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The old man said again:

"The fact that you can escape from the ravine shows that you have your own way of survival. Although the worldly hermit cultivation realm is not as dangerous as the dead realm, if you can't cultivate immortals, it will be difficult to move an inch. Have you ever thought about it, you are a mortal after all, in case, even if you make a mistake, you will die. ”

Ling Luo shook his head helplessly, thinking back, since entering the hermit realm, this road had indeed been difficult.

He knew in his heart that he had escaped death several times, and it was more luck that was on his side. In the future, even if there is a time when luck is not on his side, will he still be able to return to the world alive?

The old man grabbed Ling Luo's shoulder and stared at him.

"Dead boy, would you like to inherit my fourteen swords?"

"Dead old man, are your fourteen swords very powerful?"

The old man raised his head and was full of confidence: "It's not only powerful, cutting mountains and seas, like cutting grass and trees." ”

Ling Luo didn't believe him at all.

"Bragging, you still cut mountains and seas like cutting grass and trees, you really think you are too empty. ”

The old man didn't care.

"Back then, in order to avoid those Xianmen disciples who apprenticed, I lived in seclusion on this desert island, but I didn't expect that it would be a hundred years later! Although you are not gifted, nor are you considered an immortal cultivator, but in your previous words, you have penetrated the Heavenly Dao, and in this regard, you are far better than those immortal monks. ”

Having said that, what the old man really values in his heart is Ling Luo's lazy demeanor and loose standing posture.

Ling Luo listened, lowered his head, and stared at his right hand.

"It's just...... How can I still use a sword with half of my right hand?"

The old man shook his head.

"It's not difficult, the right hand is inconvenient, just use the left hand, even if the hands are wasted, just abandon the sword, the way of the sword is engraved in the heart, even if you can't hold the sword, what's the matter?"

The old man's expression changed and he lost his smile.

"The Heart Protector Gathering Spirit Array in your body absorbs the Qi of Haoran and completely fills the Haoran Sea, it will take thousands of years, how can mortals live to that day? With this set of fourteen swords, you will definitely be able to shine in the secluded cultivation world outside the world. ”

Ling Luo's eyes lit up when he was aroused.

"It sounds unusual, but what level of cultivation have you reached now?"

The old man smiled and looked at the sky in the distance.

"Seven hundred years ago, I broke through the pinnacle of the Shenhai Realm, and those sword masters in the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate all chased after my buttocks, kneeling and begging for inheritance. Dead boy, you're blessed. ”

"Dead old man, it seems that you were quite arrogant back then! your own cultivation is so high, it doesn't matter if you even say that you can't cultivate immortals. I can't cultivate immortals, even if I inherit your fourteen swords, I'm afraid that if I can't take five steps, I will die under the sword of others. ”

The old man didn't care, just smiled.

"Hehe, I'll let you see the strength of the Fourteen Swords now. My sword was lost years ago, so I'll lend it to you. ”

"Wait, I'm a half-dead person, maybe I'll die one day, and I'll fail your life's work. ”

Ling Luo knew very well about his physical condition, and he would not be easily passed on.

The old man laughed:

"Haha! Life and death are always the most unpredictable, how do you know that you won't survive in a desperate situation? Hahaha, if you die, I don't blame you. ”

Ling Luo listened and pondered for a while, then smiled again, untied the dark blue sword and the lower string blade from his back, and threw them on the ground.

The old man knew at a glance that these two swords were extraordinary, and he bent down to pick up the imperial soldier, the lower string blade, and as soon as this lower string blade left the Xuanqing Ancient Sword, the black flame of the sword body became furious.

The old man didn't like it, so he let out a "tsk" and threw the lower blade away.

"Although this sword is peerless, the sword body is trapped with violent killing intent, and the resentment is too heavy, and the old man disdains to hold it. ”

The old man picked up another dark blue ancient sword, and when he looked at it, the body of this sword was as thin as two fingers, and there was a faint trace of death lingering at the sheath.

