"That's right, it's the Tianyang Sword!" Zhuge Changkong looked at the golden long sword, his face full of solemnity.

"Master, why did you pass this sword on to me, isn't it more appropriate for the other six senior brothers?" Xiao Tian touched the long sword in his hand and wondered.

Zhuge Changkong shook his head helplessly, and explained, "Your other six senior brothers, although their cultivation is high, their personalities are scattered, and they are not suitable for the Tianyang Sword, and besides, this sword has a spirit, and it is difficult for ordinary people to control it!"

Hearing this, Xiao Tian fell into deep thought.

Zhuge Changkong, his face was solemn, and he asked solemnly, "Old Seven, do you know the meaning of the Tianyang Sword?"

"Disciple doesn't know!" Xiao Tian replied.

"The Seven Peaks Sword Sect, there are a total of seven swords, and the one who holds the sword is the next one!" Zhuge Changkong said in a deep voice.

"What? The next person in charge?" Xiao Tian lost his thoughts in an instant, and his heart turned over for a while.

"Master, I can't ask for this sword!" Xiao Tian bowed his body, bowed, and said slowly, "I'm a person, I'm used to being free and casual, if I am bound by canons and dogmas, I will feel uncomfortable!"

Zhuge Changkong shook his head helplessly, and said slowly, "Old Seven, do you know why I taught you this sword?"

"Why?" Xiao Tian wondered, "If you are mature and steady, there should be no one who can compare to Senior Brother!"

"That's right, its previous owner was the boss! The boss practiced swords, and he was well versed in the way of falling into dreams, and he was originally the best person in the Tianyang Sword, but since you entered the Tianyang Peak, this sword has often been out of phase, especially when you practice, this sword will automatically rush towards your Xiaoyuan! So, the boss will retreat this sword!" Zhuge Changkong frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Teaching you the Tianyang Sword is not my choice, but this sword, its own choice!"

"What, this sword, you chose me?" Xiao Tian was full of surprise.

"The spirit sword has a spirit, and you will choose the master by yourself! You are the choice of the sword spirit!" Zhuge Changkong said solemnly, "I also believe that the vision of the sword spirit!"

Looking at the long sword, Xiao Tian stroked it gently, his eyes full of doting.

"Hum~"

With a sword roar, the Tianyang Sword seemed to cheer and tremble.

"Little guy, you will accompany me in the future!" Xiao Tian touched the long sword, and a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, Master, the master said that there is a traitor in the Futu Hall in the door, who do you think it will be?" Xiao Tian rolled his eyes and wondered.

Zhuge Changkong, frowning, fell into deep thought, and sighed long, "Alas, I have also discussed this matter with the senior brother in charge, and at present, no trace of the mole has been found!"

Xiao Tian looked at Zhuge Changkong's face, fell into deep thought, and asked questions.

"By the way, Master, the traitor knows all our plans, and he can arrange them in advance, so he must know the news in advance, so it is possible that this traitor is at the top!"

Hearing this, Zhuge Changkong squinted his eyes, nodded, and said slowly, "I think so too, and that person's identity must not be simple!

"Then Master, do you have any suspicions in your heart?" Xiao Tian asked.

"I've secretly investigated, don't leak the news about this matter first!" Zhuge Changkong raised his head, looked at the ranking in the ancestral hall, and sighed. Said slowly, "The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, I don't know if this time, my Seven Peaks Sword Sect, can survive this catastrophe!"

Looking at Zhuge Changkong's worried face, Xiao Tian also felt a sense of worry in his heart.

"By the way, Seventh, I'll give you something!"

Zhuge Changkong took out a jade talisman from his bosom and handed it to Xiao Tian.

"Remember, when your life is in danger, crush it, and the teacher will be able to sense it, and when the time comes, the teacher will rush over to save you!"

Holding the jade talisman, looking at Zhuge Changkong, with concerned eyes, Xiao Tian's heart flowed through a warm current.

"Old Seven, time is tight, you go back to cultivate, and when you come out of the Sumeru Spirit Realm, I will convene the Seven Peaks, formally, and hold a sword transmission conference!" Zhuge Changkong commanded.

"Yes, the disciple is retiring!"

Bidding farewell to Zhuge Changkong, before Xiao Tian returned to the underground palace, he found that the ground was full of potholes, everything was destroyed, and his heart was full of helplessness.

"It's over, there's no place to cultivate!" Xiao Tian's case was slandered. "There's still a month to go, why don't I go to the Eight Views Palace and cultivate!"

With a turn of mind, between heaven and earth, there was an instantaneous change, and Xiao Tian in front of the underground palace disappeared in an instant.

Under the chaos, the gray is incomparably dark, looking up, only to see a huge palace standing in the chaos, it seems to be real but not real, it seems to be virtual and not virtual, the light is transparent, and the whole palace gives people a solemn and majestic feeling.

No matter how many times you visit, there will be a feeling of worship.

Pushing open the door, Xiao Tian walked into the first palace, sat on the ground, opened the "Twelve Styles of Sword Moves", and began to study!

"The sword, the king of weapons, the head of a hundred soldiers, has the basic tricks of splitting, chopping, collapsing, teasing, gridding, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and sweeping"

...

Draw out the Tianyang Sword, run the long sword, and practice the simplest way of attack, the way of stabbing, which is also the main attack technique in the way of the sword.

In the main hall, Xiao Tian turned his long sword and stabbed forward.

Collect the sword, stab out, collect the sword, stab out!

Repeat over and over again!

Nineteen thousand two hundred thirty-one

Nineteen thousand two hundred thirty-two

......

The sword moves became faster and faster, as if stabbing out a series of afterimages.

Twenty six million nine hundred eighty-two...

......

"Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-one..."

With the last ten swords stabbed, Xiao Tian breathed a long sigh of relief, ran Xuangong, and after a few breaths, the vitality in his body began to be abundant again, and the golden pill in the dantian began to grow a little stronger!

"Cut!"

ninety-nine

hundred

......

From top to bottom, Xiao Tian ran his long sword, facing the front, slashing out one sword after another!

One

Two

......

Thirty-nine thousand six hundred thirty-one

Thirty-nine thousand six hundred thirty-two

......

The sword moves became faster and faster, as if slashing out a series of afterimages.

......

"Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-one..."

It's a constant, repetitive practice.

One day in the main hall, one year in the outside world!

For three whole years, Xiao Tian was in the palace, cultivating the most basic twelve swords, splitting, chopping, collapsing, teasing, gridding, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and sweeping.

In order to meet the Sumeru Illusion, everyone is desperately cultivating!

Xiyang Peak, in the back woods.

Thundering, holding a long sword in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, turned to move his body.

In the woods, there are afterimages one after another.

"Kill!"

Lei Ming's body was like a breeze, blinking his eyes, and he came to the west of the woods, and where he passed, hundreds of ancient trees were broken by the roots.

Sunrise Sword, in a separate courtyard.

Huangfu Nan, holding a long sword in his hand, the long sword brushed, stabbed at the stake!

On the wooden stake, the word Xiao Tian was written with a sword blade.

"Xiao Tian, Lingling is mine, dare to rob a woman with me, I want you to die without a place to be buried!"

The sword slashed vertically, and the stake split in two.

"Damn, why, I haven't broken through the Black Armor Realm yet?"

The Seven Peaks Sword Sect, all the disciples, are in penance!

(End of chapter)