His eyes opened and closed, and his whole body shook, and a lot of gray dirt suddenly fell off and dissipated into the air.

Yi Zixuan clenched his hands into fists, only to feel that his strength had increased by a thousand catties, and he was indescribably comfortable.

"Open up the meridians, but also quench the body, take off the mortal body of the body, and wait until the meridians are all opened and the body is pure, it is really on the road of cultivating immortals. ”

Yi Zixuan pondered for a moment and muttered, "Since that qi can help me open the gate of the festival, it is even the same as the Yuan Force, it can refine the physical body and grow continuously, although the source is unknown, but it seems that it has to be regarded as the Yuan Force first." ”

The silver qi is constantly circulating between the first section and the meridians of the Taiyin Lung Meridian in the hand, sometimes spreading in the flesh, every time he refines, Yi Zixuan can clearly feel the growth of the body, it seems to be changing from the mortal body of the flesh to the body of gold and iron, this feeling is mysterious and mysterious, he can't figure it out, so he has to continue to breathe out the aura patiently.

opened a knot gate, and the induction of the sea of aura between heaven and earth was strengthened a few points, and between breaths, there was a lot more aura, but after entering the meridians, all the aura was taken by the qi as his own.

After another half a day, Yi Zixuan tried to open the second section gate, but although the aura was a little stronger, it finally failed and never opened, but only made the section gate shake a few times.

After that, he died down, went down the meridians, and disappeared.

Despite this, Yi Zixuan still gained a lot, so it seems that it only takes about ten days to open the second section gate, and it is just around the corner to open the entire hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

As long as he can comprehend the second level of sword rhyme in the near future, maybe he will be able to open up the entire Taiyin Lung Sutra before the next ten-year martial arts competition comes, and he will have the power of Daoji Dacheng, and he will be able to contribute at that time.

After the strange aura disappeared, Yi Zixuan's face did not have any regret, it was originally unexpected, even if it was hidden now, he did not lose anything.

He continued to exhale the spiritual power of heaven and earth, until an hour later, the meridians were faintly swollen and painful, and the spiritual energy that could be exhaled gradually decreased, until there was none, and Yi Zixuan stopped cultivating.

Opening his eyes, Yi Zixuan knew that the aura he could breathe out today had reached the limit, and if he continued to cultivate, not only would he not be able to increase his Yuan Force, but he would damage his physical body.

The gains outweigh the losses.

Next, what he had to consider was to practice the sharp edge of the sword weapon into the body and derive the initial sword qi.

Thinking of this, even though Yi Zixuan's heart was far beyond ordinary people, he couldn't help but gasp, refining the edge of the sword into his body, I am afraid it was not as simple as the few words on the Cangyue Xinghai Recipe.

The first thing he has to consider is that he needs to endure unbearable pain for ordinary people, just thinking about it, he knows that it will definitely not be a good memory.

Moreover, according to what the Cangyue Xinghai Jue said, once the sharp edge enters the body, it cannot be stopped, otherwise the sharp edge is like a sword, cutting through the meridians, it can almost completely destroy it, and the cultivation will be wasted.

What's more, once the sword qi is derived, the back road will be cut off, and then you can practice other techniques such as knife techniques, marksmanship techniques, and stick techniques, at most, you can only derive momentum, and you can no longer comprehend the artistic conception.

Unless it is to abolish the cultivation on one's own and re-cultivate.

This does require serious consideration and consideration of the pros and cons.

After all, before the sword qi is truly derived, you can still regret it, otherwise you can only abolish the cultivation, why is it not easy to cultivate this body now, after the abolition of the cultivation, the foundation will definitely be damaged, and it will inevitably have an impact on the cultivation again.

So most of the time, there is no turning back when the bow is opened!

Yi Zixuan closed his eyes, he was carefully torturing his heart, asking himself what he had done with the sword, not asking about the way of the sword, not asking about the sword technique, just the simple sword.

He affirmed that he liked the sword, liked the distant and loud sound of the sword being drawn and unsheathed, liked the understatement of cutting through the air when practicing the sword alone, and liked the calmness and generosity he felt when the sword was returned into the sheath.

The sword, like his friends, loved ones, brought him many joys that no one else could give, and when he saw the sword for the first time, he was fascinated by it and attracted by its charm.

Although Yi Zixuan still had a dark illness in his body at that time, he practiced boxing, but what he was thinking about was a sword.

The sword has the virtue of a gentleman.

The sword is upright and upright, and the sword is flexible but unyielding, which is to advance and retreat in a certain way.

