In the eleventh courtyard, above the mountain stream, on the side of the cliff, Ye Ling sat cross-legged, his breath was surging, and there was a sword inserted next to him, and the sword intent lingered on the sword, flowing like flowing water.

"Whew!"

A figure appeared on the cliff, a faint smell of wine came, and Ye Ling opened his eyes.

"Are you waiting for me?" said Elder Ling, sat down next to Ye Ling, handed over a pot of wine, Ye Ling looked at him, nodded, took the wine, pulled out the cork, and poured a big sip.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The pungent wine made Ye Ling cough for a while, and Elder Ling looked at him with a smile on his face.

"You didn't know how to drink when I first met you, but now you're almost able to catch up with me, and I should give you the name in the future. ”

Elder Ling said, Ye Ling looked at him, frowned slightly, then shook his head, took another sip of wine, and looked at a piece of sky.

"It is rumored that more than 30 years ago, there was a swordsman in the Qi State, who was addicted to alcohol, a wine and sword immortal, a pot of wine, a sword, walking the world, without sects and factions, and not bound by the mortal world, but in the battle between Qingyun Sect and the royal family, he appeared. ”

"One person, a pot of wine, and a sword, the enemy of the entire royal family, saved the Qingyun Sect, is he you?"

Ye Ling looked at Elder Ling and said, Elder Zero looked at Ye Ling, smiled faintly, and took a sip of wine.

"Yes. ”

Without a trace of hesitation, he said directly, with a face of vicissitudes and decadence, a coarse linen shirt, messy hair, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to have a faint sense of mockery.

Ye Ling looked at him, settled on his face, was silent for a long time, and shook his head.

"Not really. ”

Ye Ling said, in one sentence, Ling Lao was stunned, looked at him, and then smiled.

"It's really not like, it's been more than thirty years, the wine sword fairy has long been dead, and now there is only one lonely old man in this world, living in this eleventh courtyard, and now he is drinking with you, an ungrateful boy. ”

Elder Ling said, with a smile on his face, but Ye Ling could see a touch of sadness and decadence in it, Ye Ling was silent for a moment, and then he also smiled and raised the wine jug in his hand.

"That's right, the Wine Sword Immortal is dead, and now there is only one old man who is alive in this eleventh courtyard. ”

Ye Ling said, Ling Lao was stunned, looked at Ye Ling, and then also raised the wine jug, and the two of them took a sip.

The wine is exhausted, and the old man is gone, with a body of wine, a back, a little lonely, and a little sad.

A pot of wine, a sword, walking the world, not bound by the mortal world, what a wanton and chic person, but now it has become like this, what has happened in the more than 30 years that he has disappeared?

Elder Zero is not as sudden as he seems, there is something in his heart, which has pressed him for more than thirty years, once he had wine, a sword, and arrogance, but now there is only wine left, and the wine sword fairy more than thirty years ago is really dead.

The three-year war may not be as simple as imagined, more than 30 years ago, he was able to defeat the entire royal family with one person, in this case, why not destroy the royal family once and for all?

What happened to make a once unrestrained and dashing wine sword immortal become what he is now, if he didn't admit it personally, who would be able to recognize him as that wine sword immortal.

Standing on the cliff, Ye Ling fell into deep thought, until dawn, he stood up, drew his sword, jumped down the mountain stream, and on the pool of water, sword after sword, set off a splash in the sky.

Long

The sword stopped, his eyes froze, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and made the momentum of hiding the sword, which was another sword in his memory.

Tibetan sword, stabbing sword, once this sword was in a picture, now it has been engraved in his mind, a sword, seemingly ordinary, but if you go deep into it, it can make anyone tremble.

Ling Lao, the former wine sword immortal, can be called the first swordsman in the land of Qi, and he can only shake his head for this sword, he can't see through, he can't see through, in his eyes, this sword is inferior to low-level mortal swordsmanship.

But the horror of this sword is beyond anyone's imagination, a sword, which can be reversed to attack several realms, has violated common sense, as if it is no longer in the rules, beyond the rules.

"This sword, let the essence, qi, spirit, and the power of the whole body condense into one point, and then explode, but it shouldn't be so strong, this sword must have a big secret, and it is not something that ordinary people can peep into. ”

This is Elder Zero's evaluation of this sword, solemn, jealous, and finally shaking his head.

Burial Sword Pose!

This is the name Ye Ling gave to this sword, burial sword style, a sword out, burying everything in the world.

This sword, Ye Ling has been practicing since he can remember, and after practicing for more than ten years, he still can't get started, it's not that Ye Ling's talent is not good, but that he lacks a key to get started.

And now that this key is already there, it is the sword intent, and the burial of the sword requires not only essence, qi, and god, but also the sword intent, the sword has no intention, that is, there is no god, so, how to enter the Tao?

On the water, Ye Ling stood still, holding the sword, hiding the sword, his body was tense, and he closed his eyes, at this moment, the essence, qi, and spirit all converged in one point, the water surface rippled, the sword intent surged, and the essence, qi, and spirit slowly fused, Ye Ling's body trembled, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a touch of blood.

"Slash!"

After a long time, Ye Ling opened his eyes, and there was a blood ray trembling in his eyes, and a sword light flew out, glowing with blood, skimming the water, cutting off the air, and slashing into a stone wall.

A sword mark, more than ten meters long, bottomless, with an aura of destruction, slowly dispersed.

This is the burial sword style, the power of a sword, terrifying, even the ordinary Danwu fivefold and sixfold may be killed instantly.

On the water, Ye Ling's body trembled, spit out a mouthful of blood, stained a piece of water, his expression was full of weakness, and a sword almost killed him, directly injuring him.

Bury the sword, hurt others and hurt yourself first, this is just a sword intent, if you integrate a few more sword intents, maybe you are the one who is buried, with Ye Ling's current situation, you can produce a sword at most.

Essence, qi, and spirit are condensed in one point, and then integrated into the sword intent, the burial sword style can be regarded as an entry, how to cultivate next, Ye Ling also probably understood, the burial sword style is also part of the sword burial inheritance of the heavens, or the core, a sword, containing endless sword intent, burying the heavens.

The sword intent is restrained and cannot coexist, but the burial sword style can fuse different sword intents, and it exists against the rules, Ye Ling has not tried it, but there is a voice in his heart telling him.

Fusion sword intent, he can do it, this sword is not bound by the rules, and it can reverse the laws of the world.

In the next few days, Ye Ling sat by this pool of water, recovering from his injuries and comprehending the sword intent at the same time, so seriously injured, Ye Ling only took a few days to recover, just because of Ye Ling's bloodline.

The mysterious purple sword imprint and the unknown terrifying bloodline allowed Ye Ling to embark on a path of physical sanctification.

(End of chapter)