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"Good sword! What a good sword! Haha!"
Su Lie, who got the Firescale Sword, almost couldn't put it down in the past few days, playing with it over and over all day long.
The sky outside the house was gloomy, and there were several lanterns inside the house, illuminating the room brightly, and the fire scale sword exuded a faint red light and the candle flames.
Su Lie carefully wiped it with the shark skin, the spotless blade of the fire scale sword was as gentle as a woman touching a newborn baby.
After wiping the entire body of the sword, Su Lie gently put the Firescale Sword back into the scabbard, and carefully put it back into the sword case made of precious rosewood.
After closing the sword box, he touched the box, couldn't resist opening it again, and took out the Firescale Sword.
"What a treasure! I didn't expect that I would almost use such a sword! When my father comes back, I must compare it with his Yeyuan sword!"
Thinking of how Immortal Four Seas saw the Fire Scale Sword, Su Lie couldn't help laughing foolishly.
Whether it's his father's Yeyuan sword or the real martial arts sword of Master Haoyang, Su Lie has been envious for a long time, but he didn't expect that one day he would get a sword that was just better than them.
"Fire Sun Sword! Fierce Sun Sword! You are destined to belong to me! From now on, no one can take you away!"
Lieyang Sword is the name Su Lie gave to Huo Lin Jian.
Su Lie put the sword away reluctantly until he was really sleepy, then turned off the lights in the room, opened the secret room where he kept his treasures, and put the Firescale Sword in the most conspicuous position.
After taking a deep look at the sandalwood box in which the Firescale Sword was stored, and then at the other treasures, Su Lie walked to the side of the mechanism, ready to close the entrance.
Snapped!
Just when Su Lie was about to play with the secret room, a hand grabbed his wrist abruptly.
"Palace Master Su, don't worry! Since it's already opened, why don't you let me appreciate it too."
Through the silvery moonlight through the window, Su Lie saw that the person speaking in front of him was a handsome young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.
Who is this person?
When did you come in?
Why didn't I find out?
"you¡¡"
The horrified Su Lie just opened his mouth when the handsome young man pointed at him with a sword, and struck him more than ten times like lightning, sealing all the big holes in his body, making him unable to even speak.
[Walking into the dark secret room, you tap the wall lightly, and find that there are small hidden compartments next to the wooden shelf where the treasures are stored]
"I didn't expect to have unexpected gains!"
Hearing the prompt from the system in his mind, Song Yifei showed a gleam of joy on his face, ignored Su Lie who was frozen there, stepped into the secret room, and tapped bit by bit along the wooden frame.
The place is not big, so it was easy for him to find it.
Without looking for any mechanism or key to open it, Song Yifei's fingers overflowed with sword energy, like inserting tofu, inserted into the hard blue rock, and dug out the rock outside the hidden compartment with his fingers.
Then he took out a cheat book and a sheepskin painting from inside.
How can it be?
How does he know?
Su Lie, who witnessed all this with his own eyes, almost popped out of his shocked eyes.
The secret compartment was set up very secretly, and only he knew it. Even if ordinary people open the secret room, they will never think that there will be hidden compartments inside like nesting dolls.
Song Yifei naturally wouldn't explain this to him.
The villain died of talking too much.
"Thirteen deadly swords!"
Seeing the name on the cheat book, Song Yifei showed a slight joy on his face. This is a peerless martial skill, and it is well-known in the world.
But what surprised Song Yifei even more was another piece of parchment.
The above is not a martial arts secret book, but a painting, a tattooed man holding a black long sword.
What surprised Song Yifei was that he could feel a faint sword intent just by looking at it.
"This painting should be used to assist in the practice of swordsmanship, maybe I can directly realize it!"
Just do it when you think of it, Song Yifei picked up the cheat book of "Thirteen Swords of Death" and started to read it.
With his current cultivation base, he can basically memorize the martial arts cheats after reading it once. With the support of a powerful sword intent, he can also comprehend a few points.
As long as people's accumulation is deep enough, it can indeed make up for the shortcomings of understanding to a certain extent, which is another kind of practice makes perfect.
theAfter Song Yifei wrote down the [Thirteen Swords of Death], and went to look at the pictures on the parchment, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
[The golden cicada is aware of it before it moves, plotting against impermanence and death without knowing it. Seeing the intent of the life-slaying sword left by the predecessors, you feel something in your heart, abandon the sword, and get the soul of the sword]
Song Yifei closed his eyes, and the move of "Thirteen Death-killing Swords" kept flashing in his mind.
The first form is to seal the throat with the sword!
The second type returns to seize the moon!
The third type of Qingfeng cut noodles!
The fifth type of boots with the head down!
The seventh form, time flies!
The tenth type retreats back to Yan!
The thirteenth form kills gods and destroys Buddhas!
After all the sword techniques took root in his mind, a sword intent of absolute stillness and absolute death emanated from Song Yifei.
The sword intent inserted on the bluestone mountain in the dantian absorbs this brand new sword intent and becomes more real, developing like a solid bronze sword intent.
At this time, a sudden thought flashed through Song Yifei's mind.
Why is it that the sword intent, sword intent, and boxing intent are all blue when they develop to the end?
Obviously, it is difficult for someone to lend him this question.
He nodded briefly, but he didn't pay much attention to it
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible! !
At this time, Su Lie was so shocked that he almost went crazy, because he also practiced [Thirteen Swords of Death], and he was familiar with the sword intent of [Thirteen Swords of Death].
The person in front of him just looked at it once, and he has already comprehended the deepest level of sword intent, and this extremely pure feeling made Su Lie unable to help but suspect that the other party had reached the state of perfection.
How can this be!
How could there be such a thing in the world!
Even if it is a genius, it is impossible to fully comprehend it just by reading it once.
His father, Daoist Sihai, has been practicing for 20 years since he got the [Thirteen Swords of Desperation] before he reached the state of consummation.
The person in front of him is either a monster! Or you have practiced [Thirteen Death-killing Swords] before!
Su Lie is more willing to believe the latter.
After simply taking a few treasures that looked pleasing to the eye, Song Yifei walked out of the secret room with the Fire Scale Sword and the sword manual of [Thirteen Deadly Swords], as well as the sword intention.
Looking at Su Lie standing at the door of the secret room, Song Yifei showed a playful smile on his face.
"What do you think I should do with you?"
After thinking for a while, Song Yifei raised a finger, exuding a sharp sword intent, and slowly pointed towards Su Lie's forehead.
"Let's kill it! It's easier!"
No! No! No!
I am a senior member of the Wudang faction!
My father is the Supreme Elder, a master of the Grand Master Realm!
You can't kill me!
You can't kill me!
Su Lie's eyes widened to the extreme, and he roared and shouted crazily in his heart, but he couldn't change Song Yifei's gesture of pointing his fingers between his eyebrows.
Buzz!
A ray of invisible sword intent pierced through Su Lie's brow, striking the window casement behind him, and the hard rock window sill split a hair-like gap soundlessly.
"Slightly slightly"
Su Lie's Adam's apple rolled, but he still didn't say a word after all. The terrified expression froze, and his eyes gradually lost their luster, turning gray and empty.
As if doing a trivial thing, Song Yifei withdrew his fingers and walked out of the room calmly.
The yard was shrouded in moonlight, and it was quiet, not even the ants and insects moved, as if they were dormant due to the bitter cold of winter.
Song Yifei stroked his chin, thinking about a question.
Through the experience of comprehending the "Thirteen Swords of Death" just now, he has a bold guess.
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