Glancing at Nalan Ruan Zhu, who was paralyzed on the ground, Ye Chuanxuan ignored it.

Walking into the ethereal pool, he reached out and picked up the flowers.

In the pool, ethereal flowers are slowly blooming, and there are three in total.

Blue flower bones, pale yellow buds, and a faint fragrance slowly spread.

Ye Chuanxuan reached out and plucked a flower and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he picked another one, came to Nalan Ruan Zhu, who was paralyzed on the ground, and said, "Do you want it?" ”

Nalan Ruan Zhu didn't make a sound, her tears were still flowing, and her eyes were dull.

Ye Chuanxuan has always been unaccustomed to people.

Seeing that she is Nalanzhi's sister, give her one, since she doesn't want it, he is not polite.

Ye Chuanxuan stuffed the ethereal flower into his mouth again, and then turned around to pack up the loot.

After a while, he took all the storage bags of the dead people, and the bags were facing down, and they poured things down one by one.

The blue flame burned in his left hand all the time, and even when he was fighting just now, it didn't fall.

At this moment, he followed the firelight, taking stock of the harvest one by one.

These guys are very poor, and most of them only have a few lower-grade spirit stones in their storage bags, and only a very small number of them have some talismans.

Ye Chuanxuan took a look, and the talismans were all low-level, like running talismans, earth escape talismans and the like, which were useless to him now.

But he doesn't dislike it, these are all his hard-earned earnings, and he may be able to use them in the future.

Putting the spirit stones and talismans all into the yin and yang ring, Ye Chuanxuan habitually rubbed the ring.

The yin and yang ring is divided into two layers: yin ring and yang ring.

He hadn't been in the Yin Ring, he only knew that it was a bad place.

There is a difference between the time in the Yang Ring and the time outside, ten years: one day.

And it can store things, even people, you can bring it in.

However, there are also disadvantages of yang rings, one is that people can't stay for a long time.

The second is that you can't grow things.

Otherwise, just because of the time difference, Ye Chuanxuan could grow some elixirs and the like casually, and he would be able to get rich in an instant.

After putting away the things, Ye Chuanxuan held the last ethereal flower in his arms and began to break through!

His cultivation realm had already reached the early stage of the Tongfa realm, and he had a foundation of more than two hundred years, the only thing he lacked was qualifications!

Three years ago, he was a genius, with an extremely high level of cultivation and a strong understanding.

But since he was sucked away by the ring, his comprehension has plummeted.

The scriptures that used to be understood at a glance now cost ten or a hundred times as much painstaking study as they were.

But there is time for the ring to be filled, and he is not afraid!

What about waste? What about the difficulties?

There are so many difficulties in ancient and modern times, and they have not been passed through layer by layer!

Ye Chuanxuan has a belief that as long as he is willing to work hard, any difficulty is a paper tiger!

"Poof!!"

Blood splashed, Ye Chuanxuan held a dagger in his hand and plunged it into his lower abdomen!

Streams of blood flowed out of the abdomen, then flew out of thin air and into the ring.

Immediately, Ye Chuanxuan's body disappeared from the spot and followed into the ring.

In the ring, Ye Chuanxuan sat in a thatched house, the sun was shining.

This is the world in the Yang Ring, a thatched house, a few acres of thin fields outside that have not been planted with anything, and the eternal sun...... A rural scene.

Ye Chuanxuan's cultivation method comes from the Yang Ring, and his name is just one word.

"Sword"!

Ye Chuanxuan had just entered the thatched hut, and when he pulled out the black iron sword at the door for the first time, this exercise came into his mind.

For three years, he has been cultivating!

Except for killing and rushing, more than a moment!

"Sword!"

"Sword!"

"Sword!"

The content of "Sword", as well as the running formula, is very simple.

Just one word, sword!

Ye Chuanxuan kept chanting "sword" in his mouth, and his body gradually merged with the void!

In a trance, heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, the breeze, and the flow of water, everything has become a sword, formless and substantial, from the outside, it is still the original appearance, but the Tao contained in the internal force has become a sword!

Ye Chuanxuan himself seems to have turned into a sword!

In the whole sea of swords, he is like a bubble, undulating, and like a mayfly in the long river of time, the big waves are inconspicuous, but he is also desperate to cross!

In this way, Ye Chuanxuan cultivated for a long time, and as he continued to run the trajectory of the "sword", his lower abdomen gradually flashed with luster.

Blue Shine!

It was the ethereal flower he ate, and the two flowers seemed to have become swords, gradually dissolving, and turning into smaller, sharper swords, fused into Ye Chuanxuan's limbs and bones!

