Xu Han had some doubts and fantasies about the sudden mention of the connection between the sea and the current.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't have imagined that the arm that the sea current had prepared for him would be the arm of unknown origin in front of him, but it was extremely ancient and powerful.

His head was a little cloudy.

Even though his heart was much stronger than that of his peers, he was only seventeen years old after all, and he couldn't imagine what kind of situation it would bring him to having such an arm.

But soon there was a determination flashing between his eyebrows, he was unwilling to accept the status quo, so he had the opportunity to sell himself to the Senluo Palace, and now he has a broken arm, although he does not show any abnormality in this on weekdays, but his heart is somewhat uneven and gloomy. Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally have to give it a try. As for whether it will be a blessing or a curse after that, Xu Han naturally can't say it really, but he is willing to gamble.

If he didn't have this courage, why did he bother to enter the Senluo Temple back then.

And when the thoughts were surging in Xu Han's mind, the Canghai Current, with the permission of the phantom, no longer hesitated, and the sword in his hand swung and went straight towards the phantom.

The phantom had never thought that the sea flow would be so decisive, he didn't dare to hold it up, after all, although the cultivation of the sea flow was difficult to enter his eyes, he dared to make such a bet and must be prepared, the phantom understood this truth, so he was extremely cautious.

His toes touched the ground at that moment, and his body jerked back, trying to avoid the sudden stab of the current.

It's just that Canghai Liu is not satisfied with such a result, the cold light flashes in his cloudy eyes, the gray robe around him bulges like an air bag, and the speed of the sword blade suddenly speeds up a few points at that moment, and he reluctantly chases the retreating figure of the phantom to kill.

A heavy look of anger finally appeared between the phantom's eyebrows.

How powerful and ancient is he?

If it wasn't for the carelessness of the year, how could it be sealed here?

And if it weren't for the immortal seal back then that always pressed his body, how could he be deceived by those Sword Tomb disciples every three hundred years?

More than 4,000 years of resentment came to his heart at this moment, and the phantom's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Junior, do you really think that the deity is easy to deceive?" he let out a loud shout, and the monstrous anger turned into thunder that shook the sky, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

At that moment, the wind and clouds met on the top of Dayuan Mountain, and the thunder resounded.

The phantom's body erupted with a king-like coercion, and his hand suddenly stretched out to meet the long sword that was stabbing straight at the sea current.

The clouds in the sky and the wind in the mountains rushed madly towards the palm of the illusory shadow at that moment as if they had received an edict, and they rushed forward to meet the sword of the sea current.

"Poof. Canghailiu's body shook violently, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth, and red blood immediately overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Even the Great Yan Realm dares to come here and bring humiliation on himself!" A touch of color appeared in the phantom eyes of the successful blow, and he said in a cold voice, the momentum around him was great. The gathering of wind and clouds continued to move at that moment, and after a few breaths, it turned into a thin snake.

The red light around the phantom immediately surged down his arm towards the thin snakes, and the bodies of the thin snakes turned bloody under the infection of the red light, and their appearance suddenly became a little hideous.

The poisonous snake that was clearly conjured from the power of the phantom, at this moment, the blood light in their eyes lingered as if they had a spiritual intelligence, and under the drive of the phantom, the long sword that spit out the letter and entwined the sea current quickly attacked towards the sea current.

When he saw that he was about to cross the sword and hissed to kill the arm of the current.

The corners of Canghailiu's mouth suddenly outlined a smile, and a divine light suddenly burst out in his eyes.

His lips opened slightly.

A low, high-pitched syllable came out of his mouth at that moment.

He said.

"Xingtian. ”

This statement fell.

The already dim sky, driven by the phantom, suddenly darkened a little more.

As if it had been pressed into the clouds overhead, the razer scrambled and the electric python roared.

Streams of monstrous coercion poured from heaven and earth, straight to the current of the sea, as if they wanted to suppress it.

And the phantom, who had maintained enough calm from beginning to end, also heard the two words, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly dilated.

Bite!

But in the midst of this vision of heaven and earth, ten thousand thunders.

An extremely soft voice suddenly passed through the violent thunder and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The sound was like the rooster crowing before the day, the evening bell in the twilight.

It's not huge, but it's thundering.

