When is this going to be repaired, Ling Tian wanted to hug himself in distress, this time, the effect of the little broken sword on Ling Tian's feedback was greater, and the broken meridians were growing at a slow rate.

Because of this duel, Ling Tian closed the door and stayed in the room for a few days.

When he looked at the meridians of his body again, the original cracks were gone, and even the strength of the meridians and bones had increased several times, which Ling Tian had not expected.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the beams and realized that I didn't know when I was lying down.

Ling Tian stretched his waist, and he could finally get up and move his muscles and bones.

This duel benefited him a lot, so after meditating, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had reached the middle level of the fifth rank of sword qi.

Pushing the door out, he took a deep breath, it was fresh air that he hadn't breathed for a long time, and Ling Tian's whole person was refreshed.

After spending a long time in the room, it was time to go out and walk around, and the only place in this sect that he was familiar with was the Library Pavilion.

Came to the library again and skillfully handed out the jade plate.

"Hello, I'm in trouble!"

"Drop!" A green light is displayed to pass.

"Five paragraphs, you can go to the second layer, or you can only take one book with you!" The old man's languid voice sounded. I knew that he was a fifth dan outside the ring that day, and now I still have some waves in my heart when I verify it myself.

There will also be such a genius among the outer disciples, but it is also a piece of jade.

"Yes, disciple remember!" Ling Tian clenched his fists and turned around and walked towards the second floor.

Each floor of this library will be more powerful, and the requirements for the body will be higher, so there is a rule that five stages can enter the second floor.

The first floor had already been seen by Ling Tian, so naturally he wouldn't stay here much now.

The bookshelves on the second floor are obviously more than half less than those on the first floor, which shows that this high-level exercise is also hard to find.

Picking up a book casually, it is an existence comparable to the Nine Heavens of the Lingfeng.

"Four Styles of Flying Clouds": One type of clouds open to see the sun, two types of clouds and smoke, three types of wind and clouds, and four types of clouds, dragons and tigers.

"This Feiyun Four Style is very good, the moves that flow smoothly, one style is stronger than the other, and it is biased towards the control of the field field, and the attack power is really weak."

Ling Tian put down the book in his hand and walked deeper, there were not many books here, but it looked more troublesome than the first floor.

"Phantom Trace" - a strange pace, if combined with swordsmanship, it will get twice the result with half the effort.

There are very few mental methods in this book, and it is also a book that has been forgotten in the corner, I am afraid that all people are in the head of the bloody sword spectrum, who will choose this type of auxiliary book, in fact, if this kind of exercise is used properly, it is still very beneficial.

There weren't many words recorded by this Phantom Trace, so it was imprinted in Ling Tian's mind, and he planned to go back and do some more research.

Ling Tian sighed to himself, don't you allow me to take it away, don't you allow me to see enough here!

On the evening of the second day, Ling Tiancai left satisfied, leaving with a book of "Nine Tribulation Swordsmanship".

The old man guarding the door of the library frowned.

"Nine Tribulation Swordsmanship".

"Isn't this book too shady, kid ......?"

Ling Tian sat cross-legged and took out the book carefully selected from the Library Pavilion, he didn't know that this swordsmanship was so bloody, if he went astray while cultivating, he would not be able to extricate himself, and it would probably become a killing machine.

There is even such a line in the book: Xuan He has a sword edge in ancient times, crisscrossing the west and east of the four seas. A little blood is so bright, what does it matter if you slaughter the world!

But in the dark, he felt that he would regret not choosing this book, and he couldn't even control his hand stretched out towards the Nine Tribulations, which made him feel terrified and a little curious at the same time.

What the hell is driving yourself!

Ling Tian's fingertips rubbed the line of poetry carefully, and he couldn't figure it out no matter what.

The First Tribulation of the Nine Tribulations Swordsmanship: The Aftermath of the Tribulation.

"Return to the flying bird love Nanzhi, and sigh for the rest of your life after the catastrophe!"

These nine tribulations should be the meaning of nine tribulations, Taoism says that heaven and earth are destroyed into a calamity, and one is destroyed and then repeated, the cycle of life and death.

If Ling Tian wanted to practice this sword technique, he would have to endure the pain of wandering on the boundary line of life and death nine times and suffering one calamity after another.

But he firmly believes that the Nine Tribulations are the choice of Heaven's will, and the heavens will descend on the Si people, and they must first work hard to work their muscles and bones, if this little difficulty cannot be overcome, how can they be proud of the others.

Ling Tian exhaled a long breath, resolutely put the book in his hand aside, closed his eyes and meditated, adjusting his breath to the best state.

The first step is to sink the qi into the dantian, feel the breath of the dantian, gather all the aura contained in the skin near it, and gradually the aura becomes more and more intense, but it has always been suppressed by Ling Tian and can no longer grow, and the continuous absorption of input makes the fist-sized aura as white as a bone.

The broken sword floated in front of him, constantly providing Ling Tian with pure aura, but a trace of blood in this aura lurked into Ling Tian's body, so that without him knowing, the small fist in the dantian gradually turned red.