Can Scientific Cultivators Penetrate into the Second Dimension

"Hahaha, Sect Master Zhang is really a wonderful person!"

……

"Huh... It's been a hundred years since I've been so happy. Why are you crying and mourning? Come and sit down. The old man has a few things to tell you."

"……Um."

"The first thing is this "Hidden Sword Jue". Since you told the old man its mystery, the old man has been thinking about it day and night and still can't understand it. Qi training is Qi training, how can it become sword training."

"Of course, Qian is old enough to be blind."

"Haha, it is worthy of being able to create such a sword technique. I think the old man was also known as the most talented swordsman in the inner and outer sects of the Hegui Sect. I don't want to be defeated by your boy in his later years. It is really unpredictable in life." ..."

"Old Qian, you—"

"The first thing, although I don't think there are many people in this world who can practice "Hidden Sword Jue" to such an extent like you, but the world is unpredictable, this sword is too fierce and harms the peace of heaven, I want you Don't pass this sword on to others when necessary, you are willing."

"Yes!"

"Second thing, don't think about avenging the old man—don't worry, after listening to the old man, I don't have a few years left in my life, so it's a good deal to behead a Jindan Daoist in this situation, so why? Talk about revenge? He Guizong has today's situation Zhang Jingxian is right, as early as when Master Tianhe passed away, the master had expected it, so he changed "Tianhe Jianzong" to "He Guizong" and did not ask for disciples To reproduce the scene of coercion and oppression, I only hope that the disciples of the disciples can put peace as the most important thing, and continue this lineage. If Zhang Jingxian didn't endure the humiliation and bear this infamy, He Guizong might not even be able to keep the inner sect."

"Old Qian..."

"There is also Senior Brother Jin...Jin Yuepeng is the same. Although his behavior is rough, he also follows the old law and saved the last bit of face for the 'Tianhe Sword Sect'. The only fault is the old man. The old man should not let you leave as a disciple of the Tianhe Sword Sect Zongmen, I hope you can avoid this turmoil, but you return halfway to let you return as a disciple of He Guizong, delusional that you can still enter the inner sect, and save the last hope for the revival of the sect."

"Old Qian, I can't..."

"No, you can!"

At that moment, Elder Qian's eyes were so bright: "Even if your spiritual root aptitude is still insufficient, let alone three Nascent Souls, even if Master Tianhe is reborn, you may not be like you in 200 years! "

After saying this, Qian Lao seemed to have lost all his strength, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

After taking a few breaths, Mr. Qian picked up the ancient sword beside him: "Phew, the third thing... I have known you for so long, and I haven't given you anything decent... Cough cough... this sword Sword, I have been with this old man for 150 years, and I will give it to you today."

So far, the reason why this sword failed to "hide the sword" has also been revealed.

The power of "hidden sword" is great, but the wear and tear on the sword is equally strong. If a sword is "hidden sword", then it can no longer be pulled out—except at the moment when it is destined to be damaged.

His vision became blurred, and he hardly felt any support from the other party when he took the sword from Qian Lao's hand.After handing over the sword in his hand, Qian Lao seemed to have put down a heavy and long burden, leaning on the broken rocks behind him, and said in a misty tone, "In the future...don't save it...to rebuild the sect... The idea of... Tianhe Jianzong...has gone...He Guizong...let it...continue..."

"The disciple understands."

"Disciple... disciple, how is disciple, then listen to the master's last request."

He raised his hand and pointed to the north with his trembling fingers: "Let's go... don't... look back..."

"Disciple, understand."

Step onto the Golden Sword and sprint towards the future.

From the constantly blurred vision, Qian Xihe saw his vigorous first half of his life, and saw his haggard and ashes second half of his life, all of which were frozen in the final frame, becoming the sword shadow/figure that kept disappearing into the distance.

Can't help but chant softly.

Keeping the hidden sword for ninety years, suddenly enlightened

Happy?

Sad?

When spring opens next year, this sword will still be

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"...Uncle Qian, have a good journey."

After saluting deeply to this respected teacher, Shen Ao stood up with his sword, looked down at the deep pit stretching hundreds of meters under his feet, and leaped towards the north.

102. The sword is drawn three feet, and the energy is six inches!

Following the shortest path, Shen Ao pursued all the way to Tuguo in the north, and everything he saw along the way made him extremely sad, but he couldn't help it.

The price for He Guizong to be able to continue to be He Guizong is that He Guizong can only retain a small piece of territory in the Nanling Mountains, and other than that, he is not allowed to interfere in any of the many affairs of the South of the River as before. .

Today, he can only be a bystander, watching this life suffer, no matter how much he grits his teeth, there is nothing he can do.

He had to consider: If Shen Ao made a move here, what would happen to the master who faced the three Nascent Soul masters with his golden core body?What about those disciples who stayed here as disciples of He Guizong?

Fortunately, his swordsmanship is very fast, and he can quickly throw away everything behind him, and chase him to the border of Tu Kingdom, which is also the border of Xinan and Suxuan.

"Beiwangshan..."

Shen Ao, who was chasing after the remnants of spiritual energy, pushed down the sword light, and saw the fellow sect who had already been waiting here without any surprise.

