After running for dozens of miles, Yuwen Qinghe looked at the faint flash of light in front of him, and the swords around him became more and more scarce, the interval between the two swords became larger and larger, and the space of the sword cave became incomparably huge, as if it could be comparable to the mansion on the ground.

You can't go any further, the space here is huge, and the way you came is not marked, you must stop, otherwise you will get lost in the sword forest. Yuwen Qinghe quietly looked at the light, and now he can't continue to move forward, what his father said is to feel the sword in the thirty days, there is no sword qi here, it is impossible to feel the sword intent. If you want to practice sitting on the sword, you must go to the center of the sword cave, to the place where the three thousand sword souls are, and you can go out after thirty days, I can use this period of time to explore the sword cave clearly, and use the sword soul and the sword qi of the sword cave I can cultivate the yin and cold qi, use the yin and cold qi to sense the yang and cold qi of the divine sword, determine the direction of the divine sword, and find the divine sword yourself without worrying about how to get out.

Yuwen Qinghe slowed down and walked forward step by step, stepping on the sword bush, the soles of his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and carefully observed the sharp sword he saw, remembering the environment he had passed.

In this Excalibur Sword Cave, I have lost the ability to judge the moment, I should have had a few hours since I entered here, and from the beginning of a single sword in my memory to the present, a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine swords have been walked, and the impact of each sword on the surrounding soil has been clearly seen, the surrounding soil has turned into a jet-black metallic luster, there is no thick metal breath in the outer passage, and the temperature is much lower, thinking that the metal air mass in the passage is a means to resist the enemy, I accidentally encountered it. This is no longer a simple sword, this should be the influence of the sword soul on the soil, I have to speed up the pace and leave here quickly, otherwise I will be assimilated, and there will be too much gold in my body. Thinking of this, Yuwen Qinghe stepped out in one step, moved forward quickly, and rushed straight into a large hall, in the center of the hall, that dazzling light slowly rotated in the air, and the strange light presented a bright passage in the air, shooting parallel to all sides, the light continued to rotate, but the light it emitted was the same to all directions.

Yuwen Qinghe looked at the light group, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, all the roads finally lead here, and this is the final place.

There are twelve bright paths here, that is, there are 11,988 single swords on the road, my mother said that there are 80,000 swords, 3,000 sword souls, and the single swords on the road and those swords should have 80,000 sharp swords, but where did those 3,000 sword souls go? Why didn't I meet them? Yuwen Qinghe thought of this, his headache was splitting, and his torn mind made him roar, roaring, tearing his hair with both hands, and constantly hitting the ground with his head, fighting heaven and earth. The pain made him gradually lose consciousness, and his consciousness slowly disappeared, and his unconscious hands seemed to touch the light, and his arms hung down weakly, and his consciousness disappeared.

Am I dead? Why am I still conscious? Yuwen Qinghe felt that his pain was still there, and slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the nervous and distressed cheeks of his mother and father, and his mother couldn't cry anymore, and said: "Son, don't practice martial arts, our Yuwen family doesn't need you to go through this, okay son?"

Yuwen Qinghe looked at his mother's painful appearance and nodded slightly: "Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll come out of it too, I'll be more careful in the future, you don't have to worry about me"

Luo Zifeng stroked his son's face distressedly, and only said: "You have already obtained the divine sword, and when you recover, you can officially practice the sword."

Yuwen Qinghe looked at his mother, Yuwen Feixue nodded, turned around and took a bowl of soup from the maid, and said: "This is made of thousand-year-old ginseng, your father also came back by this, you were in a coma for three days and three nights like your father, your father and son have never let me worry, remember to drink it up" After speaking, he left the room.

"Don't blame your mother, your mother has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, she is the one who loves you the most, but she can't help you, let you toss" "When you recover, I will teach you swordsmanship, you take care of your injuries, I will deal with your mother"

"Yes, Daddy"

Luo Zifeng walked out of the room, Yuwen Qinghe closed his eyes and pondered, I really survived, and I also got the divine sword, but how did I come back? Forget it, I don't want to, just ask my father later, and then fall asleep.

After more than ten days of recuperation, it seems that my injuries have healed, and it is time to go out for activities. Get up and get dressed, push the door out, greeted by the thousand-year-old nanmu, looking at the bright sunshine, a burst of comfort in my heart, the spring breeze blows, the sweet air does not have that heavy manic feeling, thinking about the pain The body trembles, looking at the birds around the fragrance of flowers, the heart is particularly satisfied, it is really a ghost door to go away and the gods are afraid of death, when did he become so timid, he couldn't help but shake his head, and slowly tiptoed in the courtyard.

"Good young master", the maids in the house saluted respectfully.

"Well, you're going to get busy"

"Yes, young master"

After a while, he walked to the martial arts arena, looked at the younger brother of the family and couldn't help but smile, "Young master, you are awake"

"Well, what about my father?"

"Young master, Lord Luo is in the Scripture Pavilion"

"Okay, got it"

Dad is still in the Scripture Pavilion, let's go find him and surprise him, haha.

In the Scripture Pavilion, "Father, I've arrived"

"Mmmm, your body has only recovered today, you can practice swordsmanship, move your body, I said you listen well"

"Yes"

"Swordsmanship is a sword move, a sword and a style contains the release of their own spirit, swordsmanship is the way of internal force and external appearance, the way to practice martial arts is nothing more than to practice physique and internal force, some side doors will go to practice poison, but practice poison must also practice internal force first, practice physique is to improve their ability to resist hits, and internal force is the basis of cultivation, internal force does not show martial arts, everyone's spirit is different, the formation of internal force is not the same, so swordsmanship is a thousand different, unlike the sword move in the end, become a sword is better than ten thousand swords, no sword in the hand is the highest realm of swords”

"Father, how do you develop your own swordsmanship?"

"Perception, feel the flow of your own breath"

"That's where you're going to be practicing for the next month. ”

"Yes"

The external manifestation of internal force, swordsmanship is a way to release internal force, and it is a means to use internal force to win against the enemy. So what is sword intent?

Yuwen Qinghe was not allowed to sit cross-legged and meditate.