broken destiny

At the entrance of Wu Xiu Pavilion, the breeze blew the leaves, making a whirling sound.

Wang Xingli was quietly waiting here to pick up his senior brother. A ray of green light came flying from a distance. Wang Xingli's eyes lit up and he hurriedly rushed forward.

"But Junior Brother Wang Xingli." After the cyan figure fell, he revealed a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes and thin lips, and a long aqua sword on his back. He looked a little calm and intimidating.

"Yes, senior brother."

"My name is Fang Wunan, and I am the senior brother who will lead your practice for the next year. Let me show you around our martial arts peak first."

"It all depends on senior brother's arrangements."

Fang Wunan immediately started walking in front.

"The nine pavilions in the inner gate of the Ice and Snow Gate are located on the nine strange peaks surrounding the Setting Sun Mountain."

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"Apart from these, the most important thing is your own cultivation. Try to achieve a small degree of success in what you have learned in the shortest possible time, so that you can come and go freely and do other things." As he spoke, Fang Wunan had already led Wang Xingli After roughly walking around Wuxiu Pavilion, we visited the temporary training cave, and finally took Wang Xingli into the transfer building.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I see that you are still far away from the spirit transformation realm. You should not be here to ask for secrets on martial arts. What martial arts secrets do you want?"

Wang Xingli looked at the bookshelves around him and felt a little overwhelmed, so he could only speak respectfully to Senior Brother Fang Wunan.

"This disciple has just entered the inner sect not long ago, and he doesn't know much about swordsmanship. The current thought in his mind is just the more offensive swordsmanship, and nothing else. Please give me some advice from my senior brother."

Fang Wunan frowned slightly when he heard the words, glanced at Wang Xingli, and felt in his heart that Wang Xingli was not here to study hard at all, and he came so hastily. He had no choice but to give it to himself, so he could only explain it carefully.

"New inner sect disciples can only choose human-level secret books. There are twenty-eight in total. There are twelve secrets of non-attributed energy that match yours. In terms of offensive ability, it is the Three Swords of Earth Yuan. It will be more difficult to practice."

"Senior Brother's choice should be more suitable. I will choose the Three Swords of Diyuan." Wang Xingli thought for a while and then made his decision.

Seeing Wang Xingli being so decisive, Fang Wunan felt a good feeling in his heart, maybe it was just his willfulness and his character.

"The Three Earth Yuan Swords were created by a senior whose Yuan Power was difficult to transform into spirits... Although there were only three swords, their power was not inferior to the Earth Level martial arts. It is a pity that this senior practiced the first two swords to perfection, and the last sword Even until death, I could not achieve success. Later, many people practiced with spiritual energy and could use spiritual energy. However, the spiritual energy with attributes leaked out, causing the power to be similar to that of ordinary spiritual realm skills, and the spiritual energy without attributes was comparable. The attribute aura is more difficult to condense and has weaker power. Are you sure you want to choose it?"

"Confirm." After listening to the explanation, Wang Xingli felt that this secret book was tailor-made for him. The technique was actually difficult to compress the energy and then accumulate it. The reason why the senior did not master the third sword was because of the follow-up The Yuan Power is not enough, it can also be said that the Yuan Power is not condensed enough. As for the spiritual energy, I believe it will be different from ordinary people by then.

Fang Wunan saw that Wang Xingli had not changed his choice, his expression remained unchanged, and he waved towards the bookshelf next to him, and a jade slip flew over.

"Come on, put your head over here."

Wang Xingli immediately followed the instructions and placed the jade slip between his eyebrows.

A cold feeling came from his forehead. Before Wang Xingli could understand it carefully, a scene appeared in Wang Xingli's mind.

Wang Xingli seemed to be in the scene. Not far away, a man holding a sword was explaining and demonstrating the Three Swords of Earth Yuan. This man must be the creator of the Three Swords of Earth Yuan. He explained it very carefully. Wang Xingli quickly understood it. The key point is that soon, the scene ended, the cold feeling on his forehead disappeared, and Wang Xingli also opened his eyes.

"How much have you understood? Do you need to understand it again? You can understand it three times in a row every day." Fang Wunan looked at Wang Xingli quietly and said.

"No need, thank you senior brother for preaching."

Fang Wunan was a little surprised. He originally thought that the young master was acting out of heed, but he didn't expect that he had such a strong comprehension ability. After all, no one would pretend to have understood the secret book.

"Okay, then you go back to practice first. I will come to you in a week to check the results of your practice for the first time. Of course, if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."

Wang Xingli said goodbye to Fang Wunan immediately and returned to his temporary cave in high spirits.

In the cave, Wang Xingli circulated his Yuan Power, which felt a little smoother than the outside world. It must be a training cave specially built to allow his disciples to practice quickly. The martial arts creator's appearance and explanation also allowed Wang Xingli to quickly understand the martial arts, but he still needs to recall the details carefully to deepen his understanding and memory of the martial arts.

It just so happens that after practicing swordsmanship here, you can also practice Wuzongbu and Bengshanquan here.

With this in mind, Wang Xingli began to comprehend the martial arts skills while condensing his energy. Before he knew it, a day had passed. Wang Xingli had become familiar with the essence of the Three Earth Yuan Swords, and the next step was to practice.

Pulling the sword out of the sheath and then putting it back into the sheath, Wang Xingli repeated the same action over and over again. It seemed like a simple action, but Wang Xingli was doing it with more and more effort. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. There was no other reason than that. Wang Xingli's realm is not enough. After all, he has just entered the Condensing Yuan realm and has only reached the level of possession for the time being. It is difficult to pour Yuan energy into the sword as hard as climbing to the sky.

"It seems that even if my physique is different from ordinary people, I will still be subject to the realm, and I also need to follow the Condensation Realm - the three levels of possession, penetration and detachment." Wang Xingli practiced for a long time and could only get the shape, but not the spirit.

In this case, practice its form first. One dodge, two slashes, three stabs.

As time went by, Wang Xingli became more and more proficient in swordsmanship. In order to catch up with the sword moves, his steps became more elegant. Unknowingly, he used the wrong step, and his momentum became more solemn. In his mind, the picture once again Emerging, virtual and real, Wang Xingli and the person in the painting are connected, and their movements gradually overlap.

When the enemy is weak and we are strong, we switch from dodging to slashing. The enemy dies when the sword comes out, but falls when it is returned to the sheath.

When the enemy is evenly matched, flash and slash one after another to detect the enemy's changes, avoid the real and attack the weak, and break it with one slash.

When the enemy is strong and we are weak, we use flash and slash to attack each other. We wait for the opportunity to stab at the enemy's flaws, sacrifice ourselves and forget ourselves, and kill with one blow.

Unknowingly, Wang Xingli's mind sank into the swordsmanship. Wang Xingli waved the ordinary long sword in his hand over and over again, without being arrogant or impatient, tireless, tireless, day or night.

Gradually, a shadow seemed to appear in front of Wang Xingli. Wang Xingli unconsciously regarded it as an enemy. He moved with the sword, and the sword moved at will. The tip of the sword followed the shadow closely. The shadow was erratic. The sword danced like the wind, and his will was loose. The intention of the sword is beginning to take shape.

"Zheng."

"Boom." Wang Xingli Rumeng woke up and looked at the collapsed stone door in front of him in shock.

Also surprised was Senior Brother Fang Wunan at the door.