Nie Wushuang has been cultivating for a month and finally cultivated the rudimentary form of sword intent, you must know that the sword intent selected by Nie Wushuang is sharp, and he uses his own blood to raise the sword for twelve hours a day, especially the mysterious fragments, and in the middle of a month, he finally gave this guy a trace of spirituality, coupled with Nie Wushuang's extremely strong divine soul, Nie Wushuang felt that his strength had greatly improved.

"Senior Brother Zhou, what is this?" That short man is not stupid, now he hasn't even seen Nie Wushuang's face, and he has actually seen such a terrifying sword dao coercion.

"If my guess is right, this should be the prototype of sword intent. Zhou Xing's face was gloomy, very ugly, and he obviously saw the origin of this illusory fragment.

At the moment of speaking, the sword intent of Nie Wushuang's Divine Soul Imperial Envoy became smaller and smaller, more and more condensed, and in less than a blink of an eye, the sword shadow that was originally very illusory really had a trace of condensation, and the black sword wire on it was swimming, extremely terrifying.

At this time, Zhou Xing finally realized that this Nie Wushuang was not something he could deal with, and roared, "Go!"

He escaped first, and the remaining three monsters screamed, and it was the same. Where would Nie Wushuang tolerate these three bastards to leave, and in an instant, the rudimentary form of the sword intent turned into a black phantom and stabbed towards Zhou Xing's back, and the speed was ghostly.

Feeling the cold wind, a trace of determination appeared on Zhou Xing's pale face, and he turned around in vain and greeted Nie Wushuang's sword intent prototype is countless fast swords, but unfortunately, the prototype of sword intent can be virtual or real, and there is no way to hurt Nie Wushuang's sword intent prototype at all.

In Zhou Xing's horrified eyes, the rudimentary sword intent of Nie Wushuang's imperial envoy instantly swept over one of his arms, and then there was a terrible scream, "Ahhh Nie Wushuang, you are so ruthless, I will not let you go. After saying that, he grabbed the broken arm and ran away, and the other three had already fled without a trace, but when they heard this terrible scream, their vests were cold.

"Hmph, if I hadn't cultivated to the most critical time, none of you would have been able to run today!" Nie Wushuang secretly snorted coldly.

Although the sect has rules that can't kill each other, there is still a life and death platform, that is, the two sides who have different mortal enemies can fight for life and death in the life and death platform, of course, now Nie Wushuang and Zhou Xing are afraid that they are about to come to this point.

Soon this episode passed, Nie Wushuang was still cultivating, he had a hunch that there should be about ten days left, and he could completely cultivate the sword intent, you must know that the sword intent of the Lu Dao does not know how many people who practice the sword path have been trapped, and cultivating the sword intent is only the first step of the sword path.

On this day, the sun was shining and the weather was warm, because it was almost October, and suddenly, bursts of sky-high sword intent erupted from Nie Wushuang's manor, and the surrounding distance of dozens of zhang was criss-crossed ravines, as if they had experienced a terrible battle.

A sword-shaped streamer instantly appeared in the sky above Nie Wushuang's manor, slowly revealing its form, it was the lord of the sect, it was the lord of the sect, his original Gujing Wubo's face showed a color of ecstasy in vain, and he didn't see his superfluous movements, he said a lot of words in an instant on a crystal clear red jade pendant, and then turned into a sword light and fell outside the attic of Nie Wushuang's retreat.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang still closed his eyes, but the mysterious fragment that should have been on his thigh was quietly suspended one meter in front of Nie Wushuang's chest at this time, still trembling slightly, Nie Wushuang's divine soul power was all gathered on the mysterious fragment, you must know that the Dao wants to use the power of the divine soul to make the real thing, and the difficulty will be increased by more than a hundred times, after all, the illusory power wants to urge and direct the material things, and some of the mysteries contained in it are not understandable to ordinary people.

Suddenly, Nie Wushuang opened his pitch-black eyes, two sword lights flashed from his eyes, and the mysterious fragment turned into a black air flow and disappeared at the center of Nie Wushuang's eyebrows.

Obviously, Nie Wushuang's sword intent has just been formed, and he has already taken the first step to refine the mysterious fragments, so that the mysterious fragments have turned into sword path fluctuations and melted into Nie Wushuang's sea awareness space.

Nie Wushuang stood up, a crisp sound erupted all over his body, he shook his clothes, his beard was all over his face, and his gray face seemed to have climbed up from the mound, but his eyes were unusually bright, and the sharp edges were contained in it, and ordinary people would feel tingling all over their bodies if they looked at it for a long time.

Nie Wushuang was shocked, and an inexplicable sword aura was born from somewhere, instantly shaving off the beard on Nie Wushuang's face, although there was not much beard.

Nie Wushuang walked out of the retreat chamber because he had already discovered that the sect leader had come to his retreat chamber.

Stepping out of the secret room, Nie Wushuang's eyes lit up, and he arched his hand and said, "Disciple Wushuang, I've seen the old sect master!"

"Nie Wushuang, tell me, have you realized the sword intent now?" Shi Shihan didn't care about Nie Wushuang's etiquette, and asked directly.

Although Nie Wushuang was surprised in his heart, he remained silent on the surface, "Yes, the disciple was lucky enough to cultivate the sharp sword intent. After Nie Wushuang finished speaking, he also used his sharp sword intent by the way, and suddenly the surrounding forest was enveloped in coldness.

