Eternal Demon King

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

As usual, Yang Xuan stood lazily on the martial arts field outside Qixuanmen.

"One day's plan lies in the morning. If you want to become inner disciples and honor your ancestors, diligent and hard training is the only way. Remember, whoever cannot break through to the Condensing Origin Realm before the age of eighteen will be expelled from the door according to the rules of the sect. wall."

An old man with a childish face and a red face stood on the training platform at the front of the martial arts field and said loudly.

The old man is none other than Gu Yunfeng, the great elder of the outer sect of Qixuanmen.

After saying a sentence, he cleared his throat and got down to business: "Listen, this old man is explaining basic swordsmanship today."

"What, basic swordsmanship? What's so good about this kind of bad street swordsmanship?"

"Yeah, our top priority is to cultivate the fleshly body, open up the meridians of the whole body, and break through to the condensing essence realm."

"What are you doing, I thought the Great Elder was going to teach us some gorgeous combat skills today!"

Many teenagers and girls in the audience whispered, these outer sect disciples are all in the body quenching state, this state is to refine the body, open up the meridians of the whole body, condense the innate vitality, and only hope to step into the condensed essence.

At that time, it was possible to practice both martial arts and martial arts. Not to mention martial arts, martial arts was a method of using vitality, and its power was much stronger than that of basic swordsmanship.

Moreover, even if they did not reach the Condensation Origin Realm, the power of many combat skills exceeded that of basic swordsmanship.

Based on this, no one wants to waste time on basic swordsmanship.

"Basic swordsmanship, it's boring." Yang Xuan shook his head gently, closed his eyes, and dozed off. For the past six months, he has had the same dream every night. In the dream, he murdered like a numb, often woke up in the middle of the night, and fell into a serious sleep. insufficient.

There were too many people in the audience, and Gu Yunfeng didn't notice Yang Xuan, he shouted: "Shut up, don't look down on basic swordsmanship, this thing can exist in the world for a long time, and there is a reason for its existence, you should all know Sword God, right? "

"I know that the sword god's name is Gu Tongxuan."

"I also know that Sword God seems to have been born on our Xingchen Island, and he was already a famous swordsman in the world more than a thousand years ago."

Many disciples shouted loudly.

"You're right, but you only know one thing and don't know the other. To tell you the truth, Sword God is the one who cultivated basic swordsmanship since childhood, and can only comprehend the meaning of sword at the age of weakness, master the profound meaning of swordsmanship at the age of 100, and finally set up a sect in Zhongzhou. , recruit disciples widely, and be admired by thousands of people." Gu Yunfeng said.

"real or fake!?"

Everyone was amazed. They knew that Sword God was the master of the super-sect Sword God Palace in Zhongzhou, and he was also a world-famous swordsman. His swordsmanship was superb and unpredictable.

"This matter is absolutely true, so if you want to make achievements in kendo, you must practice hard basic swordsmanship and understand the profound meaning of kendo."

Having said that, Gu Yunfeng paused and said, "After saying so much, you may still be a little unconvinced, so let's find someone to demonstrate to you."

After speaking, he asked, "Can Yang Xuan be here?"

The voice fell, and no one answered.

After a while, someone laughed loudly: "Reporting to the Great Elder, Yang Xuan fell asleep."

"Haha, I really fell asleep." A group of people burst into laughter, all looking at a teenager.

The young man was Yang Xuan. He looked sixteen or seventeen years old. He was very handsome, but he was so thin that he seemed to be knocked down by a gust of wind.

At this moment, he lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and slept soundly.

"You can fall asleep while standing, this guy is really weird." Someone chuckled.

"Yang Xuan." Gu Yunfeng roared in a louder voice, he was a little angry, but he didn't expect that any disciple would dare to doze off under his nose.

"The disciple is here." Yang Xuan was awakened by the roar, and he didn't care to wipe the saliva from his mouth, and responded in a panic.

"Exit."

"Yes, Great Elder."

Yang Xuan didn't know why Gu Yunfeng called him out, but he still endured the sleepiness, walked out from the inconspicuous corner behind the crowd, and trotted all the way to the stage.

"Take the sword!"

Without giving Yang Xuan any good looks, Gu Yunfeng waved his sleeve robe and an iron sword flew off the stage.

Yang Xuan reacted quickly, raised his right hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and moved neatly, Gu Yunfeng's eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "Yang Xuan, this old man has seen you practice the sword in private a few days ago, it's very good, you are now Demonstrate basic swordsmanship to many colleagues, so that they can see the power of basic swordsmanship."

"I see."

Yang Xuan was stunned, and only then did he understand why Gu Yunfeng wanted to come out by himself. He didn't think much about it, and said respectfully, "Follow the orders of the elders!"

After speaking, he half-squinted and opened it suddenly, his eyes became extremely sharp, as if two cold sword lights flashed.

Swish!

A group of teenagers and girls looked at him in unison.

At this moment, that lazy, seemingly thin figure suddenly became taller in the eyes of many people, especially the eyes were deep and sharp, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Under everyone's attention, Yang Xuan's face did not change color, his waist was slightly sinking, his left foot took a half step back, his right elbow was adducted, and then suddenly burst out. Void.

