At this moment, Bloody Cut's body fell extremely fast in the air, with the wind whistling in his ears and the ground getting closer and closer.

His eyes were closed, but his mind was not very clear, and at this moment he had no fear in his heart, and only wanted to end this absurd life as soon as possible.

There was no long wait, and the blood cut fell out in almost a few respites. But instead of the imaginary blur of flesh and blood, there was no consciousness, but a cool feeling came from the body, and the back seemed to be dragged up by something.

At this time, Xueche touched his body and realized that he was not dead.

He stood up, in front of him was a mysterious and warm lotus pond, the water of the lotus pond is turquoise, and it is still slowly rotating, the pool water exudes a faint fragrance, and the big lotus flowers bloom in the center of the pool, and he is saved by these lotus flowers.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Xueche's mood couldn't help but improve.

It is a world of its own, isolated from the rest of the world, and has a fairyland charm.

If it weren't for the immersive scene, Bloody would have thought he was in a dream.

When Xueqi raised his eyes, he was shrouded in ethereal clouds of dust and smoke above, no wonder he couldn't see the bottom when he looked down from above.

It seems that this place has been deliberately concealed by a blind eye.

But what exactly is hidden?

The blood cut found that there was a clearing in the center of the lotus pond, and there was a stone platform in the clearing. Above the stone platform was a sword hanging, although it had been a long time, the star inscription on this sword was still clear, and the aura and light emitted were also huge.

There are also two stone tablets around, which seem to record something.

Curious, he walked up to the open space to take a look.

When I came to this sword, I saw a few words written on it:

"Hello, lucky one, if you find a famous sword, this sword will be in your hands."

Blood cut was stunned, is the lucky one himself? But this is not good, the treasure of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, I took it......

Take it!

Bloody happily took it off, held it in his arms, weighed and played with it for a while, feeling a little heavy, but it was not in the way at all, and he still held it in the palm of his hand.

Bloody cut pulled the sword out of its scabbard, and suddenly, a blinding light emanated from the blade, and the entire sword trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

After a while, this golden light revealed the sword patterns carved on the sword one by one, but the blood cut could not read a single one.

After a long time, the intermittent subsided. Seeing this, the blood cut had no choice but to hang him around his waist.

Seeing the three swords on his waist, Blood Cut immediately smiled, and he didn't know what to do.

It's a pity to throw it away, so let's take it with you.

Xueche raised his eyes and looked at the words on the first stone tablet, which were engraved with poems one by one.

Xueche heard it from Elder Kong, composing poetry has always been the habit of the Linghai people, it seems that the ancestor has dealt with the Linghai people, and this kind of generous and sad song has also been learned by him.

The first one was written to Li Fengshan.

Lack of moon and cold light lonely wine soul, where is the Qiankun to travel?

Nine days into the sea to peep at the artifact, two mountains to point to the sword gate.

Who knows that the dragon and tiger are ashamed, and the wild man does not ask about the ghosts.

Today, I am glad that Chengjun is here, and then borrow the eight wildernesses to level the world.

After reading this, he felt more and more emotionally the high-spirited relationship between the ancestor and Li Fengshan, and he was not full of sighs.

The second poem is written to all the people of the Sword Country.

Ten years of ancient things, the people of the state do not mourn in the north.

The light of the well is enlightened, and the smoke of the chaotic pavilion is open.

The track failed to level the avenue, and the sideways dared to move Sendai.

The soul flew under the cliff mountain on the day, and the west wind asked for it in a dream.

It should be written to us descendants on the occasion of life and death, this Qianji should refer to the Qianji Sword Spring, but now......

What a shame on the ancestor!

And the second stone stele, Xueqi was surprised to find that it was actually the secret of the Seven Swords!

The blood cut was so shocked that he couldn't stand up and sat on the ground.

The answer he had been searching for was finally unraveled at this moment.

Xueche's heart was extremely excited, and he wrote it down again and again, constantly recalling what was written on the stone tablet just now.

It's better to act than to move, and Xueche picked up the sword and tried it.

Xueqi pulled out his double swords, but he was reluctant to use them.

Draw your sword and make a starting pose. Mentally think back to what you just saw.

No wonder Elder Kong said that the latter seven swords are among the first seven swords, but in fact, the latter seven swords are all mental methods, and there is no need for skills, it completely depends on the comprehension of the first seven styles, so as to be flexible and develop the latter seven styles.

If Xueche made up his mind to integrate the mental method of the last seven forms into the early stage, would it progress even faster?

The blood cut grabbed his wrist solidly, and the cold light of the two swords froze, and he lifted the double swords and danced.

First of all, "Xuan"!

"At the beginning of the ancient times, it has been mysterious, and it is long, and it is as high as possible."

The blood cut first gathered qi and condensed on the tip of the sword, feeling the movement and change of the sword qi.

Immediately after, he sank his body and entered the next paragraph, "Phantom"!

"The floating world is really a fantasy, falling like the wind, flowing like rain, and fixed like a mountain."

Blood Cut's mind was like walking in the abyss, and at this moment, the sword intent was condensed, and the layers of blood mist revealed an incomparably powerful aura, surrounding his double swords, and all around his body, condensed into a powerful blood color.

Is this your sword intent?

Xueqi knew in his heart that as his swordsmanship became more and more powerful, there were dozens of changes in one move, and Xueqi entered the next stage of understanding, "change"!

"The three spiritual qi spit out into the glow, and the sword light flew into a slight wave."

This move is still changed on the basis of "illusion", but there is a more substantial change, and the sword qi is gradually lethal and amazingly powerful.

"Extinguish"!

"Thinking of life and death, in front of me, it also seems to be a thunderbolt, and it is also like a high wooden leaf spin."

This move is to transform his changing sword qi into a huge real image, the double swords are churning back and forth in the hands of the blood cut, in the sky, underground, the sword steps are strong and powerful, the swordsmanship is impeccable, like thunder, like the wind, after a few rounds, the entire lotus pond was stirred and splashed, but it was so accurate that it did not hurt a lotus.

"Dust"!

"The dust is here, the truth is complete, the Cangjiang River is suspicious of flying, and suddenly the immortals are in danger."

With this blow, the blood cut jumped straight down in the air, and the sword qi shook out a whirlpool in the lotus pond.

"Breath"!

"Fu Ying only sighed remotely, condensed the sword intent, and breathed between five breaths. A breath of sword language is ethereal. The two-breath sword is ethereal here. The three-breath sword text leaps into the blue frost and cold. The four-breathed sword galls under the sun. The five-breath sword heart is ambitious. ”

Blood cut condensed all the sword intent on the entire sword, and it was soon time to close the momentum.

"Final"!

"The soul is over, but the sword is not broken. How many things are in this body, and you can look straight north with a smile. ”

After a set of swordsmanship, the first seven swords of the fourteen swords of Zhengtian were stunned, and he was immediately happy.

Seeing that he had memorized this set of mental methods, it was time to return to the Sword Pavilion.

If it is successful, Xueqi will definitely inform the disciples of the Sword Pavilion of this set of mental methods; If it fails, the blood cut will rot in the stomach.

It's just that he has fallen, and now that the Sword Pavilion is in danger, why is he afraid of death?

Thinking like this, Blood Cut looked at the high cliff and sighed.

It's time to face everything out there!