"clang"

With the light roar, Chen Qiu protected his body and the cold air was torn apart like paper, and the Greedy Wolf Knife in his hand also flew out with a spin.

The power is too great.

With one blow, Chen Qiu's wrist holding the knife felt like it was broken, and he couldn't even hold the weapon.

The moment the long sword was removed from his hand, Chen Qiu immediately turned the sword into a palm, and his figure was three points faster as he cried and howled.

The sound of bells is like a rainstorm slapping on leaves. As the sound echoes, the soul-destroying ghost claws are accompanied by the cold air of the black ice, like the evil ghost claws. Before Juque sweeps back, they shoot three consecutive shots on Zhejishan.

Unfortunately, they all hit the thick protective energy as thick as a wall.

"Clang"

The heavy Juque sword style changed, and there was a touch of exquisiteness in the ancient and grand sword style.

The sword blade swept back, Chen Qiu rushed up quickly, leveraging the force on Juque's wide sword blade, and dodged the heavy sword again.

But Juque, who had swept halfway, changed his move again, and the sword blade chased Chen Qiu Heng.

Just like slapping a fly, as the true energy roared in the body of Jiebi Mountain, Chen Qiu was slapped on the ground with a sword and was shot into a mosaic.

The bones on his body were slapped two-thirds of them by this sword.

Of course, those who die can't die anymore.

He revived in his dream and reached out to rub his neck.

"Zhejishan has great power and fierce sword style. When he was touched by Juque, he would be seriously injured. He also had steel and iron bones, so he was not afraid of fists and palms attacking him.

But the speed is slower than the fugitive."

Chen Qiu concluded:

"Then, use Zhejishan to hone your body skills, use Qiu Buping to hone your sword skills, as for internal strength and fist palms..."

He turned around and looked at the phantoms standing in groups, wearing Liaodong shaman clothes.

These phantoms were drawn from the ice sculptures at the entrance of the underground palace of Changbai Secret Realm. There were seventeen or eighteen people, all of whom have served as leaders of the witch sect since its establishment.

"Just use you to practice Shuoxue Xuan Gong, the soul-destroying ghost claws, and the mysterious ice finger."

Chen Qiu doesn't need a knife this time.

He made movements up and down his palms, and as the true energy in his body surged, the bells outside his body bounced, he attacked a female Tongwu leader in front of him.

The latter also responds with the Xuanbing Fingering Method, which is also cold and obviously practices the Shuoxue Xuangong.

But her martial arts skills are much worse than those of the Northern Dynasties.

This is normal. There are not so many talented people in this world.

Chen Qiu's schedule is now very full.

He would learn a lot next, including the wizard sect's radial technique, the fall snow step, and the practice of Xuanbing fingering. By constantly breaking down these wizard leaders of the wizard sect, he gained experience in the practice of Shuoxue's Xuangong.

Although the time flow rate of Jian Yu Dream and the outside world has reached one to two.

But Chen Qiu still felt that time was not enough again.

He has passed the initial stage where martial arts can grow rapidly. After entering the bottleneck period, every point of improvement will become very difficult, like a drop of water passing through a stone.

If he wants to reach a higher level, he has to work harder.

On the other side, in the cabin of Xiao Iron, he wiped Juque finely with a sword cloth, and then placed Juque horizontally in front of him, looking at the patterns engraved on Juque's sword.

That is the sword-like evolution of the Canghai Sword Art.

It is not complicated, but without the master explaining it, Xiao Tie must observe it repeatedly in order to understand the Canghai Sword Technique and further improve the way to improve it.

That's all until evening.

Xiao Tie delivered dinner to Chen Qiu's cabin. When he saw that his elder brother was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, as if he was sleeping or practicing, he was not inconvenient to disturb him, so he stepped out.

If Xiao Tie keeps Juque at hand while sleeping, this has become a habit. If something happens, he can grab the sword and fight back as soon as possible.

"Maybe I can have a good night's sleep tonight."

Xiao Tie muttered and then fell asleep with his clothes.

After falling asleep, his dream seemed to be back in his childhood, in the scene of practicing martial arts with his master on a barren mountain.

But in front of Xiao Tie's eyes, the one holding the Juque and wielding the sword was no longer the master who remembered Zheshan.

But a woman.

Wearing a plain long skirt and a veil, her skin is not fair, but a very healthy wheat color.

Her black hair tied her ponytail behind her head, and her long hair hung to her waist.

Her figure is not strong, and she has a bit of slenderness. The muscles on her forearm are not as exaggerated as Broken Iron and Broken Mountain.

Overall, this is a mysterious lady with a slender figure.

The heavy Juque was in the woman's hands, as light as a feather.

As the woman practiced the Canghai Sword Technique with one sword and one sword, her aura continued to accumulate, and she slashed the sword in her hand vertically outward in the long sound of Juque.

"Clang"

In the terrifying loud noise, Juque escaped from his hand, flew into the sky like an arrow, and pierced into the sea outside the barren mountain in the scene of a meteor falling.

Under Xiao Tie's gaze, the entire sea surface was like an angry tide. The moment the giant que fell into the water, huge waves of more than ten meters high were rolled up on the coast.

This is not the first time Xiao Tie has had this exaggerated dream.

After he escaped from Shuoxue Palace, he often had this dream, and he felt very familiar every time, as if he had had the same dream countless times.

But every time I wake up from my dream, the memories in the dream will disappear completely.

But I just remember that I had a strange dream.

This feeling has been causing trouble for a long time since Zida left Liaodong.

He had never seen the woman holding the Juque sword, but the woman clearly used the most orthodox Canghai Sword.

Who is she?

The dream changed slowly. Between the clouds and mist, Xiao Tie seemed to have come to a fantasy place like a place of immortals.

On the peak that reached the sky, on the wide mountain stream platform, Xiao Tie was leaning on the Juque, and thirty feet away in front of him was still the woman in plain skirt.

She also held a Juque in her hand, like a small iron, leaning on the ground with one hand.

She stretched out her hand and hooked the little iron.

The meaning of this contemptuous action is very obvious.

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