An hour had passed in the dream, and a quarter of the black hourglass had fallen below.

On this ten-zhang platform, there are corpses and broken arms everywhere, and outsiders are dreaming, not as good as Shen Qiu's side, and there will be a scene reset after death.

In this area, which can be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the smell of blood is pungent.

The mountain ghost has lost count of how many times he has died.

Death again and again made his mind a little blurred, and the outside world was left behind, and only the last thought was left in his heart.

The old way in front of you must be killed!

It is like a long sword thrown on the iron felt, and the death is the hammer forging, and the fire is splashed everywhere, but no one knows what kind of light it will shine before the blade is formed.

This decisive fight, in the midst of death, the warmth that the mountain ghost has cultivated in recent years has been stripped away, and he seems to have returned to the posture of a man and ghost who was as cold as iron and walked alone with a sword.

It's like a wild beast that has been recalled, breaking through its cage and returning to the mountains and forests.

Each resurrection of death will make the next sword stabbed by the mountain ghost sharper and faster, and his figure is like a light that shuttles through the darkness.

Every time I recover, the first thing is to sacrifice myself for nine points, and fight for my life.

He's adapting.

Rapid adaptation and the rhythm of the battle.

The latter is extremely powerful, and his swordsmanship is superb, even if the mountain ghost desperately attacks, at most he will win a chance to win one or two swords, which is fleeting, and if he can't grasp it, it will be a waste of time.

Every time he died, he was also stripping off the stone clothes outside the jade, forcing out the innate potential in the mountain ghost's body.

He can be illiterate, the introduction of the Shadow Shocking Sword, proving that the mountain ghost's talent in swordsmanship is different from ordinary people, he practiced according to the sixty-four sword diagrams, and now he has reached the bottleneck of this swordsmanship.

It's like being trapped in the circle of swordsmanship, having reached the extreme of sword moves, and if you want to move forward and break through, you need more than just courage and talent.

He needed an opportunity.

Find a way for him to continue on the path of the sword.

And that opportunity.

Right in front of me, fighting again and again, witnessing the Shadow Sword, in the hands of Chengying Lao Dao, it was a completely different scenery, which was a higher level of scenery on the sword road.

It illuminates the eyes of the mountain ghosts under their masks.

The sword that sticks to tricks, in swinging again and again, in clumsy imitation, is learning.

I'm trying to break through the shackles of swordsmanship itself.,Try to learn the wisp of true meaning that only you can understand in swordsmanship.。

Shen Qiu, by chance, had already crossed that threshold.

The sword intent of the horseman, in his hands, extended the symbol of the sword intent that belonged to Shen Qiu alone.

But the sword of the mountain ghost lacks this artistic conception.

On the bank of the Jinling River, the old monk Yuanwu said that the swordsmanship of the mountain ghost had only its shape, which was telling him that if he wanted to take a step forward, he must find his own comprehension of the sword.

Ahead, just ahead.

In the hands of that old man, it seemed to be a real living Shadow Sword.

It's just one step away!

One last step!

"Huh"

The mountain ghost rubbed the blood path of his head, like a wild goose spreading its wings, and the sword shadow on his side danced wildly, and the shadows and shadows seemed to have merged with the phantom.

It's hard to tell the truth from the fake.

Every shadow seems to be the real him.

At the end of the blood-colored road, Lao Dao was holding the Chengying Sword, there were already several wounds on his body, his Dao robe was also tattered, and the hair bun on his head was cut open by a sword, which was already embarrassed.

The resentment in his eyes was very strong.

The immortal resented that it had done something wrong back then, and wanted to use the person in front of him as a knife to make it die.

It won't be that easy!

"Buzz"

Chengying was rising, just when the mountain ghost took the sword shadow in the sky and sacrificed himself into the old sword fence, a flower in front of his eyes seemed to be replaced on the top of Taihang Mountain, with a cold moon in the sky above his head, and starlight flashed.

A round of cold moon, born from the first quarter of the moon, the moon is full and the moon is lost, and between the flow of light and shadow, the shadow that should have been stabbed sharply has also differentiated into all kinds of wonders, a sword that is extremely slow and slow, and it is handed forward.

Under the cold moon, Chengying had no blade, only a swaying shadow remained.

This sword can't be dodged.

The mountain ghost has already realized in his heart that he is trapped in the sword intent of the moon, no matter how he dodges, as long as the place is under the moonlight, there will be a shadow and a cold blade.

This is the real usage of Chengying.

The sword of killing Dao is not in the blade, but in the heart.

Under the moon, it was like a thousand blades, cutting into the blood and bones, and sweeping away the soul.

But my own sword must also be pierced!

When a strong enemy is in front of him, how can he return without a sheath?

"Poof"

The moon shadow dissipated, and where the mountain ghost was, there was no longer a figure, only a blood-stained black sword remained, three feet in front of Lao Dao's body.

