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The Zongyun Sword Technique in Yuan Lai's heart began to circulate, and this set of sword techniques started from Li Qingjuan teaching him the first style, until now, he has learned a total of nine styles, but the last one is always missing.

From the capital to Linjiang, during this period of time, with his conscious and good understanding and the help of a lifetime of relics, he learned the Zongyun Sword Technique very quickly, but he lacked the opportunity to fight, due to a certain resistance to the identity of the Cloud Sect Master and the vigilance of some troubles that this identity may cause, Yuan Lai has always loved this set of sword techniques, but rarely uses it.

Treating such a sword trick that can only be used as a hole card or simply called a chicken rib, Yuan Lai always wants to use it, so when faced with such an opportunity, he is decisively ready to intersect the things he feels with the sword trick in his heart.

The first form is to pass through the heart.

Then there is the second formula.

Every sword is related to clouds, from fiery red red clouds, to willow-like green clouds, earthy yellow thick clouds, that is the image of the sword technique.

In the past, in Yuan Lai's eyes, their appearance was thin, each style was a fixed meridian walking sequence, he only needed to memorize and be familiar with the process of Yuan Qi walking the meridians, simple, fast, and mechanical, just like cramming those things to memorize, and then use them, that's all.

Yuan Lai has always faintly felt that true cultivation should not be like this, and the real Taoism should not be so dull, so he has always felt that he lacks something very crucial, but although he has doubts in his heart along the way, he has always been at a loss and does not know what is missing.

Perhaps because of this, he stopped at the sword style of the last sword, and it has been a long time now, and he always feels a little worse every time, so the Zongyun Sword Technique has not been completed.

It wasn't until today, when he first sensed a trace of the true meaning of kendo from a great kendo master, that the fog finally lifted, and he realized that the last form had been in the front half of his feet, but he had never been able to step through.

This is a hurdle, and there are many, many of these hurdles, and one level at a time constitutes the threshold of the path of cultivation, and people in the world do not know how many fall in front of different thresholds and cannot afford to take that half a step in their lives.

But once you get past it......

The world is different.

Yuan Lai exhaled deeply, and his body spewed out a blood mist with this breath, and was blown away by the wind and rain before it could bloom.

The Cloud Running Sword Technique reached perfection in his heart at this moment.

At the same time, his perception of kendo is also a little deeper, and his understanding of the invisible Gang Qi of Wu Angelica's fingertips is also deeper.

Article 111.

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Wu Angelica is still slaying the dragon, his face is still dazed, tireless.

The old man stood in the wind and rain, the young man meditated on the stone bridge, a great master of the Four Realms of Swordsmanship, a newcomer to the cultivation who had just stepped into the Second Realm, one with white hair and a tender face, no matter how you look at it, there is no similarity.

Perhaps, only one thing is the same.

An old and a young, a senior and a junior, are all ......

Practice.

Wo Chau Mountain.

In several rooms of the small Zen temple, you can see the roundest and brightest moon, and it is already late at night, and some people have already slept, such as the little monk Sanzang who snores gently with his water and fire stick in the meditation room, but there are still many people who have not slept.

The oil lamp has been refilled three times, and under the dim light, a quiet girl surnamed Xie bows her head and reads, and in her hand is still the book with the black cover, but this time it has almost reached the end.

When the reader is immersed in the book, the wind and rain of the outside world are completely gone.

There is a light like a bean in the meditation room of Zen Master Daolin.

His clear face was neither sad nor joyful, the old monk's right hand held a thin sheep's hair, dipped in ink and writing, he wrote very slowly, his movements were as slow as a mortal old man, but the speed was uniform, and the time spent on each word was exactly the same.

But if you stand behind him and look down, you will find that he is not writing scriptures, but practicing calligraphy in the most superficial way.

Draw red.

Dowling's stroke has reached the realm of calligraphy, every word that circulates is a masterpiece, there are too few people on this continent who write better than him, what kind of word should be the word that is worthy of his red?

