An hour passed in the dream, and a quarter of the black rustling moonglass had fallen below.

On this ten-foot platform, there are broken corpses and broken arms everywhere. When outsiders enter a dream, they are not as good as Chen Qiu's side. After death, the scene will be reset.

In this area that looks like a sea of ​​corpses and blood, the smell of blood is pungent.

The mountain ghost can no longer remember how many times he died.

The repeated deaths made his mind blurry, and the external things were left behind, leaving only the last thought in his mind.

The old Taoist in front of you is going to kill him!

It is like a long sword thrown on the iron felt. The deaths are repeated by the hammer, and the fire is splashed everywhere. However, before the sharp blade is formed, no one knows how bright it will bloom.

In this desperate battle, death is coming, the warmth that the mountain ghost has accumulated over the past few years has been stripped away. He seems to have returned to the human and ghost posture that was as cold as iron and walking alone with a sword.

It's like a wild beast that was re-caught, breaking through the cage and returning to the mountains and forests.

Every death revival will make the sword that the mountain ghost stabbed out faster and faster next time, and his figure is like the light passing through the darkness.

Every time I recover, the first thing is to take nine points of self-sacrifice, and fight forward with a life-threatening attitude.

He is adapting.

He quickly adapted to the rhythm of the battle between the old Taoist Chengying in front of him.

The latter is extremely powerful and has great sword skills. Even if the mountain ghost fights desperately, he will win one or two swords at most. It will be fleeting. If he cannot grasp it, he will be a waste of time.

Deaths are also stripping away the stone coat outside the uncensored jade, forcing the talent potential of the mountain ghost.

He was able to get started with the Jinghong Sword in an illiterate state, proving that the talent of Shan Gui in swordsmanship is different from that of ordinary people. He practiced according to the sixty-four sword diagrams, and now he has reached the bottleneck of this swordsmanship.

Just like being trapped in the circle of swordsmanship, you have reached the extreme of swordsmanship, and if you want to move forward and break through, you need more than courage and talent.

He needs an opportunity.

Find him the way forward on the kendo.

And that opportunity.

Just before my eyes, I fought again and again, witnessing the Jinghong Zhaoying Sword, and in the hands of the old Taoist Chengying, a completely different scenery was divided into different places. It was a higher-level scenery on the sword road.

It illuminated the eyes under the mountain ghost mask.

The sword that was bound by tricks was clumsy imitating and learning in the waves again and again.

Trying to break through the shackles of swordsmanship itself, and trying to learn the true meaning that only you can understand in swordsmanship.

Chen Qiu had passed that threshold by chance.

The sword intention of a man is in his hands, extending the sword meaning that belongs to Chen Qiu himself.

But the sword of the mountain ghost lacks this artistic conception.

On the bank of the Jinling River, the old monk Yuanwu said that the mountain ghost's swordsmanship was only able to achieve its shape, and that he was telling him that if he wanted to take the step forward, he had to find his understanding of the sword.

The front is right in front.

It was in the hands of the old Taoist, as if he had truly come alive in the Chengying Sword.

Only one step away!

The last step!

"Swish"

The mountain ghost wiped the bloody path made of his head, like a wild geese spreading its wings, and the sword shadows danced around him. The shadows seemed to be integrated into one.

It is hard to tell whether it is true or false.

Every shadow seems to be the real him.

At the end of the Bloody Road, the old Taoist held the Chengying Sword and had several wounds on his body. His Taoist robe was also torn and ragged, and his hair bun was cut open by a sword, which seemed to be in a mess.

His eyes were very resentful.

The immortal resented that he had done something wrong back then and wanted to use the person in front of him as a knife to let him die.

It won't be that easy!

"Buzz"

Chengying was rising, just as the mountain ghost took the sword shadows all over the sky and sacrificed himself to the siege of the old Taoist sword, a flash of light in front of him seemed to have been replaced on the top of Taihang Mountain. There was a cold moon in the sky above his head, and starlight flashed.

A cold moon comes from the crescent moon, the moon is full and the moon is declining. As the light and shadow flow, the Chengying, which should have been stinging rapidly, also differentiates into various magical and extremely slow swords, handing forward.

