There is magic in the world

Chapter 476 Han Xiuwu Zhao Sanqian Feng Donglai

Ye Tongtian left and started his own way to rule the world. No one knew about his departure except a few lives.

Iron Turtle, Chu Xuan, Wang Dafu... these friends, Ye Tongtian had seen them in secret, but did not show up to say goodbye.

When he decided to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, his life was doomed to have many separations, and no one could accompany him on his journey.

Farewell is like a small river, let it flow quietly.

No sorrow, no worries, as light as water, as leisurely as clouds...

Within the Tianjian Palace residence, Han Xiuwu walked in a forest in a daze.

He frowned, feeling confused.

After experiencing the death of a character, changing from Han Qing to Han Xiuwu, his life seemed to be turned upside down, making him feel that he has undoubtedly plummeted from the peak of his life, but is this not a transformation?
He couldn't help admitting how weak he was before, and he couldn't use his peak to brag about himself anymore. The former self was actually a small player, and there were too many people who were stronger than him. He was arrogant, impetuous, and arrogant...

If it wasn't for Ye Tongtian, how could he be worthy of having the status of an elder, how could he be worthy of being in charge of the Sutra Pavilion?
A death, like breaking his pride, made him think a lot. In the end, Ye Tongtian's figure kept growing in his heart.

He seemed to have realized that he was no longer greedy for vanity, and he also recognized the difference in this world. He wanted to practice martial arts, and wanted to be as powerful as Ye Tongtian.

So there was Han Xiuwu.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to worship Ye Tongtian as his teacher, and from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to set foot in the martial arts, instead of just hugging his thighs and looking for convenience like before.

However, he couldn't see Ye Tongtian.

He had looked for Sword Master, but Sword Master said that Ye Tongtian was by his side, which made him puzzled and felt a sense of defeat in his heart.

He was walking aimlessly at this moment, but there was no surrounding scenery in his eyes.

The Heavenly Sword Palace's resident is now very large, and he didn't know where he was. He just sat down on a boulder, took out a small statue and played with it in his hand.

The small statue is the "Seven Kills Swordsman" given to him by Ye Tongtian, it is a mysterious engraving product, after instilling inner strength, he will practice the Seven Kills Swordsmanship, which is quite interesting.

This item was dropped when his character died, and it was returned by everyone. It is strange to say that when he returned as Han Xiuwu, he saw everyone, but he didn't ask them for the quasi-experimental life-sustaining ring, nor did he talk about Zixiao Leigang's match. On the contrary, what I care most about is this small sculpture.

After instilling some internal strength, the "Swordsman of Seven Kills" began to automatically practice the sword move style at this moment. It was smaller than a fist, like a wind-up toy, tossing and turning, which was quite interesting.

But Han Xiuwu no longer treats it as a toy.

He took out an ordinary iron sword, but following the movements of the "Seven Kills Swordsman", he also began to practice the Seven Kills Swordsmanship.

His movements were clumsy, not as coherent and natural as the "Seven Kills Swordsman", but he was very serious, and gradually seemed to realize something, and immersed himself in the swordsmanship.

However, Han Xiuwu didn't notice that when he became more and more immersed in practicing the Seven Killing Swordsmanship, there were seven huge sword-shaped boulders quietly emitting light around him. Slowly, when Han Xiuwu was completely fascinated, the seven stones Seven blurred figures suddenly appeared on the boulder.

The confused figure couldn't see his face clearly, they were all holding a long sword, and they also started to practice sword moves, but their sword moves were completely different in style, some were fierce and fierce, some were gentle and feminine, some focused on moving around, and some It's straight forward...

However, they are all Seven Kills sword techniques.

At some point, Han Xiuwu suddenly noticed seven figures around him, and he seemed to see seven of himself dancing sword moves.

"Is this the true meaning of the Seven Kills Sword Art?"

Han Xiuwu felt as if he had fallen into a dream, and the seven figures gradually occupied his entire mind, making his mind constantly have spiritual lights.

"Seven kills swordsmanship can cultivate seven kinds of inner strength, rushing, collapsing, entanglement, shock, rigidity, softness, and rebellion... The seven kinds of inner strengths cooperate with each other to evolve endless sword moves. There are many ways, and there are killing moves everywhere."

If Han Xiuwu has comprehended it, his brain roars, and he thought: "It's just the seven kinds of inner strength. If they are cultivated, they will have infinite power. When the Qi is condensed, it can become the seven kinds of sword energy, and when it is manifested, it can transform the seven kinds of artistic conception. It is already extremely powerful, and if the seven kinds of internal energy are combined and changed, the power will be increased countless times. And the seven killing sword moves, such as the barbaric dragon killing, the sky star killing, and the seven-fold sword shadow, are all formed by the combination of seven kinds of internal energy unique sword moves, they can be stronger..."

