Fanchen was shocked and envious, only to feel that this predecessor was proud of the world, alone, and had many similarities with his own temperament, but when it came to fighting invincible opponents all over the world, how could he reach it. Looking at the two rows of stones carved out for a while, he lowered his head and saw a large tomb piled up with many stones.

This tomb has its back to the valley, pitching and empty, not to mention how the sword demon himself is a hero, this sword mound alone has occupied the situation, I want to see this all-round talent in humanities and martial arts, and his ambitions are very, but he hates to be born late, and he has no chance to see this senior hero.

Fan Chen looked up to the sky next to the sword mound and roared, echoing endlessly in a moment, remembering that a certain grandmaster once said that "Zhenyi is a thousand gangs, and the joy of thousands of miles is satisfied", and there is also this pride and indignation at this time. Although he wanted to see what the sharp weapons in the mound looked like, he always dared not offend his predecessors, so he sat on his knees and breathed in the wind, only to feel that the air in his chest and abdomen was congested, and he seemed to want to fly away with the wind.

Suddenly, I heard a few cooing voices under the mountain wall, and when I looked down, I saw that the eagle stretched out its claws and grabbed the cave on the cliff, and was leaping up. Although its body is heavy, its legs and claws are very powerful, and it is on the platform in an instant.

The Condor looked forward for a moment, then nodded to Fan Chen, and called a few times, the voice was very special. Fan Chen smiled:

"Brother Diao, it's a pity that I don't have the ability of those people in the Tang Sect and don't understand your words, otherwise you would have told me the life of this Duhu senior. The Condor whispered a few more times, stretched out its steel claws, grabbed the stone from the sword mound, and moved it aside. Fan Chen's heart moved: "Dugu's predecessor has peerless martial arts, maybe there is some sword scripture and sword book left." But seeing that the claws of the Condor kept rising and falling, he soon removed the stones from the mound, revealing three long swords side by side, and between the first and second swords, there was another long stone shard. Three swords and stone flakes sit side by side on a large bluestone.

Fan Chen lifted the first sword on the right, and saw two lines of small characters engraved on the stone under the sword:

"Fierce and fierce, invincible, and the weak crown is used to compete with the heroes of Heshuo. ”

When I looked at the sword again, I saw that it was about four feet long, and it was a sharp weapon. When he put the sword back in its place, he would raise a long stone shard, and he saw that there were two lines of small characters engraved on the bluestone under the stone flakes:

"Ziwei soft sword, used before the age of thirty, accidentally injured righteousness is ominous, and it is abandoned in the deep valley. ”

Fan Chen thought to himself: "There is a sword missing here, it turned out that it was abandoned for him, and I don't know how to accidentally injure the righteous man, this story will probably never be known." After a while, he reached out to the second sword, only lifted a few feet, choked, and fell off his hand, touched it on the stone, sparks flew everywhere, and he couldn't help but be startled.

It turned out that the sword was black and swarthy, but it was extremely heavy, a sword more than three feet long, weighing no less than seventy or eighty catties, several times heavier than the heaviest golden sword halberd on the battle array. How can Fan Chen think about it when he mentions it, and when his hand sinks unexpectedly, he can't hold it. So I leaned over and got up again, this time I was prepared, and it was not appropriate to lift a heavy object of seventy or eighty pounds. Seeing that the blades on both sides of the sword were blunt, and the tip of the sword was more rounded and seemed to be a hemisphere, he thought to himself, "How can this sword be so heavy, how can it make it agile? ”

When looking at the stone carvings under the sword, I saw two lines of small characters:

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. Before the age of forty, he was rampant in the world. ”

Fan Chen muttered the eight characters of "heavy sword without edge, great skill does not work", and seemed to have an understanding in his heart, but thinking about the swordsmanship in the world, no matter how different the changes of that sect and that faction, it is always light and fast, this heavy sword does not know how to make the law, and I want to cherish the sage, and I can't help but be fascinated for a long time.

