"Master rest assured, tomorrow will definitely surprise those Snow Countrymen. Kou Youxia took the head, put it into the space ring, and said respectfully.

Ning Buregret bowed slightly, looked at Ning Gucheng, and asked, "Father, how are you feeling now?"

"It's okay, after that cold air was forced out by you, I don't have anything to do now. ”

Ning Gucheng smiled heartily and said with a full sense of authenticity.

Seeing that Ning Gucheng was now completely recovered, Ning Bu's heart was also relieved.

This time, he rushed to the Northern Darkness Sword Pavilion in a hurry, just for Ning Gucheng.

Now that Ning Gucheng is fine, he has received the news of the cold weather of heaven and earth, which is an unexpected joy.

Ning Buregret and Ning Gucheng's father and son haven't seen each other for several months, and it's a good time to greet each other.

After the greetings, Ning Buregret and the others, under the leadership of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, went to the guest courtyard in the Sword Pavilion and stayed.

The next morning, when the sky was bright, he would rather get up without regrets.

When he came to the courtyard, he would rather not regret cultivating the martial arts he created one by one, from the first move to the last move, naturally including the Qinglian Sword Song.

Qinglian Sword Song is a practice and a martial art, and it is a move in martial arts that I would rather not regret practicing.

A sword goes west, a sword comes east, the sword qi and sword light reverberate, and a green lotus slowly blooms.

"Don't regret your swordsmanship is really good, Gucheng often says that among the people in the world, if his kendo talent is the first, your kendo talent is the second. ”

There was a burst of applause, and it turned out that the pavilion master of the Northern Stygian Sword Pavilion had arrived.

"I've seen the Lord of the Willow Pavilion, I don't know what the Lord of the Willow Pavilion is looking for me?"

Ning Buregret looked at Liu Feng, neither humble nor arrogant.

As the saying goes, if you don't have anything to do, you can't go to the Three Treasures Palace, this Liu Feng doesn't know his true combat power, and he comes to find him specifically, so he must have something to ask for.

However, he is also a gold-level high-grade alchemist, and he is also a person in a high position with this Liu Feng, so he should be treated as a peer.

"That's right, our Sword Pavilion has a place to bury swords, in which the mortal swords, swords, spirit swords and king swords that have been scrapped in my Sword Pavilion are buried, and it is rumored that there is also the inheritance left by the generation of Pavilion masters of the Sword Pavilion,"

"I want to ask you to try it without regrets, and see if you can feel the inheritance left by the first generation of pavilion masters of my Sword Pavilion, you can also learn this inheritance, but you can't pass it on, you have to give it to my Sword Pavilion. ”

Liu Feng looked at Ning Buregret with burning eyes, and his tone was very sincere.

Ning Buregret pondered for a moment and said, "Pavilion Master Liu, I can deal with this matter, but whether I can understand the inheritance of a generation of Pavilion Masters depends on chance." ”

For Ning Buregret, what generation of pavilion masters' inheritance Ning Buregret didn't care at all, the only thing he fancied was the place where the sword was buried.

There were so many waste swords buried in that place, Jin Yuanqi must be very rich, or he could use the burial sword place to break through to the twenty veins of the Open Vein Realm in one fell swoop, or even the twenty-first veins!

"Haha, with your words, I am relieved, come with me, and I will take you to the place where my sword is buried. ”

Liu Feng laughed, turned around and walked out of the guest courtyard.

Ning Buregret raised his eyebrows and followed behind Liu Feng.

The three of them turned left and right, and walked for thirty minutes before they reached a mountain cliff.

This mountain cliff is extremely high, seven or eight hundred meters long, the cliff is full of snow, and even the pine and cypress trees around it are covered in silver.

"This is the place where my Northern Sword Pavilion is buried, the Sword Cliff is buried, it is rumored that a generation of Pavilion Masters has left a legacy under the cliff, but for so many years, none of us have felt it. ”

Looking at the cliff that was obscured by clouds and mist, Liu Feng sighed.

"Don't worry, Lord Liuge, I'll go down now, after I come out, I will go back to Chang'an, tell Emperor Tang, and send troops to North Mingzhou, Lord Liuge, please be relieved. ”

With a faint smile, Ning Buregret reached out and grabbed the vines on the edge of the cliff and jumped down directly.

"Young heroes, in this world, they are still young people. ”

Liu Feng sighed and left the Burial Sword Cliff.

Ning Bu regretted sliding all the way down the vines, and the distance of seven or eight hundred meters was soon to the end.

Boom.

Standing firmly on the ground, Ning Buregret carefully looked at the place where the sword was buried in front of him.

This place where swords are buried lives up to its name, and there are full of waste swords within a radius of 100 meters.

Some swords are broken, some swords have lost their spirituality, and some swords are missing runes that cannot be repaired, but the materials used to refine them are intact.

In general, the sword in the land of the burial sword has no value for repair and use.

Ning Buregret didn't know that the first generation of pavilion masters of the Northern Underworld Sword Pavilion back then had put the inheritance here, which was really intriguing.

Shaking his head, Ning Bu regretted not thinking about it anymore, he directly sat cross-legged on the spot and operated the Ancient Sword Technique.

As soon as the Ancient Sword Technique was activated, a large piece of waste swords in this place of burial swords immediately shook violently.

Groan.

Groan.

Even if these swords can no longer be used in battle, they are still capable of making sword sounds.

Ning Bu regretted running the Ancient Sword Technique at this moment, and the nineteen sword veins in his body also heard the sound of a sword.

Inside and out.

The sword clanged.

A wisp of golden vitality, from the bodies of these waste swords, was absorbed by Ning Buregret frantically.

The time of existence of the Northern Stygian Sword Pavilion was the same as that of the Tang Kingdom, and the waste swords accumulated over so many years had reached a terrifying number.

Therefore, the Jin Yuan Qi that Ning Buregret absorbed was also a terrifying number.

The rolling golden vitality, like a whale swallowing the sea, was devoured madly by Ning Buregret.

The sword-shaped vitality in Ning Buregret's body was also growing, and those dragons with swords on their backs also became condensed and became more ferocious and violent.

At the same time, the ancient swords carried by these dragon-shaped vitality are also becoming more and more ancient.

At the same time, the eight meridians of the Ning Bu Regret Sutra plus the twelve canons, the last of the twenty meridians, are also constantly broadening, becoming tough and crystalline.

Thirty minutes later, the last meridian in Ning Buregret's body was finally opened!

The twentieth sword sounded!

If it were an ordinary person, he would have reached the extreme realm of the Open Pulse Realm by now.

But for Ning Buregret, he cultivated the Taigu Sword Technique, and there were many more acupuncture points in his body that ordinary people did not have, and there was one more meridian than ordinary people.

His opening pulse realm has broken the extreme realm, and the number of his meridians is twenty-one veins!

The difficulty of opening this meridian is far greater than the previous twenty meridians, even if there is a large amount of gold vitality, the speed of opening this meridian is the same as that of a turtle crawling.

Time passed minute by minute, and one after another waste swords in the place where the sword was buried were completely scrapped, becoming a pile of scrap iron.

It wasn't until two hours later, when Ning Buregret was about to give up, at the core of the burial sword land, a pure golden vitality suddenly injected into Ning Buregret's body.

Ning Bu regretted that the twenty-one veins that had been opened up to half of the original were completely opened up with the help of this golden vitality.

Twenty-one pulses, becoming!

On this day, sixteen-year-old Ning did not regret breaking the extreme realm of the Open Pulse Realm!

(End of chapter)