Sword rises in the storm

In the land of the sword ruins, on the stone tablet, there are words engraved.

Above: There are hundreds of countries in the world, who can take my sword

: the old people in the past, where are

the words dancing like a sword, as if there is a tendency to destroy heaven and earth. Every stroke contains countless mysteries. The meaning of Ling Ran, which broke through the clouds, penetrated into Gu Hengsheng's eyes like a dazzling light.

"The name of the Sword Venerable, sure enough...... It lives up to its name.

Even with Gu Hengsheng's current heart and vision, looking at this arrogant stone tablet and overwhelming sword qi, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Just the two sentences engraved on the stone tablet, Gu Hengsheng could feel the endless sadness of sword cultivation.

In the past, when the sword cultivator was weak, he couldn't shelter his confidante. When he succeeded in cultivating and no one could take his sword anymore, he found that the old man and Hongyan were no longer there.

How sad and miserable it is.

Even if they have the ability to turn the world upside down, even if they can wipe out the entire prosperous dynasty with a single sword, what can they do? The people of those days are no longer there, and the red face of those years has become a painful memory.

Kendo is a great achievement, but you can no longer find the original person. After Jian Xiu destroyed the Shengshi Dynasty, I am afraid that no one can know the sad and helpless mood at that time.

After that, Jian Xiu's mood was greatly damaged, and he felt that even if the sword in his hand was invincible, he might not be able to complete what he wanted. So, he went into a state of madness, carved two lines of words on the stele, and disappeared.

"A generation of Tianjiao is trapped by love, and it is difficult to climb to the sky if you want to come out. Gu Hengsheng sighed with a little regret.

The momentum of the sword qi will not disappear for a hundred years, and the ambition of Lingyun will last forever across hundreds of countries.

The sword cultivation a hundred years ago should live up to the name of the sword honor.

Gu Hengsheng looked at the stone tablet and stared motionless for a long time. Even though it was getting dark, he was unmoved and stared at the stone tablet with the help of the faint moonlight.

Time passed bit by bit, and Gu Hengsheng straightened his slender figure like this, facing the stone tablet from afar.

"There are hundreds of countries in the world, who can take my sword!"

Gradually, Gu Hengsheng looked at the sword tablet and entered a realm of suspense, his deep eyes stared at the stone tablet, and he didn't move even if the wind came.

Under the pressure of the sword qi in the sky, in the endless and rich death qi, and in the howling wind, Gu Hengsheng, who had been silent for several hours, finally moved his fingers.

Then, Gu Hengsheng slowly took a step, his eyes lit up. He stood on the spot and jumped up, taking off and grabbing a void sword qi that hovered in the air.

A white-robed robe was draped, like ink and green silk hanging down his broad shoulders, and the sharp sword qi was tightly grasped by him. In the blink of an eye, Gu Hengsheng's calm breath like water became extremely sharp, and the whole person was like a cold light approaching the sky.

"Sword Venerable's Dacheng Sword Intent, I want to feel it well and see what kind of mystery it has!" The

sword qi that was tightly grasped by Gu Hengsheng instantly flashed a sharp edge, it seemed to be struggling, as if it wanted to cut Gu Hengsheng who insulted it in half.

Buzz ......

The sword qi clenched in Gu Hengsheng's hand trembled and let out a low hum, and it began to spin continuously. And Gu Hengsheng, who was holding the sword qi tightly, fell step by step with the swirl of the sword qi.

So, Gu Hengsheng was on the periphery of the stone tablet and began a duel with the sword qi in his hand.

There were countless sword qi in the sword ruins, and the one in Gu Hengsheng's hand was just one of them. However, even if it is a wisp, it also contains a point of sword intent from the sword venerable in the past, which is naturally extraordinary.

"Just a wisp of sword intent contains countless mysteries, and it really deserves to be a peerless sword venerable that is respected by the powerhouses of a hundred countries.

Gu Hengsheng clenched the sword in his hand and fought with this sharp sword intent.

Slowly, the wisp of sword intent in Gu Hengsheng's hand began to become less sharp, and it seemed to feel something from Gu Hengsheng's body that made its heart palpitate.

Let a wisp of sword intent that has been floating for a hundred years generate fear, one can imagine how proud Gu Hengsheng's aura is.

Constantly feeling the sword intent in his hand, constantly swinging and dancing the sword, Gu Hengsheng didn't seem to feel tired, and began to practice unhurriedly.

Overnight, it flowed through Gu Hengsheng's fingers so quietly.

At this moment, when the first rays of morning light shone on Gu Hengsheng's handsome and arrogant cheeks, the sword intent he held tightly in his hand became more and more transparent, and the blade of the sword was slowly weakened.

"Broken!"

Gu Hengsheng looked at the sword in his hand and said in a cold and arrogant voice.

As a cracking sound fell, the sword in his hand slowly dispersed.

At the same time, Gu Hengsheng sat directly on the ground, sitting in the countless sword ruins with entwined edges. With what he had learned in his previous life, Gu Hengsheng had thoroughly comprehended that wisp of sword intent.

In his previous life, he didn't know how to use swords, but in this life, he has to face difficulties and focus on swordsmanship, so that he can break the thorns in his previous life and ascend to a higher realm.

"Qingsheng Nine Swords, although it was involved in the previous life, but I was not proficient in it, let me understand your power in this life. Gu Hengsheng gently closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and kept gesturing with his right hand.

Qingsheng Nine Swords, the first level of swordsmanship, it has a total of nine styles, each sword has the power to seize the sky and the earth. In the past, this sword technique was created by a powerhouse who surpassed the Heavenly Xuan Realm, and if he really cultivated the last sword, it would be enough to destroy the stars, and he would be extremely domineering.

Gu Hengsheng seemed to have entered the realm of selflessness, although his cultivation was low at the moment, but how vast his perception was in his previous life.

He spent a night comprehending a wisp of sword intent in the sword ruins, just to feel the edge of the sword again, and to lay the foundation for practicing the "Qingsheng Nine Swords" again and experiencing the way of the sword more profoundly.

After another half an hour, Gu Hengsheng suddenly kicked the ground and stared ahead with his eyes open. Then he stabbed out with his hand like a sword.

A

boulder ten meters in front of Gu Hengsheng instantly shattered into two halves, and a smooth and sharp sword mark appeared at the crack of the boulder.

"A sword is cold, and life and death are separated by thousands of miles. Gu Hengsheng slowly retracted the action of stabbing out, looked at the cut surface of the boulder with both hands behind his back, and muttered softly: "Just the human realm can shatter the boulder, it is really extraordinary." If I have the cultivation of a previous life, just this first-style sword technique, I can slash out another sword ruin with a wave of my hand.

At the moment when Gu Hengsheng was talking to himself, an extremely pungent smell of blood gushed from the sword ruins.

With the smell of blood rushing to his face, an inky black mist rushed towards Gu Hengsheng at an extremely fast speed. Wherever the black mist passed, the countless sword rays couldn't help but avoid.

"Truly...... It's been a long time since I've tasted a living person......"

In the black mist, a heart-wrenching and extremely eerie word came.