In the Zhige Hall, Su Xiao Beggar pushed a wheelchair to the red-sleeved lady, and the red-sleeved lady was in a bad mood during this time, so Su Xiao beggar also wisely did not speak, but held a sword in his right hand and waved it to himself.

Since Su Xiao beggar practiced swordsmanship, his temperament has been much better than before, and he has become more patient.

What are you kidding, my master said at the beginning, when he practiced swords, he swung, stabbed, teased, and stroked 3,000 times a day, and often practiced until his arm was sore. And Su Xiaobeg, as Xu Yongzheng's only disciple at present, naturally wanted to pass on this kind of hard work, he had no way to swing his sword on the ground, so he sat in a wheelchair and practiced. In the eyes of outsiders, he is just a child playing with wooden swords, but Su Xiao beggar doesn't care, and practices wooden swords more seriously.

The red-sleeved lady was in a daze with her cheeks, there was no accident, she didn't sleep well last night.

"That guy broke in?"

Su Xiao beggar subconsciously answered: "Who?" The wooden sword in his hand waved, and he was full of tigers.

"If only he had died inside. ”

"Ah," Su Xiao beggar snorted in pain, because he had just pushed too hard, and waved his arm to the wheelchair.

"With such understanding, you have to practice swords. Little beggar, you have no hope. ”

Su Xiao beggar was not discouraged, he practiced again, and did not forget to say: "Aunt Red Sleeves, I still have to tell you, you can't call me a little beggar in the future, you can call me Su Buyi, or call me Su Buyi, or call me Su Daxia." ”

"Why don't you call Su Poyi? Whose idea was it to change the name? ”

"Naturally, it was my own idea, my master told me last time, there is a surname and no name, and it is destined to be a wild ghost. And I worship at his door, and I will have a name from now on. ”

"With so many fame, how is the swordsmanship? He didn't teach you anything. ”

Su Xiao beggar stopped practicing his sword, looked at the red-sleeved lady, and showed off: "Of course, who is my master? He taught me the essentials of the sword tricks at once, how about he? He's amazing, isn't he?"

"I didn't teach you the artistic conception? Hmph, it seems that you cheap apprentice is really easy to fool. The red-sleeved lady is still a little dissatisfied with Xu Yongzheng.

"My master said, if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, you can't use the sword technique, and if you don't temper the qi, you won't be able to develop an artistic conception. He came step by step. ”

"My master also said that he has only been practicing swords for four years, and I still have a great chance to step into the artistic conception level in the future. When the time comes, Aunt Red Sleeves, I will ensure that you eat fragrant food and drink spicy food. ”

"Is it your master at every turn?" The red-sleeved lady slapped the table and said angrily: "Believe it or not, I'll go collect your master's body now?"

Su Xiao beggar dared to talk more, lowered his head, and said, "I was wrong. ”

"However, can he really break through the Dust Returning Array?" asked Su Xiao weakly.

The red-sleeved lady waved her sleeves and said coldly, "God knows." ”

And Xu Yongzheng finally walked the complete stone steps and came to the gravel, which was almost powdery, and there were not even stones the size of watermelons.

"What's going on here?"

Xu Yongzheng's doubts gathered in his heart, and the sword in his hand was tightly clenched in his hand.

Sure enough, the next moment, a wave of air like a waterfall sloped down the stone wall.

Xu Yongzheng's Xuanyi sword was raised above his head, and he went upstream, and a sword qi split the wave of qi. The sword qi smashed on the stone wall, not like just now, and did not leave many traces. Xu Yongzheng took a closer look, and the color of the stone wall was black, and he couldn't see any material.

After the waves were split, they tilted to the side, hit the gravel, and grinded a few pieces of gravel into dust.

It turned out that the powder was turned from stone by the waves of inclined air.

Xu Yongzheng did not stop, and moved forward again.

The waves were becoming more and more frequent, and so were the waves that fell on the rocks, and some of those stones were large enough to be washed down the cliffs.

Walking further up, Xu Yongzheng only felt that the wave of qi was getting bigger and bigger, so he quickened his pace, and the Xuanyi Sword in his hand was also waved more frequently.

