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After listening to the introduction of the Calabash Mountain God, Yang Ye finally understood a little more about this created space. He had long been accustomed to being casual and at ease, and he knew the severe situation he was facing, but he did not feel much discomfort.

"In this life, except for the Hunyuan Saint who has transcended the sea of ​​suffering and crossed to the other side, no one can truly control his own destiny. Therefore, as soon as it comes, take care of it. Instead of stopping, it is better to fight bravely and maybe return it. We can strive for a brilliant tomorrow."

Yang Ye knew very well that a powerful enemy was approaching, and he couldn't tolerate sighing and complaining. Taking advantage of the plot first to carefully plan and maximize his combat ability was the top priority.

"Lord Mountain God, apart from giving me the seven-color lotus in advance, what else can you do to help me?"

The God of Calabash Mountain asked in surprise: "Why, isn't it enough to give you the seven-color lotus?"

Yang Ye smiled awkwardly: "Originally it was enough, but now there are five more senior Saint Chosen Strong Enemies Vanilla Beauty latest chapter. I think about it, you'd better give me more help, otherwise, this world will It’s quite difficult to be saved.”

"I can ask the condor to help you."

"Of course it's good that the Condor can help me, but what I need most is not this kind of help."

"Then what help do you need?"

"Please teach me my magic and martial arts to make me stronger. In fact, I don't want to hide behind a group of children and command them to fight to the death with powerful enemies. I want to go to the battlefield myself. After all, this group of Holy Chosen Ones They are my enemies, and I must rely on my own strength to defeat them.”

The God of Calabash Mountain was finally shocked: "Should I praise you for your great ambition, or should I scold you for being arrogant and ignorant? You, a new savior who has not experienced the first plot world, actually have the courage to rely on yourself The power to defeat five senior chosen ones who have experienced the plot world at least six times. Are you sure you are not talking in your sleep?"

Yang Ye had a firm look on his face: "When you are alive, you always have to have some dreams. Maybe, this dream will come true."

The Calabash Mountain God originally wanted to say more, but when he remembered the mysterious fighting spirit that erupted when this man stiffened the condor for the third time, he suddenly changed his mind.

"It is impossible to teach you the magic of immortality. It is difficult to enter the immortal gate and walk on the immortal road. The cultivation of immortality in the Hall of Creation is different from any other kind of strengthening. Without great perseverance, great wisdom and great fortune, just relying on the creation coins Points and skill scrolls cannot achieve immortality."

"Look at the total number of saintly chosen people in the Hall of Creation, no less than four thousand, but those who focus on cultivating immortals as the direction of strengthening are less than a hundred. At present, you are just a newcomer. You cannot become an immortal through cultivation, so you can only learn martial arts."

"I am just an innate spirit in a small world. I have never experienced the stage of mortal cultivation. Therefore, I know nothing about mortal martial arts. Therefore, I cannot directly give you tips and teachings."

"However, fortunately, I was favored by your boss, Zhuangzhuang Xiao'er. I visited hundreds of barbaric battlefields in my dreams, where I saw many top martial arts masters among humans, and I have deep memories of the martial arts they performed. "

"Later, when you follow the condor into my body to pick the colorful lotus, I can share these memories with you."

Yang Ye suddenly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Lord Mountain God, for your help!"

Calabash Mountain God did not continue to say anything, and his gray eyes suddenly opened, and the cry rumbled again: "Condor, return to your position quickly and open the lotus passage for this old man!"

After accepting the order, the condor transformed, first from a human form into a golden condor, and then from the golden condor into a golden lotus leaf that could be stepped on by one person, and then floated to Yang Ye's feet.

Yang Ye jumped up decisively and stepped on the lotus leaves. This lotus leaf was like a magic carpet in the Western magical world. It carried Yang Ye and flew towards the belly of the huge body of the Calabash Mountain God.

After flying for a long time, I saw a long passage as tall as a person opened in the abdomen of the mountain god's body. Along the passage, I saw thousands of golden lights flashing.

The lotus leaves carried Yang Ye and floated steadily into the golden light channel.

As soon as Yang Ye entered the passage, he felt as if he had entered another world. The first thing that caught his eye was a man with a ferocious appearance, like an evil spirit. He had a dark face and a thick beard. His hair was not braided, only fluffy and piled on his head.

But I saw him wielding a sword with a handle inlaid with gold and silver threads in the shape of a hook and a moon, and unfolding an amazing sword technique. When he used the sword, the reality and reality changed, and he lifted the sword lightly. , hesitating. The sword technique includes twisting, sliding, twisting, rubbing, drawing and cutting, as well as spreading, wiping, hooking, chopping, chopping and splitting. It can be said that the techniques are full of mystery.

Yang Ye stood on the lotus leaf and carefully observed the exquisite sword skills of this swordsman who looked like Zhang Fei. He appreciated the benefits and solved all the puzzles he had encountered in the ten years of martial arts practice.

Just when Yang Ye was immersed in the changes in sword skills and thinking hard, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed and turned to a sunset.

The sun was setting in the west, and it was cold and desolate. There was only a lonely young man in black in the world. His face was handsome and distinctive, but it looked like it was made of ice and snow on the distant mountains.

His eyes were empty and lonely, as if he could see death at any time.

