step of the Chapter of Shape?" During these days, Li Yan also told Ning Zhitian about Qianmen, and when Ning Zhitian heard that the secret book of Qianmen was on him, he couldn't close his mouth when he smiled, and praised Li Yan vigorously.

"I've been practicing swords for the past few days, and I can't find a chance to practice stepping on the moon." Li Yannu pointed at the big stone behind him with a wooden sword.

"Any progress?" Ning Zhitian sat on the ground and looked at Li Yan.

Seeing that the master sat down, Li Yan was embarrassed to stand and let Ning Zhitian look up at him, and also sat down and said, "I just swung a sword light." ”

Ning Zhitian raised his eyebrows: "Oh? I'll give you the wrong method, you've all practiced sword light! ”

"The wrong way?" Li Yan looked at Ning Zhitian with a teasing expression in a daze.

"Yes, your grade doesn't have to swing the most basic sword for a long time!" Ning Zhitian said with an expression that should have been like this.

Li Yan stared at Ning Zhitian for a long time, then smiled miserably and said, "Goodbye Master, the master-apprentice relationship is over here." ”

Ning Zhitian ignored what he said, and said: "I just looked at your patience, and it didn't disappoint me, next, I'll show you the demonstration, you have to remember it clearly." ”

After speaking, he demonstrated the two swords to him again, and regardless of whether Li Yan understood it or not, he put away the swords and left.

Li Yan frowned and stared blankly at the mountain that had disappeared out of thin air on the opposite side, rubbing the wooden sword in his hand and faintly grasping a clue. How to understand the momentum of the first sword and the ambition of the second sword?

He stood up, picked up his wooden sword and pointed it at the boulder, and muttered a word.

"God gathers hearts, hearts gather hearts; Qi walks the inner body, and the outer body is good. "Why did he recite the Daowu Chapter? I saw that the wooden sword in Li Yan's hand actually had a trace of sawdust flying out, and it turned out that he had attached the internal force to the wooden sword.

But he can't swing it, even if he has momentum and form. But he didn't have his own sword heart, this sword was the sword heart of that senior, and it was Ning Zhitian's sword heart that taught Li Yan. But none of this is his sword heart.

He couldn't use someone else's sword heart to swing this sword, he had a hunch that if he swung this sword out of his power, he might not have his own sword heart for the rest of his life.

The body of the sword is trembling, not the sword is trembling, it is Li Yan's hand trembling. He slowly lowered his sword, withdrew his internal force, and sighed deeply.

What is your own sword heart?

Just when Li Yan was in deep thought, he only felt a pain in his eyebrows, and instantly recovered from the state of distraction just now. At this moment, his back was full of cold sweat, just now he almost went mad when he was entangled in his sword intent, but fortunately, the still water sword intent in the center of his eyebrows cut off his evil thoughts.

Thanks to Ning Zhitian

Li Yan raised his head suddenly, and suddenly remembered a lot of things: he had never been independent alone!

Yes, he just grasped the point at this moment, he has never been strong, he has never been independent, how can he have his own sword heart? Just like Gu Chengyan, from childhood to adulthood, he took care of himself and protected himself like an older brother. Another example is Ning Zhitian, martial arts defend him everywhere, even if the time they get along is still very short, but how many times has this martial arts predecessor who has no superior demeanor saved him?

How long do you have to be cared for like a child?

A light flashed in Li Yan's eyes, he gave up the idea of Baidu search, that was meaningless, since he could have done it without external objects before and did not explore his future, then he didn't have to use it at this moment!

If you know your future, will you still work hard? Li Yan picked up the wooden sword again, and the sun shone on his face through the leaves. The wooden sword is attached to the deep internal force that does not belong to her realm, which is his luck!

In an instant, there was only sword light left between heaven and earth.

The boulder shattered in response to the light and fell apart. Li Yan swung out the second sword, and the sword rhyme opened one after another; The third sword sword qi sprayed, and the stones turned into flying ashes.

Looking at the gravel in front of him in surprise, Li Yan tightly grasped the wooden sword in his hand, as if what he held in his hand was not a broken wooden sword, but a groundbreaking artifact.

He didn't notice that not far away, Ning Zhitian was quietly watching him under a tree until he swung the three swords. Ning Zhitian seemed to understand something, as if this child's potential was stronger than he imagined.

He didn't know how far his cheap apprentice could go, because there was still a second sword.

Li Yan naturally couldn't stop because of the second sword, and after comprehending the sword heart, his mentality also changed dramatically. He knew that he had a system of infinite possibilities, the martial arts talent of the eternal demons. He is not a pampered young master of the Li family now, but a martial artist who struggles to move forward on the way to martial arts.

