Seeing Leng Shuang Ning leaving, Ye Xiao spoke: "Master, can't cultivating my innate body still cure my injuries?" Ye Xiao doesn't want Master to ......"

Ziyang Zhenren couldn't help but smile: "If only it was so simple, it would be nice to toss for so many days, you can try it yourself." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After Ye Xiao heard this, he immediately took a look at the reality of Zhou Tian, and at first luck, he only felt that the injury was no longer hindered. But as the qi left the dantian, the sound of "bang, bang" broke out, and the body began to shatter like glass.

Thinking about this!!, Ye Xiao hurriedly collected his skills and looked at Ziyang Zhenren suspiciously: "Master, I don't know what the principle is?"

Ziyang Zhenren stroked his long beard with his hand: "This is the reason for your injuries before, if your body is compared to a stream, then your internal strength is the spring water in the stream." Originally, this stream of yours contained your own water, but suddenly several streams broke in and merged into a river, and the internal force became a river, but the body is still the capacity of the stream, how can it not be harmed? Not to mention that several internal forces are still different attributes, even if you learn the "Purple Extreme" skill, you can gather the world's qi for use, but after all, when people are strong and poor, the exercises also have the limit!"

"But when I was exercising just now, I found that my body was already dozens of times tougher than before, and it should be able to accommodate this internal force that converges into a river!" Ye Xiao was even more puzzled when he answered.

Ziyang Zhenren laughed a few times, and looked at his newly recruited disciple with a smile: "Hahaha, your current body is not used to accommodate rivers, but to accommodate the sea!

This explanation is like a sword of wisdom standing in his heart, yes! If there is only one river left in the sea, is there any other way than to dry up and perish? After thinking for a while, Ye Xiao smiled bitterly: "Ha, dry and perish!"

Seeing Ye Xiao's helpless and bitter smile, Ziyang Zhenren's big hand gently patted the top of Ye Xiao's head: "Don't be so pessimistic, there is an even more amazing injury in your body!"

Ye Xiao couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah, I know every inch of the meridians of my body well, why haven't I found it." ”

I saw Ziyang Zhenren slowly sitting on the ground, with a serious face, and slowly said slowly: "That is a sword qi, and it is also a sword heart, if the injury of the skill is aimed at your body, then this sword heart..."

As he spoke, Ziyang Zhenren shouted angrily: "It is to destroy your Ye Xiao's martial arts!

Looking at the angry master, "Hahaha!" After a few wild laughs, Ye Xiao's sword was unsheathed, and the sword roared: "Please rest assured, Ye Xiao's body can be destroyed, and Wu can be abolished! Only the sword heart will last forever, if you want to destroy my heart, the sky will not do anything!"

After listening to Ye Xiao's words, Ziyang Zhenren put away his angry expression and smiled happily: "I have never missed you as a teacher, I have never missed you before, I am not wrong now, and I will not be wrong in the future, I have to be like this, Ziyang's life is enough! The sword heart sword qi in your body can abolish you, and it can also achieve you!"

After speaking, Ziyang Zhenren's voice changed, and he said in a straight voice: "Do you know whose sword qi this sword qi is! Have you ever thought about who you are going to face, what kind of enemy is it?"

I only heard a long roar of the sword, it was the Mingfeng Sword, there was only the battle intent and determination in the sound of the sword, Ye Xiao gently covered the sword: "Old friend, that can only be him!"

Ziyang Zhenren didn't answer who this 'he' was, and then asked, "Then do you know what kind of person he is!"

I saw Ye Xiao kneeling on one knee, holding a sword in both hands, everything in the world in his eyes was not paid, and everything in the world did not exist in his heart, just like a person who asked: "Please tell the master!"

"Hahaha. In the midst of laughter, Ziyang Zhenren slowly took out a broken old book from his arms, and the hand holding the book trembled, as if this was the most precious thing in Ziyang Zhenren's life, or his faith. Looking at the written again, it has long been washed by the years, and only a few vague words are left, "The Myth of Canglan".

The old man's hand turned the first page, and a few traces of trilling came into Ye Xiao's ears: "There was once a young swordsman, as if heaven and earth only favored him. A sword is a sword that shocks the world, and it is better than eight hundred to wave its clothes. The sword is a god, the martial arts are respected, and there is only the vicissitudes!"

When the words fell, the Ming Feng held in Ye Xiao's hand roared, as if the God of War, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, heard that someone could fight with him, and the sword body trembled and wanted to break through the shackles. Looking at Ye Xiao again, he still knelt on one knee calmly, the same world does not pay, and everything in the world does not exist in his heart.

The old man's hand turned another page: "There is a middle-aged swordsman, he has everything that ordinary people envy in the world, brothers who live and die together, friends who love each other, and a wife who pours out his life." In addition to everything that ordinary people envy, he has a lot of supreme power, inexhaustible wealth, and most importantly, he has a sword, the first sword in the world!"

I heard a trace of sadness in the trembling voice: "Everyone in the world wants to challenge him, they all want to kill him, what better way to become famous than killing the number one in the world?"

Ye Xiao, who was kneeling quietly, finally spoke: "But he has a sword, the first sword in the world!"

A sad trembling voice sounded again: "Yes, he has a sword, the best sword in the world, so no matter who challenges it with high spirits, he will appear in despair the next day." But he had many more, many things more precious than a sword, friends, brothers, wives, children..... There are too many things more precious than a sword. A man who had so many precious things, and a sword that was the best in the world, so in the end he only had the sword left, and his wife, children, friends and brothers, all died for his sword. ”

A little sorrow was added to the desolate trembling voice: "It turns out that you don't need to defeat a person to defeat him, you only need to take his most precious things, let his friends and brothers betray him, and threaten him with his wife and children!"

The Mingfeng Sword held by Ye Xiao seemed to feel it, and it also let out a trace of sorrow, but its owner still knelt on one knee so calmly, the same thing in the world is not paid, and everything in the world does not exist in his heart: "But he still has a sword, the first sword in the world that no one can take away!"

The old man did not answer him, and the old hand turned another page of the book in his hand: "There is an old swordsman, there is only a sword left in his hand, a broken sword, the sword has lost its brilliance, and the sword makes a mournful sound, which seems to comfort his master. The old swordsman hadn't killed anyone for a long time, and he drank a bowl of very strong wine and said, Jianghu, I'm back. ”

Later, there was an avenging person on the rivers and lakes, and the old swordsman didn't know how long he had killed, and he didn't know whether the dead person was his enemy or his benefactor, maybe an innocent person. I only know that there are only bones left in the earth that year, blood flows in the water of that year, and all I heard in that year was crying, and only crying remained. Later, the crying stopped, and the old swordsman stopped, because he found that there was no enemy in this world, let alone anyone he knew. I think he was tired, because he had been lying down for a long time, and no one could remember such a person for a long time. ”