"You cultivate swords?"

In the Heavy Prison Peak, a man with a calm face, a two-inch-long scar stood hideously in his left eye, and in every move, the aura of slaughter was quite strong, but the thin body did not feel weak, and the slightly loose black practice clothes made it look extremely capable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The knife of about two feet is held in his hand, and the other hand gently rubs the hilt, extremely gentle, as if he is treating his sweetheart.

After Yang Xuan was sent by Xianhe, the first thing he saw was this man, and now he was a little uncomfortable stared at by his implicit sharp eyes, and nodded indifferently with a strong face.

"Have a few tricks with me" seemed to see the surprise in Yang Xuan's eyes, and said faintly, "I will suppress the cultivation in the acquired realm"

"Okay" Yang Xuan agreed, staring at the other party with burning eyes.

The corners of the man's mouth curved upward, as if he smiled indifferently, only to see a flash of cold light, the knife in his hand was unsheathed, it seemed to be an extremely simple action, but it seemed to hook the general trend of heaven and earth, and endless coercion rose up, and swept towards Yang Xuan.

The monks on the entire Heavy Prison Peak looked indifferent, turned their heads slightly, and then turned around as usual.

Yang Xuan was stunned and froze in place, "This is ...... It's just a one-time draw, how can it be so powerful," he seemed to have lost the courage to make a move, and watched in amazement.

The man swung his knife and pointed at it, and the cold flickering blade glowed with a ghostly light, cold and solemn.

Yang Xuan was already sweating on his body, and his face was frightened as he stared at the extremely ordinary knife not far in front of him, and the person who was not ordinary, the knuckle of his right finger holding the knife was already white, but he couldn't pull it out to face the enemy no matter what.

After a while, the man directly returned the knife into the sheath, and the general trend in the sky disappeared in an instant, without showing the slightest, and shook his head slightly, "It's too weak, do you really cultivate the sword?"

Yang Xuan stood up and did not collapse to the ground, looking at him in shock, gasping for breath, unable to speak.

"My name is Xing Sen, I figured it out and went to the Heavy Prison Hall to find me" Then he didn't say anything, gently rubbed the knife in his hand, and slowly left here, leaving Yang Xuan alone in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Heavy Prison Peak, is the punishment within the Heavy Martial Arts Sect, the place where rewards and punishments are given, and the treatment of disciples is extremely strict, and it can even be said to be perverted, this vein emphasizes the potential of the human body, whether it is the physical body, or the true yuan, it is all in its training, and it is the ultimate means, which is somewhat similar to the method that Fang Tang used to train Yang Xuan at the beginning.

But compared to here, it seems to be much more pediatric, and some of the disciples of the Heavy Prison Peak are in the position of law enforcers of the sect, and they have cultivated a pair of iron galls and steel intestines since the beginning of cultivation.

If someone in the sect violates the rules of the sect and is found by them, no matter their background, they will be spared, and they will all be severely punished, so that the entire disciples of the Chongwu Sect will change their color when they hear about it.

The daily training here is extremely terrifying in the eyes of outsiders, squats with thousands of pounds, climbing with bare hands, dodging tens of thousands of poisonous darts, and even the disciples in the peak are infinitely close to life and death.

Of course, such a cruel cultivation environment has also cultivated the superb strength of the disciples of the Heavy Prison Peak, and most of the masters of the entire Heavy Martial Arts Sect are from here, and the rest of the sects laughed and said that the Heavy Martial Sect should be changed to the Heavy Prison Gate.

The peak master here, Xing Sen, nicknamed Living Yama, a steel knife, stood out from hundreds of candidates for the peak master with extraordinary strength back then, but he was just entering the realm of knowing Tibet, but the entire Chongwu Sect regarded him as an "alien" and did not want to get along with it.

Of course, Xing Sen is also happy to be like this, he can concentrate on cultivation, and he has been in charge of the prison peak for more than ten years, becoming an invincible master who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation and Tibet, and has mastered the three aspects of the Shenyuan body, and has almost entered the realm of the Three Uniques of Creation and Transformation, and it is said that now only the master Sun Chongwu can defeat him.

Of course, Xing Sen's prestige not only comes from his strong strength and indifferent almost crazy character, but also because he is the only person in the entire Chongwu Sect who has comprehended the sword momentum.

It is even said that if Sun Chongwu hadn't borrowed that sect treasure, he would definitely have been defeated by him.

On the extremely depressed Heavy Prison Peak, Yang Xuan stood there in a daze, thinking about the reason for the defeat just now, the punishment in the realm was the same as him, but he didn't even have the courage to make a move.

"Could it be combat experience?" he shook his head, denying his thoughts, Xing Sen was just drawing his sword and raising it flatly, and he didn't involve any moves at all, and he felt that there was a monstrous killing intent sweeping over, and the edge was revealed.

"He said, I haven't cultivated the sword yet, the sword ......" Yang Xuan's expression was sudden for a while, and the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable understanding.

In the Heavy Prison Hall, Xing Sen was on a high platform, closing his eyes and cultivating, as if everything in the outside world could not attract his attention, at this time, Xing Sen suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his cold mouth set off a slight arc.

"Got it? It's not stupid."

At the entrance of the hall, Yang Xuan looked directly at him with his eyes, extremely firm, walked over without hurry, stood still more than ten steps away from him, and said lightly.

