Next to the Lake of Tears, a teenager is still sitting by the lake. "This place is really good, here for a long time, I feel more and more deeply about the heart, where the heart is, where the sword is, where the heart is, invincible. The heart is the most powerful weapon and the most mystical weapon. I felt that the perception of the heart had reached a bottleneck, and a trace of spiritual power in my body had also become a wisp. Xing He began to practice the sword, now the heart door has been opened, the fourth type of Xing family's swordsmanship Xing Jian chasing the heart, it is easy to practice a lot, Xing He has been proficient in the sword move before, and now he understands the heart door, this move is easy to perform, but now the physical strength can be used up to three times, and the pitiful spiritual power is not enough to even perform Xing Jian to the heart once. After recovering his physical strength, Xing He began to practice the Fifth Style Cultivation Heart Sword. In fact, Xing He had already mastered more than half of the Xing family's swordsmanship, because his heart was not open, he couldn't cultivate, and naturally he couldn't practice other techniques. But he just knows the sword moves, and he usually hone them slowly, and he has accumulated a lot of depth in the past 6 years. However, his current physical strength made Xing He only able to perform the Fifth Type Cultivation Heart Sword once. The sword rises, the sword falls, the left stabs and the right split, the sword light flows, the sword body flies, and finally condenses a sword light, with a wave of the left hand, a brilliant sword light splits towards the lake of tears, only to see that the sword light disappears without a trace as soon as it touches the lake of tears. "Huh?" Xing He was shocked. I thought that this sword light would hit a thousand waves, but it naturally blended into the water. "It seems that this lake of tears has a great origin. Xing He said secretly.

After the fifth type of heart training sword was cast, Xing He's physical strength was exhausted, but he felt that his heart was more condensed after one move, and he felt that something would appear. He was amazed, he had never heard of anything appearing behind the door of his heart. Since you can't figure it out, you just don't think about it. Xing He is such a person, who makes it feel at ease with things that he can't control. Xing He on the bank was restored on the side, and it took three quarters of an hour for Xing He's strength to recover eighty percent and ninety, thanks to the fact that he brought a lot of dry food. After resting for a while, he decided to go down to the lake to practice his sword, he wanted to use the power of the lake to increase his control over his sword moves and become more proficient. That's why he came to Lake of Tears. Walk to the lake, take a leap and jump into the lake. As soon as he entered the lake, Xing He felt a lot of pressure and began to swing his sword, the first Xing Jian style. The Xing sword style is the basic swordsmanship of the Xing family, which only focuses on the foundation and does not focus on attack. After practicing sword moves for 6 years, Xing He performed the first style very smoothly, the second style below, Xing Jian Thorn, focusing on skills, there are many ways to stab, straight stab, back stab, oblique stab, etc. The third style of Xing Jian Dance, this style is the use of the sword, and it is necessary to master the sword in order to exert the maximum power of the sword. In one breath, Xing He performed the first three styles, the fourth type Xing Jian chased the heart, took a breath Xing He held the sword tightly with both hands and began to swing it, the same is the fourth style, but Xing He has to spend seventy percent of his strength to practice it in the lake, but this is in exchange for the control of the sword, the use of power, it is worth doing. As soon as a sword light was cast, the sword light disappeared again. "What a strange place to be! ”

Xing He dragged his tired body back to the shore, ready to rest and start practicing his sword. He knows that sword training is not a matter of one or two days, but every day, starting from the most basic and practicing to the point of perfection. Suddenly, there was a huge sound of breaking the sky in the distance, Xing He watched the blood-red light approaching him, a soul-making coercion became stronger and stronger, Xing He trembled, but he couldn't move a step. "That! that...... What is it?" When Xing He was thinking, the blood-red light was less than a hundred miles away from Xing He. Xing He forcibly mobilized a little spiritual power to gather in his eyes, trying to see what it was, but he could only see a ball of light, a ball of blood-red light, as if it was the sun, illuminating his eyes almost blind. "No, I can't get any closer, my blood is boiling. I'm burning. Xing He felt that the endless coercion would kill him, so he did not hesitate to raise his feet with difficulty, and wanted to jump into the lake, but the boundless coercion made him very difficult, Xing He almost took a step at an imperceptible speed, but as soon as he opened his legs with difficulty, the blood light had arrived in front of him, Xing He felt that it was something more powerful than his father, and he felt that death was coming. Even if he tried his best to resist, this power was not something that he, a person who had just opened the door of his heart and only had a little spiritual power in his body, could resist. Xing He's eyes flowed with blood and tears, he was really unwilling to die like this. Blood and tears flowed down the body, to the ground, and into the lake of tears. Suddenly, the water of the Lake of Tears exploded, and the surface of the lake was faintly glowing with blue light, blocking the blood light, and with a "boom", the blood light crashed into the Lake of Tears and disappeared, only the loud sound just now. In an instant, the lake of tears regained its calm, and there was not a single ripple on the surface of the lake. The terrifying aura disappeared suddenly. After a long time, Xing He opened his eyes, "I'm not dead! I'm still alive!" "Haha, hahaha......" Xing He didn't know what happened just now, but he heard a loud noise, and he was ready to die. Suddenly, layers of water waves appeared in the center of the lake, and the rhyme flowed, and Xing He was immediately attracted, looking at the mysterious ripples. Gradually, the water waves spread to the entire Lake of Tears, and the center of the Lake of Tears emitted a blue-green light, which became more and more brilliant as time passed, and even a sound appeared, which was a sound that made everything wither, full of endless sorrow. Xing He vaguely noticed that something was about to come out there. A sound of breaking water broke the rhyme just now, and a corpse surfaced. It was a very old face, wrinkled all over the face, white hair hanging down, windy but not moving, as if there was another sky. He was dressed in a blood-red robe, but it was too tattered to make out the pattern on it. Suddenly, a blood-red long sword appeared in the water, only a little damaged, with several large gaps in the sword body, and fine lines were densely covered. Xing He didn't know what to do at this time, "Is this old man dead or not, could it be that he practiced swords here like me, and then was injured by that red light?" he said secretly, "I'm lucky, this old man doesn't know." Alas, catch him, if he doesn't die, it's a human life! I'll go down and see. With that, Xing He jumped into the river and scooped up the old man and the sword. When Xing He fished it up, he found that this old man was not an ordinary old man, it seemed to be an old tree that was about to die, exuding the smell of decay, but there was still vitality in it. Xing He simply stopped practicing swordsmanship and took the old man back home.