Under the abyss, a man with sinister eyes, a mask covering his face, a tall man wearing a black robe, was standing where Liu Wei was when he fell. He looked around with his eyes, bent down and squatted down, picked up a piece of soil on the ground with his fingers and rubbed it gently, then brought the soil to his nose, smelled it, and then discarded it.
Although it was raining heavily at that time, because Liu Wei bled too much, a large amount of blood seeped into the soil and was not washed away by the rain. The man in black robe still smelled a faint smell of blood from the soil.
Then he took another look at the stone next to him. There was a trace of a familiar smell on the stone, which was almost undetectable. He didn't think too much. He might have thought that many people had come to explore this place in the past two days, and maybe he knew someone. People have stopped here.
After some investigation and finding nothing else, the masked man dodged and disappeared without a trace. If someone is here, they will definitely find that this person is a great emperor. In this world, the Great Emperor has not been seen for many years.
In the next two days, people came here one after another to look for it, but no one had any clues. Therefore, everyone left here one after another. The cause of the great commotion in the abyss is still a mystery. No one knows, and no one has found or seen any treasures.
In the tower, in the martial arts arena, on the Enlightenment Stone, the young man is still practicing the Divine Breath Sword Technique.
On this day, as the young man opened his eyes, the sword in front of him trembled and slowly floated. The sword was floating an inch above the ground and could fall at any time.
In this way, the young man sat cross-legged on the Enlightenment Stone every day, made sword fingers with his fingers together, and controlled the sword with his heart and sword. Half a year has passed, and the young man can already wield a sword three feet high, but after a short time, the sword will fall down and can only last for about ten breaths.
In the past six months of practice, although his sword control skills have improved slowly, his mind has been greatly tempered. From maintaining contact for one day at the beginning to maintaining contact for three days now, there is a huge difference.
Wang Kong had also found a sword skill that suited him in the Sword Skills Hall and started practicing on the spot. He is not as enlightened as Liu Wei, but fortunately he has tens of thousands of years of understanding and accumulation of swordsmanship. Although his progress is as slow as a snail's pace, it is not without progress. His perseverance and character are not much worse than Liu Wei's. To him, failure has long been like eating and drinking, as if it were normal. He was not anxious at all, he was as calm as an old dog.
He certainly wasn't worried or anxious. Who can become the great emperor, which one is impetuous? For him, there was no hope of going further in this life, waiting for the loess to be buried and dissipated between heaven and earth. But given this opportunity, he will seize it and fight hard. One year inside the tower and only one day outside, he had enough confidence and time to study and practice.
This sword skill beyond his knowledge may help him to make further progress. As long as he thoroughly studies the mysteries contained in it and his state of mind is sublimated, his sword skills can reach a higher level and he can win again. Get tens of thousands of years of life.
Another half year passed, and on this day, the young man on the Enlightenment Stone was able to control the sword in front of him to a height of a hundred feet. At this time, the young man no longer practiced the height of the sword, but maintained the height of a hundred feet for this period of time. From one breath to ten breaths, then to a hundred breaths, and finally to a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, the young man felt extremely tired and had to stop to rest and recover.
After such a repetitive and boring practice, a year passed in a hurry, and the impetuous aura on the young man's body was much less.
During this period, the pagoda spirit would occasionally come to see the progress of the young man's cultivation. Every time he stopped for a moment, he could see the young man's progress. The pagoda spirit smiled slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and then disappeared again.
At a certain moment, the young man stood up. As his mind sank into his dantian, the two swords instantly established a connection with his mind. With a thought in his mind, he pointed forward, and the sword on the ground in front of him slowly levitated, and then slowly flew towards the distance. The sword was hundreds of feet off the ground and turned steadily over the young man's head for countless circles. Within a quarter of an hour, the young man felt a little tired, so he stopped to rest and recover.
Then he continued to control the sword to hover in the air, shooting past the speed from the original turtle crawling to the back. The young man's resolute face also showed a long-lost smile. He was silent for a moment and continued to practice, practicing to death.
When the young man felt that he could control the flying sword easily, he controlled the flying sword to float in front of him, then stamped his feet and jumped onto the sword, preparing to actually fly with the sword. However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. The moment his feet landed on the sword, the sword fell directly, and he himself fell to the ground, sprawled out. Fortunately, the height was not high and it did not cause any harm to him.
The boy got up, scratched his head, and rubbed his butt that hurt from the fall. This time he became smarter and controlled the sword three inches above the ground. He raised his foot and landed firmly on it. The sword did not fall, it just trembled slightly and then stabilized.
