Chapter Forty-Three: The Sword of the End, The Sword of the Beginning

The end of the world theory is unexpected.

The Netherworld is laid out in such a way that it points to the dark side of the human heart, and no one can sleep peacefully.

The sects hurriedly formed a team, and the division commander did not hesitate to use the great divine power to pick up the clouds as a boat, and took the disciples straight to his own mountain gate to return to the sect to discuss countermeasures.

I don't know how many people have been affected by the Netherworld, and I don't know what kind of turmoil will happen next. At this time, the human world can only rely on the existing clues and other clues and other indefinite temple abbots to calculate the subsequent cause and effect.

The sword mound took out several inheritances and distributed them with the various sects, one of which was that there was no winner in the end of the world, and the other was that at this eventful time, one more inheritance corroborated each other, and it was possible to grow a human monk who could rival the netherworld.

Changning once again saw Ye Lan, who had temporarily come out of the retreat. His breath became more and more obscure, his face was tired, but his eyes were brighter.

When the factions took the inheritance, the sword mound still invited the absurdity, which shows the importance and caution of this Netherworld Rebellion. It's a pity that that sword intent is too vast, and the moment it emerges from Ye Lan's sea of qi, the disciples of all factions are staggered by the torrent of sword intent, and they can't even take a hundred steps closer. Although they were unwilling, the various sects had no choice but to give up and take other inheritances from the Sword Pavilion and take them away.

Before leaving, the lord of Nanzhou arched his hand in the direction of the sword mound: "Xi Sect Master is generous, Nanzhou will be rewarded in the future." ”

The other sects also made this commitment. What they have gained this time has far exceeded their expectations, and they have even regained some of the lost inheritance of their ancestors. In the environment of the Netherworld, sectarian estrangement is no longer important, and this time the confession can no longer continue the feud, and it will naturally push the boat with the flow.

After sending the various sects away, the sword mound finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it was the previous saber-rattling or the feast of laughter, the various sword intents that started from the peaks and fell in the clouds, or the oppressive and imminent crisis that squirmed in the darkest places at the last moment, they were all put aside for the time being.

Most of the caves between the peaks were occupied, and they were all used for retreat with the disciples who had gained from the world. Even Lu Ming felt the opportunity to break through three steps to four steps, and came to Changning to ask for a good meal, and then hid into Ju'an Peak. The entire sword mound was much quieter all of a sudden, and even the small courtyard with Changning was deserted, and there was no longer the wonderful scene of singing every day before the world was discussed.

Changning is happy to do so. He is an indisputable character, and the excitement is so cold, and what should be done will not be left behind. There are many things happening in the world, but the most important ones are temporarily unable to participate in them. Recalling the sea-like chill that finally immersed him, Changning couldn't help but feel slightly afraid.

Although he still doesn't know what to do, there is no doubt that if the eyes of the marshal have even a little more malice, I am afraid that although there are many teachers and commanders present, no one can save his life.

His cultivation seems to have entered the realm very quickly, but in the next disaster, I am afraid that he will leave the sect and not even protect himself. At this time, although he is not so ambitious as to take the safety of the world as his own responsibility, if he really wants to hide in the sect and only be a turtle with a shrunken head, it is absolutely impossible.

Sword cultivation is the most important thing about the sword heart, not to mention the indomitable inheritance of the sword mound. If there is an evil cult who commits a crime in the human world, it is my duty to use the sword to punish demons, how can there be any reason to dodge it?

Practice...... Changning's heart became more and more firm in this belief. People in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, if they don't want to be torn to pieces in the stormy waves, they can only become stronger.

The daily morning class was still the same, and it was not interrupted by the retreat of many disciples. After the morning class, Changning wandered among the thousand peaks of the sword mound. Occasionally, you can see the prohibition circled by the great array of the sect on the peaks and mountains, and there are disciples who practice in retreat during it. This prohibition isolates the inside and outside, one prevents outsiders from accidentally breaking into the disciples' enlightenment within the prohibition, and if the disciples of the two have gains, they can also do their best, without fear of the sword intent getting out of control and hurting the innocent, under the shroud of the three large arrays, if the disciples in the sword mound want to contact each other, as long as their minds sink into the big array, they can use the power of the big array to sense each other to prevent missing important things, and the four prohibitions naturally pull the surrounding leyline Dao power to be refined, and the Dao power required to break through the realm is massive, and these Dao forces drawn by the large array are supplemented, which is a great help.

