It has been three days since Yang Yan came to this cave.

In the hall, there was a young man in a gorgeous costume standing in front of the stone wall, with a terrible sword on his body.

The young man's eyes were staring at the patterns in front of him without blinking, his eyes were like swords, as if he wanted to imprint all the patterns into his mind.

Copying the pattern is simple to say, but it is a very mind-consuming thing, not only to the pattern of a stroke, each line of a non-falling memory, but also to copy the artistic conception in it, otherwise even if the copy down also lost its spirit, but it is just an ordinary pattern, worthless.

These eighty-one patterns contain terrifying sword intent, but after looking at it for a long time, you will be tired, and it is not easy to copy it completely, and ordinary Qi Refining Realm martial artists don't want to do it at all.

And Yang Yan is different, he as early as the time of Taihua Sect to comprehend and copy the seven "killing" character patterns, and then comprehend and copy these eighty-one patterns is naturally much easier, more importantly, Yang Yan's innate soul is much stronger than ordinary people, and condensed the prototype of the war soul, and has experienced the "Soul Forging Formula" almost masochistic forging soul again and again, and its soul strength has long surpassed that of martial artists of the same level, and all kinds of advantages add up to allow Yang Yan to comprehend and copy these patterns.

But even so, if you want to copy these eighty-one patterns one by one, it is also not easy for Yang Yan, and it is extremely exhausting, so Yang Yan has to stop and meditate for recuperation every time he copies for a period of time, and then continue to copy after his spirit recovers, so that the speed is naturally not much faster.

So far, he has only copied the fifty-second pattern, and there are twenty-nine more to follow, and each one is more difficult and takes more time.

Yang Yan is not in a hurry about this, and his understanding is indispensable in the process of copying, otherwise how can he completely imprint the artistic conception in it, through continuous reference and copying, his own kendo has also become stronger, and his strength has become stronger imperceptibly.

Another day passed, and the sword intent on Yang Yan's body was stronger, and it was more and more in line with his body, and he had already copied the sixty-fourth pattern, which contained an extremely strong sword will, and wanted to crush people.

Yang Yan spent three hours on this pattern, and took several breaks in the middle before copying it.

Two days later, Yang Yan came to the last three patterns, and an even more terrifying sword aura came to his face, Yang Yan was under great pressure, as if the master of the cave was using this pattern to strike a terrible blow at him, and Yang Yan felt so small at this moment.

Fortunately, the master of the cave was cultivating when he carved the pattern, so although the kendo will on the pattern was extremely terrifying, it did not have the ability to attack, unless he used his own aura to urge them like Yang Yan did before, he could really kill him.

In that case, it would be impossible to even get close, let alone comprehend and copy.

Two days later, the sword intent on Yang Yan's body was even stronger, and the frequency of his swallowing was more regular, as if every breath he took was accompanied by the sword intent, and the fit reached an extremely high level.

"Whew~"

Yang Yan exhaled lightly, and there was a sword intent released, shooting out like a sharp sword, making a muffled sound, and there seemed to be a wisp of sword qi in it.

His back was actually a little wet, and Yang Yan looked away from the last pattern, relieved, only to find that his clothes were already a little soaked with sweat It can be seen how much pressure he is under.

However, although Yang Yan was still expressionless, his sharp eyes were extremely bright, and he was obviously in a good mood.

Because, it was at this moment that he finally copied all the eighty-one patterns, and even if he didn't have to face the stone wall all the time, he could continue to comprehend.

Not only that, after these days of hard work, Yang Yan's sword path has actually made amazing progress, and between breathing and breathing, the sword intent is swallowed and retracted freely, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy.

He was confident that if he faced a kendo genius like Shang Nantong, even if he didn't use those pattern attacks, he could easily defeat him.

"It's time to leave. Yang Yan looked at the stone wall, a little reluctant, if he can always face the stone wall to comprehend, the effect is far better than his own copying, after all, his realm has not arrived, and the artistic conception in the pattern is not copied completely, and it is impossible to compare with the real artistic conception.

But this stone wall obviously can't be moved, once the sword intent on it is moved, it may be scattered, I don't know how many days I have been here in the past, leaving a lot of corpses and bones, but no one has done anything to the stone wall, and even deliberately avoided the battle against the stone wall, just I don't want to destroy the sword intent in it.

However, Yang Yan is going to leave after all, he has been delayed here for too long, these days, there are geniuses passing by, going to the depths, and some people have entered the cave, but when they saw the corpse on the ground and the terrible sword intent on Yang Yan's body, they all retreated silently, and those who didn't leave couldn't go out again.

Yang Yan bowed slightly to the stone wall, which was regarded as a thank you gift for comprehending these eighty-one patterns, and then his figure flashed away towards the outside of the cave, and he didn't look back, extremely free.

......

