With Ye Ziyi's company, Gu Qingquan had to slow down. Girls can't always stand the tiredness of running around.

Autumn nights seem to come especially quickly. At dusk, Gu Qingquan and the others turned their heads and looked at Yecheng, which had been left far behind, looking for a place to stay tonight.

A crisp sound of flowing water attracted Gu Qingquan's attention, perhaps because of his innate water-based physique, Gu Qingquan had a special complex for water. Following the sound of the water, the two found a small stream, and the splashing water beads were gilded with a unique gold by the dusk.

Gu Qingquan sniffed the fresh and moist air comfortably, looked around, and finally saw a small cave not far from the edge of the stream.

"Let's go there and rest today. Gu Qingquan looked at Ye Ziyi, Ye Ziyi nodded obediently, and followed Gu Qingquan towards the cave.

took out the small stool and small table prepared in advance from the Qiankun bag, sat there, took out the Songtao Sword and looked at it carefully.

The cyan Songtao Sword glowed with a cold aura, and the ancient Xuan Arcane inscription seemed to tell itself what a glorious record it had created. Faintly, there was also a domineering aura of iron and blood, which seemed to be affected by the Songtao Sword, and the aura in the air began to swell towards Gu Qingquan on its own.

After the milky white aura entered Gu Qingquan's body, he actually began to swim according to the route that the Songtao Sword instilled spiritual energy into Gu Qingquan that day, and at the end, all the spiritual energy slowly gathered in Gu Qingquan's dantian, the pea-sized spiritual core.

His heart contracted suddenly, and Gu Qingquan suddenly felt that his eyes were black, and when he opened his eyes again, he changed his world. This is a gray world, a tall red figure in front of him, with his back to Gu Qingquan, standing in the air, the stone sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and the red blood dripped down the ancient inscriptions.

Just stood quietly, and the domineering spirit of not being angry and self-authoritative was quietly revealed. Gu Qingquan fixed his eyes and saw that it was the king-level divine soldier Songtao Ancient Sword.

Stepping into the void is a sign of the Venerable realm.

Gu Qingquan's eyelids jumped, when would he be able to reach the realm of the Venerable? The great warcist who had finally cultivated it had disappeared in one day, and the feeling of losing his strength almost made Gu Qingquan crazy, but fortunately, God left him a window before closing the door.

On the opposite side of the red figure, there were three people standing in the air, but they couldn't see each other's appearances clearly. Where is this? Gu Qingquan looked around suspiciously, but he didn't see Ye Ziyi's figure, and when Gu Qingquan's gaze returned to the four people standing in the air again, the red figure moved.

The left foot stepped out diagonally, and the Songtao Ancient Sword was slowly lifted, as if it was responding to the person holding the sword, and the Songtao Ancient Sword emitted a crisp sword groan. The stone sword pointed at the sky, and his wrist made a half-arc, and the air between heaven and earth began to become restless, quite with the momentum of asking the sky.

The three people opposite the red-clothed figure were all holding swords, and they flew towards the red-clothed figure in unison, but the red-clothed figure still raised his sword and asked the sky, without making any reaction. The three of them waved the long swords in their hands, flashing with a cold light, and sword flowers bloomed in the void.

The people on the two sides got closer and closer, the red-clothed figure finally moved, and there were bursts of air ripples under the left foot of the step-out, and the right foot rushed out of the body with the help of the force, and bowed down, and the Songtao sword slashed straight out with an intoxicating green glow, and Gu Qingquan seemed to hear the disdainful sneer of the red-clothed figure.

The sound of piercing the space was clear to the ear, and it seemed that there was only this sword left between heaven and earth. Dancing the sun, moon and stars, slashing the world with a smile, let your sword moves change in a thousand ways, I will be this sword!

The fierce sword intent was still spreading, even the space was trembling, the emerald green sword light was spreading infinitely in the space, as if cutting this piece of heaven and earth, Gu Qingquan was shocked to a pain in his heart, and after a short period of spinning, he regained his sight again. I saw Ye Ziyi looking at herself worriedly, her little hand was still on her arm, and the warm vitality slowly flowed into her body.

With a long exhalation, Gu Qingquan looked at the Songtao Sword again, and his blood boiled. Is this the picture that is remembered in the Songtao Sword? In this way, the red-clothed man who held the Songtao Sword just now is Gu Tianxing, the founder of the Gu family. Ten thousand swords are one, what a sharp sword intent. Legend has it that the ancient celestial star swept across the entire Eastern Continent to make a strong sword, and when I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. The earth-shattering sword was replayed in his mind, and his soul was shocked, and the blood in his whole body began to boil.

No matter how ever-changing your sword moves are, I will use this sword! Gu Qingquan suddenly had a move in his mind, picked up the Songtao Sword and swept to the outside of the cave, and the strength of his body was concentrated on his right arm, and he slashed diagonally at the stone next to him.

The sword is light and agile, and the only one who can use the sword like this is the Gu family ancestor who has a unique knowledge of swordsmanship and Gu Qingquan, who is a genius in the sky.

"Bell-" With a sound, a few sparks burst out in the darkness, and a crack was cut out of the stone on one side, Gu Qingquan stood by the sword, although the tiger's mouth was shaken and hurt, but every cell in the body said a word in unison, cool!

Ye Ziyi stood aside and looked at Gu Qingquan blankly, the admiration in her eyes was undisguised. I don't know what point of Gu Qingquan attracts Ye Ziyi, but for Ye Ziyi, Gu Qingquan is like a huge magnetic field, affecting her heart all the time.

Standing in the wind, Gu Qingquan is still reminiscing about Gu Tianxing's groundbreaking sword. There is not the slightest fancy split, the amplitude is large, the action is fast, and the force is concentrated on the blade. It seems to be a random split, there are no rules at all, but it makes people have no way to start, there is no breakthrough point, and they can change their moves at any time.

The sword-maker is nothing more than three realms:

There is a sword in the hand. The first realm is to pay more attention to the moves than the artistic conception, and the sword user pays too much attention to the form and cannot integrate himself with the swordsmanship. Although he holds a sword in his hand, the 'sword' in his heart has not yet taken shape, and he looks like a god.

There is no sword in the hand. The second realm pays attention to the artistic conception rather than the form. At this level, the sword and the move are already clear in the chest, and the sword moves at will, sending and receiving freely. At this time, the sword has become one with the bearer.

There is no sword in the heart. In the realm of the most rear, all things return to the source. The first two realms are dominated by sword skills, while the most rearmost realm is enlightenment. It just breaks the truth of 'Yin and Yang are harmonized, and things must be opposed', and everything returns to its origin.

Presumably, Gu Tianxing had reached the highest realm of swordlessness in his heart.

Under the moonlight, by the flowing water, Gu Qingquan waved the heavy Songtao Ancient Sword in his hand without a teacher, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Perhaps, a warrior would be more suitable for me than a warlock!