It was a sword roar.

As the sword roared down, the long sword in Canghailiu's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling burst of blood.

Rumble!

The thunder of the heavens and the earth was even louder, and something seemed to be in the darkness of boundless rage.

Even a few thunderbolts in the clouds turned into electric pythons at that time and fell straight down, splitting ravines around the current.

But the current of the sea did not move.

He is like a god standing between heaven and earth, and all things are flowing, but he is not moving like a mountain.

The blood light on the sword's body became more and more brilliant, and the poisonous snakes wrapped around the sword body let out a terrible roar as if they had touched lava under the blood light, and finally their bodies shattered and turned into nothingness.

"The sky is round!" a thunderbolt erupted from the mouth of the sea current.

The sword in his hand, along with his body, turned into a streamer of light at that moment, and went straight to the face of the phantom.

The wind and clouds summoned by the Phantom Fang were torn apart like a defeat under that sword, and in an instant, the sword was on its body.

The phantom that was still in some shock didn't have time to resist at all, and as soon as his body shook, he was knocked dozens of feet away under the sword.

Rumble!

The thunder in the sky was even worse.

The seemingly short-lived but actually a lot of games between the two came to an end.

Canghailiu held the sword and landed on one side, his clothes were fluttering, his eyes were full of starlight, and the sword intent around him was clean, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

And the phantom shadow floated in the sky, the expression between the eyebrows was solemn, and the red light of the condensed body around the body was dim, obviously suffering a dark loss in the battle of Fang Cai.

"Xingtian Sword, no wonder you have the courage to be the enemy of the deity. He looked at the current of the sea with deep eyes, and said in a cold voice, his tone no longer had the previous arrogance and contempt, but a little more solemn.

It's just that this solemnity is not aimed at the sea current, but the long sword in his hand that is shining with bewitching blood at the moment.

Xu Han in the distance took in all this, the fight between the two had long been beyond his comprehension, even if he had already estimated the strength of Canghai Current, but now that he saw it, he knew that for the existence of that level, his thoughts were too naïve after all.

"The monarch smiled, without a little dependence, how dare Cang be ugly?"

Cang Hailiu said calmly, and at this time, the blood light on the long sword in his hand seemed to have spirituality, and it began to climb up the arm holding the sword along the sword body, and then those blood lights turned into blood qi and poured into his hand, and his arm became red at that time, and the blood vessels bulged, like a hideous poisonous snake all over his palm, and began to spread towards his arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Has the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb reached such a point? In order to suppress me for another three hundred years, you dare to use such a murderous thing?"

"Cang has been to Kunlun and seen the scene there. What exactly this sword means, the Maharaja knows, and Cang also knows. Canghai Liu stared directly at the phantom of the sky, "Don't you know that if you want to deal with those things, you have to have this sword." ”

"It's just that Cang overestimated himself after all, and the power of the fierce sword is far beyond Cang's control. ”

When Cang Hailiu said this, he seemed to think of some past events that he didn't want to mention, and his eyes suddenly dimmed a little, and even his voice immediately became low.

"So you want to take my arm and harness the fierce sword with demonic power?" The expression on the phantom's face froze when he heard this, and he said as if he had realized something, but then he seemed to think of something, and his gaze swept around for a while, and finally landed on Xu Han in the distance. He asked, "Are you trying to put this bet on that kid?"

"What does the Lord think?" The blood light that poured from the murderous sword still continued to erode the right arm of the sea current, and in the blink of an eye, his entire right arm had become extremely strange, but he was still unaware of it, he smiled and looked at the phantom, and his tone was not like a mortal enemy who wanted to fight to the death, but like a confidant he had not met for a long time.

"It's not surprising that ordinary people are vulgar. The Phantom shook his head and said with a frown.

"The immortals of Kunlun can't resist those things, but mortals have lived in the world for thousands of years, maybe whoever can defeat the immortals is not necessarily?" Cang Hailiu said disapprovingly.

The two deliberately controlled their voices, although Xu Han in the distance saw what the two seemed to be saying, but because they were too far away and the thunder between heaven and earth was non-stop, he couldn't hear the conversation between the two thoroughly, but he secretly wondered in his heart why the two who had just killed the dark stopped at this time.