Outside the cave, at this moment, a group of people were coming here, and they saw a figure rushing out of the cave from the inside, because the speed was too fast, everyone couldn't see his face clearly, only felt that he was still very young.

"Stop!" The leader was a sturdy young man, with his clothes bulging, his arms exposed, and the muscles on him were extremely strong, just like the six princes.

Seeing someone coming out of the cave, people naturally thought that the treasures inside had been obtained by this person, so the strong young man shouted.

The figure was as if it had not been heard, the figure was like the wind, and he didn't even look at those people, let alone stop.

The sturdy young man's expression sank, and he was more and more sure that the treasure of the cave was obtained by this person before he hurriedly escaped, and suddenly the aura ran in his throat, and he shouted violently: "Stop!"

The aura was infused in his voice, and his voice was already thick, this drink was really like a thunderous drink, which shook everyone's eardrums.

Although the ears of the people were uncomfortable, their movements were quite swift, and they suddenly blocked in front of the figures, blocked the way, and shouted: "Didn't you hear when you stopped?"

Seeing that he was surrounded by people, the figure suddenly looked cold, and the figure stopped suddenly, looking at the sturdy young man, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed: "What did you say?"

When he saw that the figure was just a thin boy, he realized that he was frightened by the other party's eyes, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry: "You kid is deaf, right, uncle let you stand and dare to run out, believe it or not, uncle let you lie down and go out." ”

"I don't believe it. The cold in the young man's eyes was even worse, and the coldness gradually enveloped this space, but everyone didn't notice it, maybe because there were many people, but the other party was just a teenager, and he didn't put it in his eyes, but he didn't know that the footsteps of the god of death were approaching.

"Yo he, the kid is very crazy, do you know who we are, I'm not afraid to scare you to death if I say it, have you heard of the crocodile gang, he is the young gang leader of our crocodile gang, Shi Zhongtian, how is it, scared?" One of them was extremely arrogant, pointed to the strong young man, and said arrogantly.

And the sturdy young man, who was the Shi Zhongtian in his mouth, had his eyes raised to the sky, and he thought to himself: Uncle just wants to be low-key, but even if you beg for mercy, Uncle will not let you go, and he dares to stare at me.

The young man was silent, he really didn't know how to express his feelings, didn't this group of second-class people know that the people who entered the trial land were not ordinary geniuses?

The man didn't realize that his group had been included in the ranks of the second goods by the young man, and seeing that he was silent, he thought that the other party was so scared that he couldn't speak, and suddenly became even more proud: "I know that I am afraid, I will hand over all the things on my body, and I can also ask the young helper for you to ask for a request to spare your life, how about it, it's a good deal, right?"

"Are you robbing?" the young man asked lightly, with a faint coldness in his words.

But the people who got carried away didn't realize this, and thought that there was something wrong with his brain, and he had already shown it so obviously, did they want them to say it more obviously?

"Don't say it so ugly, you are honoring the young helper, understand?" The man probably thought that the word robbery was not very good, so he said.

The young man's expression was cold, this group of second goods really didn't know whether they were alive or dead, I really didn't understand how people like this were selected to come in, and they still lived to this day, it's a miracle.

"Hey, hurry up, the young helper is still waiting, it's useless to procrastinate and plead when the time comes. When the man saw that the boy was silent again, he immediately urged, and at the same time tried to reach out and push him.

"Since you think so, I will fulfill you. The boy finally spoke, and everyone laughed, but before they could say anything, their faces suddenly changed and their eyes were full of horror.

Because, when they saw it, a shocking sword intent suddenly emerged from the young man's body, and the sword qi was monstrous, like a raging wind and waves, rolling and pouring out in all directions, drowning everything.

The terrifying sword power enveloped the heavens and the earth, making the words they wanted to say stuck in their throats, like ducks being choked by the throat.

How can it be...... So strong?

At this moment, even the most stupid person should understand that what he encountered was not a soft persimmon, but a kick to the iron plate.

"Huh?" Shi Zhongtian, whose eyes were facing the sky, also felt the terrifying sword intent, and suddenly his heart trembled, understanding why he was so uncomfortable under the cold eyes of the young man, it turned out that the other party was hiding so deeply.

"Ahh......h

A touch of sword qi slashed through his throat, which was extremely fragile at the moment, and the blood was wiped out by the sword qi, and the human head was separated, and finally torn apart by the sword qi in the sky.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The screams came out at the same time, and not only the man, but the rest of the people surrounding the young man were also slaughtered by the sword qi.

Many times, heaven and hell are between thoughts, and they were so arrogant before that they asked the young man to hand over all his net worth, and they "maybe" "spare" his life.

But now, who spares whom?

The boy didn't know how they got to where they got to now, but he knew that their good fortune wouldn't come again, and miracles wouldn't happen again.

For it is he who presides over their life and death!

ps: There are mistakes in the first two chapters, which have been corrected during the day, so you can read them with confidence!