Why do you say that the swordsman, dressed plainly and coarsely clothed, with straw sandals on his feet, wears a peasant's hat on the top of his head, with holes in the top, and his hair peeking out from within, and is not fluttering and scattered, but is tied into a single ponytail from the roots, and rises high and walks like a ghost?

And look at a stone blown by the wind, drawing an arc in the air, and the clear-eyed person is about to bump into the middle-aged man when he sees it, and when he wants to warn, it is like an empty thing, passing through the body of the middle-aged man, and the ghostly words come from this.

Looking at the face again, the left side of the face is clean, but it does not need to be said in vain, because there are no scars and marks, and it is full of perseverance. And on the right side of his face, there is a cross scar, not deep or shallow, neither long nor short, as if it is just a mark, not injured by people, to outsiders, how to get this scar, he does not answer, laughs at it.

When asked about his son, he only vaguely said that this was glory, Daqian was once brilliant, and it has been a thousand years, and the middle-aged people have vague memories, only some trivial things left, and they don't remember where the scar came from, they only remember that it is glory, but they are afraid that outsiders will spit on their mouths, so they laugh at it.

The sword on his waist was a three-foot long sword, two inches wide, and it didn't look like a treasure in heaven and earth, so I didn't say more.

The middle-aged man held a sword in his right hand, his face was a little playful, he walked silently, and slowly approached Zijun and the others.

He is the carefree father Wuji, known as the Sword Emperor, and his full name is the Wuji Sword Emperor.

The boy and the others didn't notice that they were cultivating aura.

"Rub-"

Hearing the sound of a sword unsheathed, at this moment, the young man's heart moved, and he immediately got up and blocked in front of Xiangzi.

The two girls also lifted their cultivation, and when they looked up, they saw that the Wuji Sword Emperor had already drawn his sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the ground, without harming anyone.

Xiangzi and Yang Ci were a little puzzled, why did Uncle Wuji suddenly make a move?

Yang Ci didn't care about the others, and immediately shouted: "Uncle Wuji, he's not a bad person, haven't you seen it yet, I'll introduce you to ......"

"No!" The Wuji Sword Emperor didn't intend to attack the young man, his eyes met with it, and he paused for two seconds, seeing that there was no sense of crisis in the young man's eyes, and there was no fear.

He laughed: "I'm sorry, I just tested your reaction just now, but I didn't expect it to be so fast, I heard the master say that you want to learn the sword?"

The young man didn't expect the middle-aged man in front of him to be so easy to get along with, and everyone else was either solemn or indifferent, but he was not as familiar as him.

Immediately relaxed, his outstretched arms were retracted, and he nodded.

Wuji Sword Emperor said again: "Then this is easy to do, are you ready?"

Looking at his serious appearance, Zijun said: "I have already prepared, but there are many things after dawn today, and Mr. is physically and mentally exhausted, so he has not dared to disturb, please teach me!"

Wuji put away his sword and said with a smile: "In that case, do you want to say goodbye to them? It may take more than a day!"

The young man smiled back, and the girl's heart fluttered when she saw it, and then he turned his head and nodded solemnly to the middle-aged man.

The Wuji Sword Emperor then pulled out of thin air, and a bamboo sword slowly appeared, wantonly throwing it into the young man's hand, and then lifted his shoulder, and the figures of the two disappeared in this world.

After leaving, Xiangzi muttered, "Is he gone, let's not lag behind, or we will have to wait for him to protect us, Yang Ci, we will go too!"

The girl nodded, but she didn't look at Xiangzi, and kept asking herself in her heart, why did Zijun's first reaction be to block in front of Xiangzi instead of herself?

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At this moment, the boy felt that the surrounding scene changed for a while, but in two seconds, the surrounding scene became different, this huge contrast, sometimes made him feel that the world was just like this, once here, and then there.

Some illusory, plus amnesia, if it weren't for the deep feeling, the teenager would wonder if it was a memory cutscene, in the replay.

Thoughts pull back to reality.

Seeing the surrounding scene, the pine and cypress, the hundred-zhang high tree sealed the forest, covered the eyes, did not see the sky and the distance, only vaguely visible thin lines of light flickering and swaying, that is the tree moving with the wind, covering the sun and the sky, occasionally transmitting light.

There are grass and flowers on the ground, there are flying butterflies mooring, poisonous snakes scurrying, and at first glance it looks a little crazy.

The Wuji Sword Emperor closed his eyes, pulled out the sword, and muttered: "I have practiced the sword for three million, I have beheaded the immortals, destroyed the evil spirits, twisted the Artemisia annua and cut the galaxy, when I first practiced, it was meant to sweep away the floating disciples in the world, but I achieved the Sword Emperor on the road of Wuji, my sword, with the strength of the Shen is respected, the speed is unparalleled, a sword can cut through the ages, that sword, I don't know how long it has not been used, only because there is no opponent!"

I am the extreme, the top of the sword, the extreme of the sword, the memory is vague, I don't know whether these are true or false, what is the situation of the rising generations? I don't know, you are not only learning from me, but you are also half an apprentice! But the master said that no one is allowed to accept you as an apprentice, nor is you allowed to be your master, I naturally respect it, now I have suppressed my strength to the minimum, and there is also a Taiyi Xuan Immortal Realm, and I don't dare to fight with you to practice, so I will demonstrate it, and you will follow along while practicing the essentials!"