Lao Dao's chest had an extra sword wound.

It was the last sword stabbed out by the mountain ghost, fighting with his life, barely breaking the sword intent suppression.

"The junior is fierce."

Lao Dao sneered, touched his beard, and stepped forward with a sword in his left hand, looking at the mountain ghost who had come back to life in the stump and severed arm below the blood-colored road.

He said:

"But just relying on a ferocity, how can he be an old man's opponent?"

"Come again! Let's see if you ruined the old man's cultivation today, or if the old man killed you here. ”

The resurrected mountain ghost ignores the provocation of the old way.

He felt a touch of exhaustion, his mind had been out of his body for a long time, and looking back at the edge of the hourglass, Fuer stepped forward with his sword again, and pressed his body for nine minutes, and his body seemed to be burning.

Fang just stabbed out the sword himself, and he was already in harmony, but he still couldn't break through the old Taoist guard.

This shows that his swordsmanship has not yet reached the extreme, and there is still the possibility of taking a step closer.

The mountain ghost held the sword forward, and the black sword in his hand was also faintly humming.

It seems that the cold Chengying is also attracted by the scene of the two sword masters fighting, it used to let the mountain ghost hold it and hurt people, but it disdains the mountain ghost and never responds to the sword wielder.

It's just that at this moment, Chengying seems to feel that this mountain ghost is not bad.

The mountain ghost also felt the attention of the blade in his hand.

But he didn't care.

How sharp and powerful a sword is depends on the person who holds the sword, and for him, his sword path is not based on the shadow.

Above the dream, Shen Qiu silently watched this scene.

He watched the mountain ghosts attack the old road of Chengying again and again, and they were broken through the offensive again and again with various responses, and they often had to die many times before they could leave a sword wound on the old way.

It's like charging at a wall, hitting your head and bleeding, but still not changing direction.

But he's improving.

Shen Qiu could see it clearly.

The mountain ghost is like a sponge, absorbing nutrients in this seemingly endless death match.

He's learning.

Each sword is not only faster and sharper, in that non-stop chaotic battle, the swordsmanship of the mountain ghost is breaking through the bottleneck, and the sixty-four styles of the Shadow Shocking Sword can no longer restrain him.

Just like Xiao Tie learned the two swordsmanship of Canghai Strike Style and Changfeng Wanli Style from the Canghai Sword Technique, the mountain ghost at this time is like a budding flower.

The two extended swordsmanship of this immortal sword duel are being quickly mastered by the mountain ghosts.

Fast as lightning, there is no trace to be found, send and receive at will, such as the wild goose going south, and like the "Amazing Sword Style" of the killing sword.

There is also a sword shadow differentiation, move with your heart, transform dexterously, incarnate into tens of millions, and can use sword shadows to gather and scatter and kill the enemy.

The immortal sword is so miraculous.

Obviously, there is a set of swordsmanship, but there are two completely different understandings, and two completely different martial arts paths, but but, under the mountain ghost sword, these two swordsmanship that should be differentiated are being merged into one.

No.

It can't be called one.

It is the mountain ghost who is fusing his understanding of these two advanced swordsmanship together in countless battles to the death, and is shaping his own sword moves.

He's breaking through!

The bottleneck that locked the way forward has been smashed into cracks in the confrontation to the death again and again.

He's stepping out of his own kendo path.

Without the power of the sword and jade, this process would likely have lasted for many years, and in countless life and death intertwined, the true meaning of the sword technique was comprehended, but now, countless battles have been condensed in four hours of endless death fighting.

Every death represents a mistake.

In the next resurrection, this mistake will be made up for and improved until it is pushed into the most perfect realm.

"Huh"

The mountain ghost once again ascended to the end of the blood-colored road, and behind him, sword shadows flew one after another, each shadow using a sword move, as if many mountain ghosts were attacking at the same time.

Chengying Lao Dao handed out a sword.

There is also a sword shadow flying behind him.

There are obviously only two people on both sides fighting, but they seem to have the momentum of thousands of troops.

The sword shadow of the mountain ghost, and the sword shadow of the old way are spelled together, and they all use the shadow blade to break the soul with a sword, but in an instant, the shadows of the group are wiped out.

Lao Dao sneered, and Chengying threw out a cold light and pierced the mountain ghost in front of him with a sword.

But as the shadow of the sword dissipated, there was nothing left in front of him.

Wrong!

Where is the mountain ghost body?

As soon as this thought arose, a terrifying sword stabbed at his side.

The sword wind goes, and the old Taoist hair blows sideways.

The sword light flew like lightning, only towards the neck of the old Dao.

Under the sword light, there was already a light of victory in the eyes of the mountain ghost.

"Buzz"

Cold Moon Regeneration.

The blade of the sword has pressed against the neck of the old man.

