Zhou Tu suddenly recalled the scene where he was killed by that sword...
The golden sword energy is like the power of heaven, and it is as fast as the sun shining down. Even if it is as powerful as Kunpeng, it has no time to react and is hit hard by the sword energy! The other monsters didn’t even leave their bodies behind!
Kunpeng's roar can penetrate the barriers of many years and directly hurt him. This has shocked him very much, but the old man's sword is stronger than Kunpeng! With one sword strike, the world was destroyed! Even though he was not from that time and space, he was still affected and died on the spot!
Thinking about it, the excruciating torture had put Zhou Tu's sanity on the verge of going crazy at any time. The golden sword energy that killed him before had now become his only life-saving straw. He grasped it tightly. Gradually, he even forgot who he was, and only the magnificent golden sword energy remained in his mind...
Time passed slowly and the headache began to subside, but Zhou Tu didn't notice at all. He was completely addicted to that sword...
Early the next morning, Zhou Tu suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes, and a faint golden sword shadow flashed across his pupils.
"Phew... my head doesn't hurt anymore!" Zhou Tu said in relief. He estimated that he would remember this unforgettable experience last night for the rest of his life!
"That old man is so terrifying. He should be what the monks call 'Senior Zuo Ming'... He can defeat Kunpeng and kill all the monsters by himself! It's a pity that from his tone, it seems that he was delayed by something. No Catch up with the battle in time, otherwise, most of the monks on the human side should be able to survive..."
"However, that sword is really powerful! No magic can compare with it! I will also practice swordsmanship in the future!"
Thinking of this, Zhou Tu looked at the long sword hanging on the wall. This was the sword that Deacon Gu had given him on the day he joined the Qingyang Sect. The material was pretty good, but because he didn't know how to use a sword, so far Never touched it.
"Qin Tianxue also uses a sword. In addition to magic, Qingyang Sect must also have powerful sword skills. When I have enough merit, I will change to another one."
"In addition, I now have two opportunities to salvage the river water every night, but last night I died in my dream, so I exited the dream state directly. Not only did I lose one opportunity to salvage the river water, but I also lost two hours of practice! "
"What a loss! No matter what happens next time, the first opportunity to salvage the river water must be done nearby, and it will only be used for practice! The second time, let's explore history or the future..."
With this in mind, Zhou Tu quickly started today's practice.
The Guiyuan Jue had just begun to function, and a golden sword shadow suddenly appeared in Zhou Tu's mind. It was the sword struck by the old man in his dream last night! The next moment, the aura on his body suddenly changed! At the same time, the breathing and mental skills were immediately washed away by this breath, and the Guiyuan Jue could not operate no matter what!
Zhou Tu opened his eyes immediately and didn't understand what was going on. He adjusted his breathing, eliminated all distracting thoughts in his heart, and then started practicing again.
However, just like before, as soon as the Guiyuan Jue is activated, the golden sword shadow will immediately appear in his mind! Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp aura rose uncontrollably all over his body, instantly disrupting his breathing and mental skills. He didn't even have a chance to react!
After trying more than a dozen times in a row, Zhou Tu stopped practicing with an ugly look on his face. The Guiyuan Jue could not operate, and he could no longer practice!
Zhou Tu frowned. He could feel that the aura on his body seemed to be somewhat similar to the sword the old man slashed in his dream last night! Of course, compared to that sword, his aura was tens of thousands of times weaker! But even so, every time this breath appeared, it made him feel terrified!
Suddenly there was such a powerful aura on his body. This was originally a good thing, but the price was that he could not practice, which was difficult for him to accept.
"Now...what should I do? If I can't practice Guiyuan Jue, will I have to stay at the first level of Qi training forever?" Zhou Tu thought with a sad face.
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Qingyang Sect, Jiuhe Peak, on a platform at the top of the mountain, a black-haired middle-aged man was playing chess with a white-haired old man.
The black-haired middle-aged man has a majestic face and a solemn and steady demeanor. He sits motionless in front of the chessboard. He will only wave his hand when it is his turn to make a move. Otherwise, he will not make any unnecessary movements. However, the white-haired old man opposite him will He was much more casual, with a slight smile on his face. No matter how dangerous the situation on the chessboard was, he was always calm and composed.
If the black-haired middle-aged man's magnanimity is like a towering mountain, then the white-haired old man opposite is like a vast sea.
"When Tianxue returned to the mountain this time, it was said that the withered-blooded Taoist who killed the devil was killed?" the white-haired old man suddenly asked.
The black-haired middle-aged man nodded and replied briefly: "That's right!"
"Haha, your disciple is quite powerful! Taoist Dry Blood has practiced the Blood Demon Transformation Technique, and has reached the foundation building stage many years ago. And I remember correctly, that girl Tianxue should only be at the ninth level of Qi training, right?" The white-haired old man said with a smile.
The black-haired middle-aged man dropped the ball and then replied: "Withered Blood Taoist was seriously injured and only has one or two tenths of his strength. Tianxue just missed it."
"That's not bad! Although there is only a thin line between the ninth level of qi training and foundation building, there is a huge gap in strength between the two! No matter how seriously injured the withered blood Taoist is, Tian Xueruo doesn't have enough ability , I can’t keep him here!” the white-haired old man said with a smile.
"Although Daoist Withered Blood has the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, how can the Blood Demon Transformation Technique he practiced compare with the Liyou Sword Sutra of our sect? Not to mention that he was seriously injured at the time, even if he was not injured, Tian Xue would You shouldn’t lose! If Tianxue really allowed a seriously injured withered Taoist to escape, then she is not worthy of being my disciple!” The black-haired middle-aged man replied expressionlessly.
"You are strict." The white-haired old man smiled and was about to make a move when his expression suddenly changed!
"Um!?"
Almost at the same time, the black-haired middle-aged man also reacted, and the two of them suddenly raised their heads and looked in the direction of the outer gate of Qingyang Sect.
The two of them had extremely high cultivation levels, and they immediately used their spiritual thoughts to search the entire outer gate of Qingyang Sect...
After a moment, the two looked at each other, and both saw the solemnity in the other's eyes.
"What an amazing sword intent!" the black-haired middle-aged man said with a slightly changed expression.
"The sword intention disappears and appears. Its owner should be near the outer gate of our Qingyang Sect! But this sword intention is extremely domineering. Before our spiritual thoughts even got close, they were directly shattered by the sword intention! There is no way we can do it. Lock the opponent's true position!" The white-haired old man nodded, and there was a trace of shock on his face that had always been calm!
"Shall I go to the outer gate to take a look?" The black-haired middle-aged man asked uneasy. The strength of a person who can send out such sword intent must be extremely terrifying! It's not a good thing to have such a presence near the outer door!
The white-haired old man shook his head, and then said cautiously: "No! This person has not shown hostility to our sect, don't provoke him! And there is nothing particularly rare in the outer gate. With this person's strength, he probably just happened to pass by here. , it’s impossible to value the resources of the outer gate!”
