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Ye Qingling was healing herself, but at this moment, she felt an invisible force quickly repairing the wounds in her body. She was so surprised that she stared at Wang Ziqiao with wide eyes.

Wang Ziqiao's ten fingers fluctuated for a moment, then retracted them, but the healing magic continued. Ignoring Ye Qingling's reaction, Wang Ziqiao came to the old man who was pierced by the ground awl gun in both legs and was still trapped in the ground stabbing.

The blood flowed all over the place, making the already skinny old man look even thinner, and his cheeks turned pale.

Raising his right hand, Wang Ziqiao mobilized the ground awl and turned it into elements and into nothingness.

"Uh..." The old man gritted his teeth and groaned, slumped on the ground.

And the giant eagle, which had been silent all this time, also flapped its wings and ran over, rubbing its head against the old man's shoulder one after another.

Seeing the old man in pain, Wang Ziqiao couldn't bear it, because he didn't have any enmity with the old man. Stealing the eagle's eggs by himself was tantamount to being a thief, which would seriously hurt him again, and he felt a little guilty.

Moreover, he was extremely curious about the identity of the old man. He was still abroad, so the old man was considered a fellow villager.

Therefore, he shook his hands, and the healing technique was clamped on the old man's body.

Of course, the old man's injuries were too severe. Although he didn't hurt any bones, his meridians were damaged too much. In addition, he lost too much blood, so he wouldn't be able to recover in a short while.

Wang Ziqiao could only stabilize the old man's injury first, so as not to let him bleed again.

After half an hour, Wang Ziqiao withdrew his hand in the surprise of the old man.

"Are you a cultivator? A warlock? Are you using Taoism?" The old man raised his eyes and asked angrily in doubt.

"You can take it as Taoism!" Wang Ziqiao replied calmly.

After hearing this, the old man let out a long breath: "Why didn't you kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

The old man froze, and said: "If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you when I recover from my injuries!"

"Then wait until you recover from your injury. Can you tell me your name? And how to use the nine swords? I like this kind of weapon very much!" Wang Ziqiao held the big sword behind his back as he spoke. He put it in his hand and looked up and down.

The old man sneered: "It's okay to tell you, the old man is called Lonely and Free, and I created the Nine Swords. It was originally prepared for the martial arts competition next year, but I never wanted to be defeated by a warlock like you. The old man refuses to accept it!"

"Dugu Nine Swords? I'm sweating..." Wang Ziqiao was stunned for a while.

"That's right, you can call it Dugu Nine Swords. I'm from Huaxia. I've lived in seclusion here since the martial arts conference 30 years ago!"

But at this time, Ye Qingling opened his eyes, looked at Dugu Wuwei, and said, "Are you the former sword ghost Dugu Wuwei?"

"Damn it?" Wang Ziqiao was stunned again, that someone still had such a nickname.

"Sword Demon, it's not a ghost. I didn't expect that someone would know my name!" Dugu smiled wryly, "Hahaha... I thought that after ten years of sharpening my sword, I would be able to shock the martial arts world when I came out of the rivers and lakes again, but I didn't I think I lost to you two young people today, hahaha... I am really old, I am old... The waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves, a new generation replaces the old, and it is impossible to refuse to accept the old!"

This Dugu Wuwei seemed to have aged a lot suddenly at this moment, not referring to his appearance, but from his heart, he no longer had the vigor and fighting spirit just now, and his whole person was much sluggish.

Wang Ziqiao looked at it, and said a little bit unbearably: "Senior is a late fifth-level cultivation base, how can you say old so easily?"

"I don't need you to comfort me. I naturally know that there are generations of talents in the Jianghu. Now it's your young people's world. You and that girl have good cultivation and talent. That's all. Today, the old man sees that you spare my life." , and healed my legs, the sword is given to you, as for the eagle egg, you can only ask the old eagle to see if it agrees to let you take it away!"

The old man stood up with difficulty, came to a stone at the door, and sat down again.

Seeing the old man showing weakness, Wang Ziqiao couldn't bear it even more. He is not a murderous demon yet, so he said: "Old senior, just now this junior was too aggressive, please forgive me!"

"Don't blame you, if you want to blame, you can only blame me. If you don't hurt me, I will hurt you, young man, here is another book, it is my experience of practicing swords in the past ten years, and it will help you how to use Dugu Nine Swords Helpful!"

As the old man said, he took out a diary from his close-fitting pocket. This diary was only the size of a palm, two fingers thick, and looked a bit worn out. He stroked it for a long time before throwing the diary to Prince Joe.

Wang Ziqiao took it in a hurry, put the big sword behind his back, and opened it to see that it really is some tricks of practicing swords, and even drew some body movements of practicing swords, how to use the magnetic force between the nine swords to make the nine swords The power is raised to the best state.

The more Wang Ziqiao looked at it, the more fascinated Wang Ziqiao was. Standing where he was, he gradually fell into it. He quickly scanned the knowledge written on the paper with his mental power. In just 10 to [-] minutes, he had all the memories in his mind.

When he looked at the old man, he found that the old man was meditating, and Ye Qingling was doing the same. Both of them were recovering their internal strength.

Wang Ziqiao didn't bother them, but fortunately it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still six or seven hours before the meeting with Huo Jianfei, so Wang Ziqiao came to the stream behind the house with a big sword and a tree heart on his back. Start practicing.

Nine swords look majestic when used, but if you are not proficient in knocking, the first thing you will hurt is not the enemy, but yourself. You must start with two swords, then three swords... and finally you can use all nine swords.

Of course, Wang Ziqiao can practice swords much faster, because he has mental power, which can split many tentacles, even if some small swords go off track, he can use mental power to control them.

These nine swords are forged using the magnetite from the sky, and they have a huge attraction to each other.

Wang Ziqiao did an experiment. Even if the small sword is placed about [-] meters away, there is still mutual attraction between it and the big sword. Of course, if it is farther away, it is impossible to use the big sword to attract it back.

This also made Wang Ziqiao very satisfied. Even a super expert might not be able to achieve a combat radius of [-] meters.

Because Wang Ziqiao had completely memorized the attacking skills that Dugu Wuhui had explored for ten years in his mind, and he had also seen how Dugu Wuhui used the Nine Swords just now, so his progress was extremely rapid.

Choo Choo Choo……

Shuttle-shaped sword shadows, driven by the great sword, circled around Prince Qiao, making it impossible to see the real body with the naked eye, like the wheels of a speeding car.

One, two, three...

The number quickly increased to eight, eight sword bodies of different sizes, flying around Prince Joe non-stop, bringing up gusts of wind, accompanied by the rapid sound of piercing through the air, just like a fighter jet piercing through the air, The roar continues...

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