A sea of clouds, the top of the mountain is broken.

Lin Xiao only had a touch of consciousness, but he could clearly 'see' everything around him, staring at the white-robed young man sitting in front of him, the white-robed young man still had a serious look on his face, a rare serious staring at Lin Xiao, staring at him with big eyes, and no one spoke.

It's not a matter if it goes on like this, and I'm not here to play.

"Since the record is ...... There are strong and weak martial arts, what are the records I get every time I defeat the enemy and kill the enemy?

"Of course......" the white-robed young man laughed, "No." ”

"Every time you get martial arts, most of them go to Shenxiao Mountain, and a small part belongs to you as a reward, is it fixed, that's because it's easy to count, how easy. ”

The other party's answer made Lin Xiao feel very bad.

Most of them belong to Shenxiao Mountain, that is, the record of defeating and killing the enemy every time...... Well...... Most of the martial arts have been hacked, and sure enough, their feelings are not wrong.

There was a kind of thinking that he was the boss, but when he took it, he found out that he was working hard for others, and his tears almost fell after knowing the truth.

"The treasure of Shenxiao Mountain must run freely, and it must be supported by martial arts, you can't let the horses run and not give the horses grass. The young man grinned, it sounded like there was some truth, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was fooling people again, and he was suspected of driving.

"The martial luck rewards for your accumulated number of defeated enemies and consecutive kills are divided from the martial arts accumulated in that part of Shenxiao Mountain, so if you want to get more martial arts, you need to defeat the enemy more and kill strong enemies in a row. The white-robed young man smiled and encouraged: "In this way, Shenxiao Mountain can also get more martial arts, we ...... You can taste it delicious from time to time. ”

Lin Xiao didn't bother to think about that anymore, it was useless to think about it anyway.

"Cultivation, isn't it all about paying attention to one step at a time, gradually improving, why does Shenxiao Mountain want to use the battle record to directly improve?" Lin Xiao asked the doubts that had been pent up in his heart.

Using the battle record to improve the martial arts technique, the effect is very good, too good to be good, Lin Xiao is actually a little worried, worried about what problems will arise and what hidden dangers will be left, but if you don't improve, it will be difficult to overcome the danger again and again, and the situation is forced.

If you want to say that it is forced by the situation, it is as willing as it is.

"Why can't the battle record be improved?" Lin Xiao didn't wait for the white-robed young man to answer, and asked a second question.

You have to treat everyone equally, right?

"The black robe told you that those who practice swords are divided into swordsmen and sword cultivators. The white-robed young man smiled and said, "But today, I want to tell you that there are two kinds of sword cultivation in the world, one is called other sword cultivation, and the other is called Shenxiao Mountain sword cultivation." ”

Lin Xiao was stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt more and more that the meaning in those words was extremely deep, and his tone was even greater than that of the black-robed man before.

"The Great River Dongliu style is one of my Shenxiao Mountain sword frames, it is the basic style of Shenxiao Mountain swordsmanship, of course, it can't be improved by martial arts, those who can be improved by martial arts are not in the stream, and they don't need to spend time and energy to learn, it's just a waste. The white-robed young man said in a rare manner.

Lin Xiao pondered for a while, but he understood.

Dare to love, the martial arts he learned before are not in the eyes of the white-robed young man, even if it is a first-class Tianhe Zongyun swordsmanship.

"After all, you still don't understand the difference between a swordsman and a sword cultivator, let alone an ordinary sword cultivator and Shenxiao

The difference between mountain sword cultivation and cultivation. The white-robed young man seemed to have ADHD, and his body swayed from side to side as if nothing was there: "But it doesn't matter, as long as you are alive, you will have a chance to understand." ”

"If there is a time when you encounter something that cannot be consumed to improve your martial arts, it must be extraordinary. The white-robed young man finally laughed, only to see him flick his fingers, and a wisp of snow-white sword qi popped out to pierce the sky: "Just when I take away the price of your thousand martial arts." ”

Lin Xiao's consciousness seemed to be shattered by that snow-white sword qi.

In the early hours of the morning, on the bed in a room of the Zhou Mansion, Lin Xiao's eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly turned over and sat up, his eyes were like cold lightning sweeping across the air, and he was relieved to see everything he was familiar with, but his heart was empty.

There are still many questions that have not been asked, such as why there are so many swords stuck in Shenxiao Mountain, but they were forcibly sent away.

"Divine Realm...... Shenxiao Mountain...... Sword cultivation ......" Lin Xiao muttered to himself, always feeling very incredible, it seemed to be a dream, but it was not a dream, and the so-called battle record turned out to be martial arts.

What is Martial Arts?

To understand, it should be martial arts fortune.

Those who practice martial arts have martial arts and cannot be seen by the naked eye.

"Other sword cultivators...... Shenxiao Mountain Sword Cultivation ...... It's not bragging. Lin Xiao said secretly, I don't know if the unreliable guy can feel his thoughts.

Thinking of his lack of a thousand records, Lin Xiao was heartbroken and could not breathe.

Could it be a lie, though?

Thinking about it, Lin Xiao suddenly sensed it carefully, and sure enough, he sensed that something seemed to exist in the depths of his mind, and his heart couldn't help sinking, and it seemed that the battle record had really been taken away by a thousand.