At this time, between the thousand peaks, the Dao power is strong, and in some places it even condenses into a scene like mist, and it looks ethereal like a fairyland from a distance. The sword book engraved on the cliff wall of the thousand peaks was impregnated by this rich Dao power, and it regained the agility of the past when it was first written, and there were even a few sword books left by the predecessors who had cultivated extremely well to attract the Dao power, and condensed into a vague humanoid martial arts out of thin air, spreading out bursts of fierce sword intent.

Following the sword intent, Chang Jing quietly observed these sword books. At this time, compared with before the theory of the world, what he felt was different.

Although his cultivation has not made great progress, but after all, his horizons have not been opened before, even if there are senior brothers and sisters who demonstrate martial arts for him, Changning often sees it in the clouds and fog, and he can't see its shape but can't understand its meaning, let alone understand why these sword intents are walking like this.

At this time, he has experienced a life and death, and he has seen four or five or even six steps of sword cultivation with his own eyes, and he has forcibly deduced one or two of them with the tenacity of his soul.

Which style was used by which brother or sister, what kind of situation was originally used to deal with it, what kind of foreshadowing was used, and how to continue the sword momentum after it was used;

Which style looks familiar, what kind of changes it has undergone in the past, whether the change is improvisation or intentional, and how to walk and how to face the enemy after the change;

Which formula happens to be used somewhere in one's own deduction, and it seems that the situation can be reversed by successive succession.

Changning was immersed in this enlightenment and couldn't extricate himself, and involuntarily drew his sword and gestured. At the beginning, his sword path was still rough, his sword intent was still clumsy, and half of his sword line was often interrupted by different deductions, and his sword momentum was mutilated and broken. As he practiced martial arts again and again, the sword intent of the sword path gradually matured and stabilized.

The Dao power between the peaks and mountains was disturbed along with the Changning Sword Road, and it seemed to be completely disorganized, but in fact, it was running along a certain mysterious and mysterious trajectory. These operating Dao forces were wrapped around Changning's sword, and they also went in and out of his knots with Changning's movements. Every time he went in and out, he brought out some impurities in Changning's body, making his muscles, bones, skin, flesh and even marrow and blood more condensed.

"Interesting. A deep voice muttered among the peaks, "Hehe, let this seat help you with this doll." ”

Changning didn't realize it, and practiced the sword path by himself.

Dao Li suddenly changed the course of operation. Changning only felt as if a sword had appeared between heaven and earth, a sword that was formless and substantial, but real. The sword traveled erratically, wrapping around his sword in a certain way, either when he was born or old, forming an endless force to retaliate.

He had to adjust his sword path to respond.

However, this sword is unrivaled at the beginning, but it turns into a wisp of breeze when it is soft. If you separate the gods and deliberately perceive them, there is no such sword between heaven and earth.

Changning only thought that his own martial arts had attracted the sword intent of his predecessors who had been dormant in the peaks, and it happened that his sword lacked an opponent, and this nameless sword intent was the best to sharpen himself.

His mind was all thrown into the sword intent, Changning didn't distract himself anymore, he only understood the sword intent with one mind, and then stabbed out one sword after another, and the nameless sword intent gradually changed from the initial temptation to a serious battle, and in the end, each sword was extremely heavy but very smart. In the face of the nameless sword intent, Changning seemed to have the illusion that he was standing in the middle of the river, and the long sword in his hand was comparable to the rushing water.

Can a person cut a river? Maybe those cultivators who have cultivated extremely high can cut off rivers and smash mountains with a wave of their hands, but the current Changning does not have such power at all.

The nameless sword intent was endless, breaking one after another. Changning could feel that this sword intent faintly outlined a complete set of methods of attack and killing, if it was really between life and death, I am afraid that he had died many times. That is to say, maybe his strength is not strong or he is getting older, the source of this sword intent has not been able to show its full power, and Changning can be able to hold on to the edge of life and death.