"Is this the top skill?"

Han Xiuwu was stunned. He only felt that a door was slowly opening for him under the dance of the Seven Killing Swordsman and the seven figures...

Zhao Sanqian was sitting cross-legged beside a pool of water, his silver-white beard and hair were neatly trimmed, and he was wearing a plain robe at the moment, with an aura like an abyss.

The water pool here is also a newly formed area in the Tianjian Palace resident, and there is a small waterfall on it.

Zhao Sanqian sat here quietly, thinking a lot.

"The rumors of true martial arts originated more than forty years ago. I have searched all kinds of clues in the past ten years, and finally found that all the information about true martial arts seems to point to one person. That is the person in the legend, known as the only true martial artist, named Ye Kuangxian. "

"This person is mysterious, unfathomable, and rumored to be dead, but...Senior, you hide it too well, your acting skills are much better than mine..."

Zhao Sanqian's heart was full of Ye Tongtian's shadow. He was not in good shape on weekdays, but today he was extremely serious.

"Senior, have you left? Why did I refuse to see you when I found out your identity?" Zhao Sanqian felt bitter in his heart.

He couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the small waterfall. The water of the waterfall was thin and thin. At this time, there was a wind that stirred it like a curtain. Suddenly, Zhao Sanqian's eyes froze.

He saw some weird patterns on the stone wall behind the waterfall. He couldn't see those patterns clearly, but they seemed to be involved in his mind and touched the thousand illusions he felt.

"The wind has no form, and the cloud has no form. This is unpredictable!" Zhao Sanqian exclaimed in surprise, "This, who left this artistic conception?"

Zhao Sanqian suddenly felt that the road to true martial arts was within reach.In the past ten years, there has never been such a moment that made him feel so close to Zhenwu...

At the same time, in the Sword Washing Pond, there were four figures standing in one place.

These four people are all young heroes, one of them is Long Liangtian with a long sword on his back.The second person has a deep temperament, a little cold and arrogant, and has a sword-shaped birthmark on the back of his hand. He is Wu Shaojie, the sword demon.

The third person has a handsome face and a free and easy temperament, like a romantic son. He is actually Li Shaoyuan, who used to be the number one guardian of the fans.

As for the last person, he was wearing a white silk robe and yawned constantly, as if he was extremely sleepy. He was Feng Donglai, the head of the Northern Province's Four Young Masters.

The Four Young Masters of Northern Province are four mysterious people in the present world. They were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

Long Liangtian is like luck added to his body, his luck is unmatched.Wu Shaojie was born with extraordinary swordsmanship, surpassing the master.Li Shaoyuan has a keen sense of martial arts, like a sixth sense.

As for Feng Donglai, he is the most miraculous, extremely drowsy, he can actually enter other people's dreams, and he has repeated dreams.

The four young masters of the Northern Province are also from wealthy families and have deep friendships, so they actually got together in Xijian Pond today.

"It's really a long journey from Yitian Mansion in Zhongzhou to Tianjian Palace in Southern Region, and then to Shuai Tian Mansion to arrest the third child." Feng Donglai said at this moment, with a deep sleepiness on his face, "You haven't awakened yet, so you can't recognize Master, but I can, once we meet, no matter what Master looks like now, I can recognize it. But let me sleep now. Hey, this stone bed is not bad !"

Feng Donglai carelessly lay down on a big rock next to him.

The boulder was also weird, it was lying down together, and it was unknown when it appeared, Wu Shaojie and Long Liangtian often came to Xijian Pond but they had never seen it before.

As soon as Feng Donglai lay down, he immediately fell asleep soundly, as if he was really sleepy.

But in his dream...

Feng Donglai stared at a figure in a daze. That figure was sitting cross-legged in the void, with a scroll of Ten Thousand Dragons unfolded above its head.

"There are those who have dreamed of the Tao for a hundred years, their minds are peaceful and ethereal, and I can see my figure. I have laid down this dream with the picture of the supreme ten thousand dragons, and I have the dream technique "Immortal Dream Control God". Those who have cultivated fairy dreams can be my disciples. In the Heavenly Sword Palace, waiting for the immortal mountain to be unsealed, to pass on the way of immortal martial arts..."

Feng Donglai was stunned and shocked. He looked at the figure in the dream, and an incomparably familiar feeling came to his heart. It seemed that he couldn't restrain it, and he burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)