His walking posture was weird and peculiar. He took a step forward with his left foot first, and then followed slowly with his right foot. It seemed that every step he took was very difficult.

His hand held a knife tightly - a knife with the color of death!

This knife is not expensive or inconspicuous. The scabbard is dark and the handle is dark. Maybe in the eyes of many people, it is an ugly knife.

When the boy drew the sword, it became a magical sword. Its light was brighter and faster than lightning. No one could see the sword clearly!

This knife has become a derivative of the young man's arm and is integrated with his thoughts. The speed of the knife is still faster than his thoughts. When the thoughts arrive, the knife is already at that position. The so-called action comes first, which is roughly what it means.

"Where there is a knife, there is a man, and if there is a man, there is a knife." "Where the knife is, there is a man, and when the knife dies, the man dies." This is the lame boy's knife!

Looking at the magic knife, Yang Ye burst out into a cold sweat out of joy. The path to martial arts was really broad and profound.

It turns out that this is how the knife is meant to be used! For a long time, I have been just a frog in a well; after ten years of hard training, I have only climbed to the foot of the mountain.

Here Yang Ye had just received a revelation, which meant that he was enlightened. The scenery there changed again, becoming a calm and peaceful night after heavy snowfall, with a bright full moon rising in the sky.

Under the full moon, Shi Shiran, a young man who is full of vitality, vitality, mature and stable, and has a self-confidence that transcends all, walks towards him. There were no traces in the snow where he walked. There was a knife stuck diagonally on his belt, a knife with a very strange shape!

This is a sheathed sword, with a black scabbard and a green blade, as green as distant mountains, green as spring trees, and green as love | the lake in people's eyes.

The green saber light was curved, like a crescent moon at first, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow, even if it was not out of the sheath, it could reveal a murderous aura.

This is also a magical and frightening knife. The poem "Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night" is engraved on the knife, which is like a sudden light in the darkness.

moonlight. full moon.

The young man's sword skills are even more powerful. His sword has no changes, but it contains the essence of all changes in sword skills. All parts, time, strength, and speed are precisely calculated to maximize all of one's strength.

His sword is earth-shattering and indestructible.

The knife is an extension of the human arm, an entity manifested by the willpower in the heart. As long as you want to destroy that thing in your heart, you can destroy it to any extent. The latest chapter of The Light Brain Priest from Another World.

The knife is me, and I am still me. This is the knife of a confident young man!

Looking at this confident young man's magical sword skills, Yang Ye fell into deep confusion again. He began to wonder what the pinnacle of sword skills was?

Is it "the man and the knife are one, and the man and the knife are inseparable"? Or "The knife is me, and I am still me"?

Me and the sword, who is the soul? Who is the body? Who is the Lord? Who is the servant? Should the sword be sincere to people, or should people control the sword?

Yang Ye began to fall into a deep difficulty in martial arts. In confusion, he drew the knife in his hand, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound was like thunder. With the roar, the full moon in the snow and the young man's magic sword disappeared like a dreamy bubble. Wuhen, another scene changed again.

The cold wind was like a knife, and the snow was flying thousands of miles away. A carriage was rolling towards me. The rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but they could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

Sitting in the carriage was a man who was no longer young. He was drinking and holding a knife while carving a portrait of a beautiful woman.

Although he was tall and handsome, he looked very haggard and had a sickly appearance all year round, and he would bend over and cough from time to time.

The corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, and every wrinkle was filled with the sorrow and misfortune of his life. But at the same time, his eyes were deep, bright, and full of wisdom. Although there was some boredom and mockery in his eyes, they were also full of great sympathy.

This is a very mature, very secure person who can be completely trusted and completely relied on.

Suddenly the man moved, his flying knife moved. But no one knows where his flying knife is hidden, and no one knows how to use his flying knife?

Before the knife was released, no one could imagine its speed and power. The sword has not been released, but the spirit of the sword is already there. Although it is not murderous, it is more timid than murderous.

His sword is a kind of martial arts, it is also a state, and it is a sword dedicated to salvation.

Suddenly, Yang Ye thought about the special skills of the old man he possessed, the sword light that originated from danger and disappeared when solving the problem, as quiet as a rock and moved like thunder, and the flying hatchet that struck last and arrived first. cut.

Although hatchets and flying knives are different types of knives, their spirit reaches the same goal through different paths. They are both knives dedicated to salvation!

Yang Ye suddenly realized that in fact, I don't need to care about what is the true peak of sword skills. To learn swordsmanship and enlightenment, you don't need to be familiar with hundreds of schools of thought. As long as you can find a sword that truly belongs to you, that's enough.

The knife that is full of flowers and can be lifted easily is not my knife!

The sword that strikes the rainbow with lightning and moves with care is not my sword!

The earth-shattering, indestructible sword is not my sword.

My sword is exclusively for saving. Once the sword is drawn, it will never be in vain. When the sword is drawn, it will definitely cut!

The prompt tone of the Creation Hall sounded in the fantasy realm.

"The savior No. 07 successfully completed the enlightenment of sword skills and realized the two ultimate intentions of saving and killing. His unique skill of flying chop with hatchet mutated and transformed into a new special skill!"

"A must-cut move"!