i have a sword fairy

Chapter 469 If you want to practice this skill, you must first ____

Sometime in the middle of the night.

In the west wing of the courtyard, it was pitch black.

On the inner side of the house, there is a small 'mountain' on the bed, and a certain pretty girl is sleeping under the blanket.

On the other side of the room, there was a woman with long hair in a black dress, meditating quietly on the futon.

One woman sleeps, and the other practices.

The west wing was quiet.

Needle drop is audible.

At a certain moment, in the main room not far away, there seemed to be some subtle aura fluctuations.

The momentum was not big, and the fluctuations were already insignificant before passing out of the courtyard gate.

Inside the west chamber, it was still as quiet as before.

The figure of a woman in a black dress who was meditating was completely motionless.

Only occasionally, the bulging quilt on the bed in the back room would move, and it was the pretty girl inside who turned over in a sleepy daze.

A tiny gaze leaked from the slits of the eyes, quickly swept across the blanket, and then glanced towards the direction of the main room outside the window.

The eyes are fleeting.

Su Qingdai has closed her eyes.

She was practicing 'seriously', at a certain moment, the corners of her mouth slightly raised...

……

"Wait, I have a question."

Inside the house.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was a little agitated, but he learned the lesson from last time, facing this kind of powerful existence that sounded outrageous at first glance, and was unknown how many floors higher than Kunpeng Wufu in the Xuanhuang Realm.

He thought for a while, and said tentatively:

"Well, come on, are you sure this time this exercise...isn't a bad street one? It's the kind that's all outside."

Although the "Ants Climb to Heaven Jue" cultivated in the Ascend to Heaven Realm is a good skill, it is too ignorant. Zhao Rong has always been a little bit worried about it, thinking that a useless sword spirit has been put on the table.

Does it make little difference with or without it?

However, at this moment, what he didn't expect was that Gui admitted without even thinking about it: "I don't know either."

Zhao Rong's forehead was black.

Jian Ling's voice paused for a while, and he laughed lightly, as if he knew Zhao Rong's thoughts and deliberately wanted to annoy him.

After a while, it smiled and said:

"However, before meeting this martial artist outside the realm, I have never seen such a weird skill before."

"eccentric?"

It can be classified as a weird skill... Zhao Rong was secretly surprised, and he felt more anticipation in his heart.

"Well, you can almost use this word, and you'll know when you take a look at it later."

"Look? What do you mean?"

Gui didn't explain right away, and continued to think to himself: "This unknown warrior should have come from a far, far away place. He left his hometown and traveled all the way, just like me at that time. So his set of cornerstone exercises from his 'hometown' , I'm not sure if it's a common product there, but..."

"But what?"

"But I guess not, because this technique looks weird, so if all the warriors in his 'hometown' are practicing this, hehe." Gui smiled, "So the meticulous Mr. Zhao, I am satisfied this time. Well, it’s a truly peerless skill.”

Zhao Rong: "..."

However, he still said poorly, "Oh, no matter how powerful this technique is, this powerful martial artist was still taken care of by Gui Dajianxian, or he was slaughtered by you when he was at his peak, so All in all, Gui Dajianxian is still powerful. Gui Dajianxian's skills are even more powerful."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes lightly: "By the way, what was your cultivation technique when you were in the Fuyao state, and you haven't told me about it..."

At this time, Jian Ling seemed to have skipped Zhao Rong's question unintentionally, and interrupted directly:

"Oh, is this a matter of skill level? It depends on the person. The same skill can be achieved differently by different people. In the final analysis, the skill is just a tool for mountain climbing."

"Just like "Ants Climbing to the Sky", the entire Xuanhuang Realm monks were practicing when they reached the sky, but some people rose to become the most powerful emperor, and some were struggling and depressed, but they also accepted their fate, but there are still people. I am not good at it, but pick this one and that one, my heart is still high, and I became the emperor with a strong mouth... Hey Zhao Rong, do you think what I said is right?"

Zhao Rong: You can just pronounce my name.

The young Confucian scholar looked curious, "The third one you mentioned is who is the hero, I know him well, I think this dear friend also has a yin and yang in his heart, he likes to pretend to be a stinky fart who can't be said at all, I think Exchange parenting experiences with him.”

"Fuck off!"

I'm not angry.

The two bickered again for a while, and they had a few words.

Afterwards, the sword spirit turned around and said directly: "What do you know, how is this warrior so weak? At the beginning, I was able to kill him because Fushi naturally suppressed his cultivation at the Dao level. It can be so easy..."

"You said that the sword hidden in my soul can suppress this skill?" Zhao Rong had a sharp mind.