After a long time, he put down the heavy sword and went to get the third sword, and this time he was fooled again. He only said that this sword must be as heavy as the front sword, so he used his left arm when he lifted the sword. That knew that in his hand but fluttering like nothing, concentrating on it, it turned out to be a wooden sword, for a long time, the sword body and the hilt of the sword have been decayed, but see the stone carving under the sword:

"After the age of forty, it is not stagnant in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. Since then, he has been refined, gradually moving to the realm of no sword is better than a sword. ”

He respectfully put the wooden sword in its place, sighed grandly, and said, "The predecessor's divine skill is unimaginable. ”

I wondered if there were any relics such as sword scores left under the bluestone slab, so I reached out and grabbed the slate, lifted it up, and saw that there was already a solid stone on the mountain wall under the slate, and there was nothing else, so I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

Fan Chen smiled and said, "Brother Diao, do you want to try my martial arts?" But how could the seventy or eighty pound heavy sword be used, so he put down the heavy sword and picked up the first sharp sword. The Condor suddenly retracted his wings, turned his head away from him, and showed disdain in his expression.

Fan Chen immediately understood, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to use a heavy sword?" But my martial arts are ordinary, and I fight with you on this cliff, and I am definitely not an opponent of Brother Eagle, so I can be tolerant of one or two." As he spoke, he changed the heavy sword, and the luck dantian pierced through his left arm and slowly stabbed out with his sword. The Condor did not turn around, but swept back with his left wing, making a touch of the heavy sword. Fan Chen only felt an extremely heavy force coming from the sword, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe, and hurriedly resisted, "Hey", the sword body slammed a few times.

The condor was unrelenting, his bald head shrank and stretched quickly, and his curved beak turned straight to his chest. There is no way to retreat from the dust, so he has to seal the frame with a horizontal sword, and the thing pecks at the sword with a mouth. Fan Chen only felt a sharp shock in his arm, and the heavy sword seemed to want to get rid of his hand, and saw the Condor sweeping to the ground with his right wing, sweeping towards his shins. Fan Chen was taken aback, jumped up, leaped over the head of the Condor, and grabbed the inside, for fear that the thing would follow the trend, and the backhand sword was released, and with a pop, it intersected with the sharp mouth of the object. Fan Chen escaped death this time, was scared into a cold sweat, and shouted: "Brother Diao, you can't be a lonely hero when I am a lonely hero!" The Condor cooed twice and stopped attacking.

Fan Chen inadvertently called the sentence "You can't be a Dugu hero", and after thinking about it, this eagle has been with Dugu predecessors for a long time, look at it and peck and retreat, there are faint martial arts scholars, most of the Dugu seniors live in the barren valley, and when they are bored, they will treat it as an opponent. The bones of Dugu's predecessor have decayed, and the peerless martial arts have been annihilated, but from this carving, you may be able to find some examples of the legacy of this predecessor master. Thinking of this, his heart turned with joy, and he stood up and exclaimed:

"Brother Eagle, the sword move is here again!" the heavy sword stabbed and pointed at the eagle's chest. The Condor spread its left wing horizontally to block it, and its right wing slammed over.

The strength of the Condor is too strong, spreading its wings and sweeping, the strength of the wind, just like the palm wind of several masters and the force of the general, the sword in the hands of Fan Chen is too heavy, what he has learned in his life Luo Yingfei sword and so on There is no trick to use, only the code is clever to avoid, and the attack is dull and rigid sword stabbing.

After fighting for a while, Fan Chen was tired, so he sat down to rest. As soon as he sat down, the Condor took two steps away. After playing like this for more than an hour, one person and one eagle slipped off the platform and returned to the hole.

When I got up early in the morning, the sky was full of dark clouds and heavy rain was pouring down. Fan Chen said to the Condor: "Brother Diao, is it raining so heavily, are we still practicing martial arts?" The Condor bit his shirt and pulled him to the northeast for a few steps, and then took a big stride and leaped away. Fan Chen thought to himself, "Is there something strange in the northeast?" and picked up the heavy sword and followed in the rain.

After walking for several miles, I faintly heard the sound of roaring, which was endless, and the more I walked, the louder and louder it became, and it was obviously a great sound of water.

Fan Chen said in his heart: "It's raining this heavily, and the flash flood is outbreaking, but you have to be careful!" Turning a mountain gorge, the sound of water was deafening, and I saw a big white dragon-like waterfall rushing down between the mountain peaks, rushing into a stream, rushing to thunder, turbulent and abnormal, carrying branches and stones in the water, and flowing without knowing where to go in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the rain was heavier, and the dust and clothes were wet, and the water and vapor were clouded around, which was a spectacle, but when I saw that the torrent was too fierce, I was slightly afraid in my heart.