"You're not strong, at least not to the point where I can't make a move. ”

"Oh, the entire Chongwu Sect, you are the first person who dares to talk to me like this" Xing Sen's tone was solemn, but there was a little more appreciation for him in his heart.

"Because I cultivate swords," the realization in Yang Xuan's eyes flashed, and he looked at him with burning eyes, "The only sword is not as domineering as the sword, but it is sharp, sharp-crowned and indomitable, even if the opponent's realm is monstrous, I am the enemy with a sword, and there is no ......fear or retreat."

"Hehe, you have a good understanding, are you ready to compare with me?"

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and said "Let's make a move"

"Okay" Xing Sen shouted, his figure suddenly disappeared from his seat, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a position a few steps in front of Yang Xuan and stood still, looking at him coldly.

Suddenly, the steel knife in Xing Sen's hand came out of the sheath, accompanied by an extremely clear voice, and the momentum around his body soared, it was still a simple and flat move, without any rules at all, but it brought Yang Xuan an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the space was imprisoned, turned into an invisible mountain of 10,000 tons, and pressed towards him.

Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, even if his forehead was already drenched in sweat, he did not delay in his hand, and the iron sword was also unsheathed, hanging on the side of his body very naturally, and his face was solemn to understand this general trend.

Suddenly, he looked stunned, as if he felt some difference between the majestic coercion, his eyes flashed, and he stabbed with his sword, but he was the first to attack, and the sword light was like a boat against the waves in the opponent's endless momentum, advancing with difficulty.

"Huh?" Xing Sen was slightly surprised, "Good keen insight" Originally, he had been immersed in the sword for many years, and the whole was very round, and there were almost no flaws, but now that he suppressed the cultivation, the circulation of the True Yuan Divine Mind was not smooth, and it was inevitable that there would be a trace of flaws in the knife momentum, which was extremely obscure, and he didn't think that he could be discovered by a martial artist who was not in the acquired realm.

A sneer appeared on Xing Sen's face, and with a movement of his wrist, he raised his knife and slashed horizontally, his body was like a bolt of lightning, shooting towards him, and his body was full of that vast and majestic momentum, slashing towards Yang Xuan.

Originally, Yang Xuan, who was forced to act by momentum, only had difficulty coping with it, was shocked when he saw this, the sword in his hand swung forward, blocking the attacking knife at the last moment, and his body did not retreat but advanced, ignoring the pain of the tiger's mouth tearing, and slashed towards the torture forest.

Seeing that the attack was blocked, Xing Sen did not panic, the knife technique changed again, the attack was more than doubled, and he slashed several knives in a moment, and the two of them were in the wrong shape.

On the clean and bright ground, a few strands of hair fell silently to the ground, Yang Xuan's right hand holding the sword trembled, and he kept wheezing, the power and killing intent of that moment just now shocked him a little flustered, and there was a little deviation in the indomitable sword path.

The slight coolness between his neck made him afraid, "What a fast knife, such a sharp offensive"

"You're good," Xing Sen's indifferent voice came, and after a while, he said again, as if he was greeting someone" Xiao Mingliang's voice spread far away.

Not long after, a man in his twenties, dressed in a black robe with a cold face, stepped into the hall and bowed to Xing Sen, "Peak Master, what do you command?"

Xing Sen tilted his head slightly, as if pointing at Yang Xuan, "Take him to change his clothes, tell him about the things in his cultivation, and follow you to practice early tomorrow morning."

"Yes" Xiao Mingliang's face remained unchanged, nodded lightly, and answered in a low voice, and then said to Yang Xuan, who was a little surprised, "Come with me" and then didn't hesitate, turned around and left.

Yang Xuan hurriedly followed, and when he passed by Xing Sen's side, his eyes glanced at him, and he seemed to have made some decision in his heart.

"Hehe, it's interesting, I hope you can withstand my cultivation of the Heavy Prison Peak" Xing Sen thought to himself.

This is not a lie, in the past, because the Heavy Prison Peak treated his disciples too pervertedly, many young disciples who were originally admired eventually left here and chose to go to other academies to practice, all because of the cruel and oppressive cultivation environment here.

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Along the way, Yang Xuan walked with this man named Xiao Mingliang without making a sound, if he hadn't started to respond to Xing Sen, Yang Xuan simply thought that this person had some congenital disease.

"This senior brother ......"

"Something?" Yang Xuan was stunned when he heard this, "Huh...... That, dare to ask Senior Brother Xiao, what is the content of tomorrow's cultivation"

Xiao Mingliang's face was still so cold, and he replied in a flat voice, "You'll know tomorrow."

"Ahem......" seemed to be choked by this answer, Yang Xuan was extremely speechless, looking at the other party strangely.

For a long time, "I was too lazy to speak, but the peak master asked me to tell you something about cultivation, so I will talk about it, and you should listen well."

Yang Xuan was stunned again, and immediately listened carefully, not daring to miss anything.

"The realm you are currently in is the acquired realm in the mortal double heaven, the internal breath is derived from the body, and the muscles, bones, flesh and blood are refined, and then the innate realm, the internal breath becomes the internal force, which can be used to hurt the enemy, and then there is the mortal realm, which is officially the threshold of cultivators."