Li Yun sighed with his hands behind his back, "I always worry that he is too paranoid and hard, and it is easy to break if he is too rigid."

Tang Zhen smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Li also thinks too much. The cultivator is fighting for his life with the gods, and most of the people who are not persistent can't go very long. A person like him who refuses to give up until the last moment, doesn't he have a good temperament?"

Li Yun's eyebrows were even more worried, and he said: "Cultivation is second, but I'm worried... If things go against your wishes, brother, something happens to him, will Xiao Qian..."

Tang Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

What will happen?

However, Li Yun swallowed the following again.

As if he just realized that the person beside him was Tang Zhen, Li Yun hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Alas, this is too much to say, it's all trivial matters in our sect, so I won't use it to disturb Tang Zhen. Brother."

Tang Zhen said: "That's fine, it's just that Fellow Daoist Cheng suddenly wanted to retreat without saying a word, and he didn't know what to do—hey, Fellow Daoist Li, you don't think he planned to make a sword by himself, right? If he doesn't succeed, Sect Leader Yan's body won't last long, what will Daoyou Li plan to do then?"

Hearing this, Li Jun didn't seem to have any calculations in his heart. In front of Tang Zhen, he showed a real useless person, his face was full of real six gods and no masters, and he smiled bitterly: "I really don't know this... I don't hide it from Brother Tang. , the senior brother in charge is our backbone, and now that the backbone has fallen, we also… ah, it really made Brother Tang laugh.”

Tang Zhen stared at his face for a moment, only to feel that among the people of the Fuyao faction, if he really made a move, this Li Yun could be said to be the softest persimmon. The two of you came and I chatted for a long time, and neither of them tried to detect the truth of the other party.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had returned to the bamboo forest to retreat in the middle of Xiaoqing'an, was holding an unremarkable wooden sword in his hand. It was only three feet long and was terribly light.

Cheng Qian stood at Yan Zhengming's head, remembered the sentence "he can hear" in the puddle, and felt that he should say something to him, but there were too many words, so he sifted through it by himself, feeling that most of them might be said. Not quite.

Seeing that there was a strand of hair on his face, Cheng Qian subconsciously wanted to reach out and push it away, but he didn't know if he would also have a sense of touch, so he stopped his hand in the air improperly, and for a long time, he finally didn't dare to drop it.

In the end, Cheng Qian opened his mouth in a business-like manner, one of them was not paying attention, and his tone seemed to be more blunt than usual: "Senior brother, Shuikeng said that you can hear it, so I will keep it short, I may have a sense of consciousness in a few days. It may not be very comfortable to penetrate into your sword energy and inner palace, when that time comes, try not to block me, and quickly give way, it is colder, but life is the most important thing, do you hear?"

After speaking in one breath, Cheng Qian, as if he had accomplished some big task, quickly settled down, put the wooden sword on his knees, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

There are so many people in Fuyao Villa, and Yan Zhengming can already judge who is coming by the sound of the door and footsteps.

Cheng Qian disappeared for several days before he came back. Yan Zhengming scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks and wanted to know where he went. Who knew that after waiting in the inner palace for a long time, he waited for such a cold exhortation. The appearance of a hundred kinds of Cheng Qian was all split by Yan Zhengming's Yuanshen.

The Yuanshen, who was asked to "stay out of the way when the time comes", thought angrily, "What a bastard junior brother!"

However, at this moment, Yan Zhengming keenly felt that his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a sword intent. The sword intent was so familiar that he could even recognize what it was with his eyes closed.

A swinging wooden sword?

What is Xiao Qian planning to gān again?

Cheng Qian converged his mind very quickly, and in the blink of an eye he had already thrown everything aside, and his consciousness sank into his inner palace.

The wooden sword on his knees seemed to be inspired by something, and slowly rose into the air, hanging above Cheng Qian's head, and a faint stream of light suddenly swept across the unremarkable wooden sword.

Cheng Qian's Primordial Spirit held an illusionary sword technique in his inner palace. Just like the real person Mu Chun taught swords, he walked through the first style "Pengcheng Wanli" very slowly. The wooden sword technique was the same as before. , and gradually gave birth to the sword intent that is in line with the state of mind.

Cheng Qian practiced the first form over and over again, going through all kinds of memories, looking for the state of mind when he first practiced swordsmanship.

He was just getting started, and he was inadvertently brought to the top of the back mountain by a puddle who could not understand human words. He was condescending. Seeing the thousands of ruins in the mountains, listening to the voices of ancestors and sects through the ages, his mind suddenly opened up, and it happened to coincide." With the word "Fu Yao", he stepped into the Taoist door in one step, only to feel that the mountains and rivers are long and the weather is colorful, and he is like a curious child, with a naive desire to chew more and more, and pick up things...

After a few days, the Yuanshen who practiced Peng Cheng Wanli in the inner palace moved faster and faster, and the Yuanshen who moved with Cheng's intentions suddenly turned into his youthful appearance.

This sword intent is done!

However, the sword is alive, and the sword intent is invisible. There is nothing to rely on, so how can it be injected into the wooden sword?

