He's not dead!

The crazy sword intent locked on Wang Le, and the thirty-three sword lights seemed to devour and tear him apart, but before the sword light arrived, Wang Le's eyebrows seemed to be penetrated, and his soul trembled.

This was the first time he felt the breaking of the law from 'himself', such a sword style, so terrifying!

Wang Le hooked his sword finger, and the flying sword flew back from the other party's body, and the mana on his body surged, and the sword qi on his body was vertical and horizontal.

Wang Le wants to break the French style to break the French style!

It's just that, in the breaking of the French in front of him, he suddenly fell into a feeling that he had never felt before.

It seems that there is a sword light around him, and he is also one of those sword lights.

Those dense sword qi were whistling, vertical and horizontal, and one after another sword qi flashed in his eyes, gradually turning into thirty-three sword lights, but each of the thirty-three sword lights was different.

Turning the sword, splitting the sword, pointing the sword, picking the sword, chopping the sword, breaking the sword......

Among the thirty-three sword lights, six sword lights kept waving in Wang Le's mind, but the remaining twenty-seven were blurry.

Wang Le was shocked.

"It's ......"

The French-breaking style he practiced and practiced has always been only in its shape, and it is not in its spirit, but now the impostor Wang Leshua in front of him is showing the French-breaking style.

He was able to face this sword so intuitively, and suddenly had a Dao enlightenment, once he had been comprehending the charm of breaking the law, but he couldn't understand the essence for a long time.

So he lingered for a long time in the form and rhyme and could not cross.

Now seeing this sword, Wang Le seems to have something missing in his heart that has been filled in at once.

All at once, he found his way to Shen Yun.

Wang Le's eyes were clear all of a sudden, and when he looked at this sword again, he suddenly saw it more clearly.

"It turns out that this is how the French style should be used!"

The long sword in his hand stabbed out towards the sword in front of him, this sword was extremely ordinary, there was no dazzling sword qi, no brilliant sword pillars, no gorgeous sword arrays.

However, the sword intent contained in this sword was powerful, and the mysterious intent poured out like a tide, directly stabbing at one of the opponent's thirty-three sword lights.

"I saw the flaw, the flaw in this sword was so big. ”

A burst of sword pillars suddenly erupted, and the thirty-three sword lights in front of him emitted a strong brilliance in an instant, and the sword light rolled up and flew out, stabbing the fake Wang Le out of holes one by one, drowning him in the sword light, and the surrounding trees were penetrated by the sword pillar.

"This is the real sword to break ten thousand laws!"

Wang Le stood there, and this feeling was really amazing.

Thirty-three swords' breaking style, although there is only one formula, but this formula can derive thirty-three swords, in fact, this formula is thirty-three moves, each move is different.

The beginner's shape and rhyme just learned a silhouette and style, and turned the thirty-three swords into a sword.

And the charm of the entry is to split the thirty-three swords and turn them into thirty-three moves, each of which has its own different way of breaking.

It's just that what puzzled him was that he only saw six of the thirty-three swords clearly, which were the sword transformation style, the splitting sword style, the point sword style, the picking sword style, the slashing sword style, and the breaking sword style.

The rest of the twenty-seven swords became extremely blurry, and no matter how hard Wang Le tried, he couldn't see clearly.

"Is this because the method I learned is not orthodox, or is it because this style of swordsmanship is like this, or is this style a broken sword technique?"

He thought about it and couldn't get an answer, but with the current state, he could be regarded as earning, and if there was a chance to find out about the Gangqing Lotus Sword or the Shushan faction in the future, he would find a way to figure it out.

After figuring out the Shen Yun of breaking the French style, he will be able to have the corresponding skills to understand the Shen Yun of the French style.

He blinked his eyes, looked at the figure in front of him, and made sure that the sword made the other party unable to get up again, Wang Le breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, Wang Le's figure jumped, walked into the distance, and disappeared here.

Later, Wang Le saw the enchanting tree as bright as a mirror in this forest.

Wang Le avoided it very consciously.

At this point, he made sure that the red moon above his head had not changed in the slightest, and that it should be the same as the environment outside, and there would be no change.

After nearly two more hours of doing this, he finally stopped in front of an unusually large tree trunk and found a bronze gate.

The bronze gate, which is about two meters wide and more than four meters high, is covered with traces of time, directly embedded into the trunk of the tree, and blends in with the trunk.

Wang Le swung around the massive trunk of the tree, and finally stopped in front of the gate, where traces of spells came out, and he speculated that it was probably a portal.

I don't know where this is teleported.

He thought for a while, stood in front of the bronze gate and raised his right hand, layers of spiritual power condensed in his palm, and then pushed towards the bronze gate.

Click-

There was a heavy and deep opening sound from the bronze gate, Wang Le slowly opened the door, and a bright and dazzling light suddenly came out, wrapped Wang Le at once, and then pulled towards the bronze gate.

Wang Le's figure suddenly disappeared into the woods as Zheng

The bronze gate closed again at the same time, and the woods fell into silence and serenity once more

......

Wang Le's eyes flashed, a breath of aura erupted from his body, the flying sword above his head circled, and he continued to swallow out one sword qi after another, and he looked around cautiously.

As far as the eye can see, the scenery has changed.

He was standing on a desert surrounded by an endless monochromatic color, not even a single tree, not a single green.

Wang Le glanced at the sun above his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to come out of it again.

It's just that I don't know what kind of changes will occur here.

But as a rule of thumb, it would be unwise to stand still.

Wang Le's eyes turned around, and finally saw a faint black dot at the end of his line of sight in the southwest direction, and he immediately took a step and ran towards that side.

It's not that he hasn't thought about flying, but this gives Wang Le a great sense of crisis, especially flying in a strange place, I'm afraid it will become the hunting target of any monster.

Therefore, walking on the ground is the most dangerous, which comes from the experience of veteran drivers.

He walked for more than a while, and found that the desert did not even have wind, it seemed to be extremely quiet, and all the way, he did not even see half a living thing.

Wang Le frowned, and his intuition told him that this was unusual.

In this forbidden place, the quieter and calmer it is, the less quiet it is, the less peaceful it is.

A wave of unease rose in him.

It wasn't until the black dot in front of him gradually enlarged that Wang Le was able to see clearly that the black dot was actually a tall tower!

A mysterious tower towering over the desert!