"Junior Brother Lin..."

……

"Brother Shen, please stay safe."

Looking at the pale and confused Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him, Lin Xiu had a smile on his face: "Or, I should call him Uncle Shen."

"...Junior brother, you should have gone there earlier."

Lin Xiu raised his brows: "You mean to leave Xinanling?"

"Yes."

"I will leave, but there is one thing left to do, and I will leave when I finish."

Shen Ao stepped forward: "Then draw your sword."

However, what greeted him was Lin Xiu's puzzled gaze: "What?"

"Didn't Junior Brother Lin want to kill me? Then do it, Senior Brother won't show mercy—"

"You are looking for death."

"—!"

A simple sentence directly shattered his psychological defense. Seeing Shen Ao's pale face, Lin Xiu couldn't help apologizing: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so easily...uh, break the defense?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored him, but turned his gaze to the distant sky.

"To be honest, senior brother is not qualified to let me draw the sword, and compared to senior brother, senior brother should have more important things to do now, right?"

As he said that, Lin Xiu threw out a sentence lightly: "Brother accidentally heard while he was on his way that several monks brought by Suxuan were going to the Qianguo Palace to find 'opportunity'."

The body shook violently for a long while.

"...I'm sorry, Qianguo, after all, he was led in the south of the stream."

Yu Bi directly flew away with the sword, and the speed was more than twice as fast as when chasing Lin Xiu before.

"Good guy, it turned out that I came here by fishing all the way... the foundation building period, I don't know what it will be like."

"No matter what the scene is, it's not something you can see with a little Qi training."

What fell from the sky was another figure from Yujian, looking at Lin Xiu with unconcealable excitement: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you and that old man, if it wasn't for you who killed Li Mingyuan, it wouldn't be our turn." I'm in charge."

Lin Xiu was taken aback when he heard the words: "Are you a disciple of Master Sword Demon?"

"It wasn't before, it is now."

"Oh, I thought the old beggar used the final elimination system to keep nine apprentices. So there is such a method, tsk tsk."

"Slandering the Venerable Master... you are courting death!"

"This breaks the defense? No way, no way, you have just become an apprentice and you just fell in love."

"...I wanted to give you a chance to leave your last words, but it seems that there is no need."

Looking at the "Ninth Disciple of Master Sword Demon" whose face was full of murderous intent, Lin Xiu raised his hand to press the hilt of the sword, and gently pushed it up: "Your last words, it is decided to be this."

Aura, materialized aura.

Like a torrent of catharsis, it burst from the small scabbard and squeezed into this huge but small space.

Maintaining the mixed expression of killing intent and joy on his face, the "Ninth Disciple" watched helplessly as the "sword" was pulled out of the scabbard inch by inch.

The ground under his feet was scraped away layer by layer as if being cut by something, exposing the deeper soil, and the lush vegetation around Beiwang Mountain was chopped and burned silently, but at this moment, the "Ninth Disciple" has no longer seen it in his eyes. There is no room for anything else, only the three-foot-long "sword", swaying forward with frightening aura.

This sword is not so much a "slash" as a "grind", using overwhelming spiritual power to crush a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment to death on the spot.

At the last moment when the breath stopped, under the unprecedented stimulation of death, the "Ninth Disciple" broke out with all its strength.

Magical weapon, and it is a rare top-quality sword magic weapon.

Even a Jindan real person in front of this sword would not dare to take it head-on without a magic weapon to protect him. However, when it went up with the magic power of the "Ninth Disciple", it couldn't even make a collision. It was melted away.

Unable to suppress, despair invaded all his ability to think, and he could only watch helplessly as this "sword" sliced ​​through the ground in front of him, the air, the aura—everything, bombarded himself.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a black mist rose from his body and held him firmly in it. When the surging spiritual energy hit this thin layer of black mist, it was like a stream hitting a solid stone. It is also difficult to shake it at all, so it can only be separated from the two sides and swept to the rear.

"Boom———————————!!!"

……

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

This thought subconsciously came to mind, Lin Xiu waited patiently and meticulously for the smoke and dust in front of him to dissipate, and then saw the unscathed "Ninth Disciple" who was protected by a thin layer of black mist, And the expression on his face that changed from despair to surprise and then to ecstasy.

"The Venerable Master is merciful! Disciple will put this kid—"

——Good sword.

"Uh?"

Obviously no one was here, but Master Sword Demon's voice suddenly sounded.

This is not the strangest thing, after all, the power of the Nascent Soul cultivator is beyond his comprehension by a small foundation builder. What puzzles him is why he said...

- very good sword!

Such words?

Isn't this sword already blocked?

The sliver of spiritual thought that the Master had invested in him in advance was blocked by a distance of two thousand miles, so why did he say such things again?

Lowering his head blankly, the "Ninth Disciple" saw an extremely incomprehensible scene.

As the turbulent aura dissipated, the held sword revealed its original form. The cracked sword was only three feet long, and was blocked in front of the thin black mist, far away from his chest. There is still a distance of three inches between the parts, even if it passes through this three inches distance, if you want to pierce your vital heart, you need to cross another three inches.