The young man pointed his fingers together and controlled the sword to rise slowly into the sky. When the sword reached a height of ten feet, it fell again. This time, it knocked him to pieces. He felt bad all over, as if his internal organs were hurting. It took me a long time to recover.
In this way, the boy started the self-abuse mode. His head was bruised and bloody every day. He would lie down for a day or two and then continue. During this period, the time he spent lying in the tower recuperating from his injuries was several times longer than the time he spent practicing.
I don't know how much time passed, but the young man was now in the air, standing firmly on the flying sword, which was a hundred feet above the ground.
It turns out that the feeling of being at a high place is so good. Now he has a panoramic view of the martial arts arena and various halls, but he still cannot peek into the entire first-level world. The first level of time is a medium time. I don’t know how big it is. How can he get a full view of it from a height of a hundred feet?
After appreciating the high scenery for a while, he controlled the flying sword and began to move towards the distance.
He started to move forward slowly, and gradually the speed became faster and faster. He suddenly controlled the flying sword to gallop forward suddenly, and then it was tragic.
"ah!"
A shrill scream sounded, frightening the tower spirit who was napping in the corner. He almost jumped up on the spot and looked over the martial arts field.
The sword flies ahead.
The soul is chasing behind.
People sleep underneath.
Ta Ling grinned and continued to sleep without any intention of getting up to take a look. This kid has fallen down countless times, and he still has no memory, but he is already handsome and thick-skinned, so it is harmless. He will be fine after lying down for a month or two at most, and he will still be alive and active when he wakes up.
The young man lying on the ground had fallen unconscious. After sleeping for three full days, I slowly opened my eyelids. Then he felt the pain of breaking all the bones in his body. He just lay there with his eyes closed, not daring to move at all. It hurt whenever he moved. At this time, he wished he could stay asleep for a few more days, which would alleviate some of the pain. After lying down for more than a month, the injury gradually improved. Then he got up and started studying the flying sword again, without any intention of giving up.
This time he had the memory of a boss, standing on the flying sword, accelerating slowly and smoothly bit by bit, allowing his body to adapt to the speed of the flying sword. Gradually, he was able to truly fly with his sword.
"Ouch! I can fly too!" The boy's hearty laughter could be heard from time to time in the sky.
But every quarter of an hour, he had to stop and rest, his mind was too tired.
Just like that, after practicing for an unknown amount of time, the young man was able to handle the sword with ease. From time to time, a sword light flashed across the sky. The sword light carried a graceful young man, like an eagle flying in the nine heavens, trying to strike the sky; or like a meteor falling to the ground, falling rapidly.
Half a year passed quietly, and the boy was like a naughty child, playing outside and forgetting to go home to eat, and having so much fun.
Liu Wei has been in the tower for five years, and of course the outside world has only been there for five days.
"Boy, come down!" The tower spirit's voice suddenly reached the ears of the young man who was speeding past on the flying sword in the sky.
Reluctantly, the young man flew his sword two more times before landing safely.
"Not bad, not bad. It took me three years to completely master the essence of the first level of this sword skill. It also took the master three years to fully master it. However, the master had a high level of cultivation at that time, and this skill was created by him. He is better at practicing than you." It's easier!" Ta Ling didn't forget to praise him. However, he did not tell the truth. His master created this method back then and it took him five years to master it. However, he could not let this kid become complacent or underestimate himself, so he just said that the time was on par with his master's.
Liu Wei curled his lips, as if to say: Are you embarrassed to say that? This sword skill was originally created by your master, and it took him the same time as me to master it. Moreover, his cultivation level is so high. Isn't it obvious who is better? Is it difficult to admit that I am better than your master? Will you die if you praise me well? However, Liu Wei did not argue with the tower spirit. He was waiting for the tower spirit to tell him why he came down. After hearing this, he wanted to continue flying in the sky and appreciate the sour feeling of riding the wind.
"Ahem." Taling saw Liu Wei's eyes and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. However, his face was no thinner than that of the young man in front of him, and he returned to normal in an instant.
"You have mastered the first level. Hurry up and practice the second level. There are two more doors waiting for you. Don't be playful. Time is running out!" Ta Ling looked at the young man in front of him and said with a rare serious expression.
The young man nodded, showing no sign of reluctance, and immediately turned around to practice the second level of the Divine Breath Sword Technique. He knew that this small tower was for his own good, and he couldn't lose his ambition by playing with things. Although it felt great to fly freely with the sword, he would not be able to destroy the enemy with the flying skill of the sword in the future. This thing could only be used to rush on the road. , to chase the enemy and escape, you still need to learn killing skills.