In the darkness, Lin Xiao saw a little light, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be the appearance of a mountain peak, slowly wisps of light, and outside the light, there were wisps of green qi lingering, Lin Xiao stared at those green qi and counted them carefully, and found that there were six hundred and ninety-four wisps in total.

Silently calculate your previous remaining records and obtained records, and then deduct a thousand, it is indeed 694 points.

A thousand records, there really isn't any.

Is it easy for me to get a thousand battles?

In the midst of grief, Lin Xiao did not forget the snow-white sword qi that shot out from the other party's last finger, which was another sword frame.

Through the clouds!

"When you learn all the Shenxiao Mountain kendo basic styles, you can be considered to be truly introduced to Shenxiao Mountain. There was a laugh in it, which then fell silent.

Dajiang Dongliu style, is the first Shenxiao Mountain sword frame he learned, it was demonstrated by the black-robed man to himself, and if he can't learn it, he will lose an opportunity, and this white-robed young man, well, maybe he can't be called a teenager, the ghost knows how old he is, after all, he will not be younger than himself, that is, an old guy who pretends to be tender, but he directly instilled the cloud-piercing style into his mind.

The thousand battle records have been lost, and no matter how sad he is, he can't come back, Lin Xiao gathered his thoughts and focused on the inheritance imprint in his mind, and as soon as his brain shook, Lin Xiao saw a figure appear in front of him, and it was 'himself'.

That Lin Xiao first held the sword in the style of the Great River East, and the true intent of the sword path was gathered bit by bit, exactly the same as when he practiced in person, making Lin Xiao more focused on staring.

In the next breath, 'Lin Xiao''s movement posture changed, and his body and hands and feet were closed

Shrinking, as if to shrink to a point, the long sword was withdrawn as if hidden under the sleeve of the wide robe, and the eyes were staring ahead, extremely sharp, as if to pierce everything in front of it.

"Piercing the clouds and breaking through the sky, in order to attack and kill the sword frame, the emphasis is on moving forward to break everything, and its essence is ...... There is no one under the sword. ”

The last four words made Lin Xiao unconsciously raise a burst of goosebumps.

There is no one under the sword!

How...... What a ......

Lin Xiao couldn't describe the trembling feeling.

There is no one under the sword, because even if there is, it is also defeated by this sword, so there is no one.

The demonstration in his mind was more intuitive and clearer than the previous demonstration of the black-robed man, and Lin Xiao's feelings were more profound.

After demonstrating three times in a row, the inheritance imprint dissipated, Lin Xiao stood still in place, and after a while, he slowly drew his sword and posed in the eastward flow of the great river, and the true meaning of the sword path emerged bit by bit, and between the robe sleeves and agitation, the true intention of the sword path gathered, the white robe was like a stream, and the true meaning of the sword was like a loach slowly swimming.

When the true intent of the sword is condensed to a certain extent, the sword frame of Fu Lin's heart changes, and the whole body shrinks, as if it is about to shrink to the extreme, as if the spring is compressed to the extreme, the sword is also deeply retracted, the eyes are sharper and sharper, and the true intent of the sword from the original slow cruising becomes fast, rushing like a tide and moving like the wind, all of them rush into the sword covered by the sleeves of the robe, the sword body trembles slightly, and there is a burst of sword sounds, as if it is a golden iron horse, as if wearing a golden cracked stone.

A momentum spread out, and as time passed, Lin Xiao felt that it was gradually difficult for him to hold the sword in his hand, and that force was lingering and condensed, and it was about to explode.

Since he couldn't help it, he didn't need to endure it anymore, Lin Xiao's eyes glared angrily, as if a thunderbolt of cold lightning was emerging, he couldn't help but let out a low shout, the sword suddenly burst out and stabbed out, a sword stabbed out, the sword intent was condensed and integrated, and for a moment Lin Xiao only felt that the sword stabbed out seemed to weigh ten thousand catties, and it seemed to be advancing layer by layer in the mire, and it was subject to many difficulties and dangers.

With every inch the sword forward, it seemed to be a little lighter, as if it had broken some shackles of some limit, and it seemed to be a little heavier, because it was bound by new shackles.

On Lin Xiao's arm holding the sword, large tendons bulged, like a dragon and snake rising from the land, and the muscles bulged.

The sword finally paused halfway, as if a mountain of steel was blocking the way.

Suffocating!

Very depressed, not vomiting unpleasantly depressed.

As a last resort, Lin Xiao could only put away the sword sickly, this is a sign that he has not yet mastered it and has not yet practiced at home, if he has practiced it, then this sword will be able to stab out.

Gathering his thoughts, Lin Xiao closed his eyes and savored carefully.

"Piercing the clouds...... Penetrate and shatter everything...... No one ...... under the sword"

Once again, he put on the big river eastward style to gather a sword intent, and then turned into a cloud-piercing style, and another sword stabbed out.

After trying again and again, as if tirelessly, Lin Xiao's face gradually turned pale and sweated.

Another sword stabbed out, the sword intent gathered and flourished, the sword seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, and the air in the room was whistling, like a roaring wind.

This sword, in the end, broke through the resistance and bombarded out, the sword wind roared, straight to the bed, the sword intent raged in the wind, and immediately broke the bed.

Lin Xiao's figure staggered, and he fell backwards with Venus in his eyes.

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