"The sword intent turns, it can also be called the sword one, as for when it appeared, who invented it has no place to verify, only know that all the later swordsmanship and sword way, are based on these styles and evolved, because this sword intent is too powerful, the god-level sword cultivation is called the holy sword intent, the sword method is also known as the holy will swordsmanship, six turns into gods and nine turns into holiness, it is said that as long as the sword intent undergoes six transformations, the sword six can become the sword god, after nine turns, the sword nine is realized, which is the sword saint. ”

"As for the sword you want to cultivate successfully, you must make a contract with the sword in your heart, and the sword has a spirit, the sword and the person are swallowed day and night, and worn by your side all the year round, over time, you will understand the master's mind, cut the master's desire, and become the master's most loyal partner. "Black Water Sword Spirit Dao.

When Li Tianyou heard this topic, he felt a dilemma in his heart, the black knife must not be used, every time he uses it now, Li Tianyou feels very irritable in his heart, and he will inexplicably give birth to a killing intent, and he must ask Long Lao to ask him clearly about this sword. And the Floating and Sinking Sword, even the Black Water Sword Spirit has said that the material is ordinary, even if the Sword Spirit is to be bred, I don't know what will happen after the boy. ”

The deep eyes of the Black Water Sword Spirit seemed to see through Li Tianyou's thoughts at a glance, and said, "If you really can't find the sword, you can go to the sword mound to find a sword of fate to wear." ”

As soon as these words came out, the sword spirits behind the black water sword spirit were in a commotion, they all thought that this life would be like this, buried in the ground for a long time, but they didn't expect that there would be a chance to get out of the sword mound and break into the Shenlong Continent.

Li Tianyou looked at those sword spirits, their names were probably terrifying existences in the former Shenlong Continent, and they were all peerless divine weapons if they were chosen at random, but Li Tianyou's gaze stayed on the autumn water without a trace.

The Black Water Sword Spirit was thoughtful and said, "There is no trace of autumn water, you are willing to go to the Divine Dragon Continent again." ”

"I don't want to!" Qiushui's cold tone came.

The Black Water Sword Spirit also sighed and said, "There are some things that you know are impossible, why bother to remember them, let the past pass." ”

"I have nothing now, and the reason I can live is because of those fragmented memories. Qiushui Traceless looked very sad, but he couldn't cry tears because it was just a spirit.

Everything is gone, and all that remains is memory. And is memory real or illusory? It can't be touched or seen, but it's so heavily engraved in my heart.

The Blackwater Sword Spirit is one of the few people who knows the story between the Traceless and the Dust of the Autumn Water.

So it sighed and said, "Forget it, after so many years, it was doomed to be wrong from the beginning." ”

Qiushui smiled without a trace, and this time she said instead: "Could it be that if I forget everything, I will be able to have no pain, and the dust will not die?"

The Black Water Sword Spirit kept sighing, and then set his eyes on Li Tianyou, wanting him to make his own decision.

Li Tianyou read the words written by Weichen on the tombstone and knew the story between him and Qiushui Wuxi, so he said: "Forgetting everything does not mean that there is no pain, some people wait hard in order not to lose something again, but in the end, they don't get anything, but lose everything." ”

When Qiushui Wuxian heard this, he paused for a moment, but immediately his pupils dilated infinitely, and he said excitedly: "You don't understand anything, what qualifications do you have to say such things." ”

Li Tianyou was not angry at all, but smiled: "Then go and find everything you have lost yourself to find it back with your own hands, instead of keeping it for hundreds of years." ”

Qiushui Wuxian only gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to go to the Divine Dragon Continent with you, and I am also willing to become your sword, but one day, once I get back what I lost, I will leave." ”

Li Tianyou nodded, in fact, he knew in his heart that what Qiushui had lost without a trace was the time when he fought the world with Weichen, and it was impossible to get back that time, perhaps the only thing he still believed could be recovered was only himself, only his own persistence.

"There is nothing in this world that can never be lost, but some people don't believe in it, so what they lose, they have to keep finding it back, for a lifetime. The black-robed ghost saw Li Tianyou's untraceable communication with Qiushui, and muttered to himself.

Qiushui has turned into a long sword, and the sword spirit has entered the sword body, Li Tianyou held it in his hand, and he didn't feel a trace of weight.

Li Tianyou tried to put the Void Sword Heart into the autumn water without a trace, as if he had put a drop of water into the sea, and a whole ripple sounded. This is a sign that you have communicated with the sword and recognized the Lord, and the future autumn water without a trace can also better carry the void sword intent without rejection.

Putting Qiushui Traceless into the scabbard and putting it on his back, he was not in a hurry to leave the sword shrine, but sat down to digest the knowledge of kendo and practice Kenyi.

And during the time when Li Tianyou entered the Sword Shrine, the entire Eternal Sword Sect turned upside down, and it was rumored that the Eternal Sword God Xiao Zijin had arrested the heads of the four factions under the Purple Cloud Sword Sect and intended to plot against the Purple Cloud Sword Sect of the sect master, so the Purple Cloud Sword Sect summoned the disciples of the four factions to encircle and suppress Jianming Mountain, and then it was rumored that Xiao Zijin had been expelled from the Eternal Sword Sect, which caused a huge sensation, but then the Purple Cloud Sword Sect said that this was a conspiracy of the Eternal Sword Sect and forcibly launched an attack on Jianming Mountain。

And on the top of the Shenjian Ridge of Jianming Mountain, an uninvited guest came, he was thin, but he stood straight, and held a sword that was broken in two and wrapped in cloth.

