"What a sword!

Su Lie, who got the Fire Scale Sword, has almost been in love with it in recent days, playing it over and over again all day long.

The sky outside the house was gray, and there were a few lanterns in the house, illuminating the room brightly, and the fire scale sword emitted a faint red light and candle flames.

Su Lie carefully wiped it with shark skin, and the spotless body of the fire-scale sword was like a woman caressing a newborn baby, and her movements were extremely gentle.

After wiping all the sword blades, Su Lie gently withdrew the firescale sword into its scabbard and carefully put it back into the sword box made of precious rosewood.

After closing the sword box, he touched the box, couldn't help but open it again, and took out the fire scale sword.

"What a baby! I didn't expect that I would almost use such a divine sword! When my father comes back, I must compare it with his Night Abyss Sword!"

Thinking of the appearance of the real people of the four seas when they saw the Fire Scale Sword, Su Lie couldn't help but laugh stupidly.

Whether it was his father's Yeyuan Sword or Haoyang Zhenren's True Martial Sword, Su Lie's eyes were already hot, but he didn't expect that he would one day get a sword that was just better than theirs.

"O Sun Sword! Sun Sword! You are destined to belong to me by nature! No one will want to take you away from now on!"

The Sun Sword is the name Su Lie gave to the Fire Scale Sword.

When he was really sleepy to see, Su Lie reluctantly put away the sword, then extinguished the lights in the room, opened the secret room where he stored the treasures, and put the fire scale sword in the most conspicuous position.

Taking a deep look at the sandalwood box where the Fire Scale Sword was stored, and then glancing at the other treasures, Su Lie walked to the side of the mechanism, ready to close the entrance.

Syllable!

Just as Su Lie was about to play with the secret room, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Palace Master Su, don't worry! Now that it's already open, why don't you let me enjoy it. ”

Through the silver moonlight from the window, Su Lie saw that the person talking in front of him was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old handsome boy.

Who is this man?

When did you come in?

Why didn't I find out?

"You ......"

The frightened Su Lie had just opened his mouth, and the handsome boy pointed at him with a sword, and he clicked more than ten times on him like lightning, sealing all the big holes in his body, so that he couldn't even speak.

"I didn't expect there to be an unexpected gain!"

Hearing the prompt sound of the system in his mind, Song Yifei showed a hint of joy on his face, ignored Su Lie, who was frozen there, and walked into the secret room, tapping little by little along the perimeter of the wooden frame.

The place is not big, and it is easy for him to find it.

Without looking for any mechanism and key to open, Song Yifei's fingers overflowed with sword qi, like a tofu, inserted into the hard as iron Qingyan, and dug the rock outside the dark grid with his fingers.

Then he took a cheatbook and a parchment painting out of it.

How can it be?

How does he know?

Su Lie, who witnessed all this, almost popped out in shock.

The secret grid was very hidden, and only he knew about it. Even if ordinary people open the secret room, they would never think that there would be a secret grid set up inside like a nesting doll.

Song Yifei naturally wouldn't explain these things to him.

The villain died of too much talk.

"Thirteen Swords of Death!"

Seeing the name on the cheats, Song Yifei's face showed a hint of joy, this is a peerless martial art, and it is not famous in the rivers and lakes.

But what surprised Song Yifei even more was another parchment roll.

It is not a martial arts cheat, but a painting, a dark-faced man holding a black sword.

What surprised Song Yifei was that he could feel a faint sword intent from it just by looking at it.

"This painting should be used to assist in the cultivation of swordsmanship, maybe I can have an epiphany directly!"

As soon as he thought of it, Song Yifei picked up the cheats and looked through them.

With his current cultivation, he can basically memorize the martial arts cheats after reading them once. With the assistance of a strong sword intent, he can also comprehend a point or two.

As long as people's accumulation is deep enough, it can indeed make up for the shortcomings of understanding to a certain extent, which can be regarded as another kind of practice makes perfect.

After Song Yifei wrote it down, when he went to look at the pictures on the parchment, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

Song Yifei closed his eyes, and his moves kept flashing in his mind.

The first type of sword out of the throat seal!

......

The second type returns to the wind and captures the moon!

......

The third type of Qingfeng cutting noodles!

......

Fifth style low head drop boot!

......

The seventh style of the streamer passes!

......

The tenth type regresses and returns to Yan!

......

The thirteenth type kills gods and destroys Buddhas!

When all the sword techniques took root in his mind, a sword intent of absolute stillness and absolute death emanated from Song Yifei's body.

The sword intent inserted in the dantian on the bluestone mountain absorbed this new wisp of sword intent, and it became real again, like a solid bronze sword intent development.

At this time, an abrupt thought flashed through Song Yifei's mind.

Why is the sword intent, the sword intent, and the fist intent all cyan in the end?

Obviously, it's hard for someone to borrow it.

The nod flashed, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

......

No way!

It's absolutely impossible!!

At this time, Su Lie was almost crazy with shock, because he was also cultivating and was familiar with the sword intent.

The person in front of him had just seen it once, and he had already comprehended the deepest level of sword intent, and this extremely pure feeling made Su Lie couldn't help but suspect that the other party had reached the realm of supernatural intent.

How is this possible!

How could there be such a thing in the world!

Even the most talented person can't fully comprehend it just by watching it once.

His father, the Four Seas True Man, had been cultivating for twenty years since he got it, and he had reached the realm of consummation.

The person in front of him is either a monster!

Su Lie preferred to believe the latter.

Simply took a few treasures that looked pleasing to the eye, Song Yifei took the fire scale sword and the sword spectrum, as well as the sword intent, and walked out of the secret room.

Looking at Su Lie standing at the door of the secret room, Song Yifei had a playful smile on his face.

"What do you think I'm going to do with you?"

After thinking for a while, Song Yifei raised a finger, his body exuded a fierce sword intent, and slowly pointed at Su Lie's eyebrows.

"Let's kill it!

No! No! No!

I'm a high-ranking member of the Wudang Sect!

My father is a Supreme Elder, a master of the Grandmaster Realm!

You can't kill me!

You can't kill me!

Su Lie's eyes widened to the extreme, and he roared and shouted wildly in his heart, but he couldn't change the movement of Song Yifei's finger on his eyebrows.

Airplanes!

A wisp of invisible sword intent penetrated through Su Lie's eyebrows and slammed into the window behind him, and the hard rock windowsill silently cracked a hair-like gap.

"Boom...... Boom......"

Su Lie's throat rolled, and he still didn't say a word after all. The frightened expression froze, and the eyes gradually lost their luster and became gray and hollow.

As if doing a trivial thing, Song Yifei withdrew his finger and walked out of the room calmly.

The courtyard was shrouded in moonlight, quiet, not even the movement of ants and insects, as if it was dormant by the bitter cold of winter.

Song Yifei touched his chin, thinking about a question.

Through the experience he had just realized, he had a bold conjecture.

In the forbidden land of the Wudang Sect, is there something similar?