If the sword has nothing to do, it is sharp and restrained, which is for humility, and when the sword has something to do, it is out of the sheath to stop evil, which is chivalrous.

The sword is close to the Lord, and it is for the sake of loyalty and bravery.

The swordsman has no domineering spirit of spears and spears, no desperate determination of bows and arrows, no tragic and strong axes that tend to be sharp and broken, and no heaviness of hammers that never look back.

The sword is the holy product of the ancients, and the king of a hundred soldiers.

Yi Zixuan naturally didn't dare to think that he was a gentleman, nor did he think that he could become a gentleman if he practiced a sword, but he hoped to become a gentleman, or he had been walking in the direction of a gentleman, like a sword, indomitable.

What's more, his biological father used a sword, and the Cangyue Xinghai Recipe left to him was also a sword mystic, and his favorite weapon was also a sword, which was the fate between him and the sword.

What Yi Zixuan hopes for is that one day, he will return to his former homeland with a sword and find his father and mother, their child has lived up to their ardent expectations, and he has grown up, an upright person like a gentleman.

Thinking of this, Yi Zixuan couldn't help but cry, whenever he thought of his father, his heart would gush with irrepressible thoughts and sadness, those two eyes contained the most sincere and selfless emotions in the world.

Putting everything aside, Yi Zixuan had already vowed that even if he spent his whole life, he would find out his life experience and find his father.

He didn't know how powerful those enemies were, how terrifying the forces behind them were, what he could do was to keep getting stronger, breaking through the limits, and finally becoming the strongest.

It has grown to the point where it is not afraid of anyone in the world, any force.

Half a pillar of incense has passed, a stick of incense has passed, and half of the second pillar of incense has passed.

Yi Zixuan opened his eyes and wiped away his tears, his face full of determination.

Then, Yi Zixuan calmed down and silently operated the Cangyue Xinghai Technique, and the previously turbulent mood slowly calmed down.

He sat cross-legged, the steel sword unsheathed, across his lap, he stared at the sword body, a snow-white sword body was cold, but he felt a little flesh and blood closeness.

Adjusting his mood and gradually reaching the realm of the ancient well without waves, Yi Zixuan visualized the image of the sea of stars in his mind, and his mind slowly sank into the artistic conception of it.

Airplanes!

After a few breaths, the originally silent steel sword began to give birth to a faint sword sound, and the blade became brighter and brighter, and even the sound of the air being cut could be faintly heard.

Yi Zixuan looked inward, the Yuan Force of inch thickness was pure white and flawless, like a white mist, rising and falling in the meridians, running the Moon and the Sea of Stars, Yi Zixuan attracted the Yuan Force to the tip of the sword.

Instantly, he took a long breath, and his fingertips landed on the blade of the steel sword, swiping it lightly.

Laugh at!

There was no imaginary flesh and skin, blood flowed like an infusion, and the fingertips rubbed against the blade, and a little spark was born in an instant. Then, an indescribable sharp aura was derived from the blade of the steel sword, showing a silvery-white brilliance.

The edge is revealed!

Yi Zixuan was happy in his heart, this is the first step, hook the long sword he carries with him, and attract the edge, according to the Cangyue Xinghai Jue, this is a very important step, if you can't attract the edge, you need to find a new sword.

Refining the edge, there is no distinction between good swords and bad swords, only willingness or not, regardless of spirituality.

After the edge is revealed, it is the edge into the body.

At this time, Yi Zixuan's expression was calm, and the Cangyue Xinghai Jue was moving at an unprecedented speed, and at the same time, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand rose together, pointing at the blade of the stainless steel sword.

Airplanes!

The stainless steel sword trembled slightly, giving birth to a faint sword groan, and then, the silver-white sharp qi followed Yi Zixuan's sword fingers and entered the meridians, wanting to enter the hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

Hiss!

He gasped uncontrollably at all, and really attracted the edge into his body, the pain of being like being touched by a thousand swords, cutting flesh and cutting bones, is difficult to describe in words, almost instantly, Yi Zixuan's whole person was soaked with sweat, he gritted his teeth, and visualized the image of the sea of stars in his mind.

It's a torture worthy of purgatory!

In this way, he insisted on the time of half a pillar of incense, Yi Zixuan had been urging the Cangyue Xinghai Jue with all his might, and the sharp qi that was introduced broke through the Taiyin Lung Meridian like a sharp sword, and fused with Yuan Li.

Recite!

A long sword groan sounded from Yi Zixuan's body, and even the incomparably thick stone house was shocked.