"Sword! What is a sword!! ”

"Answer me!! What is a sword!! ”

Suddenly, a vast voice appeared in the sky, full of anger.

It's like roaring to the sky!

Unwillingness, humiliation, anger, desolation!

It's like an ancient swordsman who has lost his way.

Ye Chuanxuan ignored these.

It's been three years since he came in, and he's listened to it a lot, and he's already used to it!

It seemed that Ye Chuanxuan was as immobile as a mountain, and the voice gradually became quieter.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chuanxuan saw many swords flying in all directions.

Sharp, blunt, blood-stained, transparent, large, small, double, triple......

They all flew towards him.

Tearing the sky apart, but there was no sound.

The overwhelming, dense, and countless flying swords all cut off Ye Chuanxuan, slashed down on the head, slashed horizontally, and stabbed ......

Ye Chuanxuan still didn't move.

Sitting in the air in the thatched hut, he was like a stone statue, letting his hair dance wildly, hunting in black, not caring for a moment.

The strange thing is that after being slashed by countless swords, Ye Chuanxuan was not injured in the slightest.

Instead, the swords disappeared one after another, and eventually all the swords were gone.

Sitting in the void, Ye Chuanxuan's focus has always been on the exercise of "Sword".

"Sword Sword Sword"

Word by word passed in front of his eyes, in his ears, in his heart......

He was also seriously pondering and contemplating.

After cultivating like this for about three months, Ye Chuanxuan's body was already covered with dust.

At this moment, there was a "click", and a cracking sound sounded!

At the same moment, Ye Chuanxuan's eyelids suddenly opened.

A sharp edge slashed out of his eyes and rose to the sky!

He, broke through!

"Here comes the sword!"

Ye Chuanxuan called out.

At the door, the black iron sword roared, rose from the ground, and fell straight into his hand.

Holding the iron sword, Ye Chuanxuan walked out of the thatched house.

The vast world, the green peaks in the distance, the sun overhead, and the earth under your feet are still the same.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and Ye Chuanxuan's hair fluttered slightly.

He stood in the field with his eyes closed, feeling his newfound realization.

The body glows slightly black, and it is getting stronger and stronger!

Gradually, Ye Chuanxuan disappeared.

An absolutely dark silhouette appeared in its place!

After a while, the darkness in the place gradually merged, turning into a sharp edge, condensing and condensing, converging and condensing, converging on the black iron sword in his hand.

And Ye Chuanxuan's figure was also revealed.

Ye Chuanxuan mobilized all the power in his body!

He had just broken through, and his cultivation in the middle of the general law gave him an unprecedented self-confidence.

At this moment, he had an illusion, as if the whole world was in his sword!

One sword can slash the sky!

In his hands, the Black Iron Sword has changed!

Dark!

Absolute darkness!

It was as if it had swallowed everything, and even the void had collapsed!

"Broken !!!"

Ye Chuanxuan shouted violently, raised the black iron sword, and slashed it head!

In an instant, a devastated black light appeared!

Piercing through the void, the black mangs were like a black arc, slashing towards the Qingfeng in the distance!

"Bang!!"

A loud sound rang out, deafening.

Heimang collided with Qingshan!

The burst of light waves was visible to the naked eye, and the layers swayed outward, like ripples.

However, Aoyama was still fine, not even shaking!

Ye Chuanxuan didn't care, the sword flew away!

Up close, he took a closer look.

When he touched a trace of roughness, he couldn't help but be overjoyed!

Scratches!

He was left with a scratch!!

Since he came in, he has been cultivating for three years!

If you count it here, it's almost a few hundred years ago!

Every time he breaks through, he will slash once and test the results!

However, failure after failure failed and let him down again and again.

Today, he succeeded!

This is the first time he has cut out scratches!

Although this sword exhausted his whole body's spiritual power, he did it after all!!

"Kendo, live up to me!"

Ye Chuanxuan's heart was surging.

Rubbing the mark lightly with his fingers.

Three years ago, he was a peerless genius who chose the most unfavorable kendo in the world.

At that time, the entire Su family was against it!

But he resolutely chose this path!

Until, with the sword in his hand, he made everyone shut up!

In the first month of Xiuwei's disappearance, those who had been conquered by him with his sword in the past began to gain momentum again.

He endured abuse, ridicule, and even if he was kicked out of the family because of this, he never looked back!

No one knows what he has experienced in the past three years, how many people have been hunted down, how much he has suffered, and how many life and death crises he has encountered, and these crises have been cut down one by one by him and the sword in his hand.

He never spoke to outsiders about this.

In his opinion, one person, one sword, is enough!

Now, he has cut a scratch on the green mountains, proving his point again,

The sword, as long as he doesn't fail it, it won't fail him either!