Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive.
Lao Li's head fell from the sky and landed in the courtyard, standing tall and tall, like a master from this world.
"Old Li Tou!"
Xiao Zifeng just said hello, and Lao Litou took his hand and flew away into the distance.
Huici just wanted to say hello to this old man in the world, but he didn't have time.
"It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Xiao Zifeng took out his sword.
"You old man, you still have to go to this wilderness to return a sword."
Lao Litou took the sword and looked at Xiao Zifeng with a faint look: "That's not what I'm talking about."
"That's not it, then what you're talking about is..."
Xiao Zifeng was about to ask a question, but then suddenly remembered it, and then said with a serious face: "You really want to practice."
"Don't you talk nonsense?"
Xiao Zifeng was thinking about what to tell him.
Old Li Tou said with a suspicious look on his face: "You don't want to go back on your word, do you?"
"No, it's just that this sword move is too advanced and mysterious. I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it."
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than 70 years. My swordsmanship is exquisite and my sword moves are unparalleled. There is no swordsmanship in this world that I cannot practice."
When Xiao Zifeng heard this, his expression was solemn and he said word by word: ""The Immortal Kneels" mainly focuses on the word "enlightenment".
Because this is not only a sword move, but also a rule of swordsmanship.
The flying waterfall always goes downward, just like something thrown out will eventually stop.
As spring passes and winter comes, it is a rule, a rule that as long as I swing my sword, the enemy will surely kneel down.
Just like communication in spring and winter, it cannot be changed or reversed.
Everything in the world undergoes reincarnation and has its own laws, and the same goes for swords.
I have swung the sword countless times to deepen my understanding of this rule and use it for myself...
This is the secret of "immortal kneeling". "
After Xiao Zifeng finished speaking, he thought for a moment and had nothing to add, because he couldn't say it was complete nonsense, there was still some basis for it.
When Old Li Tou heard this, he fell into deep thought, the law of the sword! The rules of the sword!
After practicing swordsmanship for so many years, he had never heard such remarks before.
Swordsmen practice swordsmanship, using their bodies to store swords, or they may see flowers, plants and trees to understand higher sword moves and more exquisite sword skills.
But no one has ever described the rules of the sword. It turns out that the sword also has its own rules.
Integrate the rules of the sword into your own body and use it for your own use.
Borrow the power of heaven and earth, borrow the power of rules.
Old Li Tou had an epiphany at this moment. When he saw the defeat, he always felt that his swordsmanship was lacking.
In that contest, Qingshan Sword Immortal's sword moves were as majestic as mountains.
He thought it was just a force, but now that he thought about it, it was through the power of nature and rules.
Understand the rules, apply the rules, and integrate the rules into sword moves.
Create a unique swordsmanship.
Old Li Tou's momentum was rising steadily, and a powerful aura rose into the sky, causing sand and rocks to fly and trees to flutter.
Xiao Zifeng stood back unconsciously. He felt that he had succeeded in deceiving him. It turned out that the protagonist in the novel made people realize their enlightenment by just two sentences. This kind of thing actually existed.
He now also understands why some worldly masters always like to be the Riddler. They can fool you casually or hard. If you level up, you have realized it. If you haven't leveled up, it means you don't have enough understanding.
Lao Litou's momentum continued to rise.
However, this momentum has changed. It is no longer the momentum generated by strong men and huge vitality.
Instead, it was a fierce sword force.
The green scale sword was unsheathed, carrying countless light leaves, like a winding green dragon, surrounding Lao Li's head.
At this time, those flying light leaves were no longer light leaves, but sharp swords.
It was as if Lao Li Tou had struck out with one sword, and all the swords had surrendered.
Old Li Tou no longer has the aura of that wretched old man, he is like a sharp sword.
Zhou Suifan walked out of the courtyard and looked at the frightening sword movement in the distance. This sword movement was familiar yet unfamiliar.
But he knew who it was, and he raised the tea in his hand high into the distance, with sincere joy on his lips.
That ghost sword Li Mokuang is back again, and he's back in a more powerful form.
And on a green mountain, there was a swordsman in green sitting on the cliff.
The iron sword with the white hilt in front of him was vibrating.
He is the Qingshan Sword Immortal recognized by Dazhou as the strongest sword immortal, and he was also the former number one sword immortal in the world.
Although he has now lived up to his reputation as the best swordsman in the world, he is still strong.
After all, his sword had only failed once.
Feeling the power of this sword, this was once a powerful enemy that he had to recognize.
But now, the other party is more diligent. There is no urgency in his eyes, but only expectation.
I thought that after that competition, the opponent would be in despair, but I didn't expect that he would touch this level now.
He welcomes strong men to challenge him, because only in this way can he go further.
Deep in the palace, the pale old emperor glanced in the direction of the sword, and then closed his eyes. It was strong, but not enough.
Daozong.
Mo Daoli looked at the sword force in the distance and was just about to count with his fingers. What kind of opportunity did Li Mokuang get to have such an understanding?
Just as he was about to pinch his fingers, a familiar feeling came over him.
This feeling was the warning from heaven and earth when he was preparing to calculate the identity of the sword god.
At that time, he felt that a lightning strike would not kill him anyway, so he tried to calculate it forcefully...
The result was such a miserable appearance.
"Why don't you bite the bullet and count it again? Anyway, you didn't kill me last time. If you try it again, you shouldn't be able to kill anyone, right?"
Mo Daoli hesitated several times, it was like someone put a piece of paper in front of you and said it contained reference answers.
But this reference answer was placed on the mousetrap, which made him very hesitant and entangled.
After all, as a magician, it's really hard to bear when faced with things that you can't calculate.
Especially for people at his level, isn't it because he has trained himself to this level so that he can calculate when he wants to?
After thinking about it again and again, Mo Daoli decided to give up. After all, the disciples of Dao Zong were all asleep. It would not be good if a thunder suddenly woke them up.
And you can probably guess that Li Mokuang made such great progress this time probably because of the guidance of the sword god.
Actually, I had already guessed the result, so there was no need to calculate.
“Yes, that’s it, I’ve already guessed it, so there’s no need to calculate.
Better go and rest. "
Suddenly, thunderclouds filled the sky above Daozong.
A certain old man who was holding his hands and pointing fingers silently took his hand back.
"Stingy! If it doesn't count, it doesn't count. Why is God so impatient?"
the other side.
Xiao Zifeng looked at the growing vision and thought about what would happen if he broke through in the future.
Lao Li Tou's breakthrough this time is so impressive!
A scene that cannot be created even with special effects.
The green dragon joins the body, and the sword energy is flying.
A kind of attitude of giving up the whole place exploded.