"Hmm." Gui quieted down.

Zhao Rong sighed slightly in his heart, knowing that the sword spirit didn't want to reveal too much about the sword yet.

Half a year ago, the two had an audacious agreement, but now he has finally completed more than half of it, and there is only one realm...

Zhao Rong shook his head and said directly: "Hey, you have said so much, what is the name of this exercise?" His tone was very curious.

"I don't know."

"???"

Zhao Rong couldn't bear it anymore, and complained: "Can you give me some credibility? Why does my son become more and more flustered the more I listen, forget it, I won't pick any more, or just practice your Fuyao realm kung fu."

Gui still ignored this request, and said leisurely: "The layout is too small, do you think this kind of exercises are written on paper? Oh, even if it is written in a book with torn pages, or in a jade slip , I don’t know the characters of this warrior’s hometown either.”

Zhao Rong frowned, and couldn't help questioning: "Then after you beheaded this unknown warrior, didn't you search for his soul or something?"

The sword spirit sneered, "Search for a fart soul, cut grass and roots, and when a sword falls on it, it will directly destroy his spirit and soul without leaving a drop. Do you think that searching for souls can be used casually when you are away from home?"

Zhao Rong couldn't believe it, "How do you say that?"

"Those who search for other people's souls, their most fragile hearts will inevitably be connected with the other party at a certain level. If someone plots behind the scenes and hides secret tricks in the prey's soul, wouldn't it be a trick? Outside the boundary, accidentally The body will die and the dao will disappear, so the monks from all walks of life are the most dangerous when they first go out..."

"Hiss, you still understand, this time it is indeed my son who is naive."

It proudly said: "Of course, because I have done this before."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Sure enough, they were all old coins.

Sword Spirit's tone was cold: "Hmph, and anyone who dares to search for my soul will die together..."

Zhao Rong nodded, "As expected of you."

Immediately, he glanced at the sky outside, and it was quite a long night.

He turned his head, rubbed his hands together, and said in a tone of impatience:
"That's all right, come on, hurry up and pass on the exercises to me, and we will start practicing directly tonight... Hey, you said that if my son is very suitable for this exercise, the phenomenon of heaven and earth will be caused just after practicing, attracting a crowd The boss begged to accept his disciples, or he was rejected by Fang Tiandao's jealousy, so he dropped a thunder in advance, what should we do?"

Zhao Rong laughed.

But what he didn't expect was that the sword spirit who would always hate him every time actually nodded this time.

It agrees in tone, "Fit... Maybe it will really fit Mr. Zhao, and I am also looking forward to Mr. Zhao's next performance."

Zhao Rong's expression was a little vigilant, and he always felt that Gui's tone of voice was a bit suffocated, and there was something wrong inside and out.

He pointed to himself and said seriously, "Are you scolding me or praising me?"

Gui ignored Zhao Rong.

It laughed twice, with an inexplicable tone, "Zhao Rong, don't be in a hurry about imparting the skills. I will talk to you about the specifics of the skills in the future. Before that, there are some things, You have to 'take a look'."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "What's the matter? What is it? Look, what do you want me to look at?"

Gui's tone became serious, "If you want to practice this skill, you must first..."

"???" Zhao Rong's complexion changed suddenly, "Impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Gui paused, with a puzzled tone.

A scene like this suddenly popped up in his mind: In the East Factory of the ancient palace, the superintendent Ouchi pinched his orchid finger, and an embroidery needle was invincible all over the world.

Hey, no wonder the father-in-law's martial arts are so strong...

"Impossible is impossible." The young Confucian scholar said firmly, "Impossible!"

What, you said to endure it in order to become stronger?What a joke, of course it is a refusal.

"No! Zhao Rong."

Unexpectedly, Gui's tone was very serious: "If you want to practice, you must first understand your mind and see your nature."

Huh?Mingxin... see sex?
Zhao Rong coughed and nodded, "Oh, it's all right. Know your mind? What is this?"

Gui suddenly smiled and said with a leisurely smile:

"After beheading this unnamed martial artist, I destroyed his mind and soul, Dao disappeared and died, and saw that his kung fu was cunning and evil. In order to guard against his flesh and blood, which was vaster than the Kunpeng Golden Crow, he seemed to be floating around after death. Like the star whale in the starry sky of ten thousand realms, it breeds thousands of demons and evil spirits, so they cast secret methods and burn him with karmic fire."

The sword spirit gradually said in a faint tone: "This unknown martial artist's nine-foot body was set on fire by karma, and the thick blood that evaporated spreads for hundreds of thousands of miles. One scene... Zhao Rong, catch a drop of water from the Lake of Heart, and let you see with your own eyes, everything you want is in it!"

see?Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, there was a very slight sound of water droplets falling on the water surface.