Cheng Qian thought about this problem carefully on his way back, and finally the bachelor lived up to expectations and came up with a very brutal solution——

Just when his Yuanshen was walking like a giant sword in the inner palace, Peng Cheng Wanli's sword intent has been realized to the extreme. In an instant, Cheng Qian's inner palace suddenly raised a bàonüè of real essence and rolled it straight towards himself. The Primordial Spirit, gān cut down the Primordial Spirit with both hands and swords neatly.

At that moment, the sword intent was still in the primordial spirit, and it was cut off by Cheng Qian together with a part of his primordial spirit. He raised his hand and put it into the wooden sword above his head. About one-fifth of the tail of the wooden sword suddenly began to emit light. Bright, as if it was given life by something.

However, splitting the primordial spirit - even if it is only a small piece, how can it be good?

Cheng Qian only felt that his inner palace and the sea of ​​​​consciousness were stirring up painfully for a while, and he swallowed it back with a sullen groan.

Cheng Qian didn't stop, and the Yuanshen in the inner palace changed, once again transformed into a sword, and turned to "seek up and down".

Followed by "things backfired", "prosperity and decline" - the five years of being bullied on Qinglong Island, the copper coins buried deep in the ground, the magic dragon looked at him from a distance of ten thousand feet in the sky, and Gu who was dead and soul disappeared. Rock and snow, Tongru who co-exists with grass and trees...

In the blink of an eye, ninety-nine-eighty-one days have passed, and in the last form of returning to the basics, Cheng Qian still involuntarily chose the trick of "withered wood meets chūn". Sword Intent flew out of his inner palace directly through the sea of ​​qi, and suddenly Submerged in the wooden sword that had become dazzling.

A chūn Wharton is like a new cut, everything seems to wake up again, and the next year begins in the snow-covered mountains...

It's a pity that such a grand scene just passed by in a flash. The next moment, Cheng Qian's unhesitating act of courting death by cutting the primordial spirit was finally punished. The wooden sword above his head suddenly lost its support and fell, and at the same time, he was stuck in his throat. The blood coughed out, and the wooden sword was immediately stained with blood.

In the bamboo forest, the flowers, vines, and plants used for the arty style of the Qing An Curie were all set to zero and withered in an instant.

Where the vitality is cut off, the sword becomes.

Chapter 77

At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner palace, all the demons from all sides seemed to be restrained by Cheng Qian's hard words, all floating outside his primordial spirit, but the sword qi that circulated in the inner palace did not subside. The invisible power of the primordial spirit is doing its best to hold them together, and the next moment, it will be broken again by the sword energy and scattered.

Only the primordial spirit sitting in the inner palace remained motionless, even if thousands of sharp swords passed through him.

The backlashed sword qi and the master of the inner palace were in a long and silent contest. Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit looked calm, as if there were many troubles in the world, and nothing could alarm him.

Sword cultivators use it as a sharp weapon, don't they just have to work hard to survive the dead?

Even if you go to the deep ditch of the moat, the thorny and evil soil.

However, this kind of contest was startled by a coughing sound. The choking person seemed to be dying. Just by the sound, one could tell that the person was láng. For days, Cheng Qian had been silent. Youruowu's sword intent was always lingering around, and Yan Zhengming even thought he was gone.

Cheng Qian made a sound, Yan Zhengming almost shivered, and the mood that had been calm for many days suddenly became anxious, and the stagnant, seemingly honest demons around him gradually disturbed.

Yan Zhengming stood up abruptly, a sword shadow formed in Yuanshen's palm, and he first pushed aside the chaotic spirit of the devil around him, and even recklessly connected with the increasingly chaotic sword qi. When they were at peace with each other, the sword energy of the backlash was going to be magnificent on its own. At this time, it seemed to be boiled, and it moved hysterically.

Yan Zhengming had a huge earthquake in the inner palace, and the cracks that were trapped in the dragon lock began to move, but he couldn't restrain his strong desire - whatever he said, he had to break out of the inner palace, and he had to wake up no matter what. Take a look at Cheng Qian. He knows Cheng Qian too well. This person is absolutely irresistible. He never knows what a detour is. If there is any setback, he will definitely take his sword to the side, and you will die.

However, at this moment, two icy fingers were suddenly placed between his brows, and an endlessly cold real essence spread in as if opening a path, and immediately froze the crack that he was trapped in the dragon lock. , Cheng Qian's slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears——

"Concentrate."

Yan Zhengming gritted his teeth and said, "What have you done?"

Cheng Qian said indifferently, "Jiancheng, choked with excitement."

He didn't sound like the one he had just been excited about.

The next moment, as if he thought he was talking too much, the cold consciousness didn't say hello, and he was involved in Yan Zhengming's inner palace. Cheng Qian, who likes to rampage, is not good at healing, and Yan Zhengming is afraid. He was injured, and he didn't dare to stop him. He still tried hard to restrain the sword qi of his backlash, and gathered it up on his body one by one.

Then, a gentle sword intent, which was completely opposite to the cold air, penetrated into Yan Zhengming's inner palace along Cheng Qian's consciousness. It was only a moment's time, and the silent sword intent that moistened things had already been with Cheng Qian. The separation of consciousness, shrouded the entire inner palace of Yan Zhengming, the flying sword qi released Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit at the same time, almost incarnated into the real body for a time, thousands of swords of primordial gods flew past, rushing towards this place with unparalleled contempt. intruder.