Time passed slowly, and the scorching sword pool was quiet, and when Aojue was guarding Aotian, he was also sensing the true element in the peerless sword, as well as the sword intent emanating from it.

Although Ao Jue does not use a peerless sword, as a person who learns swords, Ao Jue's love for the sword is innate, and now that there is a peerless sword in front of him, how can he not take a closer look.

When Aojie observed the peerless sword, Aotian, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, had a problem, his face began to turn red continuously, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, his eyebrows trembled, and he was obviously struggling.

Seeing Aotian's appearance, Aosheng, who had been staying aside, looked anxious, he was not only worried about Aotian's safety, but also concerned about the success or failure of Aotian's communication peerless sword.

"Poof!"

Aotian's face became hideous, but in a moment, he spurted a mouthful of blood, his expression instantly withered, and his body fell backwards.

"Second brother."

Ao Jue hurriedly stepped forward to support Ao Tian's body that was about to fall, and then put his hands on Ao Tian's back, sending true qi into his body to help him stabilize the disordered breath in his body.

Aosheng was anxious, but he could only ask about the situation after Aojie cured Aotian, so he stood aside to protect the Dharma, but the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Whew~"

After a while, Ao Jue withdrew his palm, calmed down the true qi in his body, his expression relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

"Tian'er, how are you?" Osheng asked as soon as Aotian opened his eyes, his eyes full of concern.

"It's already a lot better, but it's a pity that I failed to communicate with the peerless good sword, father, big brother, let you down." Aotian said dejectedly.

"If you fail, you fail, it's okay, as long as you're okay." Although Aosheng also had some pity in his heart, he would not show it on his face, and he knew that what Aotian needed now was not to blame.

"What the hell is going on? Even if you fail, it won't make you vomit blood, did you do something else? Arrogantly asked, puzzled.

"I tried to communicate with the peerless good sword, but I never succeeded, two hours passed, I was anxious, so I thought about forcibly subduing the peerless good sword, but I didn't expect to be injured by the sword qi in the peerless good sword in the end." Aotian said with a sigh.

"The divine soldier has a spirit, in this case, it seems that you have no chance with the peerless sword, and it took a hundred years to cast this divine weapon in the Sword Worship Villa, but you can't use it, is this the number of days?" Aosheng muttered.

"The number of days? Father, are you hiding something from us? I don't think you've been talking weirdly lately. Arrogant asked curiously.

"No, what can I hide from you, don't worry, it's really nothing." Aosheng looked shocked after hearing Aosheng's words, and said.

"In that case, let's go back, the second brother still needs to recuperate." Aosheng nodded and said, Aosheng didn't want to say that he wouldn't ask more, he believed that when the time came, Aosheng would take the initiative to tell him.

The furnace was blazing, and in the light of the fire, the proud three of them left the sword pool.

The dark night is dotted with stars, and a round of crescent moon hangs between the stars, becoming a crowd of stars arching over the moon.

Suddenly.

The first beam of light in the morning shot straight from the universe, like the sharpest sword of time, cutting through the dark night.

A new day has arrived.

It is still like Pingli, before dawn, arrogant is to start to get up and practice the sword, after breaking through to the sword realm, he has mastered the sword twenty-three of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and he has also practiced the second style of the Floating Zero Sword Technique, and now, he is practicing the first style of the Kunwu Sword Technique.

The first three styles of Kunwu swordsmanship are: slashing the warrior, slashing the general, and slashing the commander.

Although Ao Jue has broken through to the Heavenly Sword Realm, and he has been practicing the Kunwu Sword Technique for half a month, he has only been able to perform the first form so far, and he is not yet proficient, and he is far from truly mastering it.

"Slasher!"

On the martial arts training ground, he shouted arrogantly, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the void, Kunwu's swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and he didn't want to destroy the buildings in the Worship Sword Villa.

"Hum~~"

Where the long sword in his arrogant hand fell, the air shook, and a series of air explosions sounded in front of him, followed by a hurricane out of thin air.

"Jingle Bell." The long sword in Ao's hand suddenly broke, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Ordinary swords can't even withstand the sword qi of Kunwu swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship is really powerful, but it also needs to have a divine sword, otherwise it will not be able to exert the true power of Kunwu's swordsmanship at all, and when the peerless sword thing is over, start to create a divine sword that suits me." Proud of the broken sword in his hand, he said.

"Papa, brother, where did you learn this set of swordsmanship? The power is so powerful, and the sword qi is even more domineering. Aotian walked over from behind at this time, clapped his hands, and said with envy.

"You don't have to be envious, your Demon Sword Eight Styles are not weak, it's just that you haven't learned them all." Ao Jue threw away the broken sword in his hand, walked towards Aotian, and said.

"The eight styles of the magic sword are full of demonic energy, I have to be careful when I practice the sword, for fear of being eroded by the demonic energy, I now regret learning this set of swordsmanship." A hint of remorse flashed across Aotian's face.

"I have a set of Buddhist swordsmanship here, which was created by the Buddhist patriarch Sakyamuni, and the power should still be above the eight styles of the magic sword, you will practice these two sets of swordsmanship together in the future, and use the Buddha sword to suppress the magic sword." Ao Jue took a roll of cloth from his body and handed it to Ao Tian, and said.

"The swordsmanship of the Buddhist patriarch Shakyamuni? Great, I don't have to worry about going crazy when practicing swords in the future, big brother. Thank you. Aotian looked at the cloth in his hand and said happily.

"Don't be too happy, it's not certain whether this set of swordsmanship can help you, you can't take it lightly until you are sure that you can suppress the magic sword." Said arrogantly and solemnly.

"Don't worry, big brother." Aotian nodded and said, "Father, mother, are already waiting for us, let's go back to dinner." ”

After eating breakfast, Ao Jue didn't do anything, just lay on the recliner in front of the courtyard, quietly waiting for the birth of the peerless sword.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Suddenly, the sword on the weapon rack beside him began to vibrate, and the amplitude of the vibration became louder and louder.

"Born!"

He opened his eyes proudly, stood up from the recliner with a sudden, and then performed light exercises, turned into a phantom, and rushed towards the sword pool.

"Woooo

The sword on the armory suddenly flew up automatically, and then floated in the air, the tip of the sword pointing in the direction of the sword pool.

A peerless sword is born, and ten thousand swords in the world kowtow!

At this moment, all the swords on the land of Shenzhou were all pulled by an inexplicable aura, and the tip of the sword was towards the Worship Sword Villa, and people of insight immediately knew that another divine soldier was born in the world.

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