Talisman Emperor

The wind, at the end of Qing Ping, softly as a cloud of willows, when violent, can break the seas and shatter mountains, destroy and drag decay, no matter the changes, nothing in the heavens and earth can come out of its right.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, in the cloud sea, Chen Xixin thought a little, temporarily renounced the practice of "Jianxian Sword Road” and went to see the other seven swords.

Dryer, Tianya, the sword power of “Dry Sword Road” is high, like a heavenly dome, the sky is thin, Kun, the earth is also, “Kun Sword Road” is heavy and defensive.

Kansai, Shuiya, “Kanjiando” is like a river, like a waterfall.

Leaving, Fire, “Leaving the Sword" is wild and fierce.

The shocker, Ray, “Swordsman's Way" is as powerful as a thunder, indestructible.

The Gong, the mountain, the "Gong Jian Dao” is like a mountain, full of majesty.

He, Ze Ya, “Sword to Sword" if dragged like sticky, stalled Wan Jun.

These seven swords, like the “swords of the sword", are all densely changed, vast as the sea, each with its own wonderful use, and contain many heavens and earth Aoyi.

At least in the eyes of Chen Xi, want to know this sword method, in addition to deduction, enlightenment, also to understand the sky, earth, mountains, thunder, water, fire, wind, Ze eight ways.

Among them, water, fire, wind, thunder, four kinds of meaning, Chen Xi has mastered, the meaning of the tunnel, mountain road is only a trail, all belong to the pavement, the same is true of Ze Dao, belong to the pavement, and is also mastered by him. In short, these eight kinds of meaning, only the sky way means that Chen Xi is temporarily out of control, and the other seven are already in the heart. It is also because of this that Bei Heng or Wan Tibetan Sword Dictionary is suitable for Chen Xishan enlightenment, also because of material teaching.

However, Beiheng merely advised him to enlighten, not to practice. After all, it was too difficult to practise the Book of the Tibetan Swords. The world knows that this sword is powerful, but nobody practises it. Why? There's only one word - hard!

Although the life expectancy of a monk is much greater than that of a worldly mortal, if he is unable to feather heavenly fairies and live with the heavens and earth, one day he will also fall due to the depletion of the life force. And that's why no one wastes a lot of time learning about a sword that can't be practiced successfully.

This is the consensus of the vast majority of people, or someone who has cultivated success, but it is also the existence of Cape Phoenix, and I'm afraid none of it.

However, Chen Xi intends to practise, he is not more true, he does not disbelieve this evil, it is purely an impulse from the heart, just like he made the charm, purely because the heart likes, for no other reason.

Moreover, he implicitly felt that if he succeeded in practicing the Ten Thousand Hidden Swords, it would be of immeasurable benefit to him to do so.

Fudo, essentially, is to deduce the heavens and the earth, and decay into magic. And this Ten Thousand Hidden Swords Dictionary, even though it's a sword, why doesn't it include heaven and earth?

“If you succeed in cultivating the Ten Thousand Hidden Swords before you advance to Golden Dan, you may be able to stand undefeated at the Star Convention...”

Chen Xixi pondered for a long time, even when he started practicing from "Jianjian Dao”.

In the knowledge of the sea, the immense power of the divine soul slowly operated, immersed in endless changes, all he had to do was to push out all the changes in the sword canal, into the heart.

This is an enormous project, like remembering the trajectory of hundreds of millions of stars, so complex, so boring, so laborious.

Fortunately, Chen Xi has a strong charm to cultivate, but also from the heart to cultivate the Ten Thousand Tibetan Swords Dictionary, but he is not bored.

As such, Chen Xi immersed himself in the projection, unaware of the passage of time, day and night, sitting on the shores of the cliffs of Zhongxin Peak, not shaking, not eating or drinking, like a statue of mud.

During this time, the top and bottom of the heart were also on the right track. Seventy-two male and female interior disciples, each busy, dedicated and well-organized.

Today, the name of Chen Xi is the name of the entire practice world in Nanjiang. The seventy-two disciples of the inner gate of Liuyun Sword Sect also feel honored and proud.

Moreover, because Chen Xiao is the brother of the elder Beiheng, the material and various welfare treatment granted to the sincere peak within the Gate is one of the richest in the whole sect, but it also provokes other fax disciples, even the elders are envious. But I can only envy it. I can't raise a little dissatisfaction and envy. I can't help it. Who let my elder be Chen Xi's older brother?

It is worth mentioning that after the demise of the Su family, Su Parent and son Su Zhen, who had originally joined Lingdu's ancestors, suddenly disappeared. No one knew where they had gone, whether they were dead or alive. Some say that they were killed by the enemy, others say that they fled, the crowd spoke of it, but with the passage of time, the name Su Zen gradually faded out of view, and no one mentioned him anymore.

It's been a year since the days passed so quietly.

On this day, heavy snow flew, the heavens and the earth were white. In the early morning, Beiheng arrived at the peak of his heart, but he saw that Chen Xiao was still practicing, his body was wiped out by heavy snow, and he could not see his appearance.

“He's been practicing?” Bei Hengxuan dissented, he was also closed this year. This time, he wanted to see how Chen Xi cultivated, but didn't think that Chen Xi seemed to be closed as well.

“Well, my brother's been sitting there since last year.” Chen Hao stood beside Beiheng and explained in a low voice.

“Last year? Has this guy been enlightening himself about the Book of Swords?” Beiheng Shenzhen came to Chen Xi in a hurry and found that the atmosphere in Chen Xi's body was quiet and not practicing at all, so there is only one possibility, he is promoting the Ten Thousand Tibetan Swords in his heart!

