On a hot summer day, a black carriage galloped on the official road.

The red sun is like fire, and there is no wind in the sky, this kind of day is the time when the activities of Warcraft are most frequent, and even on the official road is not particularly safe.

Even large caravans will look for guards, and if they don't have enough strength, they really don't dare to go on their own road.

This is Li Chun's carriage.

From the county town of Fubo to Tongguan, he traveled three thousand miles, and the will to summon him as the prince's guard of honor came in a hurry, and asked him to arrive within seven days to join the people traveling westward, which was even unexpected by the king of Fubo County.

So he had to contribute his four thousand-mile horses to pull the cart, carrying Li Chun to Tongguan in the starry night.

"Old Zhou, where are we now?"

Li Chun poked his head out of the carriage, his face full of exhaustion.

Although he is a ninth-level swordsman and young, he has not rested for several days and nights, and his body will inevitably be unbearable - if it was before, I am afraid that he would have been bitter for a long time, but after Yan Huo'er left, he seemed to have suddenly matured, even if it could not be said that he was willing, but he was silently patient.

If there is time to complain, it is better to use it to practice swords.

He has to seize every minute and every second, he is a man destined to become a sword master.

He wants to get his sister back.

Although the old man had already told him about the huge gap, Li Chun was not discouraged.

The message of the silver-haired sword saint in Lang Huanjue often appeared in his mind.

“...... Yu learned swords at the age of three, and became a seven-year-old Xiaocheng, challenging the world's masters, without a defeat. Occasionally, Lang Huan Yujue, comprehended the world's swordsmanship, and even the sixteen-year-old swordsmanship, and since then regarded the world's masters as dust and mud, extremely good at the way of people. Hidden deep in the mountains for improvement. ”

"Another fourteen years of understanding the principles of heaven and man, cultivating successfully, rejecting the priesthood of the heavenly court, being at ease, can be called a sword immortal. ”

"A hundred years of red dust has passed in a flash. Kendo cultivation is deep, and once enlightened. ”

"Mortal cultivation, the four realms of people, cultivation, immortals, and saints, ancient and modern masters, those who can cross the last step, but a palm. ”

“...... Although Yu is called the Sword Saint, he is still half a step away from the Supreme Dao, which is a pity!

He has long known that the so-called gods and so-called immortals are not the end. Above these strong men, there is also the rank of saints.

And that silver-haired sword saint, it took only a hundred years to get close to this realm!

He claimed that he was still half a step away from the Supreme Dao, indicating that he had not really become a Sword Saint, but it also meant that he had already stood in the highest position below the Saint.

What a true immortal golden immortal, mixed yuan Daluo. It's all at his feet!

Because of this, Vientiane Celestial. Even if the true immortals are everywhere, and the golden immortals are not as good as dogs, Li Chun is not afraid at all.

What others can do, he can do.

He was a man destined to become a sword saint - Li Chun even felt that this was the arrangement of fate.

He got Lang Huanjue, and he met Yan Huo'er. If he wants to go to the Vientiane Heavenly Realm to find his sister, he must have enough strength!

So Li Chun was not in a hurry, nor did he wait, but rose up and used every moment to make himself strong.

At least. Let's step out of this world first!

Divide heaven and man, shatter the void! This is his goal in the medium term.

And the most important thing now is to condense into a sword seed and step into the realm of cultivators!

So even if he was in a hurry, he didn't relax his cultivation at all, the barbarian king thundered the sky, he endured severe pain and practiced twice a day, and stubbornly practiced this martial arts that must rely on the power of the god of war to be successful, even if he couldn't exert his huge power, but the role of transforming the body has gradually emerged.

- Originally, the movement of the sword seed in the whole body would be very slow due to the blockage of the meridians, but after the body transformed by the Barbarian King Booming Fist, the ductility and elasticity of the meridians are better, and the channels are wider, so the speed of the sword seed is also much faster than that of ordinary people.

If this situation can continue, then Li Chun's complete transformation of his body and the speed at which he steps into the realm of cultivators will be at least twice as fast as ordinary people!

In addition, of course, his swordsmanship can't be put down, and now his sword moves have been cultivated to the highest mystery of the Qingling Pavilion, the Yuewu Lost Boat Swordsmanship, which has been raised to a higher level than before;

- If he meets Wu Fangyuan again now, he is sure that he can easily win within ten moves, and he no longer needs to fear his opponent's long river sunset sword technique.

After Yan Huo'er left, Li Chun did change greatly.

"Xie Yuangong, you have already arrived in Kangcheng, and if you cross the Chishui again, you can go to Tongguan. ”

Lao Zhou, who was driving the car, was also tired, he was the confidant of the king of Fubo County, and he did not complain, and he was very respectful to Li Chun.

"Oh? Is there Chishui in front of you?"

Li Chun straightened up and looked into the distance, three thousand miles of red water, mighty and twisting, flowing from the Tianshan Mountains through the henchmen of the empire, until the East China Sea entered the sea, which can be said to be the mother river of this heavenly world.

The blood-red river irrigates the land for thousands of miles and feeds hundreds of people.

It's just that it's still far away now, and I can't see the strange scene, but I hear the wind whistling in my ears, with a little sound of waves.

"How do we cross the Chishui?"

Originally, thousands of years ago, there was a Hongqiao built by the emperor of the ancients on the Chishui, crossing the moat, so that the people could come and go, but unfortunately after the change of heaven and earth, the Jedi Tiantong, this miracle must not appear lightly in the world, naturally the Hongqiao also disappeared, and now to cross the Chishui, only by boat to cross the river.

The carriage Li Chun was riding in was huge, and ordinary boats naturally couldn't carry it, so he had to have a big boat.

"Childe, rest assured, twenty miles south along Chishui, is Taoyedu, there must be a big boat there, the king of the county ordered, we chartered a boat to cross the river. ”

The king of Fubo County is rich and rich, and it is nothing to cover a ferry boat.

"That's good. ”

If the carriage can't cross the river, the rest of the journey will have to be carried on two legs.

Now they have been running wildly for four days and four nights, crossing Chishui, and walking another 500 miles to reach Tongguan, it seems that the time is in time.

The carriage galloped for a while, and at this time the sound of the water was so loud that it could be heard clearly, and Li Chun looked up again, only to see a line of red water on the horizon, meandering down, and in front of him, it had become a big river that could not see the other side.

The water is brown and red, because most of the upper reaches are laterite deserts.

Looking around, I saw the water and vapor, and I couldn't see the source, and I couldn't see the distance downstream, and even the other side was a fog.

"Sure enough, it's a big river in the world!"

Compared to it, Weishui is insignificant, and I don't know what this Chishui River God looks like.

Li Chun had a strange association in his mind. (To be continued......)