When the disaster came, Feng Jiao, who had no connection with He Xiaolian, stepped forward inexplicably and took great risks to help him.
Although both of them had learned swordsmanship from Wang Twelve, they had not developed any friendship at all.
Moreover, the soul in Feng Jiao's body now is obviously not the same one as before.
If anything, He Xiaolian even vaguely disliked this person.
Just because there is a sense in and out of his words that the way of heaven is superior to the way of swordsmanship. I can't say whether he is right or wrong, but it will somewhat disgust the pure sword cultivators.
Therefore, it was difficult for He Xiaolian to understand Fengjiao's approach of saving his own life. Instead of being very grateful, he felt that there was something wrong with the other person's brain.
"Brother He."
Fengjiao turned around and smiled at him, with a gentle and soft voice. The figure standing in the light was slender and tall, and elegant, like a handsome young man from a well-born family. He was completely different from the cold and arrogant swordsman before.
People unconsciously feel good about him, "We say goodbye today, I don't know when we will see you again, so please take care of yourself."
"you……"
He Xiaolian was stunned when he heard this, and blurted out, "Want to leave?"
"Some old acquaintances are here."
Feng Jiao smiled faintly, "If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."
"Why save me?"
He Xiaolian hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask.
"Of course it's to sell you a favor."
Fengjiao said seriously, "I'll be able to repay my kindness in the future."
He Xiaolian "..."
The other party's answer was too straightforward, but he didn't know how to respond.
"Brother He."
Feng Jiao suddenly laughed and said, "There is a long way to go, so let's take good care of each other and say goodbye."
After that, he disappeared into the light out of thin air. He Xiaolian's powerful consciousness, which is now comparable to the realm of chaos, was not able to catch the other party's leaving movements.
"Ka! Ka Ka! Ka Ka Ka!"
Just when he was in a daze, there was a sudden sound of rocks breaking behind him.
He Xiaolian subconsciously looked back. His whole body turned to stone instantly, and the expression on his face was really wonderful.
I saw cracks appearing on the surface of Kunwu's sword wall, spreading at an unimaginable speed.
"boom!"
After about ten breaths, the entire stone wall was finally covered with cracks and could no longer be sustained. It collapsed with a loud noise and turned into hundreds of thousands of rocks.
Some of the broken stones rolled to the ground, some fell off the cliff, and some flew into the distance.
The treasure of the Kunwu Sword Palace, the stone wall that records the legend of the supreme swordsmanship, was actually chopped into pieces by Zhong Wen's sword!
Just at this moment, two figures "suddenly" appeared above the cliff. It was Passepartout and Wang Twelve who hurried back to the rescue.
"Gan!"
Looking at the rubble all over the ground, Passepartout couldn't help but become furious and cursed loudly, "That bastard who killed a thousand swords, I haven't even had time to comprehend much of the content on the sword wall!"
"How to deal with it now?"
Wang Twelve grimaced, his expression also very ugly, "It's broken into pieces like that, I don't know if it can be put back together."
"set up?"
This casual sentence fell in Passepartout's ears, but it was like the sound of the great road, which made him enlightened and suddenly realized, "Yes, so what if it is broken? Can't it just be put back together?"
"Do you really want to fight?"
Wang Twelve glanced at him with a strange look, "There are so many films, I don't know if I can find them all."
"With your and my spiritual consciousness."
But Passepartout seemed determined to play the jigsaw puzzle, "Not to mention a few hundred pieces, even if it is broken into thousands of pieces, how could it not be recovered? It's just a matter of spending more time... Huh?"
The conversation stopped abruptly midway through.
The two of them seemed to have noticed something, and almost simultaneously looked down at He Xiaolian's position.
He Xiaolian didn't pay much attention to the conversation between Passepartout and Wang Twelve.
He didn't even notice the two of them appearing.
At this time, he was staring at a piece of gravel on the ground, his whole body motionless, like a sculpture.
The Kunwu sword wall was broken into hundreds or thousands of pieces, and it was just a very inconspicuous piece among them. It just happened to roll down to He Xiaolian's feet.
However, the moment his eyes fell on the stone, He Xiaolian trembled all over, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had seen something rare and rare, and he could not bear to look away anymore, even his eyeballs almost came out of his eye sockets.
Staring out.
There are also various lines and concavities on the cross-section of the stone, which are similar to the outer surface, but not exactly the same.
When the sword wall is complete, these internal features are naturally invisible.
that is
Such an inconspicuous little stone brought He Xiaolian a completely different feeling.
