The First Sword of the Earth

"Why haven't there been any movement for so long?"

"There is now! There are fluctuations! This is going to the third level!"

"Once every few seconds, this non-verbal sword intent has one hand!"

At the entrance of Sword Seventy Two, the group of Sword Sect disciples raised their heads expressionlessly, looking at the six seniors who were still practicing rock climbing, and they didn't know what to complain about... …

The young people of Jianzong's swordsmanship are naturally looking forward to it, but these masters who have waited for a lifetime have their own knots.

At this time, there was finally hope, and finally a chance to see complete swordsmanship. These masters persisted for a while. At this time, their mood was a little swayed, and they were chatting vigorously on the stone wall.

In fact, it's not just the state of mind to be indifferent to the world. Such true self is also the state of mind that some cultivators are pursuing.

Inside the cave, Wang Sheng had already stepped into the third level, still holding a sword to break through the barrier, smashing away all the phantoms that rushed out of the stone gate, and then turned his head to comprehend the swordsmanship on the stone wall for a while.

The swordsmanship depicted on the stone walls around the third floor can already be regarded as exquisite.

Wang Sheng didn't intend to steal the teacher, but the mutual confirmation with his Seven Star Sword Array and Liangyi Sword could also give him a lot of insights.

Apart from imperial swordsmanship, Wang Sheng would not take more swordsmanship from Jianzong, he always felt greedy for more than chews.

I don’t have the excellent head of the master, so I can honestly focus on the Seven Star Sword Array and Liangyi Sword Intent...

Of course, if all goes well this time, Wang Sheng will share his heart with swordsmanship in the future.

After all, that is swordsmanship...

Or kill people thousands of miles away, take the enemy's head from the rebellion army; or step on the flying sword to travel between the world, and the imperial sword in the palm of your finger!

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

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

He spent more than two hours on the third floor to read the swordsmanship here, took out the kettle and drank a sip of boiled water, and then opened the door of the third floor.

In the first thirty-six levels, Wang Sheng's seven-star sword intent had not broken through before, and there would be no resistance; now his seven-star sword intent is complete, and it is even more powerful.

If he hadn't stopped every time to comprehend the swordsmanship on the stone wall, and it took longer and longer to comprehend the swordsmanship, it is estimated that it would take half an hour to refresh the current record of the seventy-two swordsmanship.

Gradually, the swordsman Dao masters who were adsorbed on the stone wall and jumped up several times began to understand why Wang Sheng would spend more and more time on each floor.

They were not irritated by outsiders seeing the various swordsmanship of the sect. On the contrary, they felt that Wang Sheng, a young sword repairman, became more reliable, and placed more hope on Wang Sheng.

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

Two minutes later, the wave of sword intent intersecting swayed through the stone wall again, causing the Dao masters to hold their breath and concentrate on feeling it.

Because of the barrier between the stone wall and the large array, the fluctuations they can capture are already very weak, probably just some simple shocks.

The only information for them to judge whether Wang Sheng is in a hard fight is the length of time the fluctuations lasted.

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

The thirty-ninth level, the fluctuation of the battle lasted for half a minute, and the 40th level was almost half a minute...

After finishing the fifth floor, it only took more than ten minutes to fight, which was significantly different from the sweeping of the thirty-six levels on the first four floors.

Although Wang Sheng’s performance is still extremely fast for other passers-by, and he still has not been blocked, every pass is just one pass; but the Taoists hung on the stone wall to look at themselves, each of them has a little bit. Worry.

"Feiyu should have started to feel the pressure. It took one minute to break through the 42nd level, and three full minutes to break through the 45th level."

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

"It's not that simple. I see a fragment of an ancient book mentioning that the eighteen levels in the back are not the same as the previous layout... Swordsmanship is the most important thing in this door, and it will definitely not be directly carved on the stone wall."

"Believe in non-verbal."

"In my opinion, this son's fate seems to have suffered a catastrophe, but after the catastrophe, he turned to fortune. This time we also borrowed his luck, and it should be Nengcheng."

"It's not credible to say that the fate of the face is not credible. My sword sect should respect the sword. The nonverbal sword intent has been fulfilled. If even he can't retrieve the imperial swordsmanship, I am afraid that it is God who wants our sword sect to delay this initial practice. ten years."

The Taoists sighed individually and continued to wait on the stone wall.

The closer they get to the swordsmanship, the more anxious they are at this time; however, what Tao masters are worried about at this time is actually... not that way...

