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Text Chapter 64 The Road to the Sword Immortal

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    The two walked very fast, and within a few moments, they had arrived at a stone room with retro decoration.  Qinglong seemed to be quite afraid of this woman. He lowered his eyes and said nothing along the way. Seeing that he finally arrived at his destination, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Just as he was about to call someone to report, the stone door in front of him rumbled open.  The Ghost King's faint voice came from inside the house: "You haven't been back to Huqi Mountain for hundreds of years, right?" His words were half tired, half helpless, and even a little bitexcited!  The woman in white still had a cold face, but the blood-colored anger around her body subsided unconsciously. She stood in front of the stone chamber, took a breath, and finally stepped in. The stone chamber was spacious and bright, and although the furnishings were not luxurious, they were dignified and grand.  , a middle-aged man with thin eyebrows and a square face, an elegant face, and no hint of evil was standing in front of the case, looking at her with a smile: "Long time no see, how are you?" The woman in white didn't answer him, just stood there in a daze.  Then, a hand as white as jade stretched out from the white robe and gently pressed it on the jade table. There was a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "Have you never changed my adoptive father's things in all these years?"  Her voice was trembling, as if she was trying to suppress her emotions.  The corner of the Ghost King's mouth moved, but he did not speak immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath: "When my mentor was dying a hundred years ago, he once told me that he had done many regretful things in his life, especially  For you" "That's enough!" The woman in white shouted. She didn't know what she thought of, but her voice was a little choked.  The Ghost King's shoulders trembled slightly, but soon calmed down.  When he opened his eyes again, although the vicissitudes of life and sadness were still engraved on his face, there was already a faint light in his eyes - the gaze that seemed to see through the vicissitudes of the world!  "Forget it, let's not talk about that." The corner of the Ghost King's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling, but it seemed to be full of bitterness. He waved his hand and said, "Come and take a look at this thing!" Bai Yi  The woman's face was pale, but she still took the roll of sheepskin drawings from the Ghost King's hand. After just one glance, her expression changed drastically, and a faint chill seeped out of her heart. She raised her head and pointed at the Ghost King: "You  You are crazy, you actually want to activate the 'Four Spirits Blood Formation', have you forgotten your adoptive father's instructions? " "Of course I have not forgotten it. The four spirits gathered together, and the purgatory appeared again, destroying the world.  Destroy the Earth! I will always remember the inscription on the Fulong Cauldron!" He reached out to take back the parchment and placed it in front of the case. With undisguised enthusiasm on his face, he stretched out his hand and pressed it down gently, as if  Putting the whole world into his palm: "If our Ghost King Sect has the 'Four Spirits Blood Formation', then we will be able to dominate the world just around the corner." ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ The heartless bottom of the sea, the Yin Demon Palace.  This is a dead world, surrounded by desolation, only above the head, there seems to be endless galaxies, and the sky is full of stars.  Long Xuan closed his eyes slightly and stood silently, holding two swords in both hands. The Qingping Sword in his left hand was filled with thunder and lightning, and the Dragon Slaying Sword in his right hand was filled with sword energy!  In a radius of 100 meters around him, forty-nine men in purple clothes holding swords surrounded him. Their cultivation level seemed to be comparable to that of Long Xuan, but their faces were blurry.  "Boy, you really impressed me. You actually advanced your swordsmanship to such a level in just half a month. As long as you pass the last stage of the 'Zhaobi Tianyan', you can break through the wall."  "Yeah!" Old Yin Mo's lazy voice sounded in the sky, but it seemed to contain a hint of shock.  "Senior Yin Mo has created such good conditions for the boy. If the boy can't make any progress, wouldn't he be ashamed of Senior Yin Mo's cultivation!" Long Xuan said calmly without opening his eyes, and the sword power all over his body was overwhelming.  "Forty-eight of the forty-nine sides of the wall have been broken by you. Today, the last gatekeeper is using my own 'Wuwang Yin Demon Technique'. I hope it can give you some understanding."  !" The old man Yin Mo sighed softly and shouted.  As he finished speaking, the forty-nine people in purple suddenly stepped forward in an extremely orderly manner and made a loud "wow" sound.  Then he took several consecutive steps and accelerated rapidly. Forty-nine shining swords were radiating with cold light!  Along with the light of their swords, there was also a trace of inexplicable and obscure power, as if trying to arouse Long Xuan's inner demons.  Long Xuan snorted softly and opened his eyes. There seemed to be two sword shadows, black and white, rising and falling in his eyes. His body trembled and turned into lightning. He passed by the criss-crossing sword net and swung his right hand to kill the dragon with a sharp strike.  The sword light flashed and was extinguished instantly.  "Poof!" Two blood flowers flashed through the void. At some point, the two purple-robed men who came behind Long Xuan and intended to attack them both vomited blood and fell back. The leading purple-robed swordsman was in mid-air and made a strange move.  Gesture, the next moment, forty-nine people actually formed a mysterious formation, the sword light was like a spider web spread across the space of hundreds of feet, the sharp sword intent almost penetrated the world, untilThere is also a trace of inexplicable and dark evil power in the clouds, which should be what the old man Yin Mo calls "the great art of Wuwu Yin Mo"!  "Kill!" Long Xuanqing shouted, wielding two swords with both hands, using the "Thunder Sword Technique" with his left hand and the "Dragon Slaying Sword Technique" with his right hand. He turned his body in the air to avoid a piece of sword light, then suddenly retreated and then avoided it.  