The history is blurred and the blood is new, and the sword spirit is full of strength.

The years have been flowing endlessly, and thousands of years later, when people mentioned the name Li Anmin, they all showed a look of reverence, and talked about his sharp sword intent with relish. But they never imagined that Li Anmin, who was known as the strongest swordsman in history, was actually lying on the stone steps when he used his sword intent for the first time.

There are patches of white mist rising in the forests of Guyan Mountain, and the white mist at the source is even more abundant, and it has actually condensed into white clouds, and at the end of the white clouds is the nine-step stone steps.

I saw Li Anmin looking like a dead dog, and the whole person was lying tightly on the stone steps. A pair of arms were strangely bent, and the swarthy three-foot Qingfeng was hidden in the sheath, and the material was extremely hard, which made Li Anmin grin in unison. Although his appearance was extremely crippled, Li Anmin's eyes were blazing, and a pair of eyes were purring and turning, thinking about what to do.

"What the hell is Master Huang doing, the Qingfeng sword has become a burning stick, and the texture of the scabbard is better if you want him to make it, it's really a dead master." The Qingfeng sword is slender, but the scabbard is wide and abnormal, Master Huang doesn't know what material he chose, and the entire scabbard is also black and shining. It doesn't hurt to be pitch black, the important thing is that the scabbard is black and symmetrical, not like the Qingfeng sword, black and white, like smoke and fire.

It was really uncomfortable, Li Anmin couldn't help but move his arm that had been broken under the heavy pressure, trying to pull it out of his body, but his arms had been broken, and the suction of this stone step was huge, so he didn't have any strength. His eyebrows were furrowed, Li Anmin took a deep breath, as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered: "Sword, sword intent, the two armies face off against each other!" ”

There are two mysteries in Li Anmin's body, one is the ghostly qi that spreads all over the body's blood, and the other is the two magical patterns hidden in the sea of knowledge. Since this place seems to be isolated from heaven and earth, and there is not a trace of the netherworld, why not try the two pictures that you got by accident?

By chance, the Netherworld Qi came into contact with the word Gu Yan, and the picture of the two armies facing each other flowed in Li Anmin's mind, and then the picture was frozen, and a picture was generated. Because the two armies are about to fight a decisive battle, Li Anmin called it a picture of the confrontation between the two armies.

Then he saw that the smooth stone wall blocked the way ahead, and with the blessing of the ghostly qi, Li Anmin regained a picture, painting a sword light outside the sky, cutting down half of the mountain, Li Anmin called it a sword cutting the mountain.

Because of the simple long sword drawn in the confrontation between the two armies, Li Anmin saw the familiarity and became a little more attentive, but he didn't expect to realize a sharp sword intent from it. Thinking of this, Li Anmin was overjoyed in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Heaven and earth are separated from the netherworld, but they are separated from the two treasure maps that continue to exist in the sea of my knowledge!" ”

The two pictures were obtained from the Guyan Mountain, and they could naturally be used in the Guyan Mountain. But the most worthwhile question is endless, the first and most important question is how to reproduce the two pictures? The previous two pictures were obtained by touching or smoothing the stone wall with Netherworld Qi in both hands, but since the Netherworld Qi has been exhausted when opening the Netherworld Eye, how could this be born?

Fang pushed open a door, only to see three locks hanging in front of him. How could Li Anmin not be anxious in his heart, only to see him lose his mind, and muttered in his mouth: "The two armies are facing each other, and one sword cuts the mountain." As he spoke, his eyes closed, and he struggled to recall what the two pictures looked like. was meditating on the breath of hard thought, knowing that the gentle breath suddenly spread out from Li Anmin's sea, like a breeze blowing on his face, like spring rain falling into his heart. The expression on Li Anmin's face instantly relaxed, and blue light curtains suddenly flashed in the sea of knowledge, as if rain had fallen from the sky, but it turned into mist and scattered.

After the spring breeze, the blue mist disappeared in an instant, and Li Anmin had time to express his surprise anxiously. It turned out that he found that he actually saw his own sea of vision at this moment, "Could it be that this is the ability to look at oneself in the era of monks recorded in the book?" Li Anmin muttered.

Thanks to his father's blessing, Li Anmin has read a lot of books since he was a child, and he has read records about "inward view". He even knew the written language of the ancestors, not to mention some biographies from the monks' time.

In addition to joy, Li Anmin looked at his own sea of knowledge. Knowing the sea and knowing the sea, it is naturally like the sea, but Li Anmin looked at it but was speechless in horror. There is only a drop of blue water in my mind, where is this sea of knowledge, it is clearly a drop of knowledge! Although Zhihai is small, Li Anmin's fortunately is full of bookshelves, most of which are empty, and there is only one picture album. The cover of the album is painted with two ghost drawings of curious insects, which are just the "Gu Yan" engraved on the boulder. Li Anmin wanted to see the contents of the scroll, but as soon as his consciousness moved, the scroll unfolded. There are nine pages in the scroll, and only the first and fifth pages each have a picture, which is exactly the two pictures of the two armies facing each other and slashing the mountain with a sword.

Li Anmin only felt that his body was faintly numb, so he stopped looking at it and looked straight towards the confrontation between the two armies.

