break the way [comprehension]

In Du Ziteng's field of vision at this time, those flying swords were scurrying around him like fish, and he was throwing out the talismans one by one, and he couldn't concentrate on calculating how many spirit stones each talisman was worth. His sweat was dripping with blood On his face, the flying swordfish seemed to have sharp teeth, which might bite off a piece of flesh from his body at any time. Du Ziteng was so engrossed that he couldn't be distracted at all.

With every step up, Du Ziteng's heart beats faster and faster, his head hurts more and more, his limbs are already sore and limp, and the spiritual power in his meridians has dried up. Every time he activates multiple talismans, not only spiritual power is consumed, but also With his spirit, in the face of the siege of many flying swords, Du Ziteng must carefully discern the upward passage, and then calculate the combination of talismans that will be used. Du Ziteng already felt his heart beating like a drum and his headache was about to split.

At this time, even if Du Ziteng fell into the moat, no one would dare to say that he came to play in the moat. There are very few people who have come to this stage.

However, now that he has come here, thinking of all the hardships, sweat, and spirit stones, especially the spirit stones, Du Ziteng gritted his teeth over the past few months. What kind of appearance, if the flying swords in the Jiange are not worth the price he paid for breaking into the trench, he must make them look good!

Every step up, Du Ziteng is desperately squeezing the little physical, mental and spiritual power left in this body, and every step up, the siege of those flying swords becomes more and more tricky, and the situation he encounters becomes more and more difficult. At this moment, it is already unclear whether Tianzhu's power is greater as he goes up, or his energy and spirit are getting more and more exhausted. At this time, he has no distracting thoughts in his mind, only one thought: go up, go up again!

All irrelevant factors were automatically eliminated by spiritual consciousness at this moment, leaving only everything related to breaking through the barrier.

The attack paths of those flying sword auras had never been so clear in his mind, as if the monk holding the sword had engraved his thoughts into his mind at the same time. For the first time, Du Ziteng did it without thinking. Pulling out the talisman, grasping the gap and climbing up, the body actually made a judgment before the spirit.

At this moment, everything in the world seems to have disappeared before his eyes, leaving only lines that may be complicated, concise, violent, or feminine, and the talisman in his hand is like an inexplicable eraser in his memory. Things, stop and erase these lines in time.

From Yaxia's point of view, not only did Du Ziteng's speed of breaking through the ditch not slow down because he had crossed [-] steps, but he continued to move forward step by step with that smooth rhythm, and even the disciples guarding the ditch began to change expression suddenly.

In this seemingly numb mechanical but extremely precise response, the scene in front of Du Ziteng changed again, and those flying swords gradually faded away, revealing their true colors. Du Ziteng suddenly opened his eyes wide. After waking up with a start, in extreme shock, he missed, causing a sword energy to hit his left shoulder fiercely, and his left hand slipped, almost falling into the sky!

It was the first time for many cultivators that there was a sound of gasping at the foot of the sword grinding cliff. It turned out that the sword aura on the six hundred steps was so sharp and merciless, completely different from the sword aura below that only wanted to knock people down!

This severe blow made Du Ziteng's eyes go dark in pain, but it also brought back all his sanity, and the besieging spiritual energy would not stop at all to allow him to think carefully, the next round of sword energy had already slammed down unceremoniously, At this moment, Du Ziteng seemed to concentrate all his willpower, forgetting about the injury on his shoulder, and threw out a talisman with his left hand to inspire again!

Just such a small action caused cold sweat to drip down Du Ziteng's forehead. Looking up at the Mojian Cliff where the top seemed impossible to see, the thought of giving up arose in Du Ziteng's heart for the first time: Give up, you can make it this far , has exceeded my expectations too much. Now that I have an injury on my shoulder, it is undoubtedly a dream to climb up. It is better to go back to recuperate and make more preparations before coming back...

However, when several sword qis came down again, Du Ziteng suddenly came back to his senses. In the dark, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him: can't give up, never give up, if you give up... then you have to fight with me That call passed by!

Before he could think about it, Du Ziteng condensed his energy and threw out the talisman again. On this jagged sword sharpening cliff, covered in blood and exhausted mentally and physically, all he could rely on was the talisman in his hand...

