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When Shi Kong wanted to retrace his previous memories again, he became blurred, and it seemed that an inexplicable power cut off time and sealed the past.

Shaking his head, Shi Kong groaned for a few breaths, and began to hook the cyan mark on his chest, the cyan Kunpeng entered his eyebrows, sleeping in his mind, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that some of the feelings at this moment had not yet faded, and completely turned it into his own use.

It is still the golden sun, the sun is shining, the ancient mountains are dormant in the distance, the primitive village in front of you is quiet and safe, if you don't know it for a long time, it is difficult to imagine the stone sky, all kinds in front of you, but a dream bubble, a nothingness.

Walking into the blacksmith shop again, the old man looked up, stared at his eyebrows twice, and suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed at his eyebrows.

The sudden change, Shi Kong didn't expect it, the old man's hand was too fast, almost at the moment when the old man made a move, he seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move, the big hand seemed to penetrate the void, covering nine days and ten earths, and it suddenly disappeared into his mind, becoming taller than the mountains.

In an instant, the originally sleeping Kunpeng woke up suddenly, and its jade-like eyes showed a little surprise, but the next moment, it was furious, and the palm bigger than the mountain pressed down towards it, which was contempt and blasphemy against it.

Roar!

The Kunpeng roared, and a pair of Kunpeng wings opened, almost obscuring Shi Kong's entire mind, and then, tens of thousands of Peng feathers shot out, each of which became as high as the sky in an instant, becoming a sharp heavenly sword, slashing towards the giant hand.

Bang! Bang!

The giant hand that fell down did not stop at all, and tens of thousands of heavenly swords slashed down on it, bursting out sparks that were even bigger than the stars, and they did not leave the slightest scar.

After an instant, the Kunpeng was actually held in the palm of his hand and taken out of Shi Kong's mind.

Shi Kong was dumbfounded, and at the same time fascinated, the battle between the old man and Kunpeng was only for a short moment, but all kinds of mysterious meanings in that moment were like an eternal avenue that lit up the lamp and illuminated his entire mind.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, the cyan Kunpeng, who was pinched in the palm of the old man's palm, actually spoke, his cyan eyes were crystal clear, and an ancient earth was faintly visible, and a long sword was ringing, pointing at the nine heavens.

"Your thoughts can be left behind, and your consciousness is not needed, since you have the heart to fulfill, why don't you even give up a wisp of thought. ”

The old man spoke, his tone calm, and the cyan Kunpeng stared into his eyes, but he couldn't see the slightest ripple.

"Take my sword, what does it matter to you. ”

The cyan Kunpeng opened his mouth, but it collapsed suddenly, turning into hundreds of millions of green mangs and breaking away from the old man's palm.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he didn't stop it, the old man put away his palm and said lightly: "Take out the sword." ”

Airplanes!

The sound of a sword roared in the blacksmith shop, as if it ran through the Eight Desolations and Six Combinations, and an incomparable sharp aura rose up.

Then, the hundreds of millions of green mangs converged, and they actually condensed into a simple cyan long sword.

Hiss!

Shi Kong was shocked, and couldn't help but gasp, although he couldn't move, but as this long sword took shape, in the sea of Huang Tingqi that belonged to him, the edge of the sword qi actually trembled, giving birth to a mournful sound.

This is the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty, it is surrender, it is fear, as if it is the origin of a qiē sword.

"This sword condenses the obsession of hundreds of millions of people! It melts the righteousness of heaven and earth!

In the cyan long sword, a grand voice was transmitted, obviously treating the old blacksmith as a shape-shifting evil and wanting to kill it with a sword.

There is no imaginary magnificent sword sound, and there is no earth-shattering sword momentum, the cyan long sword slowly stabbed out towards the old blacksmith, this sword is very slow, even if it is a stone sky, you can clearly capture every inch of the trajectory, but no matter how he remembers, he will forget it all in the next moment, as if it should not be a sword in the world, he seems to have heard the prayers of all living beings, there are distant ancient ancestors worshipping, praying for blessings, cigarette smoke, countless thoughts are intertwined, converged, and finally turned into a brilliant edge, in an instant, if through endless time and space。

The old man didn't move, and let the sword reach three inches in front of him, before he slowly raised his right hand, and one index finger fell down lightly without the slightest bit of fireworks.

