At first, I didn't feel anything, but with the operation of the exercises, the pain gradually came, Xu Beiyou first felt a slight numbness in the bones of the whole body, and then this numbness became itching, and finally from itching to heart-piercing pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at their bones, straight into the bone marrow, this feeling is simply difficult to describe in words. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This kind of suffering, Rao is Xu Beiyou is unbearable, the originally handsome face instantly became distorted, and even a little hideous and terrifying, the ten fingers of both hands clasped the ground tightly, but the ground here is comparable to King Kong, even if his hands are no different from the sword, it is difficult to leave the slightest trace, but let his nails shatter and turn up, dripping with blood.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that in Xu Beiyou's body, there are qi machines swimming along the bones of the whole body, and the original bones are first shattered inch by inch, and then they are reunited under the nourishment of the vitality.

This process begins again and again, over and over again, until the bone is a sword bone, and then it is forged and refined.

Xu Beiyou suddenly let go of his hands, raised his head and let out a wail that was not like a human voice.

At the same time, there was a series of bones shattering sound in his body, continuous, as if there was no end. Just listening to the sound will give people goosebumps, and the degree of infiltration is even worse than the torture of the Secret Guard.

Xu Beiyou tried his best to maintain the clarity of his spiritual platform, and the whole person roared hoarsely like an angry beast, trying to vent this pain that ordinary people couldn't bear at all.

The deceased master said that he was a first-class mind, Xu Beiyou didn't know what kind of first-class mind it was, but in his mind, it should almost be the top mind in the world, since the supreme sword body is the most test of the cultivator's mind, the ancestor who created the supreme sword body at the beginning could bear such suffering, and there was no reason why he couldn't bear it.

But the truth is the truth, the reality is the reality, when it is really replaced by himself from trying, the degree of pain is still greatly beyond Xu Beiyou's expectations, it is too difficult and too difficult to keep the Lingtai clear and running the qi machine in this kind of pain, but once the mind is lost and the qi in the body is rioting, it is definitely the end of death and no life.

Why is there a great terror between life and death? Because there is too much nostalgia and reluctance between the yang world, Xu Beiyou doesn't want to die here, he doesn't want to leave this world at this age, he still wants to see this world, he still wants to be a human being, he still wants to marry Xiao Zhinan, he also wants to fulfill his master's last wish and revive the Sword Sect.

Buddhists say that the most bitter thing in life is not being able to ask and let go.

For Xu Beiyou, he has too many requests and can't let go.

If you can't ask for it, you have to work hard to fight, and if you can't put it down, you have to pick it up!

No pain, no gain.

This is a truth that he understood at a very young age.

So he doesn't regret his decision today!

Xu Beiyou raised his right hand, his five fingers were like hooks, avoiding the vital point of his heart, and without hesitation, he stabbed into his chest fiercely, and blood immediately shot out.

A different pain came from his chest, distracting him slightly.

Pain relief.

Xu Beiyou stood up from the futon, his cloak was scattered, his hands avoided the vital parts and constantly stabbed his body, blood flowed all over his body, and he had become a bloody man with blurred flesh and blood in a short time.

The blood that had accumulated on the ground meandered like a small river.

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

In the mourning hall of the back house of the East Lake Annex, Zhang Xueyao, who had come back for some time, stood in front of Gongsun Zhongmou's spiritual seat and put on a stick of incense.

The mourning hall is dim, and white flags are still hung to this day.

Under the illumination of the ever-bright lamp, the four characters of Gongsun Zhongmou on the tablet appear a little mottled.

Zhang Xueyao stared at her husband's name, these four words were written by him in regular script long ago before his death, just like him, square to the point of not understanding people, which made people helpless.

At that time, he also said with a smile that if he encountered an accident outside one day, he would use this tablet.

I didn't think about it, but it became a prophecy.

It's just that this apprentice of his, unlike his regular script, follows the rules, is more like a pair of books, imaginative, but not to become a wild grass like Murong Xuanyin, despising all the rules in the world.

Could it be that it is really better than the blue?