Under the cold moon, Chengying has no sword blade, only a swaying shadow is left.

This sword cannot be avoided.

The mountain ghost had already realized that he was trapped in the intent of Yueque's sword. No matter how he dodged, as long as the place shone under the moonlight, the Chengying Cold Blade would be born.

This is the real usage of Chengying.

The sword of killing Tao has its power not on the blade, but in the heart.

Being under the moon, it seems like thousands of blades are added to the body, cutting into the blood and bones, and sweeping away the soul.

But I will stab myself with this sword!

If a strong enemy is in front and the weapon is unsheathed, how can you return without success?

"puff"

The moon shadow dissipated, and there was no figure in the place where the mountain ghost was located, leaving only a blood-stained black sword, inserted three feet in front of the old Taoist.

There was an extra sword wound on the old Taoist's chest.

That was the last sword that the mountain ghost stabbed out, fighting with his life, barely breaking the suppression of the sword intent.

"The younger man is fierce."

The old Taoist sneered, touched his beard, held the sword in his left hand and looked at the mountain ghost who was resurrected in his broken arm below the bloody road.

He said:

"But just relying on a fierce look, how could I behave at [Yuyou Reading www.uutxt.xyz]?"

"Come again! See if you ruined my husband's practice today, or did you kill you here."

The resurrected mountain ghost ignored the provocation of the old Taoist.

He felt a hint of fatigue, and his soul had been leaving his body for a long time. He looked back at the edge of the hourglass, and Fu Er raised his sword again, sacrificing his body to press on the nine parts, and his body seemed to be burning.

Just now, he stabbed the sword himself, but he was still unable to break through the old Taoist guard.

This shows that my swordsmanship is not yet at its peak, and there is still a possibility of getting closer.

The mountain ghost held the sword forward, and the black sword in his hand also buzzed faintly.

Chengying, who seemed to be cold, was also attracted by the scene of these two sword masters fighting. He used to let the mountain ghost hold it and hurt people, but he was disdainful to the mountain ghost and never responded to the sword holder.

Just at this moment, Chengying seemed to think that this mountain ghost was pretty good.

The mountain ghost also felt the attention of the treasure blade in his hand.

But he didn't care.

How sharp and powerful a sword depends on the sword holder. For him, his swordsman is not based on Chengying.

Above the dream, Shen Qiu was silently paying attention to this scene.

He watched the mountain ghost attack at the old Taoist Chengying again and again, and was defeated with various responses again and again. He often had to die many times before he could leave a sword wound on the old Taoist.

It was like charging towards a wall, shaking its head and bleeding, but it still did not change its direction.

But he is improving.

Shen Qiu could see clearly.

The mountain ghost is like a sponge, absorbing nutrients in this deadly battle that seems endless.

He is studying.

Each sword is not only faster and more powerful. In the unstoppable chaos, Shan Gui's swordsmanship is breaking through the bottleneck, and the sixty-four styles of Zhaoying Jinghong Sword can no longer restrain him.

Just like Xiao Tie learned the Canghai Sword Art from the Canghai Sword Art, like the two sword techniques of Canghai Strike and the Changfeng Wanli Style, the mountain ghost at this time is like a flower that is about to bloom.

The two extended sword techniques of this immortal sword technique are being quickly mastered by the mountain ghost.

As fast as lightning, there is no trace to be found. It can be sent and received as you like a wild geese, or like a "shocking sword style" of a sword that kills Taoism.

There is also the "Shadow Sword Style" that differentiates sword shadows, moves with your heart, transforms skillfully, transforms into tens of millions, and can use sword shadows to gather and disperse to kill the enemy.

The magic sword of the immortal family is so magical.

There are two completely different understandings of a set of swordsmanship and two completely different martial arts methods, but under the Shan Ghost Sword, these two swordsmanship, which should have been differentiated, are being combined into one.

No.

It cannot be called combining two into one.

It was the Shan Gui who was integrating his understanding of these two advanced sword techniques in countless decisive battles, and using his great sword moves to shape his own sword moves.

He is breaking through!
To be continued...