Bite!

A clear metallic trill, under Shi Kong's gaze, the trajectory of the cyan long sword was stopped, and it froze in the void three inches in front of the old blacksmith.

"Who are you?"

After a long time, there was a hesitation in the cyan long sword, and then, the entire long sword started from the tip of the sword, giving birth to dense cracks, and finally intertwined and connected into one.

Boom!

The long sword was shattered, re-transformed into a little green mang, and condensed into the previous Kunpeng, but at this time, the eyes that belonged to Kunpeng no longer had the slightest brilliance.

"Comprehend the divine form and sharpen the sword momentum. ”

Gently spit out eight words, the old blacksmith waved his hand, and the cyan Kunpeng disappeared into Shi Kong's mind again, but at this time, Shi Kong clearly felt that unlike before, this cyan Kunpeng seemed to be integrated with him, and there was a misty green mang, enveloping his entire mind, and he vaguely felt that under the light of this green mang, the sword momentum belonging to him was condensing at a speed far greater than before, and it was growing.

......

The Eastern Wilderness is a desolate and ancient land.

There are hundreds of millions of mottled ancient swords standing here, each ancient sword is pointing obliquely at the sky, there is yellow sand flying, and thousands of sword shadows looming.

At this moment, in the center of this billions of ancient swords, there is a dilapidated thatched house, in front of the house a stream is clear, the grass and trees by the stream are abundant, at this time, an old man in coarse cloth and green clothes is fishing by the stream, the old man has gray hair, long eyebrows into the sideburns, not far away, a bonfire gently swaying, in the bonfire, the dead branches burn, giving birth to a clear crackling sound.

The green bamboo fishing rod in the old man's hand broke, the old man took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, his somewhat cloudy eyes showed a strange look, and muttered, "Is it you?"

......

Ancient God's Domain.

There was no hurry to go to Huangnitai, the time here was still relative to the outside world, Shi Kong calmed down, and at the request of the old man, he changed a sledgehammer weighing fifteen stones.

After comprehending the sword momentum, forging the pig iron again, Shi Kong suddenly had a different understanding, he continued to correct the trajectory of the hammer method, and there was a vague feeling of clearing the fog and seeing the true face, but he still felt a little worse, and there were still some things that he did not understand, despite this, in just half a day, the number of times he continued to forge has also increased from more than forty times to eighty times.

This is a leap forward, after eighty forged pig iron, only the size of a thumb remains, red and bright, and even faintly a little golden red, bright and crystalline.

Half a day later, Shi Kong stepped on the yellow clay platform again.

With the Mingyue Sword in hand, he began to practice the sword, not the Qinglian swordsmanship, but the thundering swordsmanship that belonged to his family and was once known as the peak of the second limit.

Coming to this ancient land, after getting the Qinglian swordsmanship, Shi Kong once compared it with the family heirloom thundering swordsmanship, and found that it seemed to be more than a step worse, according to the seventh uncle's division of ordinary martial arts, it may only be reluctantly classified as second-rate, because this is a swordsmanship created purely for the brute force of the flesh, although there is a strength method, but there is no luck method corresponding to the internal force.

At this time, taking advantage of the fact that Kunpeng entered his mind, many of the inspirations and perceptions that had been born had not yet dissipated, Shi Kong wanted to comprehend the Lei Ming swordsmanship and make it further, this is his family swordsmanship, and it is also the only mark of his future generations, and most importantly, this is the little memory left to him by that person.

Even, Shi Kong still had a little apprehension in his heart, this yellow clay platform was special, and it seemed that it could manifest the suspected founder of martial arts to guide the practice, so he was practicing the thundering sword technique here at the moment, whether he could have the opportunity to meet that person.

Thundered!

Shi Kong swung his sword, integrated into the sword realm of the thundering sword technique, and laid the foundation of the eighteen basic sword styles, even if it was just the basic sword style, with his cultivation at the moment, every sword fell, faster than lightning, there was a sword roar like thunder, exploding in the air, at the same time, the bright moon sword swallowed two inches of sword qi, the lilac edge was sharp, and where it passed, the air was like a crack, and it was torn apart. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)