The First Sword of the Earth

"Why haven't you moved for so long?"

"Yes, yes! There are fluctuations! This is the third floor!"

"It's still every few seconds, this Feiyu's sword intent has a hand!"

At the entrance of Sword Seventy-Two, the group of Sword Sect disciples raised their heads expressionlessly, staring at the six senior masters above who were still insisting on exercising and rock climbing. They didn't know what to complain about... …

Young people are naturally looking forward to Jianzong's swordsmanship, but these masters who have been waiting for a lifetime have their own knots.

At this time, there is finally hope, and finally a chance to see the complete swordsmanship. These masters persisted for a while, and their moods became a little 'swayed' at this time, hanging on the stone wall and chatting very vigorously.

In fact, it is not only the state of mind that is indifferent to the world, but this kind of true self is also the state of the mind pursued by some practitioners.

Inside the cave, Wang Sheng had already stepped into the third floor, still holding the sword to break through, knocking out all the phantoms rushing out of the stone gate, and then turned his head to comprehend the sword skills on the stone wall for a while.

The swordsmanship carved on the stone walls around the third floor can already be called exquisite.

Wang Sheng had no intention of stealing his teacher, but the mutual verification with his Seven Star Sword Formation and Liangyi Sword gave him a lot of insights.

Except for Yujianshu, Wang Sheng didn't learn too much of Jianzong's swordsmanship, he always felt that he couldn't eat too much.

I don't have the excellent brains of my master, so I just focus on the Seven Star Sword Formation and Liangyi Sword Intent honestly...

Of course, if everything goes well this time, Wang Sheng will also devote his attention to sword control in the future.

After all, it is Yujianshu...

Or kill people thousands of miles away, and take the head of the enemy from the chaos; or step on the flying sword to roam between the heavens and the earth, and control thousands of swords in the palm of your hand!

Such swordsmanship and spells, which sword cultivator does not want to see its true form?

But although Wang Sheng was looking forward to it in his heart, he still walked very steadily.

He spent more than two hours on the third floor watching the swordplay here, took out the kettle and took a sip of plain water before pushing open the door to the third floor.

The first thirty-six levels,

Before Wang Sheng's Seven Star Sword Intent broke through, there would be no resistance; now that his Seven Star Sword Intent is complete, it is even more powerful.

If he hadn't stopped to comprehend the sword skills on the stone wall every time, and it took longer and longer to comprehend the sword skills each time, it would probably take only half an hour to break the current record of Sword Seventy-Two.

Gradually, the Taoists of Jian Zong, who were attached to the stone wall and jumped up several times, also began to understand why Wang Sheng spent more and more time on each floor.

They were not annoyed by the fact that the various sword techniques of the sect were looked down upon by outsiders. On the contrary, they felt that Wang Sheng, a young swordsman, was more reliable, and they pinned more hopes on Wang Sheng.

Finally, Wang Sheng pushed open the door leading to the fifth floor.

Two minutes later, the wave of the intersection of sword and intent swayed out through the stone wall again, making the Daoists hold their breath and concentrate on feeling it.

Due to the barriers of the stone wall and the formation, the fluctuations they could capture were already very weak, probably just some simple shocks.

And the only information they have to judge whether Wang Sheng is in a hard fight is the duration of the fluctuation.

In the thirty-eighth level, the fluctuation of the battle lasted for more than ten seconds;

The thirty-ninth level, the fluctuation of the battle lasted for half a minute, and the fortieth level was almost half a minute...

After finishing the fifth floor, it took more than ten minutes just to fight, which is obviously different from the sweeping of the first four floors and thirty-six levels.

Although Wang Sheng's performance is still extremely fast for other passers-by, and he is still not stopped, and he passes every pass through the pass; Worry.

"Feiyu must have started to feel the pressure. It took a minute to break through the forty-second level, and it took a full three minutes to break through the forty-fifth level."

"No problem, in fact, as long as you enter the seventh floor, you should be able to copy the sword control technique on the stone wall."

"It's not that simple. I read a remnant of an ancient book that mentioned that the layout of the last eighteen levels is different from the previous ones... Sword control is the most important thing in this sect, so it must not be directly engraved on the stone wall."

"Believe in non-words."

"From my perspective, this son's fate seems to have suffered a catastrophe, but after the catastrophe, his luck changed. This time we also borrowed his luck, and we should be able to succeed."

"The theory of face and destiny is unbelievable. My sword sect should respect the sword. Feiyu's sword intent has been perfected. If even he can't get back the sword control technique, I'm afraid it's God who wants our sword sect to delay this initial practice." ten years."

The Daoists each sighed and continued to wait on the stone wall.

The closer they are to Yujianshu, the more anxious they are at this time; however, what the Taoists are worried about at this time is actually...not that...

About ten minutes ago, Wang Sheng just shattered the thirty-eighth phantom. Looking at the fifth stone gate in front of him, a thought came to his mind.

