Qinglian Sword Technique is a swordsmanship in Tiangang swordsmanship, and it became famous in the Shushan Sword School.

It's a pity that for some reason, the Shushan Sword Sect disappeared, along with the ghostly swordsmanship.

For countless years, there have been occasional swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword School in the world, but most of them are fakes.

The French-breaking style that Wang Le learned is not authentic, and the deeper his understanding of the French-breaking style, the more he feels this way.

Breaking the French style - one sword can be turned into thirty-three, and the thirty-three swords change differently, including transformation, splitting, pointing, picking, chopping, and collapsing......

The true meaning of breaking the law is that no matter how meticulous the spell is, how powerful the magic power, there will always be flaws, and breaking the law style can break ten thousand laws with one sword.

Thirty-three swords, thirty-three changes can be used to break the world's magic powers, although there is only one way to break the law, but at least at least thirty-three changes can be evolved, just like the thirty-three swordsmanship, including the currently known swordsmanship in the world.

It's a pity that Wang Le's learning of breaking the French style is not authentic, but it is close to the authentic, and the thirty-three changes he has learned so far only include, point, split, pick, chop, collapse, and transformation, six changes.

It's just these six changes, but Wang Le hasn't even entered the entrance at present, and can only use the form of breaking the law, but he hasn't even comprehended the gods.

But even so, this has become his most powerful swordsmanship at the moment.

He couldn't help but sigh for a while, this Shushan swordsmanship was really unfathomable, and the swordsmanship alone was already so powerful.

He thought that this method should be a broken sword technique studied by his predecessors based on the only surviving documents.

Wang Le came up with another magical power in his mind, attacking the French style.

The French breaking style is the swordsmanship magic power of the main breaking method, and the attacking style is the attack and killing move, and when used, take the initiative to give up all defenses, only attack.

There are a total of twelve variations of the attack style, but there are only six types of white jade obtained by Wang Le, which are point, split, slash, strike, sweep, and collapse.

It seems that this is also a crippled supernatural technique.

However, he immediately realized that the Shushan Sword Sect had disappeared for so many years, and according to the only surviving documents, it had been more than eight hundred years, and the chance of a complete Shushan Sword Technique appearing in this world was too small.

However, he was already satisfied, with his current ability, that method of breaking the law for so long has only been cultivated without a god, this method of attacking is even more powerful, although it is only a broken fake version, but it will probably be more laborious and laborious to cultivate.

In this way, there are no years for cultivation.

Time passes.

Six months later, Wang Le came out of the stone chamber.

At this time, the aura on his body had changed a little from six months ago.

The whole person is a little haggard, and his spirit is slightly sluggish, but the breath of his whole body seems to be fickle, like a sword accumulating momentum, changing, waiting, and unsheathing, so that people can't bear to touch its edge, so they can only retreat.

Wang Le rubbed his somewhat swollen head, and he shook his head to shake away a trace of exhaustion.

Staying in the stone chamber for six months was far beyond Wang Le's expectations.

Originally, he thought that it would take more than a month to cultivate the method of attacking, but the difficulty was far beyond his imagination, and as a result, in order to cultivate, he spent six months at once.

Nowadays, this is just the basics of getting started, and I am afraid that if we don't have more time and effort, we won't be able to get any closer.

So Wang Le can only come out. After all, this is not a good place for retreat.

He took out two luminous stones from the storage bag for lighting, and then walked all the way, all the way without incident, about forty minutes, Wang Le walked out of here and reappeared outside.

The sun was shining overhead, and the hot wind was blowing in my face.

Wang Le narrowed his eyes.

He hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy.

After getting used to the light, Wang Le looked ahead, and in the direction of the future, he suddenly saw a flash of light there.

Wang Le looked at it and found that it was the light driven by the magic weapon.

"There's someone fighting over there. ”

He pondered for a moment, and a sword flew out, and he stepped on the flying sword and turned into a long rainbow and disappeared in place.

