Uncle-Master, Please Help Us

In the thatched house, just after Su Yin left, Lu Qiuran's eyes had been staring at the Jianqi Pavilion in the distance, for fear that something might happen and there would be no time for rescue.

"Doctor Lu don't worry, there is no danger in breaking into the tower!"

Seeing her like this, Li Mogang smiled slightly.

Lu Qiuran shook his head: "The first three floors are not dangerous, it doesn't mean that there is no..."

Li Mogang frowned slightly: "Doctor Lu has been worrying too much. You, the junior, are not too old, and it is the first time to pass through the barriers. It would be nice to be able to pass the first level, but you don't need to look forward to the rest!"

He has been cultivating here for no less than ten years, and he got the guidance of martial arts masters before he reached the third level. You are a doctor's junior, who has never been here, and wants to go to the third level...what a joke!

"The first layer is difficult?"

Seeing what he said was so sure, Lu Qiuran was also a little confused, looking curiously.

"That's natural, the sword qi pavilion has a special formation method that can suppress the immortal yuan in the cultivator's body, that is to say, when you get here, you can only pass through the understanding of the sword method!"

With his neck raised, Li Mogang's eyes were proud: "The first level is to shoot 100 egg-sized **** from all directions in an irregular manner. The trespasser must use a sword for all the **** in ten breaths. Cut it down, one can't be left out... It's not a big deal to use the immortal yuan, the difficulty is very different if only by swordsmanship."

"This…"

Lu Qiuran's heart tightened.

No wonder the Jianqi Pavilion has been standing for thousands of years, and no one can reach the ninth floor. It is not as easy as expected.

Seeing her expression, Li Mogang became more and more proud: "In order to get through this, I drew my sword and wielded my sword for seven full years. I never slack a day. I would sleep with the sword in my arms at night, striving for a perfect fit. ...Until one day, when I felt that this sword became an extension of my arm, did I achieve the result of my thoughts, where the sword came, and successfully passed the test..."

"I just saw your junior, there is no sword intent in his body, plus learning medical skills and distracting energy, so the chance of passing is extremely small!"

Unexpectedly that cultivating kendo is so cumbersome, Lu Qiuran frowned: "No, the Xue Qianqiu you mentioned is not very old, and is not kendo also majoring in it? Why do you go further than you?"

"he?"

Li Mogang shook his head with a helpless expression: "His teacher is the world's first holy saint in the sky! Although he didn't practice like me, he was talented, and he realized the [Extreme Dao Sword Intent] at the age of seventeen!"

"Extreme Dao Sword Intent?"

"Sword intent is a connotation that can only be born when the swordsman has reached the limit of swordsmanship. Once born, it can reach the realm of'man is a sword and sword is a man'. At this time, the long sword will become a body. Part of it, regardless of each other!"

"Of course, this is only the first state of sword intent, [Mixed Sword Intent]! Then it is [Unified Sword Intent], which is the state of the unity of human and sword, and above it is [Extreme Dao Sword Intent] , [Supreme Sword Intent], [Invincible Sword Intent]!"

Li Mogang said: "As soon as Xue Qianqiu comprehended the sword intent, he reached the extreme realm. This kind of genius has not appeared in the immortal realm for thousands of years. If he hits the seventh floor, it is naturally no problem. It is definitely not your junior, it can be compared. of…"

Before the words fell, a strong sword aura in the direction of Jianqi Pavilion rushed straight into the sky and swept across.

Click!

The long sword in his arms, like a Shiba dog meeting a tiger, shivered and fell to the ground.

"this is…"

His pupils shrank, Li Mogang stood up abruptly, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly: "Supreme Sword Intent? How can this be possible!"

Although he hasn't reached this level, he can still feel the sword intent and level of his sword after years of practicing swordsmanship.

As soon as he finished talking about the other party, he couldn't even pass the first level, he released this level of sword intent, which is stronger than Xue Qianqiu...

How did you do it?

His face was red, Li Mogang only felt the hot pain on his face, and he wanted to get into the ground directly.

Not only him, but all thatched huts lit up at the same time, and more than a hundred sword repairmen walked away from the room, looking in the direction of Jianqi Pavilion, slowly raising their long swords, like a pilgrimage!

…

Jianqi Pavilion, the eighth floor.

In front of a huge stone tablet, two middle-aged people were sitting with their backs to the stone tablet. Their slightly opened eyes were dim and without the slightest fluctuation. It turned out that both of them were blind.

"Sage Zhaoxia, since yesterday, I can hold on for five breaths!"

