Recovering from the brief shock, Lu Li already had two guesses about the true meaning of this Heavenly Demon.

First, this sword that cuts the river represents a sense of domineering that goes against the trend and has nothing under the sword.

The second is the sense of despair embodied by the creatures in the river that carried many creatures with a lot of help, but after being cut off by a sword.

"And try to bring those two feelings into that sword move. ”

Lu Li leaned down, re-grasped the stone sword [Zhen Yu], and held it high above the top.

Closing his eyes, Lu Li repeatedly imagined in his mind the rushing river that carried many lives, the little figures with white wings on their backs, and the chains that were condensed by rays of light were entwined around his body.

Sweat slowly slid down his forehead, and the arm holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Lu Li was completely immersed in the scene he had conceived.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Li suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no joy or sorrow in those eyes that were as bright as stars, only pure desire to destroy them.

Then he drew his sword.

With a sword slash, the cyan stone slab in front of him immediately burst into a vertical crack. Lu Li exhaled a breath of turbidity, the desire for destruction in his eyes had dissipated without a trace, and the figure of the bat-winged heavenly demon in his mind seemed to be a little more real, but when Lu Li carefully explored, he didn't find any changes, but instead provoked the two heavenly demons to fight again in his mind.

In the pinprick headache, Lu Li's nose suddenly dripped two red bloods, and he reached out to wipe away the nosebleeds, knowing that his spirit was a little overwhelmed.

"The exercises of the 900th layer, it is really not that easy to cultivate. I have to practice gradually, and I must not be reckless. ”

Lu Li warned himself in his heart, then sat down cross-legged and slowly recovered his state.

......

"Go on. ”

Hearing the cold and indifferent voice of the Frost Condensing Sword Saint, Shangguan listened to Xue Hao's teeth clenched, and further squeezed the sword yuan in his body, allowing the sword qi containing the breath of wind and snow to rise up from the frost-white [Cold Blood Sword] in his hand.

Above Shangguan Tingxue, there was a roaring sound that kept coming, it was a surging waterfall that fell from the height of the canopy, the waterfall with ten thousand might, smashed towards the top of Shangguan Tingxue's head, but was frozen into ice chips by the latter's continuous stimulation of the wind and snow sword qi, and it couldn't reach Shangguan Tingxue at all, so it scattered and splashed in all directions.

The source of the waterfall was a silver-white gourd as large as a house, on which a long, pure-white swordmaster with long white hair and a grim face sits.

The Frost Condensing Sword Saint patted the gourd under him, making the water flowing down more and more rapid, and said to Shangguan Tingxue in a cold voice, "Go on." ”

The waterfall dozens of zhang long continued to fall violently, and was frozen into ice by Shangguan Tingxue's wind and snow sword qi again and again, and broke the ice again and again, with perseverance.

I don't know how long it took, in the constant sound of the Condensing Frost Sword Saint's "continue", Shangguan listened that there was not much sword yuan left in the sea of snow qi, but without the permission of the Condensing Frost Sword Saint, she didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Suddenly, Shangguan Tingxue felt that his eyes were dark, and his body couldn't help but shake a little.

Shangguan Tingxue's heart tightened, and then recovered, but it was just this moment of distraction, and the waterfall had surged into front of her eyes.

"Receive. ”

The Frost Sword Saint patted the gourd under him, and the waterfall that rushed down was instantly stagnant, and then flowed back into the silver-white gourd.

Shangguan listened to Xue's footsteps a little vain, so he had to stand with a sword. The Frost Condensing Sword Saint fell to her side and asked indifferently, "What do you think is the main purpose of this practice?"

"In order to break through the [Qi Volume]?" Shangguan Tingxue guessed.

The Frost Condensing Sword Saint shook his head, he didn't explain much, he just said, "Rest for a while, and then continue." ”

......

In a barren world, Ye Shengqing, who was carrying the [Ben Thunder Sword], looked at the cross-border ferry that was gradually moving away and was invisible, and took back his gaze that was looking at the dark red sky.

Ye Shengqing looked around, and saw that everywhere he could see was a dark red gravel, and the canopy of the sky, which was also dark red and could not see the stars, the sun and the moon, formed a red barren world.

In front of Ye Shengqing was a building similar to a post station, and at this time, most of the outer monks who came by cross-border ferry with Ye Shengqing had already walked into the post station, leaving only Ye Shengqing and a few others still appreciating the strangeness of this world.

"It is said that in this [Nether], there is not only one side of our Sword Sect, but each side of the force can build a post station in the [Nether] to declare their territory. ”

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded from Ye Shengqing's side, Ye Shengqing turned his head to look, and saw that it was an elven woman with green eyes, pointed ears, and soft green hair who spoke.

Previously, on the cross-border ferry, these outer door monks had exchanged names, and Ye Shengqing knew that this elven woman who was not tall among the elves but was extremely good-looking was named Xiyue Chafeng, and it seemed that she had some connection with the Gulian Chafeng in the inner gate.

Ye Shengqing followed Xiyue Chasing Wind's words and responded with a smile: "Our Sword Sect's post station is also considered to be more in the entire [Nether Realm]. ”

Xiyue Chasing Wind's turquoise eyes looked at the dark red sky in the distance, and the outline of her side face looked very soft, she said, "Actually, my brother doesn't recommend me to come to the [Nether Realm] to practice, well, as you guessed, my brother is Gu Lian Chasing Wind." ”

Ye Shengqing had already guessed about the side, so he asked, "Why didn't you suggest you come, but why did you still come?"

Xiyue Chasing Wind said: "My brother said, the [Nether] aura is thin, and although the speed of time is several times slower than that of the Sword Sect, it will take your own years after all, and it will not be cost-effective in the long run. ”

When she said this, she paused for a moment, glanced at Ye Shengqing with her green eyes like a lake, and chuckled: "As for why I still came...... Hehe, because I want to see you. ”

"Look at me?" Ye Shengqing was puzzled for a while.

Xiyue Chasing Wind said: "That's right, I can see the style of that sword you cut out in the martial arts arena before." From that time, I was curious about what kind of man this Ye Shengqing was. ”

Hearing these extremely explicit words, especially if these words were said by an elven woman with outstanding appearance, Rao is Ye Shengqing's flexible mind couldn't help but stagnate, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing Ye Shengqing's embarrassment, Xiyue Chasing the Wind smiled, "Okay, I'm kidding you." With that, she moved lightly and walked to the post station first.

Ye Shengqing shook his head and followed him into the Nether Post Station that belonged to the Sword Sect.