Suddenly!
The long sword trembled slightly and fell down silently, and even the trace of spiritual power remaining in his body was instantly mobilized.
This sword.
The power is naturally much greater than before.
There was a soft pop.
The stone wall in front of him was like paper, and it fell apart in an instant, revealing a three-foot-square stone chamber at the back.
One side of the stone chamber.
Inlaid with a fist-sized pearl, shrouded in a faint halo, the scene inside the stone room can be seen at a glance.
A simple stone bed.
A skeleton is sitting cross-legged, and it is unknown how long it has been dead.
On the stone wall next to the skeleton, there are several rows of crooked small characters, but there is nothing else.
"My name is Qingyuan."
"I love swords all my life and am crazy about swords."
"But the sky is unfair. I was born with no pulse and cannot practice cultivation."
"You can be born like an ant, but you should have the ambition of a swan. Your life is as thin as a piece of paper, but you have an unyielding heart! So what if you are a mortal! A single spark can start a prairie fire, and a drop of water can penetrate a stone! I use my mortal body to learn from mortals.
Martial arts, study the swordsmanship of mortals carefully, and when the deadline comes, sublime it to the extreme, kill the ninth level monks in the Qi Condensation stage and lay low in the cold mountain!"
"Leave three sword moves to wait for someone who is destined to do so!"
below.
But it's the three sword moves and the annotations.
"mortal."
Gu Han glanced at the skeleton again, with a complicated look on his face.
The sword in Uncle Wang's hand.
Needless to say.
It must be from Qingyuan.
"amazing."
He sighed softly.
To him, these three sword moves have no secret at all, and their effects are as great as the Blood Spirit Art.
They are all the same, but they all follow the path of burning themselves, fighting for their lives, and burning both jade and stone. However, even so, it is unimaginable to kill a ninth-level Qi Condensation monk with a pure mortal body.
It is no less difficult than killing a tiger with bare hands.
"Pity."
The witch felt a little sorry.
"If this person can practice, no matter what his qualifications are, he will definitely shine."
"good."
Gu Han thought so.
With Qingyuan's character, if he could practice cultivation and only had half the qualifications of Mr. Sword, and fight him with Zhan Qing in hand, he would definitely fall into a hard fight, or even fight to the death.
He praised it.
Nor are these three sword moves.
It's Qingyuan's will.
A spark of fire can start a prairie fire, and a drop of water can penetrate rocks.
"mortal."
"The will of the world."
He kept whispering, as if he had fallen into some kind of epiphany again, and the seed in his heart had grown a lot again.
Human fireworks.
negligible.
But hundreds of fireworks can cover the clouds and avoid the moon.
And thousands of fireworks have the potential to sweep across!
What if... how much more?
Come back to consciousness again.
But he saw the witch staring at him without blinking.
"how's it going?"
"I saw a... road."
"road?"
The witch didn't seem surprised.
"If others knew that you could understand the existence of the road even after going through a personal tribulation, they would probably be jealous of you."
"How to say?"
"There are very few people who can understand the path. They are all the most gifted among geniuses. Your path gives me a very strong and special feeling."
"..."
Gu Han was silent for a moment.
"Because...you are on that road."
because of you.
I saw the human world.
You are here.
Chapter completed!