About ten minutes ago, Wang Sheng had just smashed the thirty-eighth phantom, looking at the fifth stone gate in front of him, a thought came into his heart.

This way, his seven-star sword intent is basically a sweeping situation, and the improvement of himself is very limited by passing through the barriers.

Then why not take the opportunity to sharpen your sword intent of Liangyi?

At this time, his understanding of the sword intent of the Liangyi still remained above the ‘good defense of the Liangyi’, which was not profound.

Therefore, when Wang Sheng took the second step, he had already deliberately reduced his Seven-Star Sword Intent.

This time, Wang Sheng spent half a minute in the battle against the phantom flying out of Shimen; then the fighting time continued to extend, but this kind of confrontation between the sword intents made Wang Sheng's understanding of the two swords grow by leaps and bounds.

So that after breaking through, Wang Sheng neither went to comprehend the sword intent on the stone wall, nor did he push open the stone gate leading to the sixth floor. Instead, he sat down slowly, feeling his gains quietly.

This one-piece meeting is one night.

The Taoists outside thought that Wang Sheng was injured, and they were worried about each other. The Taoists were more pragmatic and began to study how to use scientific methods to open the mountain and take out the swordsmanship inside.

Most of the young disciples dispersed separately. Although this matter needs continuous attention, they are still being reprimanded by their masters to practice swords.

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

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

In the eyes of the Taoist masters and leaders of Jianzong, Wang Sheng must have been injured.

But he didn't know that Wang Sheng had indeed fallen into a hard fight solely relying on the sword intent of Liangyi, and hard fighting can most inspire the monks to feel...

...

Seaside city, in a suite of a sea view hotel.

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

The door was hidden, and there were deliberately light footsteps outside. The golden core monk raised a sigh and chanted in a soothing and elegant tone:

"Guan Haisheng Xiao Hua, the scales are blue.

Overlooking the fairy island here, there is suspected cloud and heming. "

"Cough!" A soft cough came from outside the door, and the door was pushed aside, and a little tired, Ling walked in.

Qing Yanzi suddenly hung up a gentle smile and asked, "Is the work over?"

"Well, I can rest for four hours," Chi Ling shrugged, and just about to sit on the sofa, she felt a gentle air current envelop her body, and carried her directly to the bed.

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

"You..." As soon as the investigation team leader was about to speak, he felt a pair of big hands pressing on his ankles, and then a warm current poured into her body from the ankles, making her comfortable and difficult to refuse.

Chi Ling hummed softly, but did not refute.

At some point, the door of the room was closed, and the safety lock floated on its own and was put on the lock.

Qingyanzi's fingers lightly tapped the acupuncture points on Chi Ling's legs and feet to help her quickly relieve her fatigue.

Chi Ling pulled the quilt to cover herself, and asked softly: "I can't speak coherently without speaking, is it because of a psychological problem?"

"No," Qing Yanzi said, "Innate deficiency...This is not easy to explain.

It can be understood that she should have died, but I have spent more than ten years of effort to help her survive, and now her life is stable. But because of this, the question of not being able to speak more is left behind.

According to another way of saying, she may have been a fairy in the sky without speaking, and God would not let her speak in this life, and vomit secrets in the open air to mortals. "

"Clanking heresy," Chi Ling rolled her eyes, "I want to ask some psychologists for help."

"There is nothing wrong with being silent, and it's very simple," Qing Yanzi sighed softly.

Chi Ling said strangely: "What's wrong with Feiyu? Isn't he good?"

Qing Yanzi sighed: "The star lord of Ziwei, dominates the nine stars, and it happens to be the sword of repair... Yesterday, I was busy with divination and fate testing for him for a day. When I watched the stars at night, I found out that his fate has already been reached. Variety."

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

"Okay~www.readwn.com~ I won’t mention these two apprentices. You are so busy at ordinary times, so it's hard for us to spend some time together."

"Humph."

Qingyanzi stared at Chi Ling with affectionate eyes, and whispered: "A Ling..."

"Go and sit there, I'm going to sleep if I don't press it."

"Hey, you sleep, you sleep."

Qing Yanzi rolled over and got out of the bed, and sat cross-legged on the sofa aside; Chi Ling turned around, covered the quilt, and muttered something.

It seems to be, "Why didn't you see you so obedient before" or something.

Qing Yanzi couldn't help but smile, but watched her back with tenderness, but didn't move any thoughts.

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