"I may not know more than you know, the only news from the Five Elements Sect is that they found that there was an earthquake in Lingjin's mountain, and the surrounding area of dozens of kilometers has been sunken, but I don't know how many people died."

Xiang Lingxi couldn't bear to look at Zhang Qiudao.

She was one of the participants, and those talismans, as well as the magic weapons that she had exchanged from Senior Brother Wanshan City, all passed through her hands.

There are no earthquakes in other places, and there is an earthquake when the Tibetan Sword Building only goes there to mine spiritual gold, who believes it!

"Earthquake?"

Zhang Qiudao's heart-wrenching pain.

He knew that Wei Xianmin should have been buried with Lingjin.

And it's all because of him.

The rivers and lakes composed of people are watered by blood.

At present, the interests are deceitful, and you will die and I will die.

It's not that the Hidden Sword Building doesn't provoke right and wrong, and it's not that the Hidden Sword Building is ruthless enough to be able to stand on its feet.

Without strength, everything is empty talk.

Zhang Qiudao couldn't help but ask himself:

If he hadn't made this suggestion at the beginning, they wouldn't have gone to the Five Elements Sect, and they wouldn't have died in a foreign land like this.

Would it be better if he had dissuaded them from handing over the method of seeking spirits and compromising with the Qinglian Sect's immortal cultivators?

The path of immortality that they insist on is a dead end, and it is really necessary to persevere, even if it is worth paying for it?

"Immortal, is it really something that mortals can touch?"

Looking at Zhang Qiudao, who was mired in self-doubt and collapsed faith, Xiang Lingxi didn't know how to answer.

She had always believed that mortals could not live forever.

This is a reality that has not been broken since ancient times.

However, Xiang Lingxi chose to deceive Zhang Qiudao, and said softly:

"Don't you always say that where there's a will, there's a way? Do what you think is right, and you have no regrets in this life! ”

"Do you have no regrets in this life?"

Zhang Qiudao asked himself, did he do something wrong?

He didn't do anything wrong, and neither did the Hidden Sword Building!

What is wrong is this world, it is those greedy immortal cultivators.

Zhang Qiudao's heart burned with a flame of wanting revenge.

Get stronger!

Looking at Zhang Qiudao's eyes full of murderous intent, Xiang Lingxi didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

Qiandu Peak.

It's dawn again.

Jiang Qiwang was finally able to sleep peacefully after a night of hard work by the biting wind and evil qi, but he didn't expect the clanging sound to sound above.

"This one is crazy ...... seeker"

Jiang Qiwang stuffed two pieces of cotton wool in his ears, and he knew that it was Zhang Qiudao who was fighting with the black shadow again.

Not only fighting, but also trying his best to kill the black shadow again and again.

I'm afraid that the dark shadow will not be strong enough.

Jiang Qiwang also tried the strength of the black shadow, and the more he killed, the stronger he became, until he ran out of hole cards.

After almost being wiped on the neck by a sword, Jiang Qiwang completely accepted the fact that he was afraid of death and no longer dared to cultivate.

Is it bad to be alive?

Do you have to test if you are immortal?

Jiang Qiwang thought of Cui Zhiyuan, that kid just learned from Zhang Qiudao and thought that he could

。

As a result, cultivating against the evil qi of Gangfeng not only did not improve his cultivation, but his cultivation regressed.

It hurt all the internal organs, and the cough kept all day long.

It's good to pick up a life.

Jiang Qiwang really didn't want to say anything, he didn't see that Zhang Qiudao had a fairy to send medicine, shh

Bang bang bang......

The gravel rolled down, and Jiang Qiwang, who was so frightened that he closed his eyes and slept with his eyes closed, jumped up, and saw two figures quickly speeding past his cliff.

The two figures are ever-changing, light and elusive.

"I really can't imagine that there is such a body method in the world, but it is not an immortal way but a martial art, the inheritance left by the sword saint in the world is really a miraculous skill, if I can learn it, who will practice what the Ruyi Heart Sutra is!"

Jiang Qiwang watched the floating light pass by, and turned three times in a row without borrowing strength in the air.

A sword was like a spiritual snake in Zhang Qiudao's hand, and from his left hand to his right hand, he struck the black shadow who couldn't dodge with a sword.

Such a pleasing life-and-death battle made Jiang Qiwang can't help but clap his hands and shout:

"Okay, what a stroke of genius, surprise, landlord, why is this trick? I'll give you a name! ”

The voice was transmitted in Qiandu Peak, but no one answered his question.

Zhang Qiudao let his body fall, and finally the mana flowed to his feet, twisted his body, and fell on a pine tree on a cliff.

