After breaking away from the scope of Heavenly Sword Mountain, Su Moyu took the dumb child and the white wolf together to resist the broken sword, and flew all the way to the distance.

He was afraid that he would encounter other people from the Xuanjian Sect and have some unnecessary fights, so Edgeworth's speed was very fast.

He suddenly felt his body tremble a little, his strength became smaller and smaller, and his speed became slower and slower, and in the end, it was even difficult for Edgeworth to fly.

The Cave Realm that was held up by those black lines had also retreated at this time.

Su Moyu landed, the dumb man on his back gritted his teeth and walked forward, at this time there was a distance of more than 100 miles from Tianjian Mountain, but Su Moyu was still not at ease.

If the people of the Xuanjian Sect were determined to find themselves, the distance of more than 100 miles would soon be overtaken.

But in a hurry, my feet are getting slower and slower.

And every time he took a step, the muscles in his body hurt as if they were torn.

He looked down and saw that although there were no wounds on his arm, many spots of bleeding were oozing.

"Is this the side effect of those black lines?" Su Moyu asked himself, but no one could answer him.

It was with such difficulty that he carried the dumb child on his back, and finally lost feeling on both legs and finally fell to the ground.

The white wolf glanced back at Su Moyu, and the look in his eyes became more and more cold.

For the current situation, it knows better than Su Moyu, it is too dangerous to stop at this distance.

But looking at Su Moyu's current state, he couldn't continue to go at all.

The white wolf bared his teeth and waited for Su Moyu for a long time, seeing that he could only lie on the ground and gasp, and after it was difficult to get up, he hesitated for a long time before reluctantly walking over.

It lowered its body, biting Su Moyu's sleeve with its teeth, and it took a long time to pull the two of them onto its back.

At this time, the white wolf's physique is very small, and its strength is also lost when it gets out of trouble, so carrying such a heavy two people is also a great burden on it.

But that doesn't matter.

What the white wolf really cares about is that it actually carries a human on its back.

Think about how many demon beasts bowed down to me when they dominated the world, and how many cultivators fled in embarrassment in front of them?

Even later, the human who was so powerful that it was incapable of resisting grabbed itself, and refused to become the mount of the other party, thus being trapped for more than a thousand years.

But now, I can actually carry such two human beings!

"I can't see it, you're quite energetic. Su Moyu said with a smile.

The white wolf glared fiercely, and shone at Su Moyu's arm.

It's just that this bite didn't make any effort, although Su Moyu felt very painful, but it didn't hurt it.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. At this time, Su Moyu probably guessed the other party's mood and quickly closed his mouth.

The white wolf, on the other hand, took heavy steps and headed in a northwesterly direction.

After walking more than thirty miles all the way, the white wolf's physical strength was gradually exhausted, after all, at this moment, it was no longer the powerful wolf king at the beginning.

At this time, a dark cloud pressed from the direction of Tianjian Mountain had already overflowed over their heads, and in the blink of an eye, the mountain wind was howling, which was probably the prelude to the coming of the mountain rain.

At this moment, the white wolf's eyes lit up and he found that there was a cave near the river in a col in front of him.

It hurriedly quickened its pace, and before the mountain rain fell, it threw Su Moyu and Du'er into the cave, but he jumped out again, found many branches and dead grass, and covered the entrance of the cave.

If you don't observe it carefully, it's hard for outsiders to spot it.

Just after all this was done, a muffled thunder broke out and a downpour of rain fell.

And at this time, Su Moyu was already in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

With trembling hands, he untied the belt that bound the dumb child, took a cursory look at her injuries, and quickly conjured up another handful of pills to feed her.

After doing all this, his mind was relieved and he passed out.

I don't know how long it took to be in a coma, Su Moyu only felt as if the whole person had been burned back and forth by the flames a few times, but he didn't even have the strength to moan.

In the midst of his death, the black threads lurking inside him began to writhe.

It's just that unlike before, this time the twisting is much softer.

After a long time, these black lines began to form regular characters, and they appeared in front of Su Moyu's eyes again.

"Spirit Sword Technique......" Su Moyu read silently, he tried to look down, but he couldn't see what was written underneath.

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in his mind.

In an instant, the characters shattered into countless black lines.

Only this time, those black lines did not pour into his arms in one go, but were extremely evenly and regularly spread all over his body.

Vaguely, it seems to correspond to his meridians one by one.

At the same time, Su Moyu naturally had more information in his mind.

"......I see," Su Moyu said silently in his heart, and then completely lost consciousness.

After sleeping like this for a day and a night, Su Moyu suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

A spirit woke up, only to find that his face was clammy and cold.

And in front of him, the white wolf looked at him with disdain, and in its mouth, there was a broken scoop, and there was still half of the water in the scoop, and the half that it wanted to use was poured on its head.

He sighed impatiently, and moved his body slightly, although the tearing pain still hit, it was much better than before he fell unconscious.

Su Moyu breathed a sigh of relief, at this time, he already knew the true face of those black lines.

Those black lines are the scriptures written by the descendants of the previous generation of Spirit Sword Stream, with the ink sword.

It is also the only mastery of the Spirit Sword Flow, the Spirit Sword Technique.

This sword art is different from other sword arts, there are no moves and no mental techniques, and it can only be passed down from generation to generation in this way.

And this generation's spirit sword recipe was written on that page of bookmarks, hidden in a useless "Spirit Sword Book", poor those elders of the Xuanjian Stream, who had been reading fake books for more than a hundred years, but Su Moyu accidentally got the inheritance of the Spirit Sword Stream.

"No wonder although the Spirit Sword Stream has been passed down from generation to generation, it is the strongest vein among the Seven Streams of the Xuanjian Sword, and this Spirit Sword Technique is also a little too strong!" Su Moyu couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the swordsmanship essentials that had been embedded in his mind.

This set of spirit sword recipes is divided into two parts, the first is to raise qi, and the second is to raise the sword.

The so-called qi cultivation is to use those black lines to cast a completely different set of black meridians on the opposite side of one's own meridians, which are also those black lines.

This set of black meridians will imperceptibly absorb the excess aura from the outside world, and replenish the cultivator himself when facing the enemy, which can allow people to temporarily cross a realm to face the enemy.

It's just that every time you cross the border, there will be a lot of risks, it doesn't matter if the time is short, once the time is long, there will even be a danger to your life.

Su Moyu crossed the border twice in a row before, and now he is still alive, it can only be said that he is lucky and has a great fate.