The weather was sunny that day, Bai Fan and the eagle had been practicing for a morning, and he had already felt the doorway between its attack and retreat, and he couldn't be more familiar, so he gradually felt bored, and thought that it was better to practice internal strength, so he inserted the heavy sword into the ground and said: "The eagle, I'm not interested in you anymore, you can play by yourself." ”

The eagle tilted his head to look at him, and after a moment suddenly jumped in front of him, patted him excitedly, and asked him to follow.

Bai Fan didn't know what the hell it was doing, so he followed the left and right bends, walked three or four miles to the mouth of a valley, and before he could go in, he heard the rumbling sound of water, which was deafening.

After walking a few hundred meters into the canyon, I saw a waterfall more than ten zhang high, hanging straight down from the sky, falling in the pool, stirring up several people's high splashes, going forward and successively, endlessly.

The eagle suddenly rushed into the pool, a pair of paws stepped on the water surface, and in a moment rushed to the stone platform at the bottom of the waterfall, it stood on it, its two wings split left and right, hard against the water like a giant hammer, standing on the stone platform.

Bai Fan was secretly speechless, this water flow was accelerated by gravity of dozens of meters, and when it fell, the strength was only afraid of hundreds of catties, and the eagle eagle could not only stand firm below, but also beat the water flow with its wings, and he was familiar with that move, and then he suddenly understood that it was imitating a person to practice swords, and it must have seen Dugu seeking defeat to practice swords here, so he brought Bai Fan over.

After a while, the eagle returned to the shore, shook off the water droplets on his body, and patted Bai Fan to ask him to go to the pool.

Bai Fan didn't want to brush it off, and he also wanted to try it, so he carried the heavy sword and swam to the stone platform, and the water hit his body with a snap, and his chest was so stuffy that he almost didn't breathe.

After a while, after gradually getting used to it, he stood at the bottom of the torrent, lifted the heavy sword and slashed forward, the water flow hit the sword all the time, and he had to bear hundreds of catties of weight when he lifted it, and when he split down, he was almost beaten off by the water current, and every move was extremely difficult to practice.

"If I can practice the heavy sword swordsmanship naturally against this waterfall rapids, then when I fight with people in the future, I will have hundreds of catties of power with a casual blow, who else can stop it?" Thinking of this, although Bai Fan's whole body was beaten by the flow of water, he gritted his teeth and insisted, and he understood the trick little by little, but he enjoyed it.

The eagle eagle can resist the beating of the torrent with the strength of the body alone, but the human body can't compare to a different species like it after all, Bai Fan needs to protect his body with internal force all the time to ensure that he is not injured, otherwise even if he is a god, he can't help such a huge blow that does not exist all the time.

After practicing for half a year, his comprehension of the heavy sword swordsmanship has gone further, and he has reached the realm of 'lifting weights as light', the water flow and the power of hundreds of catties of heavy sword are like nothing in his hands, and every move and style under the waterfall are unhindered.

Under the stimulation of the water flow, he is always running the internal force, under this exercise, the degree of control of the internal force has made a qualitative leap, before his pure internal force can instantly stimulate up to seventy percent, now it can burst out ninety percent of the power in an instant, if it is a battle of life and death, this more than two percent of the internal force is the key to determining the victory or defeat of life and death.

On this day, Bai Fan was standing on the stone platform to practice his sword, and suddenly heard a loud noise, and then a half-human high boulder hit him, he suddenly realized, and hurriedly jumped away, and the big stone slammed on the stone platform.

The eagle eagle rushed up, looked at him contemptuously, and then the left wing stretched out to pick up the boulder half a person high, the right wing slammed from the bottom to the top, the boulder against the torrent straight to more than ten meters high, and then was carried down by the waterfall, the sound was more violent than the water flow, the eagle turned a blind eye, the left wing slapped up again, the boulder was immediately slapped up more than ten meters, and so on, until it was tired of playing, the two wings suddenly joined together, suddenly slashed on the boulder, and beat it to pieces, and then looked at Bai Fan proudly.

Bai Fan cut off and said mockingly: "Are you embarrassed to show off this?" I'm better than you here. ”

He went to the shore to find two boulders and patted them on the stone platform, and immediately learned to pick up the boulder with a sword, but he picked up two pieces successively, and knocked them all more than ten meters high, and then he kept hitting the two boulders, having fun, the swordsmanship reached the realm of lifting weights, the weight of the two boulders was nothing to him, but this way was much more interesting than boring sword practice, only he and the eagle eagle were companions in the mountain, the eagle may be able to understand his words, but he would not say it at all, he was really bored and panicked, and he would be so bitter and happy.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he was tired of playing, so he was ready to learn to smash the boulder to a perfect end, in order to show that he was better than it, but then he was suddenly dumbfounded, the two boulders were only one or two breaths apart, it was not difficult for him to smash the first boulder, but then the second boulder was too late to accumulate, at most he could only shoot it aside.

"How's that going to work? A real man has to be just positive, and he wants to convince that stupid bird to lose. ”

Bai Fan made up his mind, holding the Xuantie heavy sword in both hands, there was nothing else in his heart except the sword, and his internal force was almost all poured into the heavy sword, his eyes were unprecedentedly focused, and he slowly lifted the long sword and held it high above his head, at this time, except for the two falling boulders, everything else in the world seemed to be still.

Suddenly, he moved.

"Slash!"

The heavy sword that was raised above the top slashed down suddenly, and the first boulder shattered in response, and then a white sword qi more than a zhang long shot out from the sword, rushing straight up and smashing the second boulder to pieces.

The gravel settled, and the eagle eagle opened its beak with its eyes full of incredulity.

Bai Fan held his heavy sword, his eyes were closed, and he kept recalling Fang Cai's sword in his heart, he originally just wanted to try, but he didn't expect it to really succeed, it was sword qi, an unstoppable sword qi!