“Really... how can I put it?” Bei Heng's eyebrows were picked, seemed to want to be angry, but he pressed them down alive again, grinning and sighing bitterly: “I shouldn't have given him the Sword of Heaven if I had known that. ”

“Ten Thousand Hidden Swords? So this is the world's hardest sword to practice, and few people can practice it successfully.” Chen Hao suddenly heard his master honor Xuan Zhenman speak of this sword method and understand the difficulty of cultivating it.

“Just practice, practice, hope he knows best, otherwise it would be a pure waste of time.” Bei Heng shook his head and turned away.

“Retreat in distress? I wish my brother could practice success... Well, I have to work hard too. I'll be back in Pine Cigarette City in a few years to rebuild the Chen family to comfort Grandpa's spirit in heaven.” Chen Hao Lan muttered to himself and then left.

Another year of cold wind, Chen Xi has been sitting on the edge of the cliff for two years, but there is still no sign of awakening.

After Chen Haoqin practiced hard, he would come to the top of the mountain to take a look at his brother. He acutely found that his face had become paler and paler. His cheeks had also fallen deep, and his thick long hair and beard had been dragged to the ground, and his face had withered.

Seeing this scene, Chen Hao couldn't help but worry about Chen Xi, his heart and blood were consumed too much, which was extremely unfavourable to practice, he didn't say anything about the damage to the main body, and he was also very easy to get into the demon. If so, he would be completely abandoned.

During this period, Beiheng, Wen Xuan Zhenren, Ling Kungzi, Du Qingxi, Tuan Mu Ze, Song Lin and others also visited Chen Xi, but it was also sighing to learn that Chen Xi had been enlightening Wan Tibetan Sword Dictionary.

Admittedly, Chen Xi's qualifications are extraordinary and his strength is extremely strong, but in everyone's view, he wants to cultivate the "Ten Thousand Tibetan Swords Dictionary" to succeed, and his hopes are extremely remote, while Chen Xi's behavior has become the tip of the diamond horn, wasting his own time, his energy is not pleasant.

Gradually, the whole Sword Sect of Liu Yun knew that Chen Xi was practicing the "Ten Thousand Tibetan Swords Dictionary". It was astonishing, surprising, but more questionable, no one thought he could succeed, purely regarded the matter as a tragedy. A young genius, now doubtless with lunatics, is truly breathtaking.

Third year.

Fourth year.

In the fifth year, looking at the silent Chen Xi, Chen Hao could no longer bear the worries in his heart, intending to wake up his brother, because he felt that his life breath had become extremely weak, even nearly exhausted. If he continued like this, he would no doubt die.

“Hmm?” As Chen Hao prepared to act, he discovered violently that his brother Chen Xi's body seemed to have moved a little, but when he looked closely, he still looked as though he was still stunned.

“Am I hallucinating?” Just as Chen Hao was confused, he saw his brother's eyes open and his eyes filled with blood, red and scary abnormalities.

“Brother, are you awake?” Chen Hao trembled.

Chen Xi ignored him, stood up, the whole person had died like a bamboo pole, and his cheeks and eyesore were deeply depressed and miserable.

“Whoo!”

Chen Xi began to breathe deeply, running witchcraft, and suddenly, the blood filament in his eyes quickly disappeared, the skin membrane around him swelled up, and the dry wrinkles disappeared, replacing it with a luminous glow like warm jade stone, while his cheeks, too, restored their previous appearance of sober and handsome.

In an instant, Chen Xi sentenced two people to floating dust, and God picked Junchi, no more of the previous miserable appearance.

“Brother, you have finally returned lost your way. The sword of the Ten Thousand Hidden Swords is even more powerful, even if you don't practice it.” Chen Hao was worried.

Chen Xiaozhu didn't say much. The finger is a sword and comes out with a thorn.

This finger does not contain a hint of real yuan, but it falls into Chen Hao's eyes, but it seems like it blends perfectly with the surrounding void, the sky is slim, difficult to imagine, as if any change of its own can not escape the attack of this finger, it seems like it is in despair, it is helpless.

Spiritual meditation, such as the Vancouver skyscraper, is the "dry sword path”.

However, Chen Hao has been obsessed with Kendo since childhood. Over the years, he has quenched the enlightened swordplay more and more powerful. Hiddenly, he is about to touch the edge of the dojo. How can he grab it in the face of his brother?

“Well done!” Chen Hao drank, likewise fingering as a sword, in the void, suddenly a huge wave, the authentic smell of Emerald gushed out of the fingertips, never forward, Wanfu was no match, diameter towards the fingertips of Chen Xi.

Chen Xiao smiled slightly, his fingers shook, instantly illusioned a large river, the waves were magnificent, accommodating everything, easily dissolving Chen Hao's blow into the invisible.

The heavens are not weaker than the water, and the aggressors are not victorious - “Kan Jiandao”.

Chen Hao was frustrated, but was inspired to persevere in his heart. When his fingers were connected, the sword power of Tangtang Zhengzheng was like, shaping civilization, writing an embroidered article of green history, the words Zhuzhu, bright and upright, full of power in the void, like the death of a saint, inviolable.

Chen Xiaodao laughed and moved his fingers again. “Kun Jiandao”, "Feng Dao”, “Leaving Jiandao”, “Zhen Jiandao” and “Gong Jiandao” were successively sent out. Nothing but a move to repel his brother Chen Hao's offense. The sword is unique.

“No more, no more.” Chen Hao jumped in and shouted: “But I won't admit to losing. One day, I will surpass you. ”

“Then I wait, hahahaha...” The louder Chen Xi laughed, the clearer the sound of the dragon, rang between the heavens and the earth, with an indescribable taste of joy, immunity and happiness.

Sitting dead for five years, sleepless forgetfulness, vomiting and bleeding, all sorts of hard and dangerous, unprofessional, inadequate and inhumane.