However, what is surprising is that the handwriting that is used as a template model is really clumsy, like a three-year-old child's graffiti, a stroke on the ground and a stroke on the sky.

It's ugly, it's clumsy.

But Dowling is very serious, very serious, like a schoolboy who writes his homework seriously.

Finally, Dowling put down his pen and moved his wrist, he picked up a cold cup of tea, took a sip, and was satisfied.

Just as he was about to continue painting red, an accident interrupted him.

In front of the right side of Dowling's table is a low celadon vase, which is filled with clear water, and in the clear water is a flower path, which is a seven-colored flower raised in clear water.

It has seven petals of different colors, and it is not magical, just ordinary.

Suddenly, however, there was no sound, and the third chrysanthemum-yellow petal withered.

Dowling was stunned, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly took a blank piece of paper and spread it in front of him, took the pen, and wrote down two extremely clumsy words.

Yuan Lai.

Dowling stared at these two words for a long time before his expression stretched out, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You've come to your senses. ”

It's really good.

The handle of the oil-paper umbrella at a height of 10,000 miles has returned to Xiao Bai's soft and white palm, and it is about to dawn.

The wind and rain gradually subsided, and when the two thousand water dragons collapsed, there was finally no more whirlpools in the river, and the old man standing on the stone pillar also withdrew his fingers, and his eyes returned to clarity from dazed.

The river began to settle down, and it all came and went as fast as it could. Wu Danggui inhaled contentedly, then looked around.

At this glance, I saw a pool of red blood on the stone bridge.

The bloodstains contain a trace of innate qi, so they have not been washed away, Wu Danggui walked there with a sigh, looked down and looked carefully, and was even more surprised in his eyes, but he didn't know where the bloodstains came from.

He was confident that there would be no powerful person in the course of his practice, so if that was the case, he would definitely wake up.

Unless the realm of the person who came was too low, so that he instinctively thought of him as an ant, but Wudanggui was lined with that woman, how could there be a little ant crawling here?

He looked around in surprise, and was suddenly surprised to see a line of words on the stone wall of the Anhe Bridge next to the bloodstains.

A line of engraved words, at this time the handwriting is still very new, exuding a very familiar atmosphere of Wu Angelica, that is his own sword intent, but there are many differences, but the origin is still very similar.

"Yuan Lai, come here?!"

Wu Danggui was stunned when he thought about it, and then the young fool with a peerless sword but stubbornly said that it was a knife came to his mind.

"Is that him?"

"Interesting!"

Wu Danggui smiled.

......

In the middle of the dawn, Yuan Lai dragged his body, which was already on the verge of destruction, to somewhere outside the town of Linjiang.

The blood of this body has been drained, the muscles and bones are about to be shattered, and even the innate qi that was unique to the original number of magic weapons is about to be exhausted.

At this moment, he had run out of gas, but his face, which was no longer human, was full of smiles.

"This wave, no loss!"

Yuan Lai smiled and fell into the dark, a whirlpool appeared in the air, and his divine sense drilled into it, leaving a useless empty shell, and as soon as the wind blew, this third doppelganger turned into powder and disappeared completely.

In the back mountain of Yunzong, Yuan Lai, who was sitting on the edge of the abyss, put down the fishing rod, closed his eyes, and withdrew all the returned divine consciousness.

What followed was that the temperament on his body began to change suddenly, not only the rise of the divine consciousness level, but also the traces of the Great Dao lingering in his body.

"Ruined a clone, but got a chance, it's really not a loss. ”

He opened his eyes and exhaled and muttered to himself.

However, at this moment, when he was rejoicing in his enlightenment, suddenly, the golden heart in his body emitted a burst of golden light!

An unconcealable pain swept over!

Yuan Lai's face was instantly pale and bloodless, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he fainted in pain!

At the last moment before fainting, he remembered the scene of his encounter with I in the Panthéon.

"Damn!, you're yin?!" (To be continued.) )