Data Cultivation System

Elder Cliff, step by step, staring at the flood of negative emotions, gritted his teeth and sneaked, the thatched cottage in front of him was getting closer and closer.

Soon, Elder Moya came to the front of the thatched hut, looking at the closed wooden door, Elder Moya stretched out his palm, and was about to push it open, but the stretched out hand hesitated in mid-air, not daring to fall on it. above the wooden door.

Standing in front of the thatched hut, one can truly appreciate the true power of the Leng-Blood Sword Master. The thatched hut, every straw, has been tempered by the Leng-Blood Sword Master for thousands of years, as if it is like a peerless sword, full of power. Sharp air.

This thatched hut is completely as if it was built by a peerless sword of thousands of soldiers. Standing in front of this thatched hut, it seems to be pointed at by a peerless sword of thousands of soldiers, making people afraid to move.

Cold-Blooded Sword Master, it's really scary... He hesitated in front of the wooden door, and he didn't dare to retreat for a while, which made Elder Mo Ya feel secretly in his heart.

In the eyes of Elder Moya, although he is not the strongest in the Ming Dynasty, he is at least among the best, the most powerful. , actually let yourself panic?

This cold-blooded sword master of the Ming Dynasty is indeed a character. His strength in life may be higher than that of the Golden Bodhisattva. It is a pity that he is dead. Otherwise, he may be able to contain Ying Qianshan alone. Almost in no particular order, Zhuge Xiang and Elder Moya came to this thatched hut, felt the sword energy emanating from this thatched hut, Zhuge Xiang felt sorry.

Elder Mo Ya, as the leading powerhouse in the Ming Dynasty, was able to catch up with the Golden Body Bodhisattva and Liao Fufu, but the Leng-Blood Sword Master was dead, this thatched hut. To actually be able to deter a strong man at the level of Elder Cliff, could it be that he is standing still, and the aftermath is enough to deter the world?

What? Elder Moya dare not go in? Then let me go in. Although he felt regretful in his heart, Zhuge Xiang's movements were not slow. Just at the moment when Elder Moya was stunned and hesitant, Zhuge Xiang unceremoniously put his palm on the wooden door, creaked, and pushed the wooden door open.

The wooden door was pushed open, and there was a sharp sword aura. Roaring out like a tiger out of its cage, Zhuge Xiang, who was the first to bear the brunt, turned pale and let out a muffled snort. On the character page, his health dropped by tens of thousands.

ah!. Even Zhuge Xiang, who was physically strong, had lost tens of thousands of health points, so the Cliff Elder was naturally not much better. With a cry of surprise, his physical body was directly shaken back, and the turbulent sword energy was sprayed out, and the slender beard. It was cut off several times directly.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining the severed beard. He, who was originally a fairy, looked embarrassed.

Fortunately, the sword energy in the thatched hut, after being pushed away, vented out, slowly subsided, and the mana surged in his body, repairing the hidden wounds, Zhuge Xiang raised his footsteps. He stepped into the thatched cottage first.

He was already injured, so he could just sit down and adjust his breath at this time, but seeing that Zhuge Xiang had already entered the thatched hut, a look of eagerness flashed across Elder Moya's face, and he hurriedly took out a elixir the size of a longan. Followed Zhuge Xiang into the thatched cottage.

Stepping into the thatched hut, the environment inside is very simple. There is only a bed made of unknown metal, which looks deep black, as if it can suck people's soul into it.

In addition to a big black bed that doesn't look good in the past, it should even be said to be ugly, there are some simple things like chairs, benches, teapots, etc. It's just that the thatched hut is in a mess, and even the tables and chairs are turned over. He fell to the ground, covered with sword marks.

On the table, apart from some broken teacups, there is a simple bronze mirror that attracts attention. It is placed on the table. The bronze mirror is engraved with mysterious runes. From time to time, a stream of light flashes across it. I know it's not ordinary.

On the wall behind the big black bed, there is a calligraphy and painting hanging. The huge calligraphy and painting are almost as tall as a person, and there are two characters written on it - the way of swordsmanship!

The simple two words, the terrifying sword intent, seem to be able to jump out of the paper and split people apart. Obviously, these two words have been integrated into the swordsmanship that Leng-Blood Sword Master himself has comprehended. Therefore, due to the gaze, The sword intent contained in it seems to be able to split the soul of a person.

On the ground, a roll of atlases made of the fur of an unknown animal was scattered on the ground, and it was completely intact under the aura of the sword. It seemed that the defense was not simple.

On the side of the bed, hung a four-foot green blade. The body of the sword was purplish red and had been sheathed, so he couldn't feel a trace of the edge. However, Zhuge Xiang could clearly feel the terrifying aura contained in it.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the big black bed, with a figure sitting cross-legged, with his head lowered, and his long black hair hanging down, so that people can't see his appearance at all. The shocking sword energy made people feel that he was just asleep, and that he might explode at any time and give himself a fatal sword.

With a glance, in the simple thatched hut, although most of the treasures must be hidden in the private space, the valuable treasures can be known at a glance.

The big black bed, although its appearance is unattractive, but the Cold-Blooded Sword Master was still sitting on the big black bed even when he broke through, which shows that this big black bed must not be ordinary.

Sword Dao calligraphy and painting, which contain the sword Dao comprehended by the cold-blooded sword master, if you can take it back and read it carefully, its value will be more precious than a sword Dao cheat book comparable to the Magic Luo Jing.

The quaint bronze mirror on the table, dropped to the ground, and the picture scroll made of the fur of an unknown animal, all of these are obviously treasures owned by the Leng-Blooded Sword Master.

Of course, Zhuge Xiang's gaze was attracted by the four-foot green blade hanging on the wall. Although the purple-red long sword had been sheathed and did not reveal any breath, Zhuge Xiang could still feel the power contained in it. Fierce spirit.

Obviously, this is Zhuge Xiang, also the elder of the cliff, Daoist Sword Master and Xue Luocha, and their goal-Xianxian Sword!

Xianxian Sword! Seeing the four-foot green blade hanging on the wall, Zhuge Xiang's eyes were fixed, and he grabbed the Zhuxian Sword hanging on the wall. The cold-blooded sword master is dead, and this Zhuxian sword is also It became a thing without an owner.

This sword is mine! Seeing Zhuge Xiang's movements, Elder Mo Ya became anxious and shouted sharply. While speaking, a figure of a Taiji Yin-Yang fish appeared in his palm, and he slammed his palm fiercely at Zhuge Xiang. Came over.

At this moment, Elder Moya's palm seemed to have turned into a giant hand with tens of thousands of feet, and every line on it was as thick as mountains and rivers.

Liangyi Wanxiang Palm!