Although the sword had almost hollowed out all the internal strength of his body, he did not feel tired at all, and his spirit was extremely excited, and he felt that he saw another path in the way of the sword.

Dugu Sword Demon has used four swords in his life, representing his four swordsmanship, the first sword represents the sharp sword, the second crape myrtle soft sword represents the sword of skill, the third Xuantie heavy sword represents the sword of strength, and the last wooden sword represents the swordless sword.

After practicing for more than 20 years, he found that there was almost no road ahead, so he went to this Dugu Sword Shrine to find the Xuantie Heavy Sword and began to practice the Sword of Strength, this kind of sword is indeed more powerful than the swordsmanship he had before, but then he figured out that if it wasn't for the Quanzhen Swordsmanship that he had practiced for more than 20 years, how could he understand the essence of the Xuantie Heavy Sword Swordsmanship.

The fourth kind of grass, trees, bamboos and stones can all be used as swords, and no sword is better than the realm of swords, and he can't reach it now and doesn't understand, but since he just sent out that sword qi, many questions in his heart suddenly became clear.

It doesn't matter what kind of swordsmanship, as long as it suits your own kendo is the best kendo, the sharp sword is practiced to the extreme, just like the sword energy just now, it is indestructible, no matter what kendo is practiced to the extreme, it is always the same way, sword - killing, it is so simple.

Once he had an epiphany, Bai Fan pulled out the heavy sword, from the most basic sword moves to the Quanzhen sword technique, the one qi three clearing, the Tiangang Beidou sword technique and then to the heavy sword sword technique, he used which move he thought of, it looked tangled and weird, but he practiced it himself as smoothly as flowing water.

After practicing to the back, the complicated swordsmanship gradually became less, and it was restored to the most simple and direct swordsmanship, which is very similar to the heavy sword swordsmanship, but it seems to be a little different when you look closely, which stems from his character like to solve problems simply and directly, so his sword has also drawn the most suitable path for himself, integrating what he has learned before, and returning to the basics.

When he stopped, the eagle patted his head gently, his eyes were very relieved, Bai Fan's mood at this time was very different from before, he also patted his shoulder and smiled indifferently, one person and one bird returned to the shore, and walked towards the cave with their shoulders hooked.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and it is more than a year in a flash, Bai Fan is intoxicated with martial arts, extremely fond of swords, and his internal strength cultivation has also been steadily improved unconsciously, and the internal strength of the Nine Yin True Scripture has already entered the fifth level, that is, the last one.

It is still under the cloud-piercing waterfall, and the rising water mist glows with colorful light in the sun, like a dream.

Bai Fan grabbed a sword on the ground with both hands, not the Xuantie heavy sword but his own saber, he had gone one step further and touched the realm of lifting lightly, there was no difference between the ordinary long sword and the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand. The rushing water beat down, he stood still in the current, and looked carefully at his body was covered with a thin layer of true qi, but the turbulence of the water did not wet the corners of his clothes.

He stood there alone, like an unsheathed sword, his blade was restrained, thinking of the sword intent in his heart, his momentum continued to rise, and when he reached the apex, he suddenly changed from extremely static to extremely moving.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he drew a semicircle upward, held it high above the top, and the momentum around his body changed drastically, and the sword was unsheathed! The spirit and spirit are combined into one, gathered in the sword, and gently slashed out.

This sword was extremely light, so light that there was no sound of the wind.

This sword was extremely heavy, so heavy that Bai Fan exhausted the internal strength of his whole body.

This sword was extremely sharp, and a sky-high sword qi went straight to the sky, dividing the torrent of a waterfall into two halves, revealing a stone wall covered with moss, as if the stream was cut off, and the rumbling sound of the water disappeared in an instant, and the ears were quiet, until a breath later, it suddenly merged and fell down.

"Sword Passing Water"

Bai Fan gently read out the name of this sword, this is the second time he named his sword move, this sword integrates all his cultivation in the world of condor shooting, and what he has learned all his life, this sword is not necessarily the most powerful, but it must be the most suitable for himself, it is a sword move that really belongs to him, although the name is not as loud as the move "Sword Jinghong", but in fact, the two have a difference between heaven and earth, the passing water is in the sky, the water is on the ground, the water is his self-righteous delusion, and the passing water is the precipitation of his years of sublimation.

At this time, a long-lost voice appeared in Bai Fan's mind, so far away that he had almost forgotten, but it was impossible to forget:

"Reincarnation No. 9, the second Huashan Sword Debate will be held at the top of Huashan in a month, the journey of this world is coming to an end, please prepare for the reincarnation and complete the relevant tasks."

"Is it finally here?" He smiled indifferently, grabbed his sword, and floated back to shore.

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At the exit of the valley, one person and one bird are sorry to say goodbye.

Bai Fan hugged the eagle, and the eagle also patted him on the back with his wings.

"Thirty years later, if you are still willing to go with me, I will show you the real prosperous world."

Bai Fan said a word to it and then resolutely turned around, he was a withdrawn person in both lives, and he had very few true friends, and because of this, he took each one very seriously, thirty years later was roughly the end of the Condor plot, at that time, if the Eagle was willing, he would find a way to take it to the Origin World, but before that, the Xuantie Heavy Sword and it had to be left to Yang Guo, there were things in the Condor World that he was determined to obtain, and he couldn't dare to bet that after the Eagle was gone, the world would still develop according to his memory.

Out of the valley, everything has become a thing of the past, and there is only one thing in his heart - Huashan on the sword.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, now try the edge.

After another ten years of grinding, Taishan did not dare to be.

He has sharpened this sword for twenty-five years, and he wants to ask the heroes of the world who can stop it.