Li Yan couldn't have that kind of determination to return to the death, so his sword couldn't have the kind of intention to cut off life. His sword heart is unyielding, so this second sword must have the belief of never giving in.

The first sword, no response.

The second sword, no response.

The third sword, no response.

Unyielding, Li Yan raised his head and glanced at the sun hanging in the sky, and swung his fourth sword.

A sword light as thick as a woolen thread swept through, and Li Yan's spirit was greatly lifted.

The fifth sword, no response.

Li Yan stopped the movement of the sixth sword, sat down cross-legged, and quietly recalled the style of Ning Zhitian's sword.

This sitting is the alternation of the sun and the moon.

It's a day.

Ning Zhitian has been quietly watching behind him, and has never helped Li Yan, this is an opportunity, if it can pass, this second sword can be accomplished.

He took off the Heavenly Sword and muttered, "Look at this sword." With that, the second sword was swung.

A sword light slashed across Li Yan's body, causing his clothes to swell. Li Yan frowned, as if there was something more in his mind. Ning Zhitian borrowed the Zhitian Sword again, and the sword light slashed, again and again, over and over again.

Ning Zhitian's eyes shone like stars, and the silver light of the Zhitian Sword in his hand eclipsed the moonlight.

After the baptism of sword light again and again, Li Yan finally woke up, picked up the wooden sword without saying a word, and swept across with a sword. The sword light couldn't resist the lonely bloom and burst out, and the wooden sword broke. But Li Yan still frowned, this is not his sword, this is not his sword intent.

The sixth sword, defeat.

Looking at Li Yan, who continued to sit down and meditate, Ning Zhitian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Idiot." ”

In the meditation, Li Yan seemed to see a cliff, and a young man with a sword stood proudly on the edge of the cliff. As soon as the picture turned, the young man killed the enemy, the sword roar couldn't stop, and the sword rhyme overlapped, unstoppable.

The picture turns again, and the young man faces a siege of hundreds of people, and there is a cliff behind him. But he was not afraid, and his face was not resolute, but a chilling indifference. For a time, hundreds of people did not dare to step forward.

The young man looked at them mockingly, raised the simple and unpretentious sword in his hand, let the blood drip down, and said, "I use my sword intent to the sky!" The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone who besieged the youth.

The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds rolled, and a huge rotten iron sword slowly probed into the world from the sky. No thunder and lightning, no brilliance.

The young man looked at the iron sword excitedly, and his eyes were full of tears. Right on the edge of the cliff, the iron sword in the sky flew terribly towards the hundreds of people besieging the youth, in their despair; Fear; Destroy all life under the distorted look.

Li Yan stood up suddenly, and the wooden sword in his hand was danced out of a circle, and the sword light overflowed, but there was no determination to cut off the vitality, only a tenacious and unyielding will.

Li Yan stood still for a long time, the wooden sword in his hand shattered into countless pieces, and his eyes looked at the ground blankly.

"I send my sword intent to the sky." These were the last words he said after he fainted.

Li Yan woke up in his second uncle's hospital, and it seemed that he had left Gulou Mountain, and he sat up. Wujian, who had not slept for two consecutive days, made Li Yan's spirit and physical strength drop to the level of death. This time, he really almost died on Gulou Mountain.

Quietly feeling the internal force of Wuzizhang swimming in his body, Li Yan was in a good mood, and ran off the hospital bed to find his second uncle.

"Master, he's gone?" He and Homi were not seen in Li Jianming's office, and only Chi Jun was alone.

"Yes, he went down to Jiangnan." Chi Jun handed the Zhitian Sword to Li Yan and said very casually.

"So this sword is mine, huh?" Li Yan excitedly held the Zhitian Sword in his hand, as if he was holding millions.

Chi Jun glanced at him with disdain and said, "Yes, Ning Lao told me before leaving. ”

"What didn't he tell you to tell me?" Li Yan asked Chi Jun.

Chi Jun shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Give the sword silently." ”

Li Yan was silent, and slowly stroked the scabbard of the Zhitian Sword, and countless kinds of sword intents spread from his fingertips to his brain, including the three sword intents of still water and chaotic cloud breaking formations that he was very familiar with.

Li Yan knew that Ning Zhitian gave him the sword not only because of the second sword he had learned, but also because the sword that the sword that the senior of the kendo called the iron sword was also the sword of Zhitian. Remembering what the senior said, "I use my sword intent to reach the sky", Li Yancai felt that the sword in his hand was not simple.