Zijun nodded, although he was confused in front of him, but he also understood three points, and the back was what he wanted to say, and this middle-aged man also marked in his heart some old things, commonly known as pretending to be forced, and then what he wanted to say.

Seeing the middle-aged man holding the sword in his hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and the young man followed suit, and then he took a step forward, bent his knees, and the sword came out of his hand and slashed forward.

"Boom—"

It was really powerful, at the moment when his sword was split, a white sword qi burst out in an instant, tearing the air, flying towards the forest in front of him, crashing into it, destroying the thick branches of the tree, the momentum was huge, the wind was fierce, this light sword, the heavens seemed to resonate, and the dark clouds gathered.

After destroying more than 100 trees, I stopped, and saw this cylindrical destruction of the fault zone like the dust after the war, just like the heavens threw a pillar into the world and knocked down the trees, there was nothing to live in here, and there was not a single dead corpse, maybe there was no life in this place!

The boy watched in amazement, and only after the dust had settled did he feel terrifying.

As if sensing what the young man was thinking, the Infinite Sword Emperor chuckled and said, "Don't worry, in the world created by me here, there are no living beings, and even if there are living beings, they can all be resurrected in a single thought!"

The young man nodded, and slashed a sword according to the appearance just now, the Wuji Sword Emperor nodded with satisfaction, the young man's sword was mediocre, but the action was exactly the same as him, only because he did not operate the aura, it was not powerful, and continued: "With the sword, there are seven attack methods: splitting, swinging, stabbing, picking, sliding, sealing, and slashing, the sword just now is a split, you remember!"

The young man nodded again and asked suspiciously, "Why is mine not as powerful as yours?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "Yes, the sword just now, although the power of the realm accounts for three points, but it is more sword qi, learning the sword, first of all, you have to practice every attack method, and then comprehend the sword intent, and then there is the sword qi, and there is also the sword soul, the sword spirit, etc., you first learn each attack method and then take your time, this kind of thing is not in a hurry! Everyone understands differently, and what others tell is not good, and if you can't comprehend yourself, you really can't do it!"

Looking at the solemn face of the middle-aged man, Zijun showed an expression that I understood, and then said, "How many times does it take to learn each attack method?"

The middle-aged man muttered, "Life!" Seeing the young man's puzzled expression, he shook his head again and said: "These are too far, between some time, you can practice one action ten thousand times! You first improve your strength to the strongest moment now, I will arrange some opponents for you appropriately!"

The middle-aged man said that, he taught the next six attack methods one by one, and the surrounding area was already millions of acres of devastation, and it was dilapidated everywhere, as if after the war.

After the boy had learned, he flew into the sky, and with a move of his hand, a skeleton man floated on the ground, and at first the dust on his body was agitated, and after a while, a large number of skeletons with swords rushed to him, shouting and shouting to kill.

Look at the momentum, the ground trembles, those skeletons, the realm is all a realm of turning into a void, hundreds of skeletons are surging from all directions of the young man, all of them have empty eyes, flashing purple light, and in their teeth, the cold air is fully revealed.

When they swooped in, they were all holding knives and swords in both hands, as if they were afraid that the trees were blocking the way, and a sword cut away, hundreds of big trees that had fallen were cut off by the waist and flew to the side, at this time it was like an empty door, they cut these, just like chopping melons and vegetables, the rumbling sound was endless, the dust was everywhere, and the wolf smoke was everywhere in an instant.

A voice came from the sky: "Let's fight first, use one of the seven styles of the sword splitting style, each style has a hundred waves, a wave of a hundred people, that is, ten thousand swords, remember, one blow kills, although it is not like dealing with the strong, the opponent gives you room to negotiate, but when it comes to attacking, who will bargain with you?

Zijun's eyes froze, and his blood began to boil, compared to before, he was no longer the person who had not cultivated, and after digesting the aura of a dragon and the spirit fruit, although it was still a qi cultivation realm, his strength was not so simple.

This young man who ignored the threshold of the realm, saw the opportunity, and in a moment, the aura entered the body, and the realm was growing, splitting the sword and entering the bones.

"Click!"

There was a clicking sound, turning into a skeleton in the virtual realm, I don't know what realm it was before I was alive, and the young man only knew that the bamboo sword in his hand was constantly chopping and was stuck in the joint.

Seeing more and more skeletons attacking around him, he had no emotion at all, and remembered the words of the middle-aged man: "The sword is life, since you can use your aura, the sword is your sibling." ”

The aura was attached to the sword, and this time, the skeleton in front of him became like a mustard, and it was cut off casually.

"Bang Bang!"

In an instant, the young man's figure shuttled among hundreds of skeletons, and every time his body swept by, he took one person away and split them in half, because the middle-aged man's request to him was that the first hundred waves had to be split, and one blow killed him, that is, 10,000 times of training, which can be described as difficult as climbing to the sky!

In an instant, there was some order in the chaos, and when the sound reached the ears of the middle-aged man, it had become a sound of fighting and roaring!

The Wuji Sword Emperor's eyes widened, full of admiration and shock, and he muttered to himself: "Heavenly Talent, no wonder what the master said before, now I finally understand, with the thirty-eight and thirty-seven levels of Qi training, the young man is already an invincible existence within the four great realms, I don't know how many levels of Qi cultivation he will cultivate, and finally he can fight with Qi training! I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it, what kind of person is he, why is the master so old at first sight?...... No, it's more like ...... Esteemed. ”

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End of chapter.