"However, no matter how endowed a person is, he can't practice it in such a short time, let me listen carefully, Sodros has left the following words for future generations."

"The heart and sword are one, or the sword of Sodros, when you cultivate to the point where you have a sword in your heart, a heart in your sword, and a sword in your heart, you can already be proficient in all weapons."

"Actually, it's just continuous cultivation, cultivation, cultivation, and the ultimate ghost sword technique is indiscriminate, it can use all kinds of weapons to launch attacks like a storm."

"You need a more brutal trial, give full play to all the skills you have, and then survive, and that's how the ultimate ghost sword technique is obtained."

What made Dongfang Xiao feel a little puzzled was that this time. The place where D is located is not a dangerous place where monsters are rampant, nor is it a gladiatorial arena where strong men are like clouds, but just a hillside that doesn't even have a name.

“. D, this should be it......"

Dongfang Xiao squatted in front of a lonely tombstone, there was no name on the tombstone, only a text from time to time. And just as Dongfang Xiao was completely focused on the tombstone in front of him, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

In front of him was a middle-aged man, he was covered with big scars, and even on his right arm, he no longer had the right hand, which was very important as a swordsman. And his left hand is holding this heavy giant sword, and on his face, there is no emotional fluctuation to be seen.

"This is a powerful swordsman - at least he is very strong inside." Dongfang Xiao secretly said that for a person who has lost his right hand, it is even more difficult to achieve something in swordsmanship, let alone use such a heavy giant sword with one hand.

"That's it. D, a harsher trial......" Dongfang Xiao said secretly in his heart, pulling out the giant sword behind his back.

"Let's make a move!"

"So fast!"

At the moment when the battle began, Dongfang Xiao knew that he was wrong, the swordsman in front of him was not only strong in his heart, but also his strength!

"Dangchang!" A symphony of gold and iron sounded, Dongfang Xiao's hands were numb from the shock, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand, but the swordsman in front of him didn't give him any chance to fight back, and the heavy giant sword smashed towards his body!

"Poof—"

Dongfang Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Dongfang Xiao's mouth, and looked at the tombstone in front of him in horror, his experience was definitely not just as simple as the environment, and the blood that spurted out also proved that his was hit hard!

"What a terrifying swordsman......"

Dongfang Xiao touched his chest with palpitations, took out some healing elixir, and entered the cultivation state again Zheng With this potion and his powerful body at the level of the Venerable Realm, only half a day later, Dongfang Xiao's injuries had already recovered 9 percent, and after a little hesitation, he once again set his eyes on the seemingly ordinary stone tablet.

And this time it was not a middle-aged man who appeared in front of him, judging from his dress, it seemed to be a noble young man, the noble green face was pale, and he seemed to be very weak, and he wore a gorgeous short sword around his waist, and on the hilt of the short sword, it was inlaid with a precious gem. For the aristocracy, most of this kind of saber is just an ornament, the shape is gorgeous, and the material is noble, but as for the power of the saber itself, they don't care too much.

Dongfang Xiao was greeted by gorgeous swordsmanship, although this swordsmanship was very gorgeous, but it was not necessary to have a appearance, Dongfang Xiao, who thought that he had completely mastered the ghost swordsmanship, only had the power to parry for a while, and finally, after a few minutes, the gorgeous short sword stabbed into Dongfang Xiao's body fiercely.

"Failed again......"

Dongfang Xiao, who once again highlighted a mouthful of blood, was a little unconvinced, and after repairing his own injuries, he challenged the tombstone again.

The old man, the rampant swordsman, the general of the army...... Every time Dongfang Xiao has to face different enemies, but these enemies have one characteristic, that is, extremely powerful swordsmanship, in dozens of battles in a row, Dongfang Xiao has not been able to last for ten minutes once, and now he finally understands. D's tougher training didn't have the slightest bit of moisture.

However, the benefits of such a battle are naturally self-evident, in every battle, Dongfang Xiao must do his best to fight, and in such a continuous battle, his swordsmanship is also improving rapidly.

Spring goes to autumn, Dongfang Xiao doesn't know how many years he has passed, and he doesn't know how many battles he has experienced, he only knows that when he faces those masters, he slowly goes from passive defense to being able to fight back by chance, and then to being able to fight with the other party. Finally, in the midst of a battle, Dongfang Xiao, who was still covered in scars and even lost an arm, stabbed the sword in his hand into the opponent's heart

Everything in front of him shattered, and the figures of many swordsmen appeared in front of Dongfang Xiao's eyes, some of them were not strangers to Dongfang Xiao, these were the swordsmen who had been fighting with him during this time. Suddenly, a "Dongfang Xiao" resurfaced from Dongfang Xiao's body and walked towards the crowd, and at this time, a huge flow of information poured into his mind

The appearance of a large amount of information made Dongfang Xiao have a splitting headache, and before he could check what this information was, two prompts suddenly appeared in front of Dongfang Xiao's eyes:

Comprehended: Extreme Ghost Swordsmanship (Truncated Iron Style)

Comprehended: Extreme Ghost Sword (Storm Style)

The breeze gently blew across the hill, and the inscription on the tombstone also caught Dongfang Xiao's eyes:

I'm ordinary.

As a swordsman's qualifications, he doesn't even have the same level as his peers.

Among the talented people, how ordinary I am,

Jealousy, self-loathing, despair...... The ghosts and gods that eat away at my wrists eat away at my soul day and night,

I realized that it was only the "desire to live" that all human beings were given equally.

And ah, it didn't take long for me to understand that it wasn't actually my consciousness.

Even so, I believe that I will be useful, and there will always be something to be discovered.

Even if it ends in despair, I will swing my sword with determination.

So, as I ushered in the end of my life, I learned that the talent given to me is "ordinary"! Looking back on my life, that's the answer I get.

Experiencing hardships in cultivation is the proof that you are born for your beliefs.

I dreamed that I was flying in the air with all my weapons,

Now, I have no regrets, mediocre qualifications, but it is not a sin to have extraordinary dreams.

Thank you for letting me dance my sword freely.

It's a perfect life,

Juggernaut rests here.