Dongfang is still dressed in white plain clothes, Feng Niu, Changsun Ji, and Ah Mei are all behind.

"Everyone has arrived, I am the fifth slave of one of the twelve sword slaves of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect, on the order of the young sect master, I will give you this thing as a meeting gift, I advise you to open the mountain gate as soon as possible, and it is good to bear the guilt, if you break through the Divine Sword Ridge, I am afraid that you will not have good fruits to eat." "The slave is arrogant, and he doesn't take the sword wielders of the Eternal Sword Sect in his eyes at all.

As soon as Changsun Ji heard this, he was furious, and he was about to pull out the Vermilion Bird Sword and step forward desperately, Dongfang glanced at him and signaled him not to act rashly.

Feng Niu stepped forward to pick up the package, opened the layer of cloth, and was suddenly shocked, the word white tiger on the sword was particularly eye-catching, needless to say, this must be the sword of the white tiger sword bearer.

Unable to suppress his anger any longer, Changsun Ji rushed forward.

Nu Wu obviously had long expected that Changsun Ji was going to make a move, and he also pulled out a short knife from his waist and said, "Our Purple Cloud Twelve Sword Slaves have never been defeated since they conquered the Outer Heaven Extreme Realm, and I also want to weigh how many catties and taels the sword bearers of your Eternal Sword Sect have." ”

"If you have the ability, just call it, and what I want to say is that from today onwards, the Purple Cloud Twelve Sword Slaves will be changed to the Purple Cloud Eleven Sword Slaves. ”

The corners of Nu Wu's mouth rose and said, "It's really arrogant." ”

"Each other, each other!"

A huge flame Suzaku phantom appeared. As soon as the eldest grandson Ji made a move, it was a killer move. The other sword-wielders immediately dodged away and left their battle range, they didn't want to be hurt by the aftermath of the battle.

"Bang!"

The long sword and the short knife collided together, and a large spark exploded in an instant.

The slave five shouted, his legs drove slightly, catapulted, jumped into the air ten meters high, held the short knife in both hands, and slashed down at Changsun Ji from top to bottom.

Although Nu Wu only uses the simplest yellow-level inferior knife technique, "Force Splitting Huashan", this move is a very common knife technique in many major sects, but Nu Wu uses it to have a groundbreaking feeling, and being able to use a simple knife technique out of the current realm is at least the result of practicing thousands of times.

Changsun Ji has already comprehended the sword one, although he has not reached the great consummation of the sword, but there is also the realm of the fifth layer of the sword one, I saw that he was surging with the heart of the sword intent, and the true qi was continuously injected into the Vermilion Bird Sword, and in an instant, the Vermilion Bird Sword was full of fire, and the power was strengthened a lot.

At this time, Changsun Ji was like holding a flame, and the Vermilion Bird Phantom behind him was getting bigger and bigger.

"Suzaku Burns the World!"

This is a Xuan-level medium sword technique, Vermilion Bird sword technique!

Nu Wu felt that he was no longer fighting with a person, but against an ancient fierce beast.

"Bang!"

Nu Wu's body flew upside down, and even his body was surrounded by flames, and in less than a breath, the clothes on his body were burned to ashes.

Changsun Ji didn't let go of this opportunity, walked up quickly, and slashed at the slave Wuyi sword.

Facing the sword of Changsun Ji, Nu Wu had to stretch out his short knife to block it, but how could he block it, a huge pain came from the tiger's mouth, and Nu Wu was sent flying ten meters away.

Nu Wu hurriedly got up from the ground, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes stared at Changsun Ji, who was like a god of war, and said: "Changsun Ji, the sword wielder of the Vermilion Bird Sword, is indeed powerful, and he will end here today, and he will come to ask for advice in the future." ”

"There's no next time!" Wind Bull's nearly three-meter body disappeared in an instant.

A look of surprise flashed in Nu Wu's eyes, and the next second Feng Niu appeared in front of him.

Seeing that Feng Niu's arm was thicker than a bucket, he swung vigorously, held down Nu Wu's head and smashed it to the ground.

"Bang!"

A half-meter pit was smashed on the ground, and Nu Wu was covered in blood at this time, but his perennial combat experience made him know that he had to escape, and struggled to break away from Feng Niu's hand, and threw the short knife in his hand to the east.

Ah Mei pulled out the Xuanwu sword, and a huge Xuanwu phantom enveloped Dongfang and her, and the short knife hit the heavy iron shell of Xuanwu, and was bounced out again.

But taking advantage of this time, Nu Wu already had an absolute gap, and he laughed and said: "What bullshit Eternal Sword Sect, the sword gods of all dynasties are jokes, I don't want to come to the Sword Ming Mountain Divine Sword Peak, I can leave if I want, who will keep me?"

"Not necessarily!"

Nu Wu first froze for a moment, and then looked at the voice, and found that it was Dongfang who had never spoken, and when he saw that he was still hundreds of meters away from him, he completely believed that Dongfang was just scaring him.

Nu Wu ignored Dongfang, turned around and left.

"The green dragon locks the soul, and there is nowhere to hide!"

Dongfang pulled out the Blue Dragon Sword and chanted a spell in his mouth.

"Huh!"

The phantom of the ancient green dragon appeared, but the body of the green dragon was not huge, only the size of an ordinary long stick, but only a few meters.

Nu Wuwu laughed and said, "This is Qinglong?" ”

Hearing Nu Wu's laughter, Dongfang also showed a faint smile.

At this time, the green dragon phantom moved, and in less than a breath, it came to Nu Wu's side, and it was like a rope wrapped around Nu Wu's body.