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

Uncle Tai held the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand and whispered the familiar words in his memory.

The eagle next to him roared, and a wing slashed towards Uncle Tai like a big axe, and the wind howled.

Uncle Tai was sensitive, and laughed: "Is Brother Eagle testing the strength of the younger brother, then Brother Eagle is optimistic, what is the strength of the younger brother?" At that moment, the Xuantie heavy sword slashed diagonally without dodging or dodging, and swung it directly.

The Condor chirped happily, his expression was joyful, his wings accelerated, his strength became heavier, and he collided with the heavy sword.

Disheveled!

Uncle Tai felt a heavy and powerful force coming from the Xuantie heavy sword, which shook the tiger's mouth a little sore, and his body retreated.

The Condor nodded a few times, looking satisfied.

Uncle Tai looked up to the sky and laughed: "Let's come again!" ”

The Xuantie heavy sword was in the air, a sword stabbed out, the Xuantian weak water sword qi moved all over the body, and the tip of the heavy sword spit out an inch of cyan sword light, heading towards the divine eagle.

The Condor is beside Dugu to seek defeat, getting along day and night, quite spiritual, and when fighting, he is like a martial arts master. And Uncle Tai is also extraordinary, there is a horizontal practice of iron cloth shirts, the flying fluff of the Nine Yin True Scripture, and the Xuantie heavy sword is wide open and closed, in this zhang Fangyuan and the Condor are hard to hit, without any fancy, it is really heroic.

One eagle and one person, on the narrow and cramped cliff, fought for an hour, and the high-pitched and joyful chirp continued to echo in the valley.

In the next half month, Uncle Tai was accompanied by the Condor, in the valley, fighting with the Condor every day, and comprehending the very strong sword intent in front of the mountain wall.

In the past half a month, he got along with the Condor day and night, and his relationship increased.

Every day, Uncle Tai wakes up in the morning, the first thing is to wash, leave the cave, climb the mountain peak to practice, from the beginning of the morning glow, to the sunset of the west mountain, only to return to the cave, play with the eagle, or in front of the mountain wall to see.

Tai Shuzhi has always believed that only with continuous hard work and a little talent can he become a genius. He never considered himself a genius, and only constant penance could allow him to catch up with the footsteps of geniuses.

Others only saw him running rampant in the same realm, but who knew that he used time in exchange for such an achievement.

Uncle Tai was carrying the Xuantie Sword and the Great Iron Sword, wearing the cyan robe made from Xiangyang City two days ago, his body was fluttering, and he climbed on the cliff quickly.

Uncle Tai stood on the top of the mountain, facing the mountain breeze in his face, feeling the tips of his hair tied behind his head fluttering in the wind, he was immediately excited.

The sea of clouds flowed like flowing water, rising and falling under his feet, Uncle Tai closed his eyes, realized the sword intent on the mountain wall, and Shaoqing slowly opened his eyes, and his essence was shining.

At this time, the morning dawn broke, the morning glow appeared, and a round of red sun slowly rose from the east, and in an instant, the red glow covered the sky, shrouding the entire sky, sprinkling a little afterglow, and intersecting with the sea of clouds. The redness reflected in the rolling sea of clouds was like a sea of blood.

"In the past half a month, after continuous speculation, the artistic conception of the mountain wall has been visualized and mastered by me, but to master it thoroughly, it is necessary to continue to figure out and practice. On the top of the mountain in front of you, it is the best place to figure out the artistic conception. ”

Facing the red sun and the rising sun, Uncle Tai sat down slowly, hugged Dan cross-legged, the dark iron sword and the big iron sword were inserted upside down on the ground, his eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing gradually became long and subtle, almost inaudible. The Xuantian Weak Water Sword Qi traveled all over the body under the operation of the Nine Yin True Sutra's mental method.

I felt a wisp of mountain wind. With the mountain wind, it fell and fluttered.

In Peach Blossom Island, Uncle Tai inadvertently realized the sword intent of the wind, but he didn't think about it carefully, and he has been studying the Lost Soul Sword Technique. This time, with the sword intent left by Dugu's defeat, there is a reference and reference.

A Cycle ......

Two Cycles......

Nine Cycles......

Uncle Tai opened his eyes, stood up, suddenly pulled out the Xuantie heavy sword, and stabbed forward, this sword was extremely fast, the afterimage was heavy, the trajectory of the Xuantie sword was like a wind, and the sword qi stirred the surrounding sea of clouds.

