broken destiny

Another quarter of an hour later, Wang Xingli finally found the location of the sword cliff. The entire cliff was shrouded in a formation, and the spiritual energy was stirring in it. There was also an inexplicable meaning in it, but he hadn't entered yet, so he didn't know what it was.

Wang Xingli walked closer and found an old man half lying on a stone bed nearby. When he saw Wang Xingli approaching, he said.

"Do you have a sword order?"

The old man had an old face and a thin body, but his eyes were still sharp. When he looked at Wang Xingli, Wang Xingli immediately felt a sense of oppression.

"Have!"

Wang Xingli nodded and took out the sword command. Before he handed it over, the sword command flew into the old man's hand as soon as he stretched out his hand. The old man took the sword command and looked at it several times.

"Give me the identity jade token."

When Wang Xingli saw that the old man wanted his jade identity tag, he quickly handed it over again. This time, the old man reached out and took Wang Xingli's jade identity tag without using any means.

Then the old man checked it out and returned it to Wang Xingli.

"Go ahead! Call me when you come out."

The old man held the sword command in his hand and looked casually. A hole appeared in the protective shield in front of him. Wang Xingli quickly thanked the old man and ran in after seeing this.

After entering, Wang Xingli realized what the unusual meaning was! It's sword intent! The world here is filled with different sword intentions!

These sword intentions may be sharp, fierce, or ethereal. Countless different sword intentions are intertwined together, forming a unique and mysterious aura that makes Wang Xingli feel very familiar.

"So much sword intent!"

He walked to a stone platform in the middle and sat down cross-legged. Wang Xingli closed his eyes and felt it carefully, his mind drawn by the sword's intention.

At this moment, Wang Xingli's understanding of swords improved a lot, his thinking was unprecedentedly smooth, and many problems related to swords were easily solved.

What is a sword? It has a double-edged body with a straight tip. It can hurt people horizontally and vertically, and can penetrate armor. It is extremely dangerous and is born to kill. It is the most used weapon in the world.

For those who use swords, if the sword is in the human hand, it is a mortal; if the sword is in the human heart, it is an immortal.

As the saying goes, everything is a sword. Only by understanding the sword's intention and understanding the sword's intention can one enter the way of swordsmanship.

Streams of sword intent, tangible and intangible, shuttled from this sword cliff and converged on Wang Xingli's body. His body seemed to be wrapped in strands of sword intent. It seemed illusory but was actually extremely real.

Half a moment passed, and time seemed to have stopped. Wang Xingli sat motionless on the stone platform, like a statue, without even a breath leaking out.

The strands of sword intent are still entangled, and Wang Xingli's body can no longer be seen outside. It looks like a cocoon, and the strands of sword intent are getting tighter and tighter.

Another half a moment passed, and the wisps of sword intent seemed to have melted, beginning to turn into a liquid state, and then turned into little white lights and disappeared.

As more and more sword intent disappeared, Wang Xingli's figure was revealed again, still sitting cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and a trace of light burst out from it, as if it had turned into a sharp sword, piercing the sky. , cut into pieces the illusion.

"What...what's going on?" The old man outside the formation felt the abnormality in Jianya, but he just looked at it and did not go in to check.

As the sword intent gradually disappeared, the remaining sword intent disappeared more slowly. Wang Xingli was now sitting in a puddle.

Seemingly encountering some trouble, Wang Xingli frowned, his manic sword intent instantly emerged, and all his clothes and armor were turned into powder.

Fine beads of sweat clung to his skin, revealing his strong and toned body, full of masculinity, but this was not important. The most important thing was that he was exuding manic sword intent, and his whole body was like a sharp sword. of sword.

The sword intent outside Wang Xingli's body was still entangled with him, refusing to leave. In this stalemate, Wang Xingli's eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if he could not escape the current predicament.

At this moment, the colorless ball in Wang Xingli's Dantian emitted a burst of soft white light. Wang Xingli's manic sword intent dissipated one after another. Wang Xingli's state of mind became calm again, and his frowning eyebrows relaxed.

However, the sword intent surrounding him still disappeared very slowly, as if Wang Xingli had eaten enough and could no longer eat. However, Wang Xingli did not wake up and was still sitting quietly on the stone platform, not impatient or impatient. Waiting for these sword intentions to merge into his body.

Time passes slowly, hour after hour, day after day, week after week.

Wang Xingli just sat like this. Whenever his body felt strange, the colorless ball would always help him and make his body return to normal, and so on.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed, but the aura exuding from Wang Xingli's body has become more and more terrifying. The surrounding space is filled with his sword intent, and the stone platform beneath him has left traces of his sword intent. .

"This kid still hasn't come out?"

At the entrance, the palace elder was talking to the old man guarding the door.

The old man looked at Elder Gong: "There is no movement, but the sword intent inside is even more terrifying."

"I feel that his aura is still there, so there shouldn't be any problems. Could it be that he has realized some heaven-defying sword intent again?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know, there was a person similar to him a hundred years ago, but he was injured by the sword in the end and died soon after."

Elder Gong frowned: "It can't go on like this. We have to find a way. If it doesn't work, go in and rescue him!"

The old man shook his head again: "Aren't you afraid of being attacked by this terrifying sword intent when you go in? This is life!"

Time passed day by day, and the power of the sword intention around Wang Xingli also slowed down little by little, gradually returning to normal. Until another month passed, Jian Ya could no longer feel a trace of sword intention.

Wang Xingli suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had had a long, long dream in which he had been practicing swordplay.

Practice your sword where the sun rises, dance your sword where the sun sets, your sword dances into the wind, facing the wind, bathed in the light, becoming an eagle on the top of the mountain, and a dragon in the abyss.

Wang Xingli stood up, feeling the sword cliff that no longer had any sword intention. Looking at the shallow sword mark on the sword cliff, he felt extremely familiar.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his aura rising steadily. Wang Xingli put his fingers together and lightly drew under the sword mark on the sword cliff. A similar sword mark appeared, and the sword intention was faintly exuded in the sword mark. But it's still very weak, like a stray hair, and you can't even notice it if you don't pay attention.

"I understand!"

Wang Xingli's eyes brightened slightly and he said to himself: "This is the sword!"

Sensing the sudden surge in momentum and attacks in Jianya, the old man almost couldn't help but break in, but he finally held back.