Zhang Xueyao picked up a pot of wine, poured it all in front of the tablet, and said softly: "You are gone, the most bitter thing is not me, but that child, in order to take over this burden that has been twenty years earlier, he really put his life on the line, if he can't survive this hurdle, what should you say when the master and apprentice meet in the sky?"

There was a click, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and raindrops the size of beans began to fall.

Immediately after that, a series of rumbling summer thunderbolts exploded, and the thunder snakes danced wildly, as if to tear the gray sky apart.

It was rainy in the middle of summer.

Besides, it's still the middle of summer in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's really like a child's face, and it changes when it is said.

The downpour fell in a matter of moments.

With such heavy rain, let alone traveling, even the road can't be seen for half a minute, and only a white expanse is left between heaven and earth.

I don't know how long later, an old man wearing a hat and cloak came in the rain, and Zhou was soaked from top to bottom, standing in the heavy rain outside the mourning hall, silent.

Zhang Xueyao seemed to have expected the arrival of the old man for a long time, and there was no surprise, but she just turned around and asked coldly: "Senior Brother Shangguan, you have been in retreat and cultivation for more than ten years, and now your cultivation is no longer under the concubine, in your opinion, how sure can that kid from Beiyou survive?"

The old man's face was calm, and he said softly: "Not long ago, the old man advised him to take a long-term view, and not to stick to the gains and losses in front of him, after all, the young man's road is still long, so why bother to force himself to a dead end early? It's just that he doesn't want to listen to the old man's admonition, and the old man can't do anything." As for how sure he is of surviving, in the old man's opinion, it is just nine deaths and one life, but it is slightly better than ten deaths and no life. ”

Zhang Xueyao turned her head to look at Xu Beiyou's retreat, was silent for a long time, slowly stretched out her hand, spread her five fingers, and a white light slowly appeared in her hand.

After a while, the white light dissipated, and it turned out to be a long sword, with the sword head, hilt, sword, sword, body, spine, and tip of the sword all white.

This sword is called Baihong, that is, Zhang Xueyao's sword, and it is also one of the twelve swords of the Sword Sect, and Gongsun Zhongmou's sword Xuanming is a pair, and it is known as the black and white double sword in the early years.

She took a step forward, her sword intent awe-inspiring, and she soared into the sky.

Different from the rigidity of the Forty-Nine Platinum Sword Qi, the Wusheng Sword Qi exudes a feminine softness, and quietly, countless raindrops have turned into a faint mist, and the entire East Lake Courtyard actually shows a strange scene of not touching a drop of rain under the shroud of the sword qi.

Shangguan Qinghong still stood still, shook his head and said: "Since it is the child's own decision, why should we, who are elders, point fingers? ”

Zhang Xueyao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Senior Brother Shangguan, do you think Beiyou can really seize that glimmer of life?"

Shangguan Qinghong, who is now the eldest person in the Sword Sect, said in a deep voice: "Can you catch it, the old man said it doesn't count, Senior Sister Zhang, you also said it doesn't count, only God and the kid say it." ”

Zhang Xueyao's expression changed several times, and finally put away the Baihong Sword in his hand, and sighed: "Beiyou is Zhongmou's only disciple, and I also regard him as my own, if I really want to die here, I really don't know how to explain to Zhongmou under Jiuquan." ”

Shangguan Qinghong looked up at the thunderous canopy above his head, and said with emotion: "That child is the person personally selected by the sect master, naturally he has a fortune closely related to my Sword Sect, the way of heaven is impermanent, if the sky is endless with my Sword Sect, that child can naturally turn danger into a disaster, but if the sky is going to kill my Sword Sect......"

Before the old man finished speaking, Zhang Xueyao's face was already solemn, and he said softly: "The supreme sword body is extremely domineering, forging the human body into a sword embryo, that kind of pain, even if it is placed on a monk in the realm of earth immortals, it is dead and alive, that child can persist until now without collapsing, and he is worthy of Zhongmou's evaluation of his heart." In all fairness, if he was born in the Daomen, he would not have to take this dangerous path, and he might not be able to make it to the Heavenly Machine List in a few decades. ”

Shangguan Qinghong sighed lightly.

Could it be that this young man who also made him feel very unusual wanted to become a Sword Sect and defeat a Sword Sect?