This is the empty place where the true spirit wandered before, trapped in his purple palace and the words he saw were naturally also reflected in his heart.

Cheng Zhiyuan saw everything here through the mottled and rusty ancient sword, and at the same time he could also detect the movements outside his body, the wind and sand, the brilliance of the sun, the gaze of the sword prodigy, and the shaking sand of the golden leaves of the old tree with its crooked neck

Voice.

Since you have already come in, what you need to do next is to guide the four symbols according to the luck technique in the Sword Chapter.

It was blurry and hazy, and Cheng Zhiyuan felt a cold direction, like the broken walls left by the ancient times, refusing to access the rest, and also had some repulsion with his own body.

I think that should be the direction where the sword of the qiuyi is located.

The ancient sword vibrated slightly, and the smoke and dust around began to release a kind of guiding force. Then, Xi Changhe suddenly became a little irritable.

It was blocked by a cold murderous intent.

After these silences, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly felt a wave of weakness and pain, and instantly understood what the sentence "Use your great will to subdue" means.

The ancient sword trembled gently, and the smoke and dust on it turned into two palms, and began to guide the breath. The river slowly moved, slowly, slowly, with the perseverance like the spring breeze and rain, gradually melting the cold murderous intent.

This process made Cheng Zhiyuan feel weak and painful, but soon, good feedback came.

The cold murderous intent was transformed into a corner. Cheng Zhiyuan tried to tentatively and realized that the sword was now unowned and was also in a weak state.

So its defense was broken, like a paper tiger, and what was transmitted back was another kind of fearful consciousness.

It felt that it was heading for decay, which was unacceptable for a sword born for killing. It would rather break it than rust and die. This was a great insult to the sword.

Cheng Zhiyuan's consciousness walked in and saw the rusty sword that was husking and trembling, and then stretched out his hands forward.

He kept in mind the warning of the Sword Prophet Boy and was to be "interested" with the Sword.

The sword of the hustle and bustle is hostile.

Cheng Zhiyuan spoke, and at this moment, he clearly heard the "heart voice" of the sword.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not hostile to you."

"come to me."

The sword of the hustle weapon trembled and emitted a fierce sword intent, but Cheng Zhiyuan just stood still, still maintaining his previous posture.

How to subdue the sword's intention is a skill and challenge. Of course, sincerity will make you feel good.

"The way should be in the Sword Chapter...let me think about it..."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the qiuqi and thought for a while. He felt his mind clearer than ever before. Soon, he took a deep breath, immersed himself in his mood, and slowly spoke, saying the four words in the Sword Chapter.

"Zhou Shan is a sword."

I am good at using swords.

These words fall into the "heart voice" of the sword, like a drop of clear spring in the turbid water.

One person and one sword, the stalemate lasted for a long time. In the end, the sword of the hustle weapon stopped trembling and flew away slowly, falling into Cheng Zhiyuan's palm.

At this moment, a sharp meaning burst out from the sword, and Cheng Zhiyuan's divine thoughts were cut open in an instant!

"Don't be afraid."

Cheng Zhiyuan endured the pain and stroked the sword with his second hand, finally letting the sword not continue to show its power.

The breath from all directions surged into the sword weapon and flowed into the palm of his hand along the sword. Cheng Zhiyuan felt that at this time he had entered the spirit or consciousness of the sword, which was an extremely comfortable and stable force.

What I fed back from the sword was even more comforting, as if the sword had really turned into its own arm.

This is simply addictive, but it does conform to the world's rules of bitterness first and sweetness later.

A long sound suddenly appeared in the divine mind's ears, and the sound of a roar rose, and the wind was soaring up, making it difficult for the sky to stop it.

On the Yuan of Huang Li.

What Cheng Zhiyuan didn't know or could not see was that the old tree with golden leaves was hanging a golden breath.

It is faint, but it brews a great power of life, as strong as a mountain and as vast as the sky.

Cheng Zhiyuan walked away, and his mind was immersed in this moment, and there was no way to know the changes in external objects. The golden crooked old tree was once again hanging from it, which was extremely heavy, like a mountain and a sea hiding in it, and it was hard to say that it was high and insignificant, like a nine-sky ridge.

If you can look carefully, you can see that there are all kinds of strange phenomena in these golden breaths.

It seemed like a big mountain, turning into a green dragon and scattering on the ground, thousands of trees were his dragon scales, mountains and rivers were his flesh and blood, and the lake was like the mane of a dragon, eternal and distant, huge and amazing.

The dragon never raised its head, but still looked like mountains and seas, living quietly in the illusion.

This seems to reflect Cheng Zhiyuan's situation at this time.

During these ten days, Cheng Zhiyuan continued to squeeze his energy every day because of this old cypress tree. It seemed to be the source of life and the ancestor of all things.

It changes Cheng Zhiyuan in a subtle way.

The Sword Prodigy Boy sat under the tree and saw Cheng Zhiyuan's sword trembling slightly, and shouted:

"Actually, where is there any peerless sword technique?"

"Sword technique, the method of sword technique, and if you encounter more swords, you will understand more sword techniques. In short, all sword techniques are changed from those five moves."

"This sword of a hustle weapon is a real killing sword. Then its sword technique is just "killing". Fighting is the most powerful, fierce and uncast, cutting the necklace on top, killing the liver and lungs on the bottom, killing people to death,

Go ahead."

The Sword Prophet Boy looked ahead, and Cheng Zhiyuan sat, gradually entering the night from daytime.

Another black shadow came around the cypress tree. The sword prodigy sat under the tree without any reaction, because the black shadow that arrived this time seemed to be different from the corpse-wrapped swordsman who first attacked Cheng Zhiyuan.

This place is a burial land, so at night, some monsters will start to move.

So, for Cheng Zhiyuan now...

"Come on, let's show you something good. After so many days, don't make any progress."

The old god of the sword prodigy is here, with a kind of indifference. The first half of the sentence is about the black shadow, and the second half is about what Cheng Zhiyuan said.

The black shadow twisted and ran, like a flying light, pounced towards Cheng Zhiyuan fiercely!

The cold light on both hands was fierce, and he also carried an iron sword, just like the corpse-wrapped swordsman.

The world is full of ghosts and monsters, and there are endless noise!

Cheng Zhiyuan half-hunched his head, and as the black shadow flew over, he suddenly raised his head!

The light of fire eyes burst out from both eyes, and a strong wind suddenly rose on the flat ground!

I saw it, and saw the enemy's movement trajectory!

It was like a torch moving in the dark, but it became slower, so Cheng Zhiyuan's breathing stopped for a moment.

Don't go now.

When will it last?

The white rainbow pressed back on his hand, and the green snake flew to slash under the light!

It is unavoidable, as fast as thunder, and with just a sound of sound, the iron sword in the black shadow's hand was broken!

In the strong wind, the sword is hidden!

The black shadow was cut in two pieces head-on, and was perfectly cut from top to bottom. He just took one move and died on the spot. With a loud bang, he fell to the ground, shaking up dust!

The upper and lower body are separated, and the dead shape is exactly the same as the corpse-wrapped swordsman.

But that time, Cheng Zhiyuan was fighting for his life, and this time, he killed this thing casually.

After dozens of days of sweat, I finally achieved success in my studies.

The Sword Prophet Boy sat under the tree and didn't move, and asked, "What do you understand?"

Cheng Zhiyuan spoke up, although his voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were unprecedentedly clear and clear. He turned his back to the boy and faced the dead black shadow, as if he had completely realized the truth:
Chapter completed!