Listening to Jiang Qiwang's voice in his ears, Zhang Qiudao picked up a gourd from his waist, but the muscles of his right hand cramped uncontrollably and trembled, Zhang Qiudao hit it twice with his left hand holding the sword, and his right hand was able to control it slightly.

The thumb of his right hand lifted the lid of the gourd, but his arm was still heavy and he couldn't lift it.

Zhang Qiudao simply raised his head high and poured it, letting the wine wash his face, soaking his clothes, until all the wine in the gourd was poured, Zhang Qiudao muttered to himself:

"It's not enough, it's not enough, my current swordsmanship is not as good as one-tenth of that Su Annian, even if I face the same realm, an immortal cultivator of the same level may not be able to kill, how can I kill a stronger immortal cultivator in the foundation building period."

Zhang Qiudao wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve unkemptly, and raised his sword to meet the black shadow that came like a bird.

"Come again!"

Zhang Qiudao faced the cold rain of swords, his body was like flying flowers, and his mana flowed in his body, making his heavy body light again.

The long sword is guided by yin and yang, and contains the true meaning of yin and yang taiji.

The stars are moving.

At this moment, Zhang Qiudao's sword seemed to have infinite gravitational force, turning these sword rains into his own strength, and the sword rain turned from falling to rising, smashing towards the black shadow.

The black shadow and Zhang Qiudao fought eight times in the air in just a few seconds, each time hitting the opponent's flaws.

The next moment, Zhang Qiudao and the black shadow lost their inertia and fell away.

In the process of falling, Zhang Qiudao directly swung his sword to break the floating clouds, and the sword qi of contention chased towards the black shadow, and the black shadow man turned over in the air and blocked it with a long sword, kicked the cliff next to him, and ran towards Zhang Qiudao again.

After more than ten minutes of frantic fighting, Zhang Qiudao repeatedly failed to gain the upper hand, and finally forced him to be injured and killed, and stabbed a sword into the heart of the black shadow.

"Ahem......"

Zhang Qiudao watched the black shadow collapse, and when he fell to the ground, his feet were weak and he knelt on the ground, barely supporting himself with a long sword, but he couldn't help the sharp pain in his internal organs, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

People have limits, and Zhang Qiudao has pushed himself to the limit again and again, just to become stronger.

He held a Awakening Elixir in his mouth, and streams of spiritual energy nourished his body with medicinal power.

Since the obstacle in the Five Elements Sect, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Building have held back their strength in their hearts, walking in the Sword Sect, and the Imperial Sect has been constantly looking for spiritual plants and spiritual objects, and exchanging them for spiritual pills and talismans through Zhang Qiudao.

Without the logistical support provided by the Tibetan Sword Tower, their situation in a foreign country is very dangerous.

You can only reduce the attention by going incognito and walking alone in the mountains.

Even so, occasionally there are disciples of the Hidden Sword Building who have not heard from them since.

When he died, and where he died, no one knows.

But that still didn't stop the determination of the disciples of the Hidden Sword Tower, who were building a stronghold in a more subtle way.

They no longer deal with the local sect families, and they no longer deal with the rivers and lakes.

Even if you occasionally find traces of demons and monsters, you mostly choose to ignore them.

Because one of the most important rules of the Tibetan Sword Tower today is to hide.

To hide yourself is to protect the Hidden Sword Tower.

They would rather die and be nameless than let people know about the existence of the Hidden Sword Tower.

It was the spiritual plants and spiritual objects that the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Building continued to provide, and Zhang Qiudao was able to obtain a steady stream of spiritual pills, which made him let go of his hands and feet.

But it also exacerbated Zhang Qiudao's sense of guilt, prompting Zhang Qiudao to practice kendo regardless of life and death.

Only by walking on the edge of life and death can Zhang Qiudao forget his troubles, self-blame, and pain.

Find the meaning of your own existence and seek the meaning of eternal life.

Long.

Zhang Qiudao relieved himself and muttered:

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, it turns out that this is what dreams of butterflies mean......"

He realized the eighth style of the sword trick of "Wentian", Dream Butterfly.

"Half a month, hundreds of life and death crises, I still came to my senses."

"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with the saying that diligence can make up for clumsiness."

"I can't do it, it's not hard enough!"

Zhang Qiudao knew that his comprehension was not good, his talent was not enough, and only by continuous efforts could he catch up with the real sword genius.

In order to realize the eighth-style dream butterfly, Zhang Qiudao according to the record of Su Annian who realized this sword technique in the sword book of "Wentian".

Zhang Qiudao did not hesitate to put himself half-asleep and half-awake to fight the black shadow.

The result is hundreds of dangers.

With this crazy effort, and the Five Elements Sword Demon Dao Bone has a talent bonus to the sword path itself.

In just half a month, he realized many sword intents that a sword genius could not achieve in his life.