"Is it? It's a pity that you can't convince the deity to block the fate of my people in the hands of a child, especially a human child, like you!" said the phantom with a cold look in his eyes, and the overwhelming power rushed out of his body at that time, like a river and a sea, all around the top of this mountain.

"The Maharaja misunderstood again, Cang didn't want to impose this fate on anyone, Cang just wanted to give him a key, as for whether to use it or not, it was all a matter of the aftermath and had nothing to do with Cang. Canghai shook his head again, but the sword in his hand was lifted by him at that time, and the sword intent around him also surged out of his body at that moment, colliding with the momentum stirred up by the illusory shadow, and the dust on the top of the mountain suddenly flew up.

"Yes, but it's not the mouth that wants to convince the deity. The phantom spoke, his voice getting colder and colder.

"I know below. Cang Hailiu nodded, and the sword was slammed against his chest, and the index and ring fingers of his other hand were erected and pressed against the blade.

"Boy, see clearly, this is the last trick the old man taught you!"

His voice suddenly became a little louder, passing through layers of thunder and straight into Xu Han's eardrums.

With that, he turned his head again to look at the king-like figure in the sky.

His eyes flashed with coldness, his index finger and ring finger slashed across the sword body, and a sword seed appeared behind him at that time, swinging with vigorous sword intent, and the sword seed grew violently under that sword intent.

After an instant, it turned into a budding seven-petal cyan lotus.

"The Great Dao is natural!"

The sound of the sea current resounded with rolling majesty on the top of the Great Abyss Mountain.

"You can also sword Yan!"

After he finished saying this, the seven-petal green lotus behind him suddenly bloomed like an edict.

He stepped on the green lotus, and his body was like a rainbow.

The thunder in the sky was quiet, and the wind and clouds of the meeting suddenly stopped.

At that time, the majestic sword intent was wrapped in wind, rain, thunder and lightning, turning into a dragon carrying the man who stepped on the lotus flower, and killed towards the dome.

That sword, the sound of ten thousand sounds, the mountains and rivers subverted.

With that sword, all beings fell, and the immortals lowered their eyebrows.

That sword only seeks a place to go, but does not find a way back.

......

"The avenue is natural, and it can also be a sword. ”

That is the opening outline of "Dayan Sword Technique", but it also contains the essence of this vast sword technique.

A sword seed can derive all things in the world, as it is said in the book, once the sword seed derives a seven-petal lotus, when the sword lotus blooms, it is the time when the sword trick is completed, and the time to break through the Great Yan Realm and ascend to the realm of immortals.

Of course, if you want the sword lotus to bloom, you don't have to be like this.

For example, it is also written in the book that a practitioner can use longevity as a guide to forcibly bloom a lotus flower.

And the price that needs to surface.

It's a life...

Xu Han looked at the sword, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

He knew that for the rest of his life, he would never forget that sword again.

......

A month later.

The bottom of the Great Abyss.

An old man in a green shirt stood in the snow, holding an oil umbrella, looking into the distance as if waiting for something.

And in the distance, a young man with a broken arm carried a long sword on his back, a black cat squatting on his shoulder, and a blood-red right arm that did not look like a human hand walked slowly.

His expression was blank, his clothes were ragged, and it seemed that he had gone through many twists and turns to get here.

"It's coming. The old man in the green shirt looked at the young man coming, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and asked softly.

"Hmm. The young man came to the old man, and he looked up at the old man and asked, "From this day on, you will be my master?"

"Hmm. The old man nodded.

"May I ask you a question?" asked the boy with the broken arm again, looking serious.

"The teacher also solves the doubts, ask. The old man said with a smile.

"What does this arm mean to me? A look of confusion appeared in the boy's eyes.

"The key to the puzzle, the stairway to the sky, and of course, the chains that are imprisoned in the abyss. The old man paused, then turned to look at the young man and asked, "What, have you thought clearly?"

The young man's gaze suddenly became complicated at that moment, he looked at the old man, pondered for a long time, and finally asked, "What about him, what kind of person is he?"

The old man didn't say a word, but turned his head to look at the majestic mountain top in the heavy snow, and was silent for a long time before speaking.

"Clear spring water on a hot day, pine in the snow. ”

"An eternal rebel, a true saint. ”