The Condor stretched out his mouth and pulled him by the hem of his garment, and walked to the stream, as if to ask him to go down. Fan Chenqi said: "What are you going down for? The water is so strong that I am afraid that it will not be able to stand." The Condor let go of his clothes, and with a grunt, raised his head and cried, jumped into the stream, and stood firmly on a boulder in the middle of the stream, and struck forward with his left wing, and struck back a rock that had been washed down the upper stream, and when the rock was washed down the water again, he struck back with his wings, and if he struck five or six times, the rock could not flow beside it.

When it rushed down the river for the seventh time, the Condor flapped its wings with all its might, and the rock flew out of the stream and fell on the stone bank, and the Condor immediately jumped back to the side of mortal dust.

Fan Chen will know, knowing that the sword demon Dugu seeks defeat in the past, every time he encounters heavy rain, he will go to this torrent to practice swords, but he has no such skills, he does not dare to try, he is hesitating, the eagle wings protrude, brush, on the buttocks of Fan Chen. It stood very close, and the dust was taken by surprise, and its body fell straight into the stream, and it was busy making a "thousand catties falling" body method, and landed on the boulder where the eagle had stood. As soon as his feet entered the water, the torrent caused him to shake left and right, making it difficult for him to stand firmly. Fan Chen thought to himself: "Dugu's predecessor is a human, and I am also a human, since he can stand firmly, how can I not?" immediately held his breath and condensed, struggling to fight against the tears, but he wanted to stretch out his sword to provoke the rocks carried by the torrent, but he was beyond his strength.

When he had consumed a pillar of incense, his strength was exhausted, so he stretched out his sword and propped it up on the stone, and jumped to the shore. He didn't catch his breath for a few moments, and the Condor waved its wings again. This time he was on guard, didn't give it a blow, and jumped into the heart of the stream by himself, thinking:

"This carving brother is really a strict teacher and friend, forcing me to practice, but he didn't relax at all. It has good intentions, am I not motivated?" So he sank down, stood firmly, and after a while, he gradually realized the Dharma Fighting of condensing qi and exerting force, although the torrent was getting bigger and bigger, and it was directly immersed in the waist, but he was not as difficult to support as before. After another moment, the torrent soaked into his chest and gradually rose to the edge of his mouth, and Fan Chen said in his heart: "Although I have stood firmly, I will not drown in the water!"

He sat quietly by the stream for a while, and his strength was restored, and then he jumped into the stream to practice his sword without the urging of the Condor. When I jumped up the second time, I saw that the Condor was no longer by the stream, and I didn't know where I had gone. Seeing that the rain is getting smaller, I think that the torrent will come and go, and if it comes again tomorrow, the water power will be weak, and I don't feel tired at this time, so I might as well practice for a while, and then jump into the heart of the stream.

That night, he couldn't sleep, and in the water he realized a lot of swordsmanship, counterattack, horizontal cutting, and inverted slashing, and at this time he began to realize that the sword was really indestructible, why should there be a blade on the sword? But if it weren't for this heavy sword, which was dozens of times heavier than the ordinary long sword, this swordsmanship would not have been able to be performed, and the ordinary sword only had to be held in his hand and shaken lightly, and the blade would have been broken long before the strength was released.

At that time, the heavy rain stopped, the sky was clear, and the silver light of the crescent moon sprinkled on the water of the forest stream. Fan Chen watched the torrent rushing down, his heart was reasonable, and he knew that the swordsmanship of the heavy sword had been exhausted, and he didn't need to practice it anymore, even if the sword demon was resurrected, the swordsmanship that could be taught was nothing more than that. In the future, the internal force will grow, and the sword used will be lighter, and finally make the wooden sword like a heavy sword, which is just a skill from shallow to deep, all of which can be cultivated by oneself, as for swordsmanship, it has reached the perfect realm so far.

He paced back and forth by the stream, looking up at the bright moon, thinking that if it weren't for the heavy sword left by Dugu's predecessor, and if it wasn't for the divine eagle to induce him from the side, his internal strength would have increased greatly because of the strange snake and snake gall, then this set of swordsmanship would no longer be seen in the world. I also thought that Dugu had no basis for defeat, and he was able to realize the magic of the divine realm in this sword by himself, and his wisdom and wisdom were a hundred times better than himself.