In the blink of an eye, the two swords, one large and one small, have been attacked thousands of times, although Yan Fei is on the offensive, but he did not take advantage of the situation to suppress the white-clothed sword cultivation, but was forced to defend again and again by the light and small short sword, if it weren't for his sword qi being sharper, I am afraid that he would have fallen into disadvantage at this time.

The sword cultivators in the small building looked at each other, and then exclaimed in unison: "Sword fighting style!"

Zhou Yue was at a loss on the side, he had never heard of the name of the sword fighting style, so he decisively stopped a person nearby, bowed and asked in a low voice: "This fellow Daoist, dare to ask what the sword fighting style is?"

That sword cultivator was stopped by Zhou Yue and immediately became dissatisfied, and after hearing Zhou Yue's question at this time, he suddenly looked at Zhou Yue in shock, and blurted out with an exclamation: "You actually don't know the sword fighting style?

The sword cultivators in the small building were originally carefully observing the white-clothed sword cultivator's sword technique, but when they heard the man's exclamation, they suddenly came back to their senses, and looked at Zhou Yue in unison, as if they were looking at some kind of rare bird and beast.

"Ahem...... I'm an ancient monk......" Zhou Yue coughed lightly and explained embarrassedly: "This...... I really don't know the methods of the sword monks. ”

"Oh......"

"I see. ”

"No wonder, no wonder ......"

The sword cultivators present remembered Zhou Yue's identity, nodded one after another, sighed, and didn't say why, which made Zhou Yue feel depressed for a while, and said in his heart that this group of sword cultivators was really not like ordinary monks, and none of them took the initiative to explain.

"Little friend, do you know the legend of this sword wound valley?"

At this moment, the mysterious old man suddenly opened his mouth to break the strange atmosphere in the small building, and then said: "According to legend, this sword wound valley is the 'King of Ge' Lou Ge slashed out with sword qi, and there is an immortal sword soul in the valley, hiding a set of supreme sword techniques. ”

Zhou Yue's heart moved, the mysterious old man would not mention this legend of the sword wound valley that has been passed down from generation to generation for no reason, and his meaning clearly refers to the sword fighting style is the supreme sword technique!

"Senior, that sword fighting style is the peerless sword technique left by the original King Ge?" Zhou Yue bowed respectfully, there were still doubts in his heart, you must know that the sword technique is just a small way, any sword monk with a sword heart, as long as he makes a move, it is the most clever sword technique, he really can't figure out how a sword technique can make the monks rush to it.

"It's one of them. The old man nodded, lightly pointed at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was constantly blocking counterattacks in the mirror, and said: "Since the formation of the Sword Wound Valley, there have been many sword monks who have obtained this set of sword techniques, but there are monks who can obtain complete sword techniques...... I'm afraid there are only four people. ”

"Those four people are all the elite of our human race, each of them is a hundred enemies, and their names are no longer available, but their legends have been handed down. An inexplicable brilliance flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "They have a common name, 'King Ge's Descendant'!"

Zhou Yue's heart moved, the Six Emperors and Twenty-Eight Kings were not such a distant existence for him, and they could arouse the memory of his exquisite heart to launch independently, even if it was not left by the Six Emperors and Twenty-Eight Kings, it would definitely not be too far behind, as far as he was concerned, that big leader 'Don't' could disturb the situation in the Dongliu Department to such a point, and he should be one of the Six Emperors and Twenty-eight Kings anyway.

"So...... This Sword Wound Valley is the inheritance place of King Ge?" Zhou Yue's expression suddenly became very exciting, and he suddenly figured out that if the mystery of this Sword Wound Valley and the brilliance of the Sword Cultivation Holy Land were erased, wouldn't this be the inheritance place of a great cultivator!

"Exactly. The old man smiled slightly, then turned his gaze to the mirror, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that after 10,000 years, there are only four inheritors." ”

Ten thousand years have passed, and there are only four inheritors!

As soon as these words came out, the sword cultivators in the small building lowered their heads one after another, and a sense of desolation and pathos suddenly permeated the small building, they couldn't help but look at the white-clothed sword cultivator in the mirror, and there was an indescribable bitterness in their hearts, the white-clothed sword cultivator still mastered one style, and how many styles did he master?

The more Yan Fei attacked, the more he fell into the sword momentum of the white-clothed sword cultivator, the short sword was constantly intertwined in the air, as if it had turned into a muddy swamp, Yan Fei's attack became slower and slower, and it seemed that the seven-point attack and three-point defense from the beginning were reversed by the white-clothed sword cultivator, and at this time it had become a nine-point defense and one-point attack.

"Slow!" Yan Fei saw that something was wrong, he broke off, dodged and retreated to get rid of the entanglement of the short sword, glanced at the white-clothed sword cultivator suspiciously, and said word by word: "Sword fighting style?"