At this moment, in his eyes, some of the stripes on the surface and cross section seemed to come alive, connected together to form a complete pattern.
A mysterious and mysterious pattern!
A little inspiration came from nowhere, and slowly flowed along the lines of the pattern. It soon completed a full circle, and then started all over again. It was an endless cycle.
What flowed along with the spiritual light was a sword intention in He Xiaolian's body.
It starts from the Dantian, rises rapidly along a new path, flows all the way to between the eyebrows, then returns to the Dantian from the other side, and then starts again, starting over and over again.
He just felt that his whole body was at ease, and his consciousness seemed to be soaked in a silver spring, which was cool, clear, and sparkling. Every time he stayed for a breath, his thoughts became clearer, and his understanding of the way of the sword became more and more solid.
getting stronger.
In the eyes of Passepartout and Wang Twelve, He Xiaolian always stood there motionless like a sculpture, but the aura on his body was soaring at an unimaginable speed, and the terrifying sword intent continued to overflow and flow between the heaven and the earth.
, like turbulent waves, layer upon layer, one wave stronger than the other, as if there is no limit.
As the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, even the two major disciples of the Sword Palace did not dare to resist with their physical bodies, and had to retreat continuously to distance themselves from him.
"what's the situation?"
Feeling the stinging pain coming from the surface of his skin, Wang Twelve's eyes widened with disbelief written on his face, "Is it possible that he also changed his soul?"
"I see!"
Passepartout was also shocked. As he glanced around, he suddenly noticed the gravel at He Xiaolian's feet. An idea flashed in his mind and he blurted out, "It's the Kunwu Sword Wall!"
"you mean……"
Wang Twelve followed his line of sight and immediately spotted the piece of gravel. "What sword technique did he realize from this stone?"
Passepartout did not answer, but completely released his consciousness and carefully scanned a radius of dozens of miles.
Suddenly, his feet moved, and his whole person disappeared in a "snap".
When he appeared again, he was already on a ruins several miles away. He bent down to pick up a piece of gravel on the ground, held it in his palm and played with it carefully.
Upon seeing this, he immediately froze on the spot, motionless, as if a restraining spell had been cast on him.
Could it be...!
After discovering his strange behavior, Wang Twelve's heart moved, and he decisively followed suit, also using his spiritual consciousness to explore the broken stones of the sword wall scattered everywhere.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he shouted softly, and instantly appeared on the edge of the cliff. He also picked up a piece of gravel and began to observe it carefully.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, this stone is not much different from other gravels, but in Wang Twelve's eyes, the lines on the surface and cross section of the stone seem to suddenly come to life and connect together on their own, forming a mysterious picture.
And a unique picture.
A picture that only he can understand.
Wang Twelve, who had repeatedly failed in front of the complete sword wall in the past, actually realized an extremely difficult swordsmanship from this piece of rubble.
His unique swordsmanship!
Have we all understood it wrong all along?
The Kunwu Sword Wall has to be broken before it can play its true role?
He clearly felt that his swordsmanship was rising like a rocket. While Wang Twelve was ecstatic, he couldn't help but have such an incredible thought in his mind.
The same strange phenomenon is happening in every corner of the battlefield.
Liu Qiqi, who also lost his weapon and was in a demonic state, was extremely powerful. His black and red sword energy was so violent and unparalleled that he was unparalleled in his dominance. He even single-handedly beat the dog and the master to the left and right, and they retreated continuously.
Thanks to the strength of these two people and their profound cultivation, although they were at a disadvantage, they did not appear defeated for the time being.
If it were any other cultivator of the Chaos Realm in the world, he would probably be crushed to pieces by Liu Qiqi's terrifying sword energy just by meeting him.
As the two sides fought more and more fiercely, dozens of gravels suddenly flew from the distance, smashed to the ground, and rolled away in random directions.
Ordinarily, this level of interference would not have any impact on the battle between top sword cultivators.
Unexpectedly, Liu Qiqi and the dog suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the two gravels on the ground, as if they were in trance, motionless and thoughtful.
"Boy, you..."
Sensing something strange about the dog, Mr. Hao was about to ask a question when his eyes accidentally fell on a piece of gravel in the distance. He couldn't help but look shocked, his whole body froze, and there was a look of obsession on his face, and he couldn't bear to let it go anymore.
Look away.
The shattering of Kunwu's sword wall actually turned the shocking contest between many top sword cultivators into a "Stone Appreciation Conference".