Dream butterfly, not dreaming.

Instead, he treats the sword in his hand as another self.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou.

But the sword is a dead thing, and the dream butterfly is an ethereal theory.

This is also why Zhang Qiudao is not enlightened by his penance.

Dream Butterfly didn't simply practice the sword to become an extension of the body.

It's about really seeing the sword as a living thing, as another self, believing in it more than believing in yourself.

It is the condensation of this spirit.

In order to achieve supreme sword intent.

"After the dream butterfly, there is selflessness, no god, ten thousand swords return to the sect, the swordsmanship of its skills, I just comprehend the eighth type of dream butterfly, and the swordsmanship alone is not inferior to the martial arts master."

"The sword saint of the world, Su Annian, created the twenty-three styles of "Wentian" sword spectrum, what height has his comprehension of the way of the sword reached."

"In the past, the person he lost to was really an outer disciple, or an outer sect elder in the foundation building period?"

At the beginning, Su An's annual move was in an area that he was not good at.

So much so that a sword path cultivation was scattered without showing it at all.

What height Su Annian's kendo has reached may become an unsolved mystery.

Zhang Qiudao took out another gourd, took a sip of wine, swallowed the awakening pill in his mouth with the wine, and did not hesitate to face the black shadow who had also learned the dream butterfly swordsmanship again.

Compared with Zhang Qiudao's unskill, the black shadow will learn it as soon as he learns, and he will be proficient as soon as he learns.

The only difference is that when the Black Shadow reaches this level, it can't be promoted, it can't exert one hundred or two hundred percent power, and it lacks flexibility.

Can't compare with real people.

Even so, Zhang Qiudao was also pressed and beaten, and there were bloody wounds on his body, some of which were deep and visible.

Until dusk fell, Zhang Qiudao had already sobered up in the fight.

He dragged his tired and injured body to the summit of Qiandu Peak, sat on a rock, and watched the sunset with his feet in the air.

"To you, Mr. Wei! The Han family, the cold forest, this revenge will not be avenged, and it will not be a man! ”

Zhang Qiudao respects Wei Xianmin, who has long since died.

Seventeen days have passed since he received the letter.

In the past seventeen days, he spent the nightmare in the chaos, dancing at the tip of the knife, only in this way did he feel that he was alive, and he had not forgotten Wei Xianmin, the tragic death of more than 400 disciples of the Tibetan Sword Tower.

Since Wei Xianmin detonated the talisman and magic weapon to bury himself, in exchange for thousands of masters of the rivers and lakes in the Five Elements Sect, as well as nearly fifty children of the immortal cultivation family, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Building were frantically hunted down.

In the end, in order to cover their families and return to the Qinglian Sect, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Building blocked the pursuers one by one without hesitation, and killed 389 people in battle.

In the follow-up, many disciples of the Tibetan Sword Building who were full of hatred were reluctant to leave, and disappeared under the leadership of Yuan Feng and Yuan Lei.

Occasionally, a letter came, bringing a blood debt.

Zhang Qiudao carefully put away these letters and kept them in his heart.

"To you, I have no regrets even though I die! The Five Elements Sect owes you an explanation, and I will ask it for it for you!" ”

Zhang Qiudao once again respected from afar, and the loneliness and self-blame in his eyes could not be concealed.

Simply.

Zhang Qiudao didn't want to think about it anymore, and poured himself wine again.

It's a pity that the wine in the gourd has already been drunk by him.

His bloodstained hands went deep into the Qiankun bag, and as a result, the twelve gourds of wine that Xiang Lingxi brought to him were gone.

Zhang Qiudao took out a jar with a lid and muttered to himself at the sunset:

"Replace wine with water, and warn yourself that you will not forget mortals on the road to eternal life. If I go up to the Nine Heavens in the coming day, I will ask the immortals in the fairy world, why can't mortals cultivate immortals, and why can't they use martial arts to prove the Tao!! ”

Zhang Qiudao tore open the seal of the mud and poured a jar of water on top of his head.

Cold, biting water flowed from the hair into the eyes, nose, mouth, neck, chest, back, and soaked through the clothes.

"Oh my God, did you hear that! Bring my good wine to Mr. Wei, to the Shu seniors in the Tibetan Sword Building, and to the thousands of heroes and heroes in the world who are unwilling to die! ”

Zhang Qiudao shouted loudly, venting the grievances that had accumulated in his heart.

Zhang Qiudao knew that catharsis was nothing but the incompetent fury of the weak.

After adjusting his emotions, he quickly threw himself into cultivation.

If my strength is not enough, I will take my life to cultivate!

Sooner or later, I will use the sword in my hand to seek justice from those who owe me the sword building.

Blood for blood, life for life!