"Ha Lu Ha ... Shi Shihan laughed loudly, "Good, good, good" said the word "good", obviously extremely satisfied with Nie Wushuang.

"Nie Wushuang, you are very good, come on, three years later, in the Yunxiao-level power ranking battle, the heavy responsibility of the sect may depend on you!" After saying this inexplicably, Shi Shihan instantly turned into a sword light and went away.

Nie Wushuang also knew that the Dao Qingyun Sword Sect cultivated disciples, although there was a master's teaching, and there was even a special place for explanation, but there were not many in the sect, and Nie Wushuang had no intention of going to see it, after all, what he cultivated was very different from ordinary swordsmanship, and it was estimated that he would not gain much if he went.

After Nie Wushuang went back, he asked some registered disciples of the Mortal Realm to make a sumptuous meal, and after eating, Nie Wushuang packed some luggage, went to the sect's elixir exchange office with some spirit grass obtained from the Heavenly Ghost Secret Realm, and exchanged a bunch of elixirs that could be used immediately, and then went to the hall of the sect to register, ready to go out to practice.

You must know that the monks who practice the way of the sword can only grow rapidly in the battle of blood and fire, the way of the sword is the way of killing, only killing can make their strength improve by leaps and bounds, and blindly retreating and cultivating will not be able to improve their strength at all.

The next day, Nie Wushuang was dressed in black, with long hair and a shawl, and his hands were empty, even the big sword with the door panel that he had been using was now temporarily put down by him, because he had a sword in his heart, and he had already cultivated the sword intent, and only what fragments could he use to maximize his own strength, and some of the luggage he wanted to carry was also packed by Nie Wushuang in the black nameless ring on the middle finger of his left hand, which was originally a small space ring, and now Nie Wushuang's perfect strength was not afraid of ordinary cultivators to snatch it.

Qianyan River, Nie Wushuang stood alone on a thick single tree, following the river, this way Nie Wushuang set off from the Qingyun Sword Sect, because he deliberately hid the identity of the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect, he naturally encountered countless attacks and robberies, Nie Wushuang just tried his newly cultivated sword intent, and killed many low-level cultivators like a pig, and gradually the name of 'Sword Demon' disappeared and fell on Nie Wushuang's head, making Nie Wushuang cry and laugh.

At this time, a peerless enchanting figure over the Qianyan River, which was hundreds of miles wide, instantly flew to Nie Wushuang's side, Nie Wushuang was a little stunned, "You..."

"Hurry up and urge the canoe to go down the river, my true yuan is not good. This woman was wearing a light veil, and some fragrant sweat flowed out of her forehead, Nie Wushuang knew that this woman was fighting with others nine times out of ten, and she actually found her own single tree, Nie Wushuang knew that she had to leave here quickly, otherwise she might be implicated.

"Then you're going to have to stand firm. As soon as Nie Wushuang finished speaking, the strong primordial true yuan spit on the water behind Dumu, and Dumu seemed to have eaten a stimulant, turning into a straight line and heading down towards the river, with an extremely fast speed.

"Huh..." The woman was surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so strong, let me introduce myself, I am Luo Qingcheng, a disciple of Jingxuan Palace, I trouble you this time!"

Nie Wushuang was shocked in his heart, but he couldn't see the slightest trace on the surface, fortunately, some time ago, when Luo Qingcheng and Daozun were fighting, he didn't see his face, "Hello Luo Fairy, I don't know why the true yuan of the Dao is not good, under Nie Wushuang, it's just a scattered cultivation!"

"Hmph, it's not that the Killing Wusheng of the Killing Divine Palace wants to invite me to explore some underground ruins, I don't agree, he actually wants to arrest me as cannon fodder!" Luo Qingcheng gritted his teeth when he said this, eager to kill the Killing Wusheng.

"Seeing that you are at least a threefold existence with divine powers, what kind of person is it to kill Wusheng who actually persecuted you to the point that your true yuan is about to be consumed?" Nie Wushuang became interested, this is the real supreme genius of Qingyun County.

"Although this guy is very shameless, but his qualifications are very good, he is the first outer disciple of the Killing God Palace, and now he is a master of the Triple Perfection Realm of Divine Power, if he wasn't very ambitious, if he wanted to become the top five inner disciples all at once, he would have become an inner disciple long ago. ”

Luo Qingcheng replied lightly.

"It's really fierce, no wonder you're no match for him. Nie Wushuang glanced at Luo Qingcheng, although Luo Qingcheng's figure was almost perfect and his temperament was like an immortal, but Nie Wushuang didn't dare to start, this woman was a super power with eight supernatural powers in the background, and if she provoked it, she didn't know how she died.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Wushuang's mind found a faint blood light flying towards this side, although the Divine Power Triple could just fly and could not travel long distances, but it was also faster than Dumu I don't know how many times the Dao of Lu.

"Alas, you women are trouble, your enemy is here!" Nie Wushuang shook his head.

"What, I didn't feel it, how do you know Lu Dao?" Luo Qingcheng was shocked and said, you must know that Lu Dao is a triple supernatural power, according to the average cultivator, her divine thoughts must be several times farther than Nie Wushuang, but now it is actually Nie Wushuang who said that she has killed Wusheng, and she doesn't feel it at all.