A faint sword qi flew out of the wooden sword and landed on the arm of the Sword Spirit Sect disciples, causing a red mark that made them tremble in pain.

Yuen Long pinched the trick and made an enchantment to cover everyone, and looked at Li Yanhui's eyes full of amazement.

It is worthy of being a single spirit root genius under the special care of the five elders.

If Li Yanhui passes the test of the Sword Shrine, within fifty years, there will be a Jindan real person in the Sword Spirit Sect.

Rong Hui looked at Li Yanhui, who was getting better, and condensed the sword intent of the Yuanying Realm into Li Yanhui's eyebrows, helping him comprehend more thoroughly.

There are five types of merciless killing swords.

The first style: forging the body to practice the sword, the unity of the human sword, this is the entry style.

Most monks wield a sword 3,000 a day, and it lasts for ten years to reach the ability to forge the body and practice the sword.

Most sword cultivators are extremely poor, and they are unable to achieve the unity of human and sword in their lifetime.

This is the reason why the ruthless killing sword is easy to learn sword moves and difficult to get started.

The second form: self-indulgence.

Sword cultivation put aside its dependence on the sword, tempered the sword intent with the heart method, and the heart moved at will to split the mountains and chisel stones, and the power was boundless.

The third form: search up and down.

Sword cultivation encountered a bottleneck, and it was difficult to break through and was at a loss.

Those who cultivate the Ruthless Killing Sword are full of blood in their hands, and the killing aura is very heavy, and it is very easy to give birth to inner demons here, fall into the demon path, and become the evil demon path that harms the party.

The fourth style: soaring.

People who constantly break through themselves, the sword points to the sky.

Soaring up to 90,000 miles, catching the sun and the moon, and peeking into the sky.

The fifth style: back to the basics, dead wood in spring.

The ruthless killing sword contains the state of mind of each realm of sword cultivation in one move.

The mood changes endlessly, and the sword moves are endless.

At the end of the night, Li Yanhui came to his senses.

He looked at his fellow disciples who were sleeping in a daze, and the thousands of sword marks in the broken temple, and was stunned, those sword marks seemed to have been made by himself.

He was immersed in the vast and infinite sword intent, and unconsciously such a long time had passed.

The cold moonlight sprinkled silver rays and fell on Rong Hui's body, giving her a layer of silver light.

In a trance, Li Yanhui felt that it was not the unfathomable Fifth Elder of the Sword Spirit Sect sitting in front of him.

It is a solemn glass statue.

Deserted, noble and detached.

Like the mysterious little fairy in the token, the momentum is compelling.

Li Yanhui shook his head and shook off the strange thoughts.

After sitting dryly for a day, Li Yan was hungry again, and he whispered, "Fifth Elder, do you have anything to eat?"

Rong Hui gave him a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, "That's all." ”

Li Yanhui feasted and filled the temple of the five internal organs, he picked up the wooden sword and waved it casually.

When a half-finger-deep sword mark appeared on the temple wall, he smiled with his wooden sword eyebrows, "I'm really a genius!"

Rong Hui gave a thumbs up cooperatively, "Well, compared to me, it's a little worse." ”

"How much worse?"

Rong Hui said lightly: "When this seat was enlightened, the proud sword qi directly demolished a palace in the Ethereal Illusion Mansion. ”

Li Yanhui's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, "Then you are really a genius." ”

People are more angry than people.

"Of course. Rong Hui said complacently: "This seat is the first person to cultivate the sword of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion, he built the foundation at the age of ten, and he is already a real person in Jindan for two years, until..."

Li Yanhui asked, "Until what?"

Even if Rong Hui said that she had soared, Li Yanhui was convinced.

During the day, Li Yanhui sensed another world in the domineering sword intent.

That sword intent contained supreme divine power, giving Li Yanhui an indescribable feeling, and the sword intent of the ancient and modern times made his heart surge.

Some indigenous geniuses are not caught up by time-travelers.

After sixteen years of wearing, Li Yanhui felt infinite frustration here in Ronghui.

It's not as good as the big guy.

It's not as good as the little brother of the big guy.

For example, Yunhe, who hid at the foot of the temple and peeked at it.

Li Yanhui learned from Yuen Long that the people who robbed him of his token on the cloud platform were Rong Hui's apprentices.

Especially the cold-faced killing god Yunhe, Rong Hui cultivated him as a personal disciple, ready to let him inherit the mantle.

Thinking of this, Li Yanhui was very uncomfortable.

"Fifth Elder, do you still accept apprentices?"

Rong Hui didn't want to refuse.

Li Yanhui's smile gradually disappeared, he wiped away the loss in his heart, and said sullenly: "Oh. ”

He is not blind, and it can be seen that Rong Hui takes good care of him.

Li Yanhui is a single Linggen genius who mutated Lei Linggen, and narcissistically thinks that Rong Hui treats him with blue eyes because he is a godsend, and waits for Rong Hui to open his mouth to accept apprentices.

After waiting for a few days without seeing Rong Hui's action, Li Yanhui decided to take the initiative.

Joy Rong Hui is the first to drink.

A stick broke his inflated complacency.

Hiding in the corner of the wall, the corners of Yun He's mouth curled to silently protect the people of the Sword Spirit Sect.

After a moment, Yunhe's smile froze, and his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

The master no longer accepts disciples, and his heart rejoices.

But the reason why the master didn't accept the apprentice made Yunhe's heart ache, and self-blame and guilt poured in.

Yun He's inky eyes were filled with a breath that seemed to pierce the tip of a needle into his brain, making him shiver in pain, and his legs slid weakly on the rubble.

"Close your eyes and meditate, sink your breath into the dantian, and circulate your exercises for a small week. ”

Yunhe looked up at the visitor, his eyes were red, and he called out to Master sadly and meditated quietly.

By the time he came to his senses, the people of the Sword Spirit Sect had disappeared without a trace.

——

Yuen Long asked the disciples to gather the eight corpses that had died, and his expression was solemn: "Five elders, there are a total of three waves of immortal sect disciples who have come. ”

Rong Hui inspected the body of the deceased and explained to his disciples how to identify the way of death.

"Which sects?"

Yuen Long said: "Qiyang Sect, Hehuan Sect and Qingyun Sect, the lowest cultivation of these disciples is the middle of the Qi refining period, and the highest is the foundation building period. ”

They are all disciples with lower cultivation.

Rong Hui paused, "It's all the top three sects." ”

Yuen Long was puzzled: "Where is the evil in Jinchi Town, which is sacred, and it has made the disciples of the upper three sects fold here one after another. ”

Rong Hui was silent.

The Sword Spirit Sect took a shortcut, and Rong Hui secretly used the technique of shrinking the ground into inches to arrive earlier than them.

According to Yuen Long's investigation, the Shanyin faction came prepared, and they must have known that there was a secret treasure here.

The Sanyin faction knew about it, how could the upper three sects not know.

Rong Hui got up, "After Yuen Long was broken, all the disciples removed the wooden planks and only followed me with wooden swords. ”

Li Yanhui, who had been silent for a day, finally asked, "Where are you going?"

Rong Hui used a wooden sword to explore the way, "Coffin shop." ”

The disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect clenched his grip on the wooden sword and followed closely behind Rong Hui.

"Where's Senior Brother Yuen Long?"

I don't know who shouted.

Only then did everyone realize that Yuen Long was gone.

"Fifth Elder!" Yuen Long, who was ejected, sent a message: "There is a strange formation in Jinchi Town, and the disciple was bounced out as soon as he entered. ”

Rong Hui motioned for everyone to stop, and she sent a secret message: "There should be a secret treasure in the hands of the Jinchi Town demon to restrict the high-level monks, you look around, don't be careful." ”

"Back to the fifth elder, the disciple found three Jindan monks who had been dug up Jindan!"

Panic and fear came into Rong Hui's ears, and she said calmly: "Go find Yunhe." ”

Yun and the half-step Yuan Infant, there are not many people in the Immortal Cultivation Realm who can hurt him.

It is more than enough for him to protect Yuen Long.

"Don't look for it, Yun and Senior Brother are here, but he has to break in..."

Yuen Long's voice came intermittently.

Before Rong Hui could hear clearly, the two suddenly cut off contact.