Ling Luo saw that the old man was holding a dark blue ancient sword, and he also learned from him and smiled disapprovingly.

"Hehe, this sword, can you pull it out...... You can use it as you like!"

"Hey, boy, what sword in the world I can't pull out?"

As he spoke, the old man drew his sword.

But...... After some effort, I really can't pull it out.

The old man was not convinced, and he used more strength to draw his sword. It's just that dozens of breaths have passed, and beads of sweat are already oozing from the old man's forehead, but the Xuanqing ancient sword is still embedded in the scabbard, not moving at all.

The old man shook his head and took a breath: "I used such a great force, the ordinary fairy sword has already been shattered; ”

Returning the Xuanqing Ancient Sword to Ling Luo, he picked up a half-burned branch in the fire.

"I'll use this broken branch to evolve the Fourteen Swords, and the evolution of the Fourteen Swords takes me a little life essence, so I'll only do it once, you can read it carefully, remember it!"

Ling Luo touched his head, and his tone was casual:

"Isn't it just a little bit of spirit, I don't have a good memory, you have to evolve a few more times. ”

"The husband is the sword, show it with nothingness, open it with profit, and then send it, and come first. ”

The old man used the broken branch as a sword, put the broken branch behind him, and ate it word by word.

"The first sword - the Shuren sword, this first sword is not a sword move, but the sword heart of the sword-wielding man. The three swordsmen have the sword of the Son of Heaven, the sword of the princes, and the sword of the Shuren. The sword of the Son of Heaven is superior, the sword of the princes is second, and the sword of the Shuren is the second. Five hundred years ago, the Son of Heaven Sword Duan Qing defeated the Sword Immortal and banned the title of Sword Immortal. Four hundred and fifty years ago, a swordsman defeated Duan Qing with a Shuren sword, and after defeating Duan Qing, this person did not ban the title of Sword Immortal, and calmly retreated to the world. But after this defeat, Duan Qing resigned himself as a sword immortal, and the hermit cultivation world only knew that his Son of Heaven Sword was defeated by the Shuren Sword. Since then, no swordsman in the world dares to take the title of sword immortal. ”

The old man waved his left hand as he spoke, very proud.

Hearing this, Ling Luo already understood that this Shuren swordsman was undoubtedly the old man in front of him, and he couldn't help but admire it.

"The sword of the Shuren, the unkempt head and sideburns, the hanging crown, the tassel of the manhu, the clothes of the short back, the eyes are blind and difficult to speak, the battle is in front, the neck collar is cut off, and the liver and lungs are decided. You are now inherited by me, the first thing is to learn my Shuren sword, even if you have two peerless swords, you should also hold them with the heart of Shuren in the future, you can keep it firmly in mind!"

"Oh. Ling Luo responded.

The old man looked at Ling Luo again, this young man was unkempt, he couldn't see his facial features clearly, his upper body was covered with wounds and blood scabs, and his lazy figure stood there crookedly, as if he would fall down if he was gently pushed.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, and secretly praised in his heart: This kid is born with the style of a sword. The old man got this heir in his twilight years, and he died without regrets.

"In other days, in this worldly hermitage world, you will eventually encounter the sword of the Son of Heaven and the sword of the princes, don't run away at that time, you can fight without saying a word, defeat it with the sword of the Shuren, do you hear?"

"Oh. ”

"The second sword - clutch. ”

"......

I saw the old man's hand break the branch and strike forward, and in an instant, the broken branch was divided into two, two into four, four into eight, and the sword path was chaotic, just when Ling Luo was dazzled for a while, the eight sword shadows merged into one, and the broken branch was incredibly pointed between Ling Luo's eyebrows.

"The third sword - breaking bamboo. This is a sword move, press the sword in the sheath, calmly, give the first opportunity to the enemy, just wait for the enemy to make a move, there must be a flaw in the move, a glance to penetrate, a sword strike. Although it is a late starter, it is the first to come!"