When Du Ziteng got rid of all distracting thoughts, those auras appeared again in the form of flying swords of different shapes, and the paths of those flying swords were clearly reflected in his heart again, and Du Ziteng seemed to have pulled away from this exhausted body at this time, Looking down at everything that was going on coldly from above the Sharpening Cliff, he knew that that scene would happen again.

As he expected, the world in his eyes distorted into a weird space again, and those flying swords also faded away again, revealing the true face under the mysterious appearance: where are the flying swords? They are clearly wrapped in mysterious and inexplicable lines A bunch of different lights!

The divine consciousness looking down from the high altitude seems to be smiling indifferently: this is the biggest secret of Mojianya. The auras that attack the monks are clearly driven by formations, and those lines are analyzed into runes with different functions in Du Ziteng's eyes , or have a sensitive sensor that can detect monks, or have a strong guidance ability to guide the balls of light to hit the designated position...

Even, the withdrawn consciousness can still see that the source of all these runes is under this cold cliff, and the mottled cliff is also translucent in his eyes at this time, a huge river is flowing Flowing silently behind the cliff, those flying swords are just a few drops of water splashed by the river, they are insignificant in comparison... And this is the first time Du Ziteng saw it, why is the terrifying sword mark that divides the cliff in two? To be able to have such power - the sword intent is not only on the cliff, but also like a sharp long sword inserted deep into the huge river below, so that the rushing water has to go around the island in the narrow river and divide it in two.

The consciousness in the mid-air thought strangely: so I am not the first person to notice all this?

In the next moment, as if awakened to the existence of the self, the spiritual consciousness was pulled back violently, as if leaving the soul and returning to its place, the severe pain in the left shoulder, the numbness of the limbs, the dryness of the meridians, and the boiling of the spiritual consciousness were all there. He hit Du Ziteng hard, causing blood to fill his lips and teeth.

But Du Ziteng showed a bloody smile, his snow-white teeth were stained pink with blood, which was very weird and terrifying. The sword aura coming down from his head was imminent again, but Du Ziteng did not throw out any more talismans, but sacrificed a talisman pen.

Numerous flying swords bit Du Ziteng like ferocious piranhas. He was climbing the cliff with one hand and the talisman with the other, with a bloody smile on his face. In the next moment, Du Ziteng's talisman was flying Draw a deep and mysterious line, where the line sweeps, or touch the fish's spine, or point in the fish's eye, the fierce sword energy or the lost aura will disappear invisible, or the direction will be distorted like a headless fly Hit him.

There was silence under Mojian Cliff at this time, and the people looking up at the cliff had lost their voices in shock, and there were no more gorgeous light and shadow effects on the cliff hundreds of steps away: in the middle of the raging sword energy, Du Ziteng, who was climbing upwards, had no long body, covered in In the blood, only a talisman in his hand was flying, and he continued to move forward step by step, although slowly but never stopped.

No one can make the slightest comment. The scene in front of them has surpassed the most bizarre scene they have ever seen in this life. A talisman cultivator is walking on the Mojian Cliff, which is higher than [-] steps, without even using a talisman...

At this time, in Du Ziteng's eyes, time had stagnated and space had disappeared, leaving only those mysterious lines and the talisman in his hand that had never been so happily swayed.

Finally, this seemingly endless journey came to an end. After the last wave of mighty sword energy was swept away by him with a talisman, Du Ziteng found in a daze that he had already stepped on flat ground.

There was a faint cracking sound, and Du Ziteng, who was standing there, looked around in a daze to find the source of the sound, but the surrounding scenery failed to enter his mind for a moment.

It wasn't until there was a crisp clicking sound, accompanied by the emptying of his hands, that Du Ziteng lowered his head in a daze: Scattered debris fell from his fingers like ice crystals—the talisman pen that had been with him since Du Ziteng officially stepped on the talisman path Like a star, it turns into a pile of dust after burning out its life on the most brilliant stage, only dyeing the black ground with a little crystal.

At the foot of the Sword Sharpening Cliff, a stone tablet suddenly emerged from the ground. On the surface of the tablet, which was as smooth as a mirror, there were countless unknown or popular names: Ruan Qiushan, Guliang Xuanyao, Shi An, Shi Xueming, Zhanlu Qingzheng... Xiao Chen , Xie