A middle-aged man on the left suddenly spoke with an excited smile on his face.

"Sage You Chi, you..."

The Zhaoxia saint on the right was stunned, his face showed a deep unwillingness, and finally turned into a long sigh: "Your talent is indeed much stronger than mine. For a hundred years of persistence, I just barely persisted in four. Breathe…"

"It's not a high talent, it's just luck!"

Saint You Chi nodded: "I was lucky last night, and I realized the mystery of a sword intent to achieve this. As long as you work hard, sooner or later, you will be able to catch up..."

"I hope..."

Sage Zhaoxia said with emotion: "I really hope that I have the kind of talent of a little junior, and I can comprehend the sword intent of the ultimate sword at the age of 17. This kind of talent, enter this level, sit for a hundred years, I think it is nothing to insist on ten breaths... "

"It's possible!"

The conversation between the two was not over yet, just at this moment, a brilliant sword intent rushed straight out from downstairs, the impacting windows shook hunting, and the stone wall shone with light.

"Supreme Sword Intent?"

The two great saints stood up at the same time, and their divine consciousness spread out at once.

"Is it a junior brother? Haha, I didn't expect to see the Supreme Sword Intent in such a short time, and it seems that I will be able to rush to this level today..."

Sage Zhaoxia laughed excitedly.

Unlike his happiness, Saint You Chi's face sank.

Zhaoxia belongs to the Cangqiong Sect, while he Youchi belongs to the Huangquan Sect.

Usually nothing, at this moment, if someone comes again, it is equal to breaking the balance.

"Little Junior Brother is here, so I can't show weakness, so I have to insist on five breaths..."

After the excitement, Sage Zhaoxia suddenly turned and looked at the stele in front of him.

On the monument, an invincible sword aura seemed to be peeped at by people, and it was so angry that it shot out with a loud "Boom!", turned into sword lights, and fell into his eyes.

"Ah..." With a horrible cry, the pupils that had lost their glamour, blood shed again.

It seems that his eyes were blinded in this way.

Bang!

Sage Zhaoxia flew out, his back hit the wall hard, turned his head the next moment, turned his back to the stone wall again, and an excited voice resounded: "Great, I also insisted on five breaths!"

"Humph!"

Seeing that he had just been crushed by himself, he was flat in the blink of an eye, and the opponent's junior apprentice was also very likely to come to this floor. Saint You Chi's face was pale, his fists were clenched, and he didn't know what to think.

…

I didn't know that I just released the skill of chopping wood, which caused such a sensation. At this moment, Su Yin had already pushed open the door of Jianqi Pavilion and walked in.

As soon as he stepped in, he immediately felt the Xian Yuan in his body, being imprisoned, unable to move a single bit.

Xianyuan is suppressed, and the power of the representative is limited, and only physical power can be used.

It is indeed a place to test swordsmanship, and it does not allow people to take advantage of it.

"But... for me, it has little effect!"

Turning his wrist, the true dragon sword appeared in his palm, and Su Yin laughed.

Without Xianyuan, many cultivators would be uncomfortable, but he... only had Xianyuan for less than a day. Usually, when chopping wood, he uses the flesh to run the rules. In this case, he can actually perform better. power.

Come to the first floor.

It is a spacious hall with no stairs or other portals. It is empty, only on the walls, with a few lines written on it, marking the way to pass this level.

I quickly understood that, exactly as Li Mogang had said, Su Yin only took a few steps to the middle of the hall.

As the air made a whimper, egg-sized **** came quickly, raising the true dragon sword, and Su Yin tapped it.

Flop! Flop! Flop!

One by one the **** fell from the air.

I yawned, a little sleepy.

so slow!

And it's so big!

Before, when he was practicing chopping wood, Li Qiaofu threw the branches of matchsticks at him, and asked him to divide it into dozens of pieces evenly within half a breath...

Compared with this, it is simply a bird's crotch-grabbing with your hands.

After a while, all of the 100 spheres were chopped in half without any surprise, and a light gate appeared abruptly.

Walked in and successfully passed the first level.

In the second level, the difficulty has increased a lot. It is a thousand **** shot in ten breaths. For Su Yin, it is still extremely easy.

The third level, the fourth level, the fifth level...

It wasn't until the sixth level that he paid more attention to it.

Just like the wood splitting taught by Li Qiaofu, use a long sword to split an object the size of a sesame grain, and split a thousand pieces within ten breaths.

It seems that the conditions of the previous levels are almost the same, but the difficulty is much greater.

