"Spectroscopic shadows. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Qing Zhou took out his sword, with his body as the axis, a huge silver ball of light burst out, and if you look closely, countless sword shadows are flying outward, looking like a thorny jungle from a distance, covered with countless dangerous sharp spikes.

These sword shadows are long or short, fast or slow, and they shoot at the same time, and they also hit the target at the same time, whether it is a round ball leaning against Qingzhou's side, or a distant edge out of sight, they are all hit by the sword shadows at the same time.

"Whoa!"

The pierced orbs fell from mid-air, like a rainstorm, but Ilzhou shook his head in disappointment, because he saw that many of the orbs dissipated, which were not stabbed by the sword shadow.

"Seventy thousand balls, far less than one sword and 100,000 shadows. ”

Qing Zhou shook his head in disappointment, and then ignited his fighting spirit, it is difficult to be fun, and the sword cultivation book is to constantly challenge beyond the limit.

Back in the assessment space, Qingzhou set a goal for himself, he had to shoot down 10,000 hummingbirds, so he completely fell into the dark of cultivation.

Drawing the sword again and again, Qing Zhou felt extremely tired, but the tiredness was numb to the extreme, and only mechanical movements remained in his body.

"It's the limit. ”

Although Qing Zhou refused to admit it, his body's reaction told him that even if he continued to cultivate for ten or eight years and stabbed out tens of thousands of swords one after another, he would not be able to increase his speed, and the final result would be 30,000 hummingbirds.

"Under the assessment, no matter whether it is successful or not, the cultivation of splitting light and turning shadows has come to an end. ”

Qingzhou is not a person who drills the horns of the bull, the skills here are ten times more than billions, if you spend too much time on a stone tablet, it is very likely to miss the real wonderful place.

In the assessment space, Qingzhou called up 100,000 balls and shot out hundreds of thousands of sword shadows, instantly submerging the sea of balls.

For a brief moment after the sword was drawn, Qing Zhou felt a trance in front of him, not only the ocean of spheres, but even the shadow of the sword disappeared, but what he saw was not the vast void, but countless small points of light.

Qing Zhou looked at those small points of light, and stretched out his hand obsessively, and the sword shadows around him suddenly retracted, and retracted in time the moment they touched the ball, and became extremely quiet in an instant.

Qing Zhou's palm stretched out and pressed it against the void, and there was no trace of the sword shadow shooting, but the 100,000 round balls around him were shot through at the same time, like beads with broken threads falling to the ground.

After one sword and ten thousand shadows, it is not one sword and one hundred thousand shadows, but an invisible flying sword.

"Splitting Shadow Achievement Refresh, congratulations on reaching the Invisible Flying Sword skill achievement. ”

Qing Zhou looked at the space in front of him blankly, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

"I actually broke the achievement record for a skill, haha!"

After Qingzhou was happy, he continued to walk towards the next stone monument.

At the same time, the cold wave near the top of the mountain changed his expression, and as the creator of the previous record, he also received this message.

"Invisible Flying Sword, what realm is this, why can't I even touch the realm, but someone else has reached it. No, I have to check it out. ”

After Ling Hanchao entered the cultivation space, he found the stone tablet where the light and shadow were located, but it was empty.

"Who the hell is it, I must find you. ”

Qingzhou traveled in the stone tablet forest, looked at the sword skills recorded in the stone tablet, and found that these sword skills are complex and not suitable for everyone.

Along the way, Qingzhou also encountered a lot of sword cultivators, these people were crazy about cultivation, and they kept comparing in front of the stone monument, sometimes laughing happily, sometimes sighing.

Some of the sword skills on the stele are exquisite, making people feel like cultivating when they see them, and some are ridiculous, they are simply naughty graffiti.

After Ilha Verde has gone through the splitting of light and shadows, he knows that the more unpopular the skill, the more likely it is to hide the powerful back move, so he will not take it lightly.

In order to save time, Qingzhou chose skills that matched him, and finally found a stone tablet engraved with a black hole pattern.

On this stone tablet, there is only a huge round cake engraved, and the composition of this black hole is a complex line, as if it is a ball of wool rolled up, as if the person who depicted the black hole was an absent-minded scribble.

Qing Zhou could see at a glance that this big round cake was a black hole, and this skill must have something to do with his Taixu Fuji.

"The Mixed Hole Sword can pierce through space. ”

"Skill achievement, none. ”

The skills on this stone tablet belong to unpopular sword skills, and no one has cultivated skill achievements, and there is an explanation that this sword skill is too difficult, and no one can cultivate skill achievements.

With a wave of his palm, Qingzhou suddenly hit a black hole, which is a simulated black hole, which cannot be compared with a real black hole, and cannot swallow objects into the black hole world, but can shatter everything.

"No, no, this stone carving doesn't mean that. ”

Qing Zhou's fingers gently stroked the lines that formed the black hole, "Could it be that these lines are the trajectory of swordsmanship." ”

The fingers slid along the line, and there was no break in the slightest, but it was by no means the trajectory of a swordsmanship.

"It's too messy!"

Qing Zhou shook his head, inadvertently said a sentence, and then was stunned, "By the way, it's just a gibberish word!"

The lines that make up a black hole are the continuous chaotic lines, and this chaos is the meaning of the black hole.

Qingzhou pierced a black hole and felt the environment inside, but the interior was empty and there was no existence.

"The feeling of chaos, the confusion, is to be chaotic. ”

With the support of Qingzhou, the simulated black hole existed for a long time, and was gradually manipulated by him, and a trace of black gas was finally born inside.

This trace of black qi shook a few times and disappeared, and Qingzhou's eyes lit up, seizing the opportunity of entering the threshold for the first time, and continued to stimulate the black hole.

Another trace of black gas was born, and then slowly elongated, and as the length increased, the black gas began to clutter, just like the scene on the stone tablet.

When the black silk gradually filled the black hole, Qing Zhou pushed it with both hands, and the black hole exploded violently, and the power was not weaker than that of Tai Xu.

"You have achieved the Chaos Black Hole skill achievement. ”

Hearing this voice, Qing Zhou was not happy at all, because he guessed that he might have taken a detour.

If it was just the true meaning of the birth of chaos inside the black hole, it would never be so simple to engrave on the stone tablet, and Qingzhou knew that it had reached a fork in the road.

The patterns on the stele are all based on the sword cultivation's respective perceptions, and then cultivate the skill achievements, but the perceptions are high and low, and the achievements harvested are also different.

Qingzhou walked to the stele, stroked the stele again, his fingers stroked the lines for a week, then raised his hand and stopped on the surface of the stele, still some distance away from the cold stone.

"Why, I only see the chaos inside the black hole, but I don't see the black hole made of chaos?"

"It's not about being a black hole, it's about being the chaos that makes up it. ”

Qing Zhou's heart was open, and he raised his hand to strike, and this time it was not a black hole that flew out, but a crooked sword light, like the lines of a naughty child's graffiti.