But the Moon Lack Immortal Sword was forced out again, and where the moonlight came, everything died.

The moon lacks sword intent and dissipated in the next moment.

Chengying Lao Dao's neck was pierced by three points, and he was only a few inches short of breaking his spine.

In the middle of the sea of corpse and blood, the mountain ghost holding the shadow came back to life again.

Without saying a word, he attacked again.

Time is running out.

This battle to the death will also come to an end.

The threat of mountain ghosts is increasing rapidly.

Chengying Lao Dao, in the face of the immortal swordsman in front of him, his heart became more and more desperate, and he had to use the Moon Lack Immortal Sword again and again in order to suppress the mountain ghosts that kept attacking.

But the moon lacks the immortal sword, it is the supreme swordsmanship of the immortal gate, and the emphasis is not heavy.

In other words, the sword moves of the old way have actually been broken by the mountain ghosts.

At this time, it was using this wisp of sword intent to bully the mountain ghosts, just like Shen Qiu was bullying Qingqing with his sword intent.

It's a last resort.

"It's just that the sword intent is missing."

Shen Qiu could see clearly that the soul of the old Dao was a remnant soul, and all means could not be used.

When he touched the Shadow Sword, the old Dao phantom he summoned should be the Divine Soul Phantom in front of him.

Looking at its posture, compared with thousand-year-old ghosts such as Dongling Immortal Jun, whether it is the strength of the divine soul or the means used, it is too much worse, and it should not be a character from a thousand years ago.

Thinking of the story of the mountain ghost picking up Chengying, this old way is likely to be the head of the Taihang Immortal Gate when it was destroyed.

This is also an immortal cultivator in the era of the end of the law.

Shen Qiu looked at the hourglass on the side of the platform, only the last layer of quicksand was left, the limit of four hours was almost reached, and the mountain ghost had already broken through the sword technique.

This dream duel has achieved its goal.

Martial arts is too ethereal to be found.

I also borrowed the power of the sword and jade to get the true meaning from the shaking sword, but this kind of cheating method cannot be replicated on the mountain ghost.

"The old evil spirit, bullying people with sword intent, my brother, in fact, has already won."

Shen Qiu's voice sounded in the heart of the mountain ghost.

He said:

"The time is almost up, do you want to continue fighting?"

"Fight!"

The voice of the mountain ghost was hoarse, and in the long laughter, it brought up a sky-shattering pride.

"Let's see, if you give my brother a sword, I'll kill it!"

Just like countless times before, in that long laugh, Gongsun Yu's figure swept into the air, and among the corpses everywhere, the sword shadows flew one after another, and he attacked the old way of Chengying again.

"Kill!"

A roar burst out from under the mountain ghost mask, and the eyes that had gone through death bloomed with bright light.

This is who he really is.

Under the indifferent appearance, it is a soul that will never be afraid to fight, and the external stone clothes have been stripped away after the next death, and the peerless jade has also come out of the mountains.

He loved the feeling, the feeling of wandering between life and death.

"Bang"

Something seems to be broken.

Shen Qiu could even hear the clear sound, like a cracked wall, which had finally turned into a piece of debris under the impact of countless sacrifices.

And behind that wall, in the smoke and dust, the mountain ghost stood with a sword.

The whole body is covered in blood, and the waist pole is straight.

It's like being reborn from the ashes, and it's so bright.

In front of him, at the top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, under the gaze of the dim eyes of the countless heads that belonged to him, under the witness of countless bloody shadows that were inserted into the ground.

The Chengying Sword in the hand of the mountain ghost was against the neck of the old Chengying Dao.

This time, before the Moon Lack Sword Intent could be unfolded, it was broken by a sword from the mountain ghost.

It is true that he does not yet have his own sword intent.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as the sword is out fast enough.

Before that round of cold moon wields the moonlight, the sword can be drawn faster than the light, and the battle can be ended.

Chengying Lao Dao's face was full of astonishment.

It had never encountered such a swordsman in its life.

The sword of the mountain ghost just now was as fast as light.

It lost.

Lost completely.

"Huh"

The mountain ghost raised his wrist, held Chengying upside down, and took a step back, but did not cut off the sword, nor did he take away all the martial arts subtleties of this old way as Shen Qiu said.

He's broken through.

There is also no need for the martial arts of a loser.

The shadow sword in the hand of the mountain ghost is beating more and more violently, the previous shadow sword master has been defeated, and today it is time to find another sword bearer, it is calling to the mountain ghost.

At this moment, on the platform, thousands of shadow-bearing illusions inserted into the ground were all shattered at this moment.

The arrogant sword finally stretched out his hands to the indifferent mountain ghost and sent an invitation.

But the mountain ghost didn't pay attention.

Just don't be aware of it.

He threw up his head and said to the cold, reflected starry sky above him:

"Send me back."

"I'm tired..."