This is the stab of basic swordsmanship!

It is required to be fast, ruthless and accurate, and kill the enemy with one blow.

As the iron sword pierced the air, Yang Xuan did not stop, and his body moved quickly, sometimes like an eagle hitting the sky, sometimes like a lion or a tiger rushing at a sheep, the iron sword in his hand flew, and the sword light all over his body was like a cobweb.

Basic swordsmanship is not very gorgeous, but it has a long history, including stab, split, point, lift, pick, collapse, cut, cut, wipe, cut, cloud, hang, frame, etc.

In ancient times, this technique was a must for sword cultivators, but after a long time, few people are willing to practice it, because this technique is easy to learn and difficult to master, and it takes time and effort to achieve something.

However, Yang Xuan is different. He has longed for the happiness and revenge of the sword-wielding world since he was a child. Besides, he has a very high talent in the swordsmanship. , he felt uncomfortable.

hum! hum! hum!

The sword light was flying like raindrops, and it was like lightning, and his sword swing speed had reached the extreme.

"Wow! It's amazing!"

"Yeah, it turns out that basic swordsmanship can be so gorgeous!"

"Hehe, this girl has decided to practice basic swordsmanship in the future!"

Many young and young girls who have just started are amazed. Most of them pursue gorgeous combat skills and lack interest in basic swordsmanship. However, the basic swordsmanship used by Yang Xuan is fluent and full of unspeakable explosive power and beauty, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Cut, what's so powerful, just wait and see, he won't last long." Suddenly, a strange voice of Yin and Yang sounded in the crowd.

"why?"

"Hey, he's just a piece of trash. He has been practicing in the outer sect for five years before he is at the second level of Tempering Body Realm, and he is seventeen years old this year. In one year, unless he eats some panacea, it is impossible to break through to Ning Yuan. The environment is destined to be swept out of the house.”

"Alas, if you don't practice swordsmanship, you're going to get old and useless. It's a pity!"

"What a pity, trash is always trash. Even if you have some talent in kendo, your cultivation is just an empty shelf."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Yang Xuan's sword swing speed to become slower and slower, his face gradually paled, and the sweat from his body had completely soaked his clothes.

In just a short while, his arms were sore and numb, his body lost his strength, and the speed of swinging his sword seemed to have become a turtle crawling.

"Hey, see, he's dying." Someone sneered.

Yang Xuan's expression was focused, and he turned a deaf ear to all kinds of ridicules. Although his muscles were sore and uncomfortable at the moment, he still had no intention of stopping.

"I haven't finished a set of basic swordsmanship, I can't stop, I can't stop."

"Hold on, I'm still young, and I can't give up easily. My father asked someone to find a relationship to send me to Qixuanmen. His expectations for me are so high, I can't let him down."

Continuing to cheer himself up in his heart, Yang Xuan bit his lip and continued to swing the iron sword. Every slow movement made him miserable. His face became paler and his body was sweating like rain, but his brows were even more determined. My heart was filled with a growing obsession.

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan, stop, you'll pass out if you go on like this." A young girl couldn't stand it any longer and shouted crisply.

"Junior Sister Xue'er, he's a waste, why do you care so much about him?"

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan is not a waste, you don't have to talk nonsense."

"Junior sister, you, you don't fall in love with him, do you?"

...

"Hey, this son has a very high attainments in swordsmanship, but his physique is too poor. If there is no chance, it will be difficult for him to step into the condensing essence realm in this life."

Gu Yunfeng sighed softly in his heart, and couldn't bear to look anymore, and said softly, "Okay, Yang Xuan, stop."

"thump!"

No matter how hard it was, Yang Xuan knelt on the ground with a bitter smile on his face: "This body is really weak, and I'm like a dog if I haven't finished a basic set of swordsmanship."

"Go down and rest."

"Yes, Great Elder."

Yang Xuan nodded, struggled to prop up his body, and staggered toward the back of the martial arts field.

Along the way, he could clearly see the gloating gazes of many of his classmates, but he didn't realize it, and didn't take it to heart at all. After years of cultivation in the outer sect, he had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and his mind was extremely firm.

...

After the morning exercise, Yang Xuan's head was dizzy, and he didn't know how he left, vaguely, he felt as if he was being supported by a girl and returned to his residence.

He was so tired that his body seemed to fall apart, and he threw himself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Not surprisingly, a strange dream struck.

For more than half a year, every time Yang Xuan fell asleep, he would have a strange dream.

In the dream, he became a different person. He was extremely talented since he was a child. He was already famous in the mainland in his twenties, but he was notorious because he did all kinds of evil in robbery and looting. Known as the Asura Demon Lord.

However, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, and there is no one who does not suffer a knife. When he was twenty-eight years old, he suffered a catastrophe and was besieged by more than a dozen top experts, and finally died in battle.

That battle was earth-shattering, dozens of cities were destroyed, and countless people died tragically. Within a radius of ten thousand miles, everything was vanished and life was wiped out.