Flying to the shore of the lotus lake in the back garden of the peak, Xia Wentian stood with his hands on his back, and Yan Huaiyu stood behind him silently.

Xia Wentian first broke the silence and said, "How long have you been here and I have been flying to the peak?"

Yan Huaiyu whispered: "Huaiyu has been here for nine years and one month. ”

Xia Wentian asked: "In the past nine years, I am very pleased to see that you are diligent and motivated, but you are different from ordinary people, do you know?"

Yan Huaiyu replied: "The disciple is stupid, please make it clear to the master." ”

Xia Wentian seemed to be deep in thought, and said slowly: "Back then, you and the girl were brought back by Lian'er and them, and they were already dying, and they were powerless to return to heaven. But who knew that the next day you had a turnaround, and as a teacher, you found that there was a very vigorous vitality in your body, in other words, you would not be killed easily. ”

Yan Huaiyu's heart was shocked, and she thought of Nuwa Stone, she had such an ability, it must be because of Nuwa Stone.

Xia Wentian continued: "The reason for this matter is not to be asked by the teacher, but if you lose your reason in the future and fall into the devil's path, remember, you must keep your own heart." For the teacher tonight to demonstrate you this set of pen swordsmanship last style, just this once, you are optimistic. ”

Obviously, in the past nine years, Xia Wentian has been secretly teaching Yan Huaiyu this self-created pen blade swordsmanship in the dead of night.

Between the words, a blade is like autumn frost, and the sword with a faint glow of cold light comes out in response, with the qi sword, the sword dances with the heart, the heart moves at will, sometimes the clouds and water, and sometimes the iron draws the silver hook.

It's not so much a sword dance, but a hard time writing, a style of pen swordsmanship dance, a big chop appeared out of thin air.

Xia Wentian put away his sword, pointed to the surface of the lake with one hand, and drank softly.

After a breath, the lake water rolled and tumbled, and there was a loud bang, and a pillar of water with several people hugging each other rose into the sky.

Yan Huaiyu hurriedly ran the body protection true qi, and there was not a trace of lake water splashed on his body.

Xia Wentian asked: "This is just for the cultivation of the teacher, can you see it?"

Yan Huaiyu stepped forward silently and said, "Please let the disciple give it a try." ”

Killing the dragon and waving, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, pointing a sword, sometimes suddenly like lightning.

Turn around, put away your sword, and do it in one go. Out of thin air, a blood-red word appeared.

Yan Huaiyu swung his sword and slashed out, and the word killing flew out, and the lake was blasted up with a huge wave, and there was a loud bang, and the hills in the lake were divided into two, which shocked Yan Huaiyu.

Xia Wentian shook his head and said: "I still can't grasp the power of sending and receiving, go back and feel it, let's go, if it's so loud, someone will come soon." ”

On a cliff in the back mountain of Longhu Peak, a figure stands there lonely, and people who are afraid of heights will be dizzy when they look down.

The wind blew, and the young man with the black sword on his back still didn't move. This person is none other than Simon Duxiu.

Suddenly, there was a sound from under the cliff, and I saw an old man with a hunchback and a wide black robe stepping out of thin air, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on flat ground.

When the old man came near, his face could not be seen clearly because the night was too dark, only a pair of eyes, reflecting a bright light, like an old cat.

Ximen Duxiu knelt down on one knee and said, "The barbarian is a great wise man!"

The black-robed old man, known as the Great Wise Man, had a hoarse and low voice, as if he was from an ancient hellish Shura, and slowly spoke, "That child, how is it now?"

Ximen Duxiu replied respectfully: "His cultivation is not as good as mine, but if the power of the ghost in his body erupts, I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat him." He has a shabby old sword that is not gold or wood, and it looks very powerful."

The great wise man looked up into the distance, fell into deep thought, and said slowly: "Four spirit blood, ancient lotus, cast golden body, heavenly demon appear. Exquisite heart, heavy nirvana, four swords, the world is safe. It seems that the prophecy is true. ”

The great wise man stepped out with his head bowed, and his voice floated away from nowhere.

"Watch out to him and do as I say. ”

Ximen Duxiu got up slowly, turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.

Early in the morning, Yan Huaiyu, Lian'er, and Sun Hu went to the Qingxin Hall to practice as usual.

"You three stand up!" an annoying voice came from behind him.

The three of them turned around, and it was none other than Wu Shiren, who was injured by the fight between Yan Huaiyu and Ximen Duxiu.

I saw that his face was ruddy and energetic, as if he was much more blessed than before he was injured, it seems that Xuan Chengzi is willing to spend his blood, and all kinds of precious elixirs have been used for him, not to mention that the injury has healed, and the realm seems to have improved a lot.

Wu Shiren led the people of Longhu Peak to the front and surrounded the three of them, only Ximen Duxiu did not move at all, standing coldly in place to watch the excitement.

Wu Shiren said fiercely: "Yan Huaiyu, last time the master was negligent and was seriously injured by you, today I want to seek justice." ”

Yan Huaiyu's face was expressionless, and he lowered his head and walked forward. Two Dragon Tiger Peak disciples stepped forward to stop them.

Yan Huaiyu raised his head suddenly, his eyes were faintly angry, the two Dragon and Tiger Peak disciples were stunned for a moment, and consciously got out of the way, Yan Huaiyu didn't care about the two, and the three of them continued to walk in the direction of the Qingxin Palace.

Only Wu Shiren was left in place, gritting his teeth fiercely and clenching his fists. He said to himself, "You wait, sooner or later I will let you know how good I am." ”

A disciple of Dragon and Tiger Peak on the side stepped forward and said: "Senior brother, there are many people here, and it is not good to cause trouble, when there is an opportunity to lead him to a no-man's land, and teach him a hard lesson, then he will call the heavens and the earth to be ineffective." ”

Wu Shiren's eyes narrowed slightly, his face showed ruthlessness, and he whispered a few words in the disciple's ear. Everyone hurried towards the direction of the Pure Heart Hall together.

In the evening, after the teaching of the Qingxin Hall was completed, Yan Huaiyu walked alone to Yue Xiaochuan's residence as usual, he wanted to check all the ancient books collected by Yue Xiaochuan and find the origin of the dragon slaying.

As the sun sets, stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, the fallen leaves are blown by the wind, slowly falling, strolling on a remote path, forgetting the hatred and bitterness in my heart, so comfortable.

Someone! Help! Suddenly, a miserable cry broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Yan Huaiyu listened attentively, the sound came from the woods next to the path, and he looked for the source of the sound and walked towards the depths of the woods.

I vaguely saw a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Alliance in front of me, lying on the ground and fainting.

Yan Huaiyu stepped forward and lowered his head to try his snort, the man's breathing was smooth, as if there was no major problem, and he was just about to possess and help this person up.

Suddenly, this young disciple opened his eyes, took out a dagger, and stabbed it into Yan Huaiyu's lower abdomen.

A sharp pain came, Yan Huaiyu only felt that the sky was spinning, and in an instant, a violent aura gushed out wildly, enveloping Yan Huaiyu.

The immortal sword spirit instinctively erupted at the critical moment, protecting Yan Huaiyu's heart, and at this moment, Yan Huaiyu staggered to his feet, his eyes were red, and his black hair was dancing wildly.

With an angry roar, Yan Huaiyu pushed the young disciple out, snapped, and smashed a few small trees with the thickness of his arm, and the young disciple stopped castration.

At this time, I only heard the sound of weapons breaking through the air, and I saw no less than a dozen flying swords slashing towards the seriously injured Yan Huaiyu out of thin air.

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