Ahead, near the place of the fighting law, and hundreds of meters away, Wang Le's figure quietly fell, no longer flying with a weapon, but walking cautiously on the mountain peak path.

Jumping over a few peaks and getting closer, he realized that there was a place to live in front of him.

It's just that it has long been in ruins, broken walls, and no grass grows.

After seeing the murals in the tower, Wang Le was already mentally prepared for the appearance of any ruins in this place, and if it was expected, this entire forbidden place or cemetery was probably the city that was sealed by the emperor.

Wang Le saw several corpses on the road, with fatal injuries all over their bodies, and the storage bags were removed.

These are the monks who came in together, and among them are monks who are dressed in the costumes of the disciples of the Lihuo Gate and the Kaishan Sect.

It's just weird that the blood on several of them was actually drained, their faces were pale, and their deaths were miserable.

Wang Le frowned, cautiously approached a little closer, the sound of fighting in front of him became clearer, and he hid behind a stone wall and looked ahead.

In the broken building, there were about a dozen people fighting, their bodies were vigorous, their steps were light, all kinds of magic weapons were waving, there were bright and brilliant lights flashing, and the scene was very chaotic.

Wang Le looked at it carefully for a while, and found that it could be roughly divided into three forces.

On one side is the Corpse Refining Sect, they are carrying a black coffin behind their backs, covered in black mist, and their aura is ghostly, their opponent is a disciple of the Qingxu Sect wearing Taoist uniforms, the latter moves with a royal weapon, and has a transcendent temperament.

It's just that one of them, although he is wearing a Taoist robe, is holding a blood-colored remnant sword, the long sword is bloodthirsty, he has an evil aura all over his body, and he rushed into the crowd of the corpse refining sect, killing four times.

"The man ......"

Wang Le is a little familiar, that is the contemporary senior brother Ling Shuwen of Qingxumen, when the mouth of the gods gathered, Wang Le had heard someone introduce him.

Just looking at the blood sword in Ling Shuwen's hand, Wang Le's eyes suddenly froze, on the eve of entering the mouth of the gods, someone with a blood sword mixed into the crowd to kill people.

Could it be that person is Ling Shuwen?

At this moment, Ling Shuwen was holding a robe in his left hand, and his right hand was holding the blood sword to defend and attack from time to time.

Ling Shuwen's opponents were the Corpse Refining Sect and several loose cultivators.

And the target of the Corpse Refining Sect and those few scattered cultivators was obviously the robe in Ling Shuwen's hand, which was probably a good magic weapon.

Although Ling Shuwen was besieged by several people, he did not fall behind at all, the blood sword in his hand became more and more blood-red after being splashed with the blood of several people, and there was a blood-colored sword shadow in the sky when he swung it, and with the swordsmanship supernatural power, another person fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Ling Shuwen jumped backwards, and the long sword stabbed in front of him as his body jumped, and a blood-colored sword pillar burst out, heading straight at a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect in front of him.

The face of the disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect changed greatly, and he was about to fall on the spot before he could parry.

But soon, a black shadow came to the ground, holding a black coffin and hitting the ground fiercely, and a black hurricane appeared out of thin air, shattering the blood-colored sword pillar.

That person was none other than the contemporary great disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect, Kang Wenyu.

At the same time, several black shadows beside him lifted the black coffin and landed on Ling Shuwen's side, pinching the trick in his hand, the black coffin cracked, and black iron ropes gushed out of it, rushing towards Ling Shuwen like lightning.

At this time, as soon as Ling Shuwen fell, the attack of the corpse refining faction was already approaching, Ling Shuwen did not hurry and directly opened the robe in his hand and put it on his body, the mana in his body urged, and the robe bloomed with a pure golden light, which was radiant, and the black iron rope retreated when it touched it.

The blood sword light in Ling Shuwen's hand also became sluggish when it encountered that golden light, and it was obvious that the golden light restrained this thing.

Ling Shuwen took off the robe on his body and held it in his hand, and with a turn of mana in his body, the blood sword in his hand once again burst out with a bloody red light, killing a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect on the side.

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