Regardless of anything else, Li Anmin's eyes were blazing and he stared at the ancient long sword, with his previous experience, Li Anmin was dual-minded, while concentrating on observing the mysterious sword intent circulating on the ancient long sword, while fantasizing that he was holding the long sword and kept practicing. The sword intent on the ancient long sword was too mysterious, and it was faintly shocking. Perhaps it was because he noticed that Li Anmin had been observing him for a long time, and the mysterious sword intent suddenly flashed with a burst of luster, and the young man chuckled in his heart, startled by this sudden flash. But the ensuing scene made Li Anmin show a bitter face, because he found that the chuckling in his heart was early.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

With the flicker of the sword intent of the ancient long sword, Li Anmin felt a stinging pain in his head, like a steel needle entering the flesh, and in an instant, the cold sweat on Li Anmin's head was a little more. "It's nothing more than pain, so what's the matter if you hold a few more points." Li Anmin was already dizzy, but he gritted his teeth and no longer evolved sword moves, but just insisted wholeheartedly. did not leave a way out for himself, Li Anmin was worried about small things that had nothing to do with his family and country, but they were big things that he could not retreat from.

There are no other things, there are only three things: Dad, Liuying, Chen Fanfan.

The Buddha felt the stubbornness of the young man, and it seemed to be deliberately playing, only to see the simple sword intent flickering twice again. Li Anmin took a deep breath and prepared for the sting. But this time, in addition to holding on, he divided a mental perception suggestion to evolve sword moves. The light flashed twice, and under the huge stinging pain, blood stains appeared in Li Anmin's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. But this blood is not shed in vain, and Li Anmin's share of thoughts is finally rewarded. Observing the sword intent and evolving the sword moves, Li Anmin's heart was a little sharper and sharper, and the shattering sword intent he had felt before was a little more in an instant.

Next to the blue droplets in the sea of knowledge, the shadows of two simple long swords were born. It's just that the sword shadow is too empty, not to mention discerning the gap, if you don't pay attention, I'm afraid you will ignore the past.

With a hint of joy on his face, Li Anmin continued to observe. As soon as the phantom shadows of the two long swords in the sea of knowledge appeared, the ancient long sword in the confrontation map between the two armies trembled slightly. Li Anmin looked at it fixedly, and saw that the mysterious sword intent circulating on the ancient long sword was not only flashing at this moment, but also slowly flowing. The light flickered, very dazzling, Li Anmin held his breath and concentrated, but there was a trace of worry in his heart, the sword intent was faintly violent, he was timid in his heart, I don't know if he can catch it this time.

Li Anmin exhaled lightly, only to see that his face was straight, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he looked at the sword. But a surprising scene reappeared, seeing that the ancient long sword was shaking more violently, and the sword intent was flowing more and more rapidly, Li Anmin was ready to fight to the death, but he never expected that the sword intent was flowing rapidly, and the mysteries in each with different halos were faintly split. In an instant, nine ancient long swords were conjured, flashing with various colors of brilliance, and scattered in all directions.

One of the nine long swords that split out was silver, and I saw that it was shining brightly, faintly connected with a long sword phantom in the sea of consciousness. The phantom of the long sword in the sea of knowledge instantly began to condense. I saw a little bit of silver light flickering, with a sharp edge, and slowly condensed from the hilt of the sword little by little.

Seeing the silver points of light forming a sword hilt in front of his eyes, Li Anmin only felt a trace of sharpness like blowing hair and breaking hair, Li Anmin's body and mind were shocked, the sword intent turned into breath, and the luster in Li Anmin's eyes was a little sharper, and the whole person showed more edges. Fang felt the change in the master's breath, and the Qingfeng Sword that was pressed under Li Anmin let out a tremble, and there was a light sound of "ding".

The sound of "ding" was overwhelming, and two ghost painting talismans were born in Li Anmin's sea of knowledge, which were firmly imprinted on the hilt of the sword. Ignoring the trembling of the Qingfeng Sword, the young man was suddenly attracted by the words of the ancestors, and when he looked at it, the corners of his mouth couldn't hide a smile.

It turned out that he knew these two words, and they were written as "sharp".

Li Anmin, who was trapped on the stone steps, made leapfrog progress, but he didn't know that the red tassel that treated him wholeheartedly was about to be decided.

I saw a ghost master in a black robe hiding aside, and the three-horse flying knife that was killed by the mad Ma Sandao pierced through the entire chest, and fell from the sky in an instant. The ghost master's feet couldn't help but move a little, but they stopped alive and again, and they trembled faintly. The red tassel landed in the middle of a bush, his eyes looked in the direction where Li Anmin was, and he chuckled and dispersed the last trace of breath. There were three blood holes on her body, and one of them went straight through her chest, and the blood couldn't stop flowing. Ma Sandao, who was in a frenzy, couldn't stop twitching the tip of his nose, smelled the smell of blood in the air, and shouted wildly in the sky, beating his chest and running away in the direction where the bloody breath came from.

Soon, he found the place where the red tassel fell, only to see him look crazy, raised his leg and kicked the body of the red tassel whose residual heat gradually dissipated, and suddenly lay on the ground viciously, opened his bloody mouth at the red tassel, and bit her neck.

Seeing this scene, the ghost master's hands behind his back couldn't help but clench into fists, and his body trembled.

"Well, that's it."

Hearing only a sigh, the ghost master's figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared next to Hongying, only to see him raise his leg and kick Ma Sandao out with a kick, and then stuffed a pill into Hongying's mouth, and then picked up Hongying and disappeared into the mountains and forests.