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"It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. ”

Thinking of the sentence that the master had emphasized, and the entries in the "Commentary on Zhuangzi Sword Cultivation" that were not clearly explained, Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly felt relaxed.

So he slowly bent down, slowly sat down on the ground, and slowly lay down.

At the critical moment of cracking the sword formation, he actually slept soundly in the secret realm!

Elder Wang Shanyang, who was aware of all this, frowned slightly.

Zhuo Zangfeng lay down, quietly changed the position of the sword, and put it on his chest, still holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

Even though he mobilized his whole senses, he couldn't detect that the sword formation would attack from that direction first.

Knowing oneself and knowing the other side can win all battles.

After a long time, he finally caught a faint trace of vitality, which was different from the sword qi generated by Elder Wang Shanyang.

This is a hidden excellent vitality, after camouflage, through the transformation of the vitality from substance to void, people have the idea of underestimating the enemy.

In fact, it was an extremely powerful sword aura.

It's a pity that this vitality encounters Zhuo Zangfeng, the body of a sword path immortal, and all the changes with tricks can't escape his sea of knowledge.

In the past few days, he went to Xingzhu Peak and asked Senior Brother Xingzhu for advice on how to crack the sword formation, and only said one sentence.

Over there, "Everything is like a cloud of smoke, and the fire eye is alchemy." ”

Fortunately, thanks to the master's original annotations, and the huge harvest after the continuous study of "Heaven's will", there is a hidden edge, and the understanding after many days of concealment.

He didn't act rashly.

Darkness is no longer darkness, because it is all black in front of you, as if the world was meant to be like this.

Countless subtle vitality began to flow, like cool water by the river, waiting for the thirsty traveler to take a big suck.

In this extremely quiet space, there was a dragon's groan in my ears.

It's time, Zhuo Zangfeng clenched the hilt of his sword.

The dark heaven and earth retreated like a flood of beasts.

Light has re-entered the world.

The secret realm was as bright as day, and at the same time, the dragon roared, and the sword roar was sharp and piercing.

Zhuo Zangfeng jumped up, and the Qingfeng Dao Sword had already drawn its scabbard.

A huge gathering head suddenly burst out overhead, like a huge black cloud.

The sword formation finally took shape without being touched, which meant that his previous judgment was very accurate.

For the giant dragon, what left the deepest impression on him was the time when Duan Qianhua left Luofeng Mountain and followed the envoy of the Dragon Domain.

Meng Taixu also once taught him some simple dragon control techniques.

He knew not to make eye contact with the dragon at any time, but to keep an eye on the scales around the beast's neck.

If the scale is reversed, it will be killed, and if the scale is not moved, the heart will be calm.

Don't look at his dragon whiskers, the long flagpole-like object is no reference, and can only be counted as a dragon to scare people.

In fact, Meng Taixu said this because his realm was too high, and if he was placed in a secular martial artist, a casual blow from the dragon beard would also cause irreparable trauma.

Zhuo Zangfeng naturally didn't dare to take it lightly.

The dragon began to circulate and fly, and once it approached his side, it seemed to grow much smaller.

A scorching golden light shot out from each scale, and Zhuo Zangfeng knew that it was sword qi.

Quickly condensed his breath, the long sword passed through his chest, and a piece of golden light spilled out, and the shot was the most difficult trick for the inner disciples to learn, "Drink loneliness to the breeze alone".

Not to mention him, even the senior brother with the highest cultivation in the inner gate has not practiced to the point of perfection.

This sword came out, like a fresh breeze and pine waves, and the sword was full of ancient meaning.

What's even more peculiar is that the dragon's body scurried and took the initiative to retreat, and the sword qi on the dragon's scales instantly dimmed a lot.

Three more swords, it's still this trick.

Nothing changes, Zhuo Zangfeng spun lightly on his toes, and his body jumped in the air.

His sword was pointed straight above his head, and there was an air of splendor on it.

