In the depths of the 100,000 mountains, in the lava volcano underground, a pair of blood-eyed dragon eyes, the moment Huo Ran opened it, the direction he looked at was the south.

When he stood up, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and he had the same attitude and approach, as well as the one in Shushan.

and Li Xiaoyi, who was in retreat and cultivating in the secret room, without him getting up in the air, a picture naturally appeared in his mind, only a sword, shaking the sky and the earth, piercing the hanging city.

The principle of looking at the sword lies in understanding, not looking at how powerful it is, only starting from the subtleties, and then feeling the true meaning of the sword, in order to know what kind of sword it is.

Empathy changes in mind, such a great power is not the first time that the old beggar has done this to Li Xiaoyi, there have been, but the most shocking thing is undoubtedly just this time.

The sword was contending, not yielding to others, unwilling to be just the arrogance of this piece of heaven and earth, and the endless sense of destruction that entered the Dao, as well as the sword intent itself implicated in the swordsman himself, which was deeply engraved in his mind.

Even if it is thousands of miles away, it is still very clear, if it were not for the familiar beggar clothes, Li Xiaoyi would almost not be able to recognize it, is this still the old beggar with yellow teeth and a dirty face that he once knew?

Li Xiaoyi looked at the sword, it was extremely clear, and there were people like him, but in this world, the top few people could count them on one hand.

But there was a black light, suddenly shot out from the hanging city, just when the huge sword curtain slashed and fell, its momentum was close to there or not, there was no breath overflowing, but there was a strange black halo, colliding with the sword pressure hedge.

The insect-like heavenly demons wandering around on both sides, at this moment, disappeared from ashes, and the entire sky above this as the center, began to distort and deform, and the momentum was so great, but it was Li Xiaoyi, who had gone through countless battles, and he had only seen it in his life.

In the sky above the Shushan Sword Sect, there are also people looking from afar, not the Lu Lengxuan who has already flown to that area, but the lord of Shushan, the true person of the world.

is not as effortless as Li Xiaoyi, you can clearly and intuitively feel the coercion of the sword intent, he is using his life's cultivation to look at it desperately.

But there was only a general scene, and even so, it made his expression show an unconcealable excitement.

His realm has been stranded for too long, it's not that his cultivation is not enough, his aura has already reached perfection, and his state of mind is firm enough, and he has reached that level, which is the realm of the unity of heaven and heart, and the only thing that is missing is an opportunity that can allow him to cross that threshold in one fell swoop.

The black and white world appeared in the eyes of the real people of the enlightened world, and in the state of mind, in the minds of the gods, there were all two completely different "Dao" playing with each other.

also appeared in Li Xiaoyi's eyes, in his heart, in his mind, but what he saw was what the old beggar only wanted him to see, and others couldn't see it.

That is the true meaning of the way of using the sword, and it is also the door of the Sword Washing Pavilion, where all the essence is, the flow outline of its original mental method, and the trajectory of the secret method acting on the sword.

There is also a voice in his ear, reciting the chapter of kendo from beginning to end, summing up, it is nothing more than those two words, Tian Yuan!

Someone once learned this whole set of secret secrets of the Sword Washing Pavilion, but because of this, he used another sword that was different from this.

The old beggar is first poured into the sword with the heart of the sect, and when he copies the derivation and then becomes a sword, it is the so-called change that does not deviate from its origin, and the road is unified into simplicity, and it is made by one sword!

In this process, Li Xiaoyi no longer cares whether this sword can be split or not, his mind is focused on the manifestation of the exercise itself, as well as the subtle changes in the sword intent.

It's like observing the subtleties of the eagle when it strikes the sky, as well as the use of every inch of the body, as for whether he can successfully fight the rabbit, it is not within his scope of thinking.

The important thing is the process, not the result, which is the time of learning, and after learning something, the important thing is the result, not the process.

Lighting a piece of incense, this is a precious thing, it is the old agarwood specially prepared by Chen Yueling for herself, which calms the mind and calms people's emotions.

Li Xiaoyi stood up and precipitated what he had seen and learned in the process, not because he didn't want to continue watching, but because the old beggar had broken off the connection between the two after the "Tianyuan Sword Technique".

As for the result, he doesn't care or not, it has nothing to do with him in the final analysis.

The only thing that matters is the sword.

Wushi Zhenren is still watching, there are streams of heat steaming all over his body, and the aura is wandering all over his body, he must have a final result before he will give up.

Li Xiaoyi's mood began to relax, and there was a refreshing light fragrance in his snort, which made people feel comfortable all over his body.

Take a sip of tea, close your eyes, and when the fragrance of tea spreads in your mouth, it is an aftertaste, the unique style of that sword.

In the Netherworld Ghost Domain, the Dragon Emperor sat in the main hall dejectedly, the air exuded a strong smell of blood, and several corpses that were vented by him were scattered there, but no one cleaned them up.

And after that, as soon as he turned around, his figure appeared in the Yin Spirit Passage in a spatial shift.

Without saying anything, he walked out of this realm, and when he came to the Xiuzhen world, the guards who were in charge of guarding the passage didn't even see his shadow, and the Dragon Emperor had already stood at the head of Tianmu City.

When Ao Xu and the others rushed over after hearing the news, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, but they did not get any response from the old Dragon Emperor.

Ao Xu looked at the back, and suddenly felt that he had always existed like a god, even if his waist was straight, he seemed to have the form of an old dragon clock.

In a short period of time, the loss of two sons in a row is not something that anyone can bear.

All the demon clans, whether they are the ichthyosaurus clan or the 100,000 mountains, all of them don't dare to gasp and lower their heads at this time.

At this time, no one dares to bear the thunderous wrath of this old man, and even if he is killed, he can only consider himself unlucky, because he will not give you a chance to fight at all.

But he didn't know that the Dragon Emperor was looking in one direction at this time, and in his mind, a voice sounded, but it was not something that outsiders could hear.

Suddenly, the Dragon Emperor looked back, his sharp gaze suddenly swept over the bodies of the demon clans, and his gaze finally fell on Ao Xu's body.

There was a hint of complexity in his expression, but he just hesitated for a moment and said, "You will be responsible for this place in the future!"

As soon as the words fell, before Ao Xu could react, the figure of the Dragon Emperor was gone, and the latter looked at the location of the Dragon Emperor with a slight frown, a little stunned.

And on the Mingyu Sea, in the Sea Dragon King City at the bottom of the sea, a young man in white shirt suddenly had a gloomy face, and when the surrounding furnishings were shattered due to anger, he suddenly spoke: "Summons!"