"Friendly eyesight. The white-clothed sword cultivator smiled slightly, still that kind of tepid feeling, if it was a weekday conversation, it would probably make people feel like a spring breeze, but at this time, this kind of style does not seem to put the opponent in his eyes, the white-clothed sword cultivator stared at his short sword intently, and said: "I have stayed in this sword wound valley for more than ten years, and the wind and rain, the stars and the moon are clothed, and what I get is nothing more than one style." ”

Although the words of the white-clothed sword cultivator seem to be a complaint, they actually show his determination to win the inheritance of King Ge, since he can stay in the Sword Wound Valley for ten years, what about staying for a hundred years?

The words of the white-clothed sword cultivator were like a light in the dark, and the sword cultivators in the small building waved away the boredom in their hearts, even Zhou Yue admired this person's patience a little, but the mysterious old man was noncommittal, just quietly looked at the two people in the mirror, revealing a mysterious smile.

At this moment, Yan Fei reacted completely differently from everyone else, the corners of his mouth hooked up a little arc, and then he burst out laughing, then the laughter became louder and louder, and finally pointed at the white-clothed sword cultivator and laughed wildly, as if he had seen the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Seeing this, the white-clothed sword cultivator frowned slightly, and said angrily: "Why are Daoist friends laughing?

He has always been complacent with his perseverance, and at the same time attributed his ability to obtain this sword-fighting style credit to his unremitting efforts, at this time, seeing that Yan Fei actually disagreed, he was naturally angry in his heart, and he wanted to teach this little monk who didn't know the height of the sky a lesson.

Some of the sword cultivators in the small building couldn't stand it anymore, and they slapped the table one after another, angrily accusing Yan Fei of disrespecting the behavior of the white-clothed sword cultivators, and a few even threatened to wait for the lecture to end to block Yan Fei outside the small building.

Zhou Yue saw that the scene seemed to be a little out of control, and immediately took a step back and used the fog technique to restrain his aura, quietly minimizing his sense of existence, he didn't want to be affected by Yan Fei's troublemaker.

There were more than fifty people present, only the mysterious old man's expression remained unchanged, he was still that noncommittal look, but there was a trace of appreciation in his eyes, but the sword cultivators present were poked in the sore spot, and they didn't notice the slight changes in the mysterious old man's body at all.

At this moment, Yan Fei suddenly raised his heavy sword and asked with a smile, "Hey, let me ask you, what is this?"

The white-clothed sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, and the monks in the small building were also stunned, isn't the sword in Yan Fei's hand?

The atmosphere in the small building suddenly became very bad, but just before the sword cultivators reprimanded him, Yan Fei's expression suddenly changed, and he changed the image of his hippie smiling face before, and then said: "Sword, dangerous and abnormal, born to kill. ”

"This is my sword, he is me, I am ...... That's him. Yan Fei caressed his heavy sword, but at this moment, even Zhou Yue saw a trace of abnormality, what he was stroking was not the thick and bladeless body, but his sword heart, that unique peerless sword that really followed him, this is a sword cultivator's absolute trust in his own sword heart!

"And the one in front of you, what's it?"

And the one in front of you, what's it?

Yan Fei's words were like a thunderbolt exploding in the hearts of the sword cultivators, and suddenly someone took a step back and knelt on the ground with a frightened face, the image of King Ge's heir instantly collapsed in their minds, and at this moment, some people even hid their faces and cried!

And the white-clothed sword cultivator seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes looked at the short sword in front of him with empty eyes, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand and tried to touch the short sword.

"Whew!"

A dazzling sword flashed, and the arm of the white-clothed sword cultivator fell in response, and he knelt weakly in front of the short sword, at this moment, the sword heart and sword intent slowly collapsed, and the cultivation that stood at the peak of the peak of the peak realm directly fell back to the condensing realm!

I don't know when, he actually forgot his roots, and was exhausted in the legend and battle of the Sword Wound Valley, and the name of 'Descendant of King Ge' was only left in the heart of the white-clothed sword cultivator, and his sword heart was no longer pure, nor was it the unique peerless sword that accompanied him for a lifetime!

The old man stood up suddenly, a dazzling light erupted in his eyes, and then a sword intent as thick as a mountain and ocean rose into the sky, and with a wave of his hand, the white-clothed sword cultivator and Yan Fei suddenly returned to the small building.

The white-clothed sword cultivator knelt in front of Yan Fei dejectedly, his eyes were empty, at this time he was no longer a sword cultivator, just an ordinary Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, and it looked extremely abrupt in this small building where the Liding Realm gathered.

"The way of the sword, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and there is no shortcut at all. The old man leaned down and whispered in the ear of the white-clothed sword cultivator: "Instead of turning yourself into someone else, it is better to ...... Forge a peerless sword of your own. ”

The white-clothed monk raised his head blankly, looked at the old man, his lips pursed, and he muttered, "I knew today...... Why bother in the first place?"

The mysterious old man shook his head, as if he couldn't bear it, but after a while, he still sighed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Your heart is too chaotic to continue this path." ”

The whitefriar's eyes seemed to regain some light, he looked at the old man in confusion, and said helplessly, "Then what should I do......

At this moment, a piece of jade slip was handed over, and the white-clothed monk was stunned, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the owner of the jade slip, only to see Zhou Yue showing a warm smile at him, and said softly: "Fellow Daoist, don't you try to be an ancient monk?"