"Tick tock..."

In a trance, Zhao Rong felt that some memory images that did not belong to him seemed to be stuffed into his mind, and at this time, Gui had stopped making a sound.

In an instant, a picture flashed before his eyes.

The blood-red sky covered all areas in the field of vision, as if this was a blood-red world!
The hot and churning blood mist hit the nostrils, making people retch and suffocate.

Zhao Rong looked up, and in the blood fog, there were thousands of ferocious blood dragons of different shapes. They soared through the blood fog, and their bodies seemed to be condensed from the remnant soul and the essence of the burning warrior!At this time, they are flying all over the sky, entangled with each other...

He opened his eyes wide and took a closer look. These thousands of terrifying blood dragons were actually biting and devouring each other.

In the next second, millions of terrifying and deafening inexplicable dragon chants rang out in my ears.

Is this caused by the surging energy and blood after the death of the unknown martial artist?
Zhao Rong couldn't help being extremely shocked.

However, by chance, he discovered an extremely strange scene.

The ferocious expressions of the blood dragons fighting all over the sky, Zhao Rong could vaguely understand them.

Some are happy, some are violent, some are greedy, some are gluttonous, and some are lustful...

The same is true for the sound of the dragon roar.

The heavens and worlds belong to the dragon, powerful and full of desires.

But at this moment, before his eyes, the carnival of desire was even more unscrupulously revealed, as if he had come to a real hell of flesh and blood.

The scene in front of him made it difficult for Zhao Rong to breathe, and he was about to suffocate.

At this moment, if there are other people present in the main room, you can see a young Confucian scholar standing next to the desk with the lights turned off silently. ...

Especially at a certain moment, the pupils of his clear and bright pupils suddenly dilated, and immediately at the edge of the brown pupils where the whites of the eyes meet, a strange circle of unknown blood lines appeared faintly, which made ordinary mortals see it at a glance. , will be dazzled...

However, this weird pupil change didn't last long. Soon, the dilated pupil gradually returned to its original shape, and the unknown lines in the pupil disappeared.

It seems that the inscription has been... completed.

In the heart lake of the young Confucian scholar, Sword Spirit silently watched this scene without making a sound.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly trembled and wanted to suffocate to death.

At the moment when he was about to close his eyes and escape.

"If you dare to close your eyes, you will die, or in other words, there is no possibility of reaching the top of the road anymore, and even if you escape for a short time, you will be induced by this chaos to become a demon in the future, and become a mediocre ghost who can't make it to the surface... Referred to as trash." Gui suddenly said calmly.

When Zhao Rong opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes almost burst.

He hissed "uh uh" in his throat

Gui calmly said: "Don't blink, go find... that martial artist who burned his body."

In this hellish scene full of blood mist and emotions, the man who was about to suffocate suddenly thought of the pair of jade hands with broken wrists that he saw in a food box during the day for no reason.

"Qing Jun... small... small... Qian'er..."

Just like what he said to the little emperor, if he wants to keep holding their hands, he has to rely on himself!
Zhao Rong's heart beat violently, he slapped the table and got up, his bloody eyes scanned the 'blood mist' in his field of vision.

And the blood dragons dancing all over the sky, with strange looks, seemed to be swooping towards him one after another, with expressions of joy, rage, defeat, greed, lust...

Zhao Rong glared bloodily, and suddenly, in the corner of his vision, there was a strange color faintly in a part of the sky above his head to the left.

Different from blood red!

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head.

I saw that there was a burning corpse there, the flames of the burning corpse were blood red, and all hair, flesh and blood, meridians, etc. had been burned away, leaving a...

A complete skeleton!
Make pure blue glaze color!

Zhao Rong was stunned.

The glazed skeleton left by this martial artist is a precious blue color, shining with light, clear inside and outside, clean and free from blemishes.

It also seems to be extremely tough, no matter what this terrible karmic fire can't burn it, it is still gorgeous and beautiful, and its spirit is as pure as before.

Not destroyed, not destroyed.

The pure blue glass-colored skeleton of the martial artist formed an incomparably sharp contrast with the surrounding blood mist and strange monster dragon caused by his flesh and blood.

With just that hasty glance, Zhao Rong engraved this picture into the lake of his heart, faintly feeling... his mind calmed down.

With his mental strength exhausted, he decisively closed his eyes...

inside the house.

Where the desk was broken, it was quiet and dark.

"Good job."

There is the way of sword spirit.

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