If you want to delay aging and increase your lifespan, it's actually very simple, just do what the secret art says, and you're good to go.

But the most difficult thing is the existence of the secret art itself, because it is a very cruel and inhumane method.

First of all, the caster needs to regularly water himself with the blood of a living person, and at the same time, he needs to release his own blood to water the magic sword.

The magic sword that the caster uses must have a certain demonic nature, gathering as many dirty and evil things as possible in the human world to be effective.

But there are a certain number of magic swords in this world. Not many people have been able to obtain a magic sword, and few people have been able to do such a disgusting thing. You know, what a painful thing it is to release your own blood. At the same time, this also means that the caster needs to poison a large number of living beings, which is a thing that is detrimental to yin morality, and how many people are willing to do it?

However, the Sword Demon is different. The Sword Demon is a man who only seeks victory. In the battle that day, although he drew with the Sword Saint, he always felt that the Sword Saint deliberately let him. Therefore, the Sword Demon decided to practice swordsmanship hard, and one day he could fight the Sword Saint again.

But within a few years, the Sword Demon discovered a very serious problem, that is, he was aging little by little. Aging is something that everyone fears. What they fear is not aging itself, but the most direct effect of aging - death.

People don't want to die, but once they are born, they are destined to die.

The moment of birth, people are full of laughter and joy. But at the moment of death, people wept bitterly, hiding their grief in endless tears.

As everyone knows, these joys and sorrows, clouds and sunny days, are indispensable in this life.

But the sword demon was unwilling to grow old little by little until he died. So the Sword Demon began to look for a way to delay aging, or immortality.

Finally, after five years of searching, the Sword Demon got such a method. This made the Sword Demon very happy, because he felt that this method was simply tailor-made for him. Only he has a magic sword in his hand, and it is a peerless magic sword, with endless resentment and hatred.

Moreover, the sword demon is bloodthirsty by nature, addicted to killing, and killing people to let blood go, which may be a very cruel thing for ordinary people, but for the sword demon, it is not strange at all, it is like a commonplace.

After concentrating on cultivation, the sword demon cultivated into this eternal face, which was able to make him look younger, and he ate the face at that time.

However, the Sword Demon had to endure the kind of pain that ordinary people couldn't bear from time to time.

Every month, the Sword Demon has to cut his own blood veins, let his own blood flow out, and then pour other people's blood inside.

It's like giving people blood.

Not to mention the pain that the practitioner needs to endure and a large loss of blood will bring a feeling of dizziness and weakness to the practitioner. At the same time, other people's blood is someone else's after all, and when it flows into one's own body, there is always a very strange feeling.

However, it does keep the caster alive and shouting without looking old at all.

The sword demon fell into the evil path like this, became a demon, became an evil.

"Sword Demon, if I'm not mistaken, you should be at least eighty years old by now, but how can you still look like this?" Xiong frowned and looked at the Sword Demon and said, "Now you look like you're only forty or fifty years old, where do you look like you're eighty years old?"

"Then in your opinion, what should it be like to be eighty years old?" the Sword Demon sneered, looking at the bear, "Is there white hair, a staggering gait, and wrinkles all over your body?"

"Maybe it's better, but it shouldn't be much better!" Xiong didn't hesitate, and directly said what he thought in his heart.

The sword demon shook his head, stretched out his index finger, and shook it at the bear, "You are wrong about this, and you are completely wrong. ”

As he spoke, the sword demon looked at the demon slashing in his hand and cried blood, "If you think that eighty-year-old people should be waiting for death, then you are wrong, eighty years old, it is a day when youth is setting sail, and there are still many beautiful lives waiting for me!"

"You're thinking a little too much. Listening to the words of the Sword Demon, Xiong couldn't help but say coldly, "But how do you know that you can live that long?"

"Could it be that you can kill me?" the sword demon looked at the bear with a look of contempt, and the disdain in his eyes was something that the bear would never forget.

"Even if I can't kill you now, one day, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces and kill you under the sword!" Xiong said, raising the Heavenly Absolute Sword, and shouted loudly, "Today I will fight against the water to see who is more powerful!"

Listening to Xiong's words, the Sword Demon looked at Xiong as if he was very excited and said, "Very good, I like to fight against the water, but if you die, you will be buried here, and by then, no matter what you say, it will be too late." ”

"It's too late, it's too late!" Xiong said, with a flick of his wrist, he played the Heavenly Sword in his hand and played a wrist flower, "Kill the time demon and evil, my life is up to me!"

"Very good, then I will fulfill you and let you go to hell!" the sword demon said in a deep voice, lifting the demon cry blood again, "Demon soul!"

After saying these two words, the Sword Demon's whole person began to fluctuate, and when he looked at the Sword Demon's eyes, they were already closed. The whole person of the Sword Demon seemed to be asleep, and he was not conscious at all.

But Xiong and Poison Xiaoyao were staring at the Sword Demon, and they didn't dare to miss a minute or a second.

At this moment, the sword demon's feet began to move. He thought that the Sword Demon would start staggering, but the bear realized that he was wrong.

Because the sword demon's pace did not pause at all, although his eyes were closed, every step of the sword demon was quite rhythmic, not like a sleeping person at all.

"What is this?" asked Xiong, looking at the poison medicine with some curiosity.

"I don't know what he's doing, but looking at his appearance, there shouldn't be any threat, right?" Poison Xiaoyao glanced at Xiong, and then looked at the demon slashing blood in the sword demon's hand, and said slowly.

"It doesn't have to be that way. Xiong looked at the sword demon, and suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure on his body.

Obviously, this pressure is coming from the Sword Demon. Although I don't know what the sword demon wants to do, my intuition tells sù bear that this must not be a good thing, and maybe he will die because of the sword demon in a while.

"I think he seems to be a little similar to Drunken Fist, you have to be careful!" Shao Yu was now completely a bystander, just standing on the sidelines and watching a few people.