The next day, the rain fell all night, and only stopped in the morning, and the big dirt road in front of the inn was full of mud puddles, and the children who were running from east to west had to play carefully, and the youngest son of the family accidentally stepped into the mud puddle, and his grandfather hurriedly carried him back with a cane to teach him a lesson, and the crowd of children laughed when they saw the situation.

At the top of the Green River, no different from usual, Chen Changxiao sat cross-legged on the edge of the flat ground, the air was very fresh in the early morning after the heavy rain, and the five elements of heaven and earth Lingqi were naturally dense. He operated the dantian, adjusted the tendons and veins, sealed his fingers, closed his eyes and fell into cultivation.

After noon, after eating some food that he brought with him, digesting it for a while, he summoned the Cangling Sword, unfolded the Seven Shadow Steps, and swung out two sets of swordsmanship, only once, and began to practice the Cangqing Sword Technique. The Heavenly Grade Inferior Exercises are supernatural to the extreme, and some people can only practice to the highest spiritual grade level in their lives, or even less than the superiors, but he can practice the Heavenly Grade Sword Technique at the age of nineteen, which can be described as the treatment of the genius disciples of the inner door of the Super Xuanmen.

Since he has obtained such an exercise, he naturally cannot be ambiguous, but in the process of practicing, he found that this sword technique consumes too much spiritual power, and if he uses it with all his strength, he will run out of oil and dry up at most three times, and it seems that this heavenly product is not what he can bear now.

After practicing Cangqing swordsmanship, he breathed for a moment, closed his eyes, his spiritual power and sword talisman sensed each other, and two sword tricks slowly appeared in his mind, and he said lightly:

"The sword comes out of the cold light and the sword rays, and the emperor rises from the world!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly opened his eyes, his dark green eyes flashed with some white light, and his gaze was like a sharp sword, if he cultivated to reach the Yuan Dao realm, as a sword cultivator, he could take a person's life with his eyes!

The body does not stop, and the sword body is shaken to make a move, the sword qi is like a mang, and the sword light is like a cold. A few swords stabbed out, like a dragon swimming, illusory and charming, and then the second move, flipping the whole body, the thorn turned into a slash, the sound of the sword roared, like a dragon roaring, the momentum was like a flood, and I wanted to kill everything!

Practicing these two swordsmanship, Chen Changxiao found that this swordsmanship is very exquisite, it is not like the general exercises, the higher the grade of the cultivator's cultivation requirements, he can't feel the grade of this Cangling swordsmanship, but it can be guessed that this Cangling swordsmanship is very likely to be an advanced form of the exercise, it will be improved according to the cultivator's cultivation, if one day he can reach the peak of cultivation, then this Cangling swordsmanship is not too much to promote to the holy product.

Chen Changxiao had read this kind of advanced form exercise when he was reading miscellaneous books before, but it was just a few simple written records, which were very vague, which probably meant that there was not necessarily such a thing in this world, but now that he had met it, he immediately felt very lucky.

"It is worthy of the inheritance of 100,000 years of divine beasts, and it can live for 100,000 years, and that wisdom must be above human beings, and it is impossible to create this thing. ”

Thinking of this, Chen Changxiao felt more and more that this was an advanced exercise, and it was also a sword technique!

For an hour in a row, Chen Changxiao practiced these two styles of swordsmanship nearly a hundred times in a row, and each time he could feel the joy of the sword talisman overflowing in the palm of his hand, and the power of the Cangling Sword as an artifact was vividly displayed, and he could be sure that if he met someone who was one level higher than himself, he would be very sure that he could fight him head-on, or even defeat him.

After a long time, Chen Changxiao has finished practicing the swordsmanship and heaven-shaking pole he has learned, and now the time is to practice the ghost lotus sword song, at this moment he no longer needs to take out the scroll, yesterday he has written down all the contents of the scroll, just need to remember.

I saw that his expression was calm, his left palm was forceful, the green-veined ghost talisman appeared, but there was no ghost fire, Chen Changxiao's dark green eyes emitted a faint light, it looked very weird, closed his eyes, and silently recited the mantra in the swordsmanship scroll in his heart, gradually, the ghost talisman flickered, as if he had been induced, Chen Changxiao said in his heart Sure enough, this ghost talisman and the ghost lotus sword song must be related, almost created by Chen Qing, but later he died, and the lost sword technique was picked up by Qingjunmen？

Thinking of this, he didn't think about it anymore, he couldn't think of anything anyway, his mind was empty, and he only left the kung fu content of the Ghost Lotus Sword Song.

He opened his eyes, and the Cangling Sword held in his right hand was suddenly released, and it flew into the air and spun, the tip of the sword drew a graceful arc, Chen Changxiao took two steps forward and turned into the air, stretching out his left hand to hold the hilt of the sword. Just as the palm of his hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword, a trace of green fire erupted on the path of the ghost rune.

Without waiting for the blink of an eye, he held the sword in his left hand, and in an instant, the whole body of the Cangling Sword emitted a dark green single light, above the light light, he could clearly see that there was a fine fire burning, Chen Changxiao suddenly felt that the strength of his left hand was doubled, his palm was hot, and his eyes became more dark green, even if there was no one around, his expression still carried a strong killing intent.

The long clothes on his body were windless, revealing the aura of death, and a little hideous appeared on his face, and the next moment, he raised his sword upward, and the ghost lotus quickly flashed fourteen moves in his mind, and the movements in his hands were correct.

From beginning to end, at the end of each sword, a sword qi wave will be condensed, cutting and slashing out, like a thousand ghosts!

"The vast world is 30,000 miles, and I don't know how many ghosts will walk behind me!"

Every time he makes a move, he will shout a word in turn, until the last move, his whole body is burning with ghost fire, his eyes are awe-inspiring, he jumps in the air, continues to roar, a sword falls, the soles of his feet hit the ground, smoke and dust rise, his long clothes come out of the wind, scattering in all directions, the ghost fire on his body is mixed with the wind and spreads rapidly, the ghost fire is getting stronger and stronger, and the entire mountain top is burned by ghost fire.

At this moment, Chen Changxiao seemed to have lost control, bent his knees and forced, and soared into the air, the Cangling Sword was halfway down with the center of gravity of his body, and where the ghost fire was burning, there were several twisted dead spirits looming out from below. He raised his head to the sky and roared, like a bell, echoing in the mountains, and then, the necromancer had already exposed half of its body, and its body was a little condensed, he continued to roar, and the necromancer continued to drill up.

Later, after five or six sounds, Chen Changxiao's voice became hoarse, and the green tendons all over his body were like green snakes, trying to break free from under his skin. The necronomicon was only half of his calf, and he was still roaring uncontrollably, his body trembling, and his throat would burst if he continued to shout like this.

At this moment, a big hand hit the back, a stream of pure spiritual power came from the palm of his hand, Chen Changxiao felt that the power of the ghost talisman in his left hand was being suppressed, and he was about to draw his sword to resist, but he couldn't move, and with another force in his hand, Chen Changxiao's throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body lost strength, his left hand let go and drooped, and the ghost fire in his whole body was pulled out like a soul and dissipated, the ghost fire and necromancer in the radius turned into powder and disappeared, and the Cangling Sword turned into a streamer of light flowing into the sword talisman.