A flash of sword light, his body turned into a rainbow, soared into the sky, and he avoided the sword light again. He was not only dodging, but also attacking. With each sword, it became more and more fierce, and the changes became more and more subtle.  At the beginning, the swordsmanship was ready-made, but after two hundred swords, his swordsmanship could be done at will, and he could send and receive it according to his heart.  He started with Thunder Slash, and ended with Dragon Slaying; he started with Tai Chi Swordsmanship, and ended with Lightning Escape Dragon His swordsmanship became slower and slower, but also became sharper and sharper.  The power of the sword style seems to have been increased to the limit. It is even more difficult to improve each sword a little bit.  "Chi!", in the void, three sword lights criss-crossed, and two indistinguishable human heads flew up. The headless corpse left behind rubbed the ground and slid out, gradually dissipating into nothingness Dragon  Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and his state of mind seemed to have sunk into an extremely ethereal realm.  The heart is as bright as a mirror and the will is as ice!  Every time the sword thrust out, it became more and more perfect. The sword light was as bright as a shooting star in the night sky. Although it only existed for a moment, it was extremely beautiful and captivating.  Long Xuan understood that although these sword moves were exquisite, they were rubbish. In the forty-nine levels of "Zhaobi Tianyan" battles, he gradually realized the essence of the sword, the soul of the sword!  "The art of swordsmanship is so extreme that one sword can create all kinds of magic, and one sword can also break all kinds of magic!"  He closed his eyes slightly, swung the dragon-slaying sword in the air, and slashed down with a thick green sword light in the air. "Poof!" Three heads in a straight line flew up again. Long Xuan's glasses suddenly lit up, and there was a dazzling purple thunder.  , like lightning and flint, drawing a stunning arc in the void. Wherever it goes, the ground is riddled with holes, sword marks are everywhere, and everything is desolate.  The four purple-robed swordsmen within the scope of the sword energy were cut in half, and the last one was left!  Long Xuan stopped, turned around, crossed his swords, and with two rays of light, one purple and one green, instantly cut the sword in the hand of the purple-robed swordsman. The sword was broken and he died!  Putting away his sword and standing there, Long Xuan took a breath and retreated from the surging murderous intention. His consciousness gradually became clearer. He raised his head and looked around, only to see that the earth was full of devastation.  At the same time, inexplicable warm currents flowed into Long Xuan's body from all directions, making him feel relaxed. Not only that, the "Tai Chi Yin and Yang Diagram" in his Dantian rotated rapidly and became more solid. Outside the Heart Sword  The Gang Fire burned stronger and stronger, and the green flames gradually compressed and turned into indigo flames!  The third level of super clearness!  Three turns of the Heart Sword!  They broke through at the same time. Long Xuan took a deep breath. The next moment, his figure gradually faded and disappeared in this world!  In the main hall of the Yin Demon Palace, a twisted arc of black and white light suddenly appeared. The light faded away, and Long Xuan emerged from it. He turned around and saw that the last relief on the four walls of the hall had indeed been broken.  This "Zhaobi Tianyan" was sculpted by the old man Yinmo and his forty-eight close friends. Each relief contains a drop of blood and a trace of the person's remembrance.  The trialists enter the relief and accept the test of their remaining will. As long as they pass, they can absorb and refine the drop of blood essence, consolidate or even break through the realm!  "Pa bang bang -" a crisp burst of applause came from behind. Long Xuan turned around and saw the old man Yin Mo coming in from a side door of the main hall with a look of admiration on his face: "Everyone who can be remembered in history  Every swordsman has his or her own path to swordsmanship. I think you have probably found your own path to swordsmanship, right?" Long Xuan bowed respectfully to the old man Yinmo, and said with a faint smile: "Senior Fa Yan, I have indeed learned from you.  The forty-nine senior masters got what they wanted from the trial!" "Oh?" The old man Yin Mo seemed to be very interested, with a slight smile on his face: "I'm curious.  What inspiration can people give you? " "When we, monks, started cultivating immortality, we wanted to live forever and be free and easy. The path of swordsmanship that I want to take is the path of great freedom and freedom.  The sword is unrestrained. One sword can create all kinds of magic, and one sword can destroy all kinds of magic!" Long Xuan raised his head and said calmly.  The last ten words revealed Long Xuan¡¯s edge!  Long Xuan's swordsmanship has not been so clear all along. He only knows how to walk instinctively and passively accept the inheritance from the outside world. But at this moment, his swordsmanship has finally been fully filled.  Although this sword path is destined to be full of ups and downs and thorns!  If you don't see it, even if Sword Phoenix shatters the void and transforms three thousand kendos into the Five Taixuan Swords, he still wouldn't dare to say that all the laws are born and destroyed under his sword.  But if he can get through it, Long Xuan will be the number one swordsman in the world, comparable to those characters who exist in epic legends.  "One sword can create all kinds of magic, and one sword can destroy all kinds of magic?" Old Man Yinmo saidChewing these ten words, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he smiled while stroking his hands: "Good boy, you are so crazy! If you are allowed to follow this path, maybe even I and the old ghost from Kunlun won't know how to do it."  He is your opponent!" Long Xuan was startled and asked in surprise: "Are there many people like Senior in the land of China?" The old man Yin Mo laughed and said proudly: "Boy, you are worrying too much. In the land of China today,  , I know that the only one who is as famous as me is the old guy under Tianchi in Kunlun Mountain in northern Xinjiang. After all, it is not easy to use this secret method of stealing the sky! " PS: I just came back from learning to drive, so go to the second place immediately!  chapter!  PS: This is passed down from generation to generation, don¡¯t be offended if there are any problems
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