In the seemingly limited space, the dragon retreats towards the boundless space.

A sword and a sword, as comfortable as chopping melons and vegetables.

His cultivation has already surpassed that of the inner disciples, and the amount of vitality is even more huge and unbudgetable, and this painstaking study of the sword skills of the Heavenly Sword Sect has made rapid progress in the realm.

The impatient Imperial Dragon Sword Array attacked under Wang Shanyang's anxious temper, and before the combination was completed, a gap was opened.

This time, he didn't look for the formation eye, because the momentum on Zhuo Zang's sword was enough to be proud.

Originally, he was lying on the ground to find the direction of breaking the formation, but the elder thought it was nonsense, and launched the sword formation in advance.

According to the difficulty of the Dragon Sword Formation this time, this trustworthy elder would naturally strictly control it, but he didn't expect such a fast speed, and this Heavenly Sword Sect's worst disciple found a chance to break the formation.

At this moment, he had already seen that this guy named Ma Tayun was not simple, but the strange thing was that every time he took out his sword, even the vitality was running, and the meridian condensation method was the same as the Heavenly Sword Sect, which was obviously the sect's technique.

If this matter is true, this disciple who has been in the sect for less than half a year can use such a pure Heavenly Sword Sect sword technique, then Mu Jianhong, a genius, is just a fool in front of him.

Wang Shanyang groaned, and suddenly thought for no reason: the light of fireflies competes with the sun and the moon.

As Zhuo Zangfeng continued to expand the space with his sword qi, the dragon became smaller and smaller, retreating farther and farther, and gradually turning into a phantom.

Seeing the changes, he didn't dare to be careless.

How could the Heavenly Sword Sect's Dragon Sword Formation be so simple?

Although he was confident and had the strength to crack the sword formation, he still hoped that this sword formation would be even stronger.

Otherwise, there will be no victory.

This was his slightly arrogant idea.

Fortunately, there was this expectation, and just as the dragon shadow was about to disappear, there was a sudden sound of ten thousand swords skimming the sky.

The giant dragon re-condensed its sword qi, its body twisted and circled, and its dancing claws were tightly curved like hooks, like a golden dragon flashing with thunder and lightning towards Zhuo Zangfeng.

The sword qi is indestructible, and the sword roar can destroy any strong will in the world.

Zhuo Zangfeng stood still, and the true yuan of his whole body condensed the sword blade.

At this moment, the part of his sword, the condensed vitality, and the transformed body technique were all at the peak.

The ancient pine under the clouds, the cultivator next to the pine, the sword intent in the cultivator's wine glass,

This is the Heavenly Sword Sect's "Lonely Drink Lonely to the Breeze." ”

The boundless falling wood is Xiao Xiao, and the breeze and wine come into the lips.

The light on the sword flickered, like the loneliest sword light piercing the hearts of the tedious and worldly people.

Jianhua has ten thousand rays of light, and then a thousand threads, which are condensed into one point.

It's like the power of thousands of feathered arrows concentrated on a single flying feather.

Even though he had never looked into the dragon's eye, the sword was unmistakably pierced into the dragon's eye.

"Peng!"

The sound was not loud, and the light was faint.

Like a mischievous child holding a bamboo pole, the dragon's phantom burst like a blister and disappeared without a trace.

The sword in his hand emitted a burning sensation, Zhuo Zangfeng endured and did not throw away the Qingfeng Dao Sword, his feet fell on the ground of the solid stone, and his heart was steady.

At the same time, he quickly swallowed the "Heavenly Dew Solid Divine Pill" he had left behind before into his stomach.

This seemingly simple sword actually made him stumble, fortunately with this pill, otherwise under the huge force impact, the viscera qi sea would be damaged to varying degrees.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his nose, Zhuo Zangfeng found that the vitality of his body was running like a tide, and he said in his heart: "The Dragon Sword Formation is nothing more than that. (To be continued.) )