Because these things are as light as feathers, if the sword is too fast, it will be blown away before it reaches the front. If it is too slow, it will not be completed within the specified time.

Therefore, this level tests not only fastness, but also accuracy, lightness, and grasp of sword intent.

Only by comprehending the meaning of the sword can you use the tip of the sword to lock these sesame grain-sized objects and prevent them from escaping.

Of course, it is very difficult for others, and it is also nothing to him. Ten breaths are over, and a thousand sesame seeds are all separated from the middle.

If someone can design a super-precision balance, he can find that the two parts that he cleaved are all the same in quality, and there is no difference in the slightest.

Enter the light gate and come to the seventh floor.

This is where Xue Qianqiu stopped.

Su Yin looked up.

There are eight wooden sticks of equal thickness in the middle of the house. Above the sticks are eight oil lamps, and below is a strange array.

After reading the rules carefully, Su Yin's expression became serious.

The assessment requirements are not too difficult, but extremely difficult.

Eight sticks occupy eight directions and form a special balance with the oil lamp above. Once this balance is broken, even if there is only one tenth of the breath, it is tantamount to failure.

The wick thickness is different, the fuel is different, and the burning speed is naturally different. Therefore, as long as it is ignited, the original balance will become unbalanced. At this time, you need to use a sword to cut off a piece of wooden stick to make the balance more balanced. Keep it well until the oil lamps are all off!

It is not only a test of swordsmanship, but also a grasp of vision and timing to achieve the pinnacle.

Not to mention the quasi-sages, even the saints, without the use of strength, are very difficult to complete.

Knowing that even if it was him, it would not be easy to complete it smoothly, Su Yin was not in a hurry to activate the assessment, but sat cross-legged not far away, calmly.

After entering the immortal realm, Dan Sage and Medicine Sage had troubles one after another, which made him feel a trace of anxiety deep in his heart. This kind of anxiety has little effect on strength, but it can make swordsmanship slow and make this pass difficult to complete.

"Yes, I was still thinking about how to tell him, I didn't expect this kid to realize it by himself..."

Seeing his appearance, Li Qiaofu in the sea of ​​knowledge nodded in satisfaction.

If you want to cultivate into the most peak kendo, you must not have any flaws in your mind, otherwise, even if there is only a little problem, it will be infinitely magnified by the opponent and eventually lead to failure.

Because of this, from the beginning of learning to chop firewood, he let the other party not be bothered by trivial matters, and his mind was as calm as water.

I couldn't understand it before, but I didn't expect to realize it by myself at this moment.

I don't know his thoughts, Su Yin at this moment has entered a special mood. In this state, his mind flickers like electric sparks, and various thoughts flicker endlessly.

"Since swordsmanship can cut everything, why not cut away sorrow, cut away troubles, cut away pain..."

A Ming Wu appeared in his mind, and Su Yin's spirit suddenly turned into a sharp sword, which fell down in his mind.

cut! cut! cut! cut! cut! cut! cut!

Seven swords in a row, all previous worries, sorrows, tensions, worries... were all cut off.

Su Yin at this moment, like a precision machine, the balance of the eight wooden sticks and the oil lamp in front of him immediately appeared in his eyes, and he could see it clearly.

"let's start!"

Knowing that he had reached the best state, he no longer hesitated, Su Yin's body turned into a sword light and came to the center of the wooden stick.

Hum! The formation is instantly activated, eight oil lamps are lit at the same time, and the flames are immediately ejected. Some are big, some are small, some are agitated like fireworks, and some are gentle like water waves...

The balance of the stick was immediately broken.

call!

Su Yin took the shot.

The sword light cut through the sky, and with a light tap under an oil lamp, a small section of wood with hair thickness was chopped off, and the eight wooden sticks returned to balance.

However, if it didn’t last, it was broken by other oil lamps...

Standing among the eight wooden sticks, every time Su Yin made a shot, it was extremely accurate, without any difference, cold and without any emotion.

The oil in the oil lamp is gradually decreasing, indicating that this pass has already exceeded more than half, and it is about to pass.

"I'll tell you, the last resort, I can't teach it. Unexpectedly, he still understood it by himself..."

Seeing Su Yin's state, Song Yu sighed, his eyes full of worry and depression: "I don't know if I can continue the cut off emotions. If it can't, Shangguan Wanqing, Fairy Jiuqu...what about those apprentices and daughters-in-law? If you don’t have a bridal chamber, just be a widow!"

His eyes flashed and he showed firmness: "No, he is too young to understand the taste, so he can do this smoothly, or else... first try to find a beautiful woman?"