Fighting this way, his Seven Star Sword Intent was basically in a sweeping state, and breaking through the level would only give him a very limited improvement.

Then why not take the opportunity to sharpen your Liangyi Sword Intent?

At this time, his understanding of the Liangyi sword intent is still above the "Liangyi good defense", which is not very deep. If he can gain some insight here, it will be a great thing.

Therefore, when Wang Sheng took the second step, he deliberately restrained his seven-star sword intent. The long sword in his hand seemed weak, but in fact, his moves were endless.

This time, it took Wang Sheng half a minute to fight against the phantom flying out of Shimen; the fighting time continued to prolong, but this kind of collision between sword intents made Wang Sheng's understanding of Liangyi Sword also increase by leaps and bounds.

So much so that after breaking through, Wang Sheng neither comprehended the sword intent on the stone wall nor pushed open the stone gate leading to the sixth floor, but sat down slowly, quietly comprehending what he had gained.

This experience is one night.

The Taoists outside thought that Wang Sheng was injured, and they were all worried and worried; the Taoists were more pragmatic, and began to study how to use scientific methods to break open the mountain and take out the sword control technique inside.

Most of the young disciples dispersed separately. Although this matter needs to be paid attention to continuously, they were still reprimanded by their respective masters to practice swords.

At noon on the second day of Wang Sheng's breakthrough, there was finally another wave of sword intent; this time it was just a fierce battle, which took only six minutes.

And after the fight, there was no movement for another half an hour.

From the point of view of the masters and elders of Jianzong, Wang Sheng must have been injured.

But he didn't know that Wang Sheng had indeed fallen into a hard fight relying solely on the Liangyi Sword Intent, and the hard fight can most inspire monks to realize...

...

In a seaside city, in a suite of a sea view hotel.

Qing Yanzi was looking at the calm sea, the warm sun was shining on the sea, and the waves became much gentler.

The door of the room was ajar, and there were intentionally light footsteps outside, the Golden Core cultivator breathed out lightly, and chanted in a soothing and elegant tone:

"Guan Haisheng Xiao Hua, scales and blue waves are flat.

Looking at the fairy island here, it is suspected that there are clouds and cranes. "

"Cough!" There was a light coughing sound from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and a somewhat tired Chi Ling stepped in.

Qing Yanzi immediately put on a gentle smile and asked, "Is the work over?"

"Well, I can rest for four hours," Chi Ling shrugged. Just as she was going to sit on the sofa, she felt a gentle air flow enveloping her whole body and dragged her directly to the bed.

Qing Yanzi said solemnly: "Lie down, I will relieve your fatigue."

"You..." Just as the investigation team leader was about to speak, he felt a pair of big hands pinching her ankles, and then a warm current poured into her whole body from her ankles, making her so comfortable that she couldn't refuse.

Chi Ling snorted lightly, but did not refute.

At some point, the door was closed, and the safety lock floated up by itself, and was caught on the buckle.

Qing Yanzi tapped the acupuncture points on Chi Ling's legs and feet lightly with her fingers, helping her relieve her fatigue quickly.

Chi Ling pulled the quilt to cover herself, and asked softly, "Is it because of psychological problems that I have been unable to speak coherently?"

"No," Qing Yanzi said, "Congenital deficiencies...it's not easy to explain.

It can be understood that she should have died young, but I spent more than ten years of hard work to help her survive, and now her fate is stable. But because of this, the problem of not being able to say much was left behind.

According to another theory, in her previous life, Buyu might have been a fairy in the sky, and God forbids her to speak in this life and reveal the secrets of the sky to mortals. "

"Heretics," Chi Ling rolled her eyes, "I want to hire some psychiatrists for Buyu."

"There is nothing wrong with the mentality of not speaking, and it is very simple," Qing Yanzi sighed softly, "It is better to worry about non-language than worrying about not speaking."

Chi Ling wondered: "What's wrong with Feiyu? Isn't he all right?"

Qing Yanzi sighed: "Ziwei Star Master, who controls the nine stars, is Xiu's sword... Yesterday I was busy with divination and fortune-telling for him all day, and when I watched the stars at night, I realized that he already had a destiny." Variety."

Chi Ling frowned suddenly, "Can you explain briefly?"

"Okay, let's not mention my two apprentices for now, you are usually so busy, it's hard for us to spend some time together."

"snort."

Qing Yanzi stared at Chi Ling affectionately, and whispered in his mouth: "A Ling..."

"Sit over there, if you don't press it, I'm going to sleep."

"Hey, you sleep, you sleep."

Qing Yanzi got off the bed and sat cross-legged on the sofa beside him; Chi Ling turned around, covered herself with the quilt, and muttered something.

It seems to be, 'Why haven't I seen you so obedient before' or something.

Qing Yanzi couldn't help but smile, but looked at her back tenderly, but didn't think about it.

After all, she only has four hours to rest, and it can't increase her fatigue...