Deep in the Qingping Mountains west of Sifang City.

A flock of birds flew out of the forest.

Gu Yusheng's figure moved quickly in the forest.

After a cup of tea, Gu Yusheng could no longer hold on and fell to the ground from above the forest. His sword was on the ground, one hand was hanging on the tree pole, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood.

He glanced behind him, took out the spiritual gourd from his waist, and took a strong sip of wine.

Although he didn't feel the chasing aura, he still didn't relax at all, and wiped away the blood stains sprayed on the ground with a flick of his hand.

He endured the surge in his internal organs.

We continued flying at low altitude deep into Qingping Mountain for another hour.

It wasn't until he reached a place with complicated mountains that he landed again and casually killed a demon bird perched on the cliff and occupied its nest.

"puff."

Gu Yusheng, who was exhausted, spat out a mouthful of blood again.

He hung the wooden sword in front of him where he could hold it at any time, and then began to check himself. He first looked at his internal organs. Although his blood was surging at the moment, fortunately, his internal organs were not seriously damaged, only the remaining sword.

The Qi is so agitated that the sword Qi contains a strange and cold ghostly Qi, which must be driven out as soon as possible.

Gu Yusheng glanced at his chest again. Fine drops of blood oozed from his skin, and there were countless fine sword energy residues on his sternum. There was a jade-colored film on the surface of the bones, which was constantly trying to repair itself.

"What a risk."

Gu Yusheng was still frightened.

At the same time, I am also glad that I have strengthened myself step by step at the beginning of my cultivation. Both my meridians and bones have been cultivated to the extreme.

In addition, the Dantian formed from the Yuan Fei can hold far more spiritual energy than people of the same realm.

Otherwise, he would have been exhausted by the fierce battles he had fought since Sifang City.

Gu Yusheng sat cross-legged and slowly activated the Tai Qing Ling Yin Jue to first calm down the disordered breath and countercurrent blood energy.

In his mind, the sword that the ghost elder of the Four Swords Sect raised his hand to cast appeared.

During the Qingyun Sect's competition, he also saw the disciples of the Sijian Sect perform ghost sword skills.

But compared to the ghost sword technique displayed by Yin Huai in the seventh realm, it was completely different.

"It turns out that swordsmanship in the world is also divided into different ways and directions."

Gu Yusheng spent a lot of time to calm down his blood energy, but the cold ghost energy in his inner palace still existed, like maggots in the tarsal bones, and it was difficult to completely get rid of it in a short time.

Gu Yusheng slowly activated the second half of the Tai Qing Ling Yin taught by Fang Qiuliang. Although the spiritual energy absorbed from heaven and earth could remove part of it, the speed was still too slow.

According to the estimate of taking care of the rest of my life, it will take at least a few months to fully recover.

Dark night shrouds the rolling mountains of Qingping Mountain.

Gu Yusheng held the spirit gourd at the entrance of the cave and drank. The wine in the spirit gourd absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, which greatly helped his injuries and could also temporarily suppress the cold ghost energy in his internal organs.

This gave Gu Yusheng some peace of mind.

Deep in the mountains, everything is silent.

Gu Yusheng stood on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the sky full of stars.

At this time, although he was injured.

But his mood was better than ever. Over the years, he had accumulated too much resentment in his heart. Thinking back to the fight with people in Sifang City today, Gu Yusheng was shocked by the evil energy accumulated in his body.

He even doubted it.

If he hadn't vented his anger and released it today, he might have secretly nurtured inner demons and eventually become possessed.

Gu Yusheng made a casual move.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword fell into his palm, and it seemed to have turned back into the ordinary wooden sword it was before. However, the burnt marks on it from Wan Feng's lightning skills still remained.

Killing Wan Feng was the happiest thing in Gu Yu's life.

But he also has new hatred in his heart. He understands that in this world, people like the ghost elders of the Sijian Sect are the culprits of causing tragedies in the world. They can always stand in the light and accuse others wantonly, so why not

It doesn't push people into darkness.

Hypocritical, cunning, and flaunting himself as righteous.

When there are real injustices and sufferings in the world, they will stand aloof and never cast their eyes on the dust.

Feeling the vague coldness in my heart.

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath and held the sword in his hand tightly.

In the eyes of the world, with his fifth-level cultivation, he took the sword of the seventh-level golden elixir monk. He might be astonished to heaven and worthy of praise, but Gu Yusheng knew better than ever in his heart that the seventh-level and sixth-level

How big is the gap between them.

He used all his strength to take the sword.

If there is any slight difference.

Then there will be no recovery!

"Golden Core Realm..."

Gu Yusheng looked up at the sky.

He desires to be stronger than ever.

But he also understands that the road to spiritual practice is long and arduous.

Whether it was Wan Feng's lightning control technique or Yin Huai's ghost swordsmanship, it was an eye-opener for Gu Yusheng.

He does not belittle himself, but he does not dare to underestimate the practitioners in the world.

"My practice is not enough!"

Gu Yusheng stroked the wooden sword in his hand little by little.

He was very lucky that when he was in Qingyun Town, he listened to Fang Qiuliang's words and practiced with concentration for a period of time. If it hadn't been for those months of accumulation, today's trip to Sifang City would have narrowly escaped death.

When the stars in the sky shifted, Gu Yusheng's heart felt as calm as water.

The future is bleak.

Keep fighting with the sword!

The only thing that puzzled him was why his life was shortened by a year when he broke into the Lost Sea and crossed from ship to ship.

Do you regret it?

Gu Yusheng leaned on the cold stone on the edge of the cliff, drinking little by little.

He asked himself.

Just to save a red fish.

I have lost one year in vain. If I had used this year to practice, my realm would be even higher now.

Is it worth it?

Gu Yusheng didn't find the answer.

When the early morning light fell on Gu Yusheng's face, he suddenly smiled.

He didn't know if it was worth it.

But he has no regrets!

He did have good intentions at that time.

For no reason, I just wanted to save that red fish.

That's all.

Since the elder from Sijianmen didn't come to him, he planned to continue walking forward.

He is going to the border of Qingping Prefecture.

Searching for his father's lost book box.

Perhaps the gentle sunshine of the morning sun made Gu Yusheng's heart feel much warmer, and the cold ghostly energy hidden in his internal organs was no longer so uncomfortable.

He is in no hurry to fly in the air.

Instead, he walked all the way through the mountains.

Yesterday's battle.

It benefited him a lot.

It is necessary to carefully understand the mystery of each sword draw.

Sifang City.

Deep in the quiet courtyard.

The ghost elder of the Sijian Sect was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the main hall. He was making secrets with his hands, and a dark and cold ghost energy surged around his body. The cold ghost energy turned into fine sword threads, which was extremely mysterious.
To be continued...