Uncle Tai was a little dissatisfied, this sword could only be regarded as having the shadow of the wind.

Uncle Tai was burning on the top of the mountain, holding a dark iron heavy sword, and performing the Lost Soul Sword Technique over and over again, the original ghostly sword intent gradually had a hint of wind charm. He did it 10,000 times in a row before he could stop.

On the second day, he was still on the top of the mountain, practicing the Lost Soul Sword Technique, but the charm of this wind was a little stronger.

On the third day, his soulless sword technique, which was like a hundred ghosts walking at night, had a feeling of fresh breeze.

Day 4......

Day 5......

Until the eighth day, the Lost Soul Sword Technique had a different kind of change in the hands of Uncle Tai, such as the wind and thunder, the blood and light disaster, and the nine turns of reincarnation in the Yama Palace.

His uncle burned on the top of the mountain, and after performing the Lost Soul Sword Technique ten thousand times, he fixed his feet, closed his eyes, recovered the Xuantian Weak Water Sword Qi in his body, and carefully observed and scrutinized the trajectory of each of his stabbing swords in his mind.

After a while, Uncle Tai opened his eyes, a sharp light shot out of his eyes, flew up, and pulled out the Xuantie heavy sword again.

A sword slashes out like the wind galloping, I don't know the reason, like a cloud rolling clouds, I don't know where it goes, the soul is out of the body, confused and looking, where the soul goes.

The Xuantie sword turned again, and under the operation of the Xuantian weak water sword qi, the blue light was boundless, and he wanted to step on the wind, fluttering and holding the electric shock, and the soul returned to Nirvana, and all the sufferings were forever silent.

When the sixth form of the Lost Soul Sword is in operation.

Uncle Tai snorted: "A thousand souls are clever! ”

Holding the Xuantian Greatsword with both hands, the sword body suddenly condensed, as if it was as heavy as a thousand catties, extremely slow, the cyan robe on the body was hunting, and the Xuantian weak water sword qi in the body was running rapidly, surging to the arms, and then from the arms to the sword body of the Xuantie Greatsword, the entire sword body was blue, and it exploded suddenly, and a sword slashed out.

I only heard a piercing roar, and a pale cyan two-foot-long sword qi tore through the sky, and the void slashed out angrily, like a raging wind, sweeping the hills, and a hundred ghosts roared.

In the blink of an eye, the pale cyan two-foot-long sword qi slashed directly at the raised mountain wall.

Disheveled!

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, rubble flew, and the pale cyan sword qi slashed into the mountain wall, leaving a sword mark two feet long and six inches deep in width.

Uncle Tai let out a long breath of relief, at this moment he felt that his body was split out with this sword, and the whole person was empty and powerless, at that moment, the internal qi in his body was hollowed out with the rapid flow of sword qi.

"Xuantian Weak Water Sword Qi is finally a little bit of a feeling, and the six-fold barrier of the Houtian Realm is faintly loose, and it is only a matter of time before it breaks through. It's just that although the power of this sword just now is powerful, it can definitely split people in the same realm or people who are higher than the realm in half to achieve a surprise effect, but this internal qi consumption is too serious, and it seems that it can only be used as a killer weapon for the time being. If you want to master it completely, you need to be sophisticated. ”

Uncle Tai meditated to restore the Xuantian Weak Water Sword Qi in his body, and then cultivated again.

Every time the sword qi is used to leave the body, the internal qi in the body will be hollowed out.

Five days later, in the valley, the tomb of Dugu was re-erected by Uncle Tai, and the tombstone was carved from a huge rock. Although it is relatively ordinary, it is much stronger than the stone stacked by the divine eagle. Moreover, the words he engraved on the stone tablet, with the sword intent, are naturally extraordinary, if the kendo cultivator comes here and observes the stone tablet, he will definitely be able to find the sword intent on the stone tablet.

On this day, Tai Shu Zhi once again performed the sword qi separation technique, a sword slashed out, and a two-foot-long cyan sword qi broke through the air, leaving a deep crack on the hard mountain wall, this time there was no sense of prostration, although the internal qi in the body was seriously consumed, the recovery speed was much better than a few days ago.

It's time to get out of the valley.

He needed a place to fuse the three-foot cyan sword of the sword mound with the darkiron greatsword and reforge a sword.

A sword made for him.

He's already figured out where to go.

Feng Mofeng!

After being broken by Huang Yaoshi, Feng Mofeng was driven out of Peach Blossom Island!