When he arrived at a platform, Xu Yongzheng's face was covered with dust, and there was also a thick layer of dust on his body, which were all gravel powder.

After this toss, Rao is Xu Yongzheng's qi is long, and he is also a little tired. He didn't know how many times he could urge the mood, but fortunately, he could stay here more and rest for a while.

The scenery here is slightly better, with five huge stone walls next to the platform, stacked on top of each other, like a flower in full bloom.

The five stone walls are not square, but semi-circular stone walls, just like the peaks of the mountains, and I don't know whether they are naturally generated or artificially set, so they are created by heaven and earth.

I saw that there was faintly visible handwriting on the stone wall, but unfortunately, Xu Yongzheng didn't know it. And if you look closely, the size of these five stone walls is still different, and the undulations are also different.

Xu Yongzheng gradually looked a little stupid, and those stone walls seemed to have vitality, and they moved.

Xu Yongzheng looked at the five stone walls, which were obviously there, but they seemed to be different from just now.

Slowly, Xu Yongzheng only felt a little depressed, as if those stone walls were pressing towards him.

He looked at it and found that the stone wall was shining with a rich jade brilliance from the afterglow of the sun.

Xu Yongzheng's chest was a little stuffy, as if a big stone was pressing on his heart, making him angry.

In life, you must breathe a sigh of relief. Xu Yongzheng couldn't spit out this breath for a long time, and his face also turned a little red.

His throat also became difficult to swallow, and in turn, his neck was a little red.

He faintly felt that those stone walls were playing tricks, so the long sword in his hand swung out, and it was a sword qi that shot towards one of the stone walls.

That sword qi should have smashed on the stone wall and smashed the stone wall to pieces, but Xu Yongzheng didn't hear any sound, and the sword qi disappeared without a trace.

Xu Yongzheng painfully put down the somewhat redundant knife, and a musty smell began to appear in his mouth, which he had tasted, and it was the smell of moss on the stones.

He suspected that he had been poisoned, but he had never heard of any poison that could be so powerful.

His feet began to go numb, and his feet seemed to be stepping on a stone pit, and they bound him tightly.

Xu Yongzheng's Xuanyi sword wiped his forehead, and the familiar flame mark between his eyebrows reappeared, this time the flame kept changing, more vivid and moving, and more vigorous.

His eyes began to see something different.

It turned out that the five stone walls had long since risen to an unknown extent, and had completely covered out the sunlight above his head.

It was no longer a stone wall, but five peaks of almost the same size, on which the vegetation and leaves were visible, and the stones on those mountains began to slowly fill the flat land.

This is the true face of the Dust Returning Array.

Dust to dust, soil to earth, five peaks, all broken and buried a person, the sword must be ancient.

Xu Yongzheng did not hesitate, the air was filled with white mist, and in a moment, a dull and heavy meaning was born under his Xuanyi sword.

In ancient times, there were giants, whose bodies were as high as the sky, and whose strength was immeasurable. The arm is waved to break the mountain, and the mountain is broken at the waist, and its marks are like mirrors. The giant senses, knows its sharpness, feels its momentum, weighs it with his hands, and caresses it.

The arms are like soldiers, like knives and swords, and then there are the first generation of soldiers, which are extremely sharp.

With the momentum of the sword, the mountain is broken.

At this moment, there seems to be a big mountain behind Xu Yongzheng, which is towering to the sky, even taller than the five peaks.

Xu Yongzheng's expression was serious, and the Xuanyi Sword in his hand changed again, giving birth to a completely different sharp cutting meaning. A snow-bright silver light flickered, and under the edge, in a trance, a ray of light flashed like lightning.

Heaven and earth are silent, the height of the mountain reaches dozens of zhang, the upper half of the mountain is broken by an invisible hand, and then in that big hand becomes smashed like a smash, every stone, every tree, every wisp of dust and smoke, are imitation of the way of heaven.

The power of the Heavenly Dao, how can manpower defeat it.

Xu Yongzheng's artistic conception of Zheyue finally made a breakthrough again after a few months.