"Bang!" slashed with a sword.

The momentum of this sword is like breaking bamboo, just waiting for the bamboo body to be cut with a flaw, it will be like a waterfall.

"The Fourth Sword - Black Cloud Chasing the Moon. ”

The bamboo-breaking sword slashed ten times in a row, and ten fierce sword qi formed a powerful sword power.

"Under these ten sword might, the enemy must retreat, and when he retreats, he will be discharged, and if he retreats, he will lose the wind. What is chasing? When the enemy runs, I chase. And the most subtle thing about this chasing moon sword is that the enemy has not yet fled, and as soon as I come up, I put on a posture of chasing and killing, so that the enemy will be empty without a fight. If you fight in vain, you will be defeated. ”

"The fifth sword - vertical and horizontal. This sword is one virtual and one real, two virtual and two real. ”

Take advantage of this advantage to cut out two swords, one vertical and one horizontal, simple and clear two swords. Although there are only two swords, they are extremely powerful. The enemy does not know that it is one false and one real, two false and two real. Whenever the enemy blocks any sword, another sword breaks through his defenses and delivers a fatal blow.

"The Sixth Sword - Sting. ”

The old man struck a sword at the void: "First hide the sword momentum and lurk, look for an opportunity and suddenly burst, the other enemy is cowardly, and if you are cowardly, the sword heart is unstable, the sword heart is unstable, there will be a flaw, take this opportunity to use a stinging sword, a sword is fatal." ”

"The eighth sword - a thousand slashes. ”

Before the words fell, the old man's hand broke the branch, changing rapidly, as if thousands of hands, holding thousands of broken branches, stabbed forward with great speed. However, the thousand swords that the old man stabbed out were only within a breath.

Ling Luo was dumbfounded, this was simply too fast!

At this time, the old man's excited posture disappeared and sighed:

"The ultimate realm of the Fourteen Swords, being able to cut the real Fourteen Swords at the same time, is not the same period of time. You heard it clearly, it was the same moment, the fourteen swords were slashed out at the same time, there was no chronological order and difference, this was the ultimate realm of the fourteen swords. It's a pity that I haven't reached it in my life! I once fought with Qin Huai of the Sancai Sect, and I slashed out 8,800 swords in one breath, but these 8,800 swords are in chronological order, and they can't be cut out at the same time, and they are separated from the final realm, but they are worlds apart. ”

"The ninth sword - obscuring the eyes, a sword obstructing the eyes, the fierce sword seems to take the enemy's head, but in fact it is intended to kill the limbs; ”

"Bang!boom!boom!" the sound of sword qi tearing through the air.

"The tenth sword - take the Chinese army. ”

This sword, the sword path is single, there is only one move, but the momentum is like a rainbow, straight to the Chinese army, unstoppable.

"If you don't kill a thousand troops and kill one general, even if the enemy has all kinds of sword paths, you have to return to the sword to protect its army. ”

"The eleventh sword - barricade. ”

The old man held the broken branch in his hand and pointed to the ground in front of him, and with a slash on the ground, a sword qi came out, and a ten-meter-long crack suddenly appeared on the ground.

"The twelfth sword - the second. ”

The broken branch in the old man's hand once again showed an astonishing change, one sword, two swords, three swords...... The first flowers bloomed, and countless figures scattered, surrounding Ling Luo.

Ling Luo was surrounded, he felt that he was full of flaws, and he only needed the old man's sword at will to take his life. He has to guard against it everywhere, and there is nowhere to prevent it, and he can't prevent it.

"The thirteenth sword - Bai Yun is out of Xiu. ”

The broken branch swept the enemy's head from the bottom to the top, pointing directly at the sky, and in an instant, the sword peak suddenly turned, and the falling momentum was like a god descending, taking the enemy Baihui.