Chapter 58: A sword is cold, and a thousand miles of ice are frozen

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"Elder An, Elder Sword, why are you here?"

Outside the coastal city, An Zizai, dressed in a coarse linen cloth and gray-haired, stood with an elder in gray clothes carrying an ancient sword.

Lin Feng, Bai Yunfei, and Luo Hu welcomed out of the city.

"Grandmaster Martial Arts Conference, before you young people compete, I and the Sword Thirteen Elders want to take the first step and rush to the Martial Arts Alliance. An Zizi replied lightly, his eyes fell on Bai Yunfei, and he wondered, "Who is this?"

Bai Yunfei hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, and said respectfully: "Bai Yunfei, a true disciple of the Xiashan Water Sect, has seen two elders, and the prestige of the two elders has been stabilized. ”

An Zizai, Sword Thirteen, are all the top ten masters on the Grandmaster List, and their prestige is far and wide, Bai Yunfei has naturally heard of it.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Shanshui Sect. An Zizi nodded.

The Thirteen Elders of the Gray-clothed Sword looked at Luo Hu carefully.

Luo Hu also secretly looked at this ordinary elder, but ranked sixth on the list of grandmasters.

"Are you Rahu?" Elder Sword Thirteen said lightly, "I have paid attention to you, I originally thought that you were just talented, but I didn't expect that it was such a demon, good, good, good!"

An Zizai glanced at Jian Thirteen with some doubts, and said with a smile: "Old fellow, you have never praised a disciple like this. ”

Sword Thirteen changed his expression and said with a smile: "The innate sixfold realm comprehends the artistic conception of the sword, and Luo Hu is destined to be an extraordinary swordsman by nature, what if I praise a few words?"

An Zizai's gaze turned to Rahu, took a closer look, and immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It is worthy of being a demon, in addition to the artistic conception of thunder and fire, he actually comprehended the artistic conception of the sword, you must know that many martial artists in the Cave Void Realm and even the Grandmaster Realm, if they do not have the talent of swordsmanship, it is difficult to comprehend the sword intent." ”

Luo Hu's expression was a little embarrassed, he was called a demon, especially when he was called so by the elders of the sect, his face was a little unbearable.

"The three of you are going to the Demon Moon Forest to practice, and it just so happens that Elder Sword and I are going to the Martial Arts Alliance, so I can give you a ride along the way. ”

An Zizi said, and the three of Rahu were happy.

The tide of Kraken beasts has just receded, and if the coastal city wants to resume sea transportation, I am afraid it will take at least half a month, and with the leadership of the two elders, it will be much more convenient.

Airplanes!

Jian Thirteen directly urged the sword intent, conjuring up a huge sword, his body jumped, landing on the sword, and An Zi also jumped on the sword.

Lin Feng and Bai Yunfei jumped on the sword one after another, and Luo Hu glanced at the huge sword in some surprise, and also jumped up.

"It is rumored from the outside world that Elder Sword has already entered the second realm of the Sword Dao, and now it seems that this is indeed the case, it seems that in this martial arts conference, the Thirteen Elders of the Sword have hope to go further on the Grandmaster List. Bai Yunfei said with some surprise.

Lin Feng and Luo Hu were confused.

Both of them comprehended the sword intent, but in terms of the knowledge of the sword realm, they were not as good as Bai Yunfei, because Bai Yunfei was a disciple of the Sipin Sect and was well-informed.

An Zizi saw the doubts of the two, and solved the confusion with a smile: "The artistic conception of the sword is divided into four stages: entry, small success, great success, and consummation. ”

"According to the increase in the strength of the sword intent to the sword move, the ancient swordsman divided the sword intent into ten levels, and the sword intent can increase the power of the sword move, which is to master the sword intent. ”

"Generally speaking, the initial comprehension of sword intent is the entry stage of sword intent, and mastering one to three percent of sword intent is the introduction of sword intent. Mastering forty to sixty percent of the sword intent is a small sword intent. ”

"Mastering seventy to ninety percent of the sword intent is the culmination of the sword intent. ”

An Zizai slowly explained, and the thirteen elders of the sword had already urged the sword rays, soared into the sky, and galloped towards the south.

"Ten percent of the sword intent, it is the perfect sword intent, ten percent of the sword intent, it can double the power of the sword move, as for what else is wonderful, this point, I don't know. An Zizai's attainments in sword intent were not deep, and he didn't know much about the so-called second realm of the sword, so he set his eyes on Jian Thirteen, who was controlling the sword.

Jian Thirteen opened his mouth and said: "The second realm of the sword is a deeper level of comprehension of the sword intent, which is already the Tao, and its signature feature is that it can form the sword path realm, just like this sword, that is, I use the power of the domain to construct, resist the gravitational pull of the earth with the power of the field, and soar for nine days." ”

"Realm? This is something that can only be achieved in the realm of the unity of spirit and flesh. ”

Lin Feng opened his mouth in shock.

Luo Hu nodded as if he didn't understand, and Elder An and Elder Jian explained it, which opened his eyes.

The sword carried five people, soaring above the clouds, and below, an endless tributary of the South China Sea.

Although it is a tributary, it is part of the South China Sea, and it is tens of thousands of miles wide.

The Thirteen Sword Elders controlled the sword and flew at a speed comparable to the speed of sound, and at such a speed, it would take at least one day and one night to cross the South China Sea tributary of fifty or sixty thousand miles.

This is still possible with non-stop flights.

After flying for a full day, and after nightfall, the sword began to land, landing on an isolated island several kilometers in the middle of the sea.

An Zizai and Jian Thirteen sat on the ground chatting, Luo Hu, Lin Feng, and Bai Yunfei had a very tacit understanding, chopping wood, fishing fishing, and actually started a barbecue on the beach.

Soon, the fragrance of fish spread, and Sword Thirteen flipped his hand and took out two pots of fine wine.

An Zizai's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise: "Boys, you are blessed, Elder Sword has two hobbies in his life, swords and fine wine, and the fine wine he collects is all superb. ”

"I'll pour the wine. ”

Lin Feng smelled the aroma of wine, his saliva flowed, and he ran over, but he was swept away by the thirteen elders of the sword, he picked up the wine jug by himself with a calm face, and said, "One cup per person, is there too much." ”

Several people laughed, only to see Jian Thirteen wave his hand again, turn out four wine glasses, fill them one by one, and throw them to An Zizai and the four people, while he himself picked up the wine jug and enjoyed it in small sips.

An Zizi put the wine glass in front of his nose, took a deep breath, showed an intoxicated look on his face, and couldn't help but scold: "Old guy, the four of us have a cup each, but you are a pot, this is not fair." ”

Elder Sword was expressionless: "It's not fair, you can not drink it." ”

These two sentences of dialogue caused a burst of laughter among the three of Rahu, and before they had time to drink, a sudden change occurred.

Above the sea, the waves rolled, and bursts of roaring sounds, mixed with sky-high demonic energy, were transmitted from the sea.

When I looked up, I saw that the sea under the moonlight began to roll, and one after another a kraken appeared.

Even, vaguely, it can be seen that there is a demon beast whose demonic qi is tumbling like wolf smoke rushing straight into the sky, and it is a sixth-level demon master.

"Noise!" It seemed that being disturbed by the interest of tasting wine was the most uncomfortable thing, the thirteenth elder of the sword put down the wine jug, his brows furrowed slightly, he pointed like a sword, and a cold sword burst out from his fingertips.

Whoa......

As soon as the sword appeared, it filled the fingertips of the entire heaven and earth, and with a bang, it crossed the sea, and in an instant, with the isolated island as the center, within a radius of thousands of miles, all the qiē were solidified.

Above the surface of the sea, a thick layer of cold ice emerged.

Luo Hu, Lin Feng, and Bai Yunfei couldn't help but change their faces, and they got up suddenly, shocked by the casual sword of Sword Thirteen.

"It is worthy of being a strong man in the second realm of the sword, a sword is cold, and the sea is frozen for thousands of miles, powerful, powerful......" An Zizai praised in a low voice.

"It's not good, it's the sixteenth Cold Light Sword Sword Thirteen on the Grandmaster List!"

The demonic kraken demon lord, the soul was frightened out, and quickly sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.