Under the Qilin Cliff, in a newly opened dark cave, Sima Yuan sat cross-legged.

Today is three months of sword fighting, but the number of people who came to post to invite the battle has increased rapidly, and there seems to be no end, even if Sima Yuandang is frightened by this formation.

When he opened his eyes, nearly hundreds of battle posts covered him, instantly submerging his figure.

In the following days, Sima Yuan saw that the pile of battle posts was chilled all over his body.

There was still a trace of palpitations on Sima Yuan's face, he shivered, raised his head slightly to look outside the cave, and the whistling sound permeated his ears, as if a cold whip was wantonly whipping the rocks on this cliff, grinding off the edges and corners, and also scratching off the resistance.

He secretly thought that after this battle, the pill had already consumed seventy-seven eighty-eight, and only a few Chenyuan pills remained untouched for the time being.

And because the cultivation that Cao Qiji said was vain, and if he took it again, it would definitely damage Daoji's words, and he was avoided by Sima Yuan like a snake and scorpion.

He frowned slightly, rubbing the Lingyuan Stone in his hand, and his cultivation could not be boosted, so the Lingyuan Stone could not be absorbed.

He muttered to himself, "Listening to the meaning of Senior Brother's words, the sect seems to be in turmoil, and if the cultivation is too low, it will definitely be drowned by the waves, so you must improve your strength as soon as possible!"

Sima Yuan's expression suddenly moved, and when he slapped the storage bag, an antique ancient mirror the size of two palms fell into his hand.

I remember that Senior Brother Lu once said that spiritual treasures seem to be divided into levels, such as our qi refining existence can make magic weapons, and the mana of the predecessors who built the foundation is even better, and it is difficult for a mere magic weapon to withstand its majestic cultivation, only the spiritual weapon in that treasure can withstand it.

Sima Yuan suddenly remembered that when he was in Jiulongtan that day, the Xiao disciple shouted 'Spirit Weapon' to the ancient mirror when he was dying.

His gaze shifted slightly, falling on the ancient mirror, as if thoughtful.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he built a foundation sword qi!

And that Jindan sword qi!

As soon as his mind opened, he suddenly felt enlightened, his spirit lifted, and his gaze changed when he looked at the ancient mirror.

However, Sima Yuan calmed down, and after taking a few deep breaths, the excitement slowly calmed down.

His gaze turned and landed on the edge of the ancient mirror, and then his fingertips touched lightly, and a quintessential sword qi slowly crossed into Sima Yuan's body.

As soon as the sword qi penetrated, Sima Yuan suddenly stiffened, and then quickly closed his eyes and tried his best to refine his understanding.

Half an hour later, when he opened his eyes again, a complicated look of regret seemed to be fleeting.

He whispered softly, "The legacy of the seniors, the younger generations are deserved, and the only way to carry forward your swordsmanship skills is to pass them on." ”

Immediately, he turned his head slightly, looked at the remnant sword leaning against the wall on his side and asked the immortal, his eyes showing excitement.

This remnant sword is the Immortal Sword obtained from the sword mound.

The sword is no more than a foot long, and the tip of the front part of the sword has long been lost, and its whereabouts are unknown, and now in Sima Yuan's hand, this half is the hilt.

There seemed to be a dragon light pattern hovering on the blue and blue sword body, and the enchanting and galloping invisible power was shocking.

A few days ago, Sima Yuan gritted his teeth in order to test the benefits of the remnant sword, and simply slashed at the remnant sword with the mutilated cold water sword.

As a result, the Immortal was unscathed, and the Cold Water Sword was broken into broken iron, not only was the spiritual loss exhausted, but the sword body was completely scrapped.

Sima Yuan picked it up and asked the immortals, like a treasure.

He stroked the blade gently, his gaze calm and gentle, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Suddenly, he smiled and whispered, "Today, you and I will be completely united." ”

He gently grasped the hilt of the sword, and a hint of coldness penetrated his heart, and after taking a deep breath, a stream of mana crossed into the sword under the mind of the imperial envoy.

He closed his eyes again and slowly refined the Immortal Sword.

And when Sima Yuan's mana entered the remnant sword like a swimming snake, the sword body, which was originally silent and silent, suddenly flashed blue, and a trace of vague aura was slowly condensing.

Like the resurrection of the dead.

At the same time, in the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion, above the half-nameless sword tip that had been silent for sixteen years, a blue light disappeared in an instant, and it turned back to dead silence.

On the top floor of the Sword Pavilion, the plump figure standing with his hands in his hands suddenly trembled and trembled.

"It woke up".

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At the edge of the Sword Peak's territory, three figures came in parallel.

The face of the leader was blurred, as if he was shrouded by a hidden magic weapon, and his voice was nearly forty years old.

The magnificence of the leader made the two people behind him bow slightly, and even replied with caution.

The man chuckled, "This mission will be handed over to two Taoist friends, and Zhao will not go in person." ”

After the two behind him quietly glanced at each other, a trace of disappointment quietly passed, but they didn't dare to refute, so they could only accompany the smiling face.

The boy surnamed Zhao continued to laugh and said, "Even if the two junior brothers let go, even if it falls into the hands of that person after the matter is completed, I can keep the two of them safe and sound!"

He said with a deep meaning, "You know, this is a different time. ”

When the two of them heard this, their eyes showed relief and joy, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The back road is not broken, and you can still protect your own life, this trip seems to be a great good!

Immediately no longer hesitated, Qi Qi solemnly clenched his fists, "Senior Brother Zhao, don't worry, the two of us will never live up to the love of Senior Brother, and we will definitely twist that little mongrel's head to give it to Senior Brother." ”

The monk surnamed Zhao bowed his head and looked at the backs of the two of them disappearing, and his gaze gradually turned into a deep one.

"How can I satisfy my master's appetite by refining qi?"

The stars shift, the sun and the moon change.

A few days later, Sima Yuan slowly opened his eyes, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, and an unpleasant fishy smell filled the entire cave.

He lowered his head and looked at the fairy in his hand, and said with emotion, "I never thought that you and I would just fuse for the first time, so I gave such a big gift to the kid, thank you." ”

The fairy sword trembled slightly, as if in response, as if it was spiritual.

This time the sacrifice of the remnant sword asked the immortals, and actually washed the shin bones and blood marrow in Sima Yuan's body again, which was more pure and thorough than before.

Sima Yuan flicked his skin, shining brightly and full of toughness.

The body is even more integrated, surging and surging.

What made Sima Yuan even happier was that the spiritual power of the green lotus seeds hidden in his body seemed to be stimulated, just like the purest and primordial heaven and earth aura in the world, all poured into Sima Yuan's limbs and hundreds of remains, making his cultivation soar.

It is only a line away from the eighth layer of Qi refining, which can be called within reach!

Sima Yuan smiled lightly, and when he held the Immortal Sword again, a strange feeling like an arm waving filled his mind.

The process of refining this spirit sword this time was extremely smooth, and under the infusion of mana, not only did there not have the slightest resistance, but its remaining sword consciousness seemed to guide Sima Yuan's refining.

It was like a wanderer getting lost and being guided home.

At this moment, within Sima Yuan's dantian, a trace of alarm rose in vain, and then it climbed to the extreme in an instant.

Sima Yuan's breathing was short, he held his breath for a moment, and at the last moment, he leaned back almost instinctively.

And in the slightest difference, a light sneering sound sounded, as if something out of nothing, appeared in front of Sima Yuan's sitting upright, and stabbed down diagonally.

A faint thin line like fluorescence suddenly drilled through the place where Sima Yuan was sitting, and after a few breaths, a faint sneering sound came back.

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, his heart suddenly suffocated, he raised his head, looked at the outside of the cave, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed by.

Trapped in the hole, you will definitely be caught in the urn, instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to fight out!

Sima Yuan's mind was in a hurry, and in an instant, he figured out his own situation and how to deal with it, and he shouted,

"Ask the fairy!!"

The Immortal Sword Remnant trembled slightly, and after a sudden sound, it fell into Sima Yuan's hands.

He made a light move, his own storage bag and ancient mirror started, he felt a little at ease, the other party obviously just arrived, otherwise he would definitely find out that this treasure is extraordinary.

He looked outside the cave, and since the attack just now, there was no response, and the roar outside the cave was still the same, as usual.

Sima Yuan knew that the other party must be hiding near the entrance of the cave, and as soon as he appeared, he would be hit by a thunderbolt.

The other party may be a foundation-building being!

Sima Yuan suddenly laughed loudly, "The strong man who builds the foundation is just a sneak attack on a low-level monk and a means of doing it, and he still wants to wait for the rabbit and wait for work, which is extremely shameless, Sima is ashamed to be with you!"

After the ridicule and laughter came out, there was no response outside the cave, and it was the same as before.

Sima Yuan's heart suddenly sank, the other party was even more difficult than he imagined!

His eyes were bloodshot, a trace of cruelty disappeared in a flash, he patted the storage bag, and the bottle of medicine containing Chen Yuandan appeared in his hand.

He immediately poured out all the Chen Yuan Dan and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, he took out the ancient mirror and carefully took out a few foundation-building sword qi and stored them on the Immortal Sword.

He hesitated slightly, and drew the most powerful sword qi to the edge of the ancient mirror, ready to attack.

Then he raised his head and raised his head slightly, staring at the five-colored miscellaneous stone above the entrance of the cave, and the powerful momentum of the seventh layer of qi refining on his body continued to rise.

Finally, when he reached a certain peak, Sima Yuan's eyes widened, and there was a long roar in his mouth,

"Give me !!"

Before the words fell, Sima Yuan's figure stepped lightly on the cave wall and slashed towards the huge Qinggang stone above the cave entrance!

With a bang, the top of the cave mouth exploded, rocks flew, and a cold muffled sound sounded.

Sima Yuan's eyes lit up suddenly, and he rushed towards the other party without dodging.

Touch!

The two bodies collided unexpectedly after crashing into several pieces of rubble.

However, the price was that Sima Yuan left a bloody scarlet palm print on his chest.

The other party was slashed in the left shoulder by a Qianxian sword, and the sword body was embedded in the shoulder bone and stuck inside.

It was only at this time that Sima Yuan saw the other party's purpose clearly.

Shrouded in a layer of black cloth, the whole body is as black as ink, if hidden in the night, it is like a whole, it is difficult to distinguish the slightest.

Only a pair of sharp and indifferent eyes remained outside, and the eyes that looked at Sima Yuan were like staring at a dead person.

Sima Yuan grinned, and in the shrinkage of the other party's pupils, Sima Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out, and the three foundation-building sword qi snorted, and passed through the opponent's body.

However, the other party was not killed as he wished, and after a muffled snort, the man shook Sima Yuan with one palm, and at the same time held it tightly with one hand, and the warm scarlet liquid between his fingers slowly flowed down.

Sima Yuan's eyes were fierce, and when the other party slapped his palm, the hand that held Wen Xian suddenly pressed downward.

When the opponent's palm print fell again, most of the strength was removed.

However, Sima Yuan did not let go of such a good opportunity, and an ancient mirror appeared on his left hand and smashed down towards the man's head.

Seeing that Fang Cai's palm was not effective, the other party smiled and let Sima Yuan's ancient mirror smash down, as if he was being slaughtered.

Sima Yuan had a warning in his heart again, but Gu Jing turned around halfway and hit the man's left shoulder.

With the help of this force, he hurriedly pulled out the Ask Immortal Sword.

Just as he was about to evacuate, a sneer came from above, "It's too late to leave now!"

Sima Yuan raised his head suddenly, only to see a large net falling straight down above his head, intending to cover Sima Yuan and the two of them together!

The other party even has a party!

The two major foundations join forces to sneak attack!

Sima Yuan's liver and gallbladder were split, and his whole body was cold.

He's in a desperate situation!

At the moment of life and death, Sima Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, his face was hideous and terrifying, his expression was extremely crazy, and he roared angrily,

"If you want me to die, then you can also be buried with me!!"

As soon as he patted the ancient mirror, a wisp of faint sword qi that had been waiting for a long time seemed to slowly drill out of the ancient mirror.

Suddenly, a huge sword qi filled the entire Qilin Cliff, like an abyss, majestic and profound, and incomparably powerful.

As soon as this aura that made Zhuji tremble and suffocate appeared, it shocked the entire Zixiao Peak.

Almost at the same moment, the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion had two huge auras comparable to them soaring into the sky.

Above the Zixiao Peak of the Zixia Sect, the floating clouds that were originally silent and stagnant suddenly rolled and rolled upside down, and when they tore and shook, a huge aura instantly descended on the Qilin Cliff.

Then several matchless machines followed.

In just three breaths, there are four strong qi machines gathered on the edge of the Qilin Cliff of Sword Peak!

All the Venerable Jindan Venerables!!

Immediately, a roar containing the fury of thunder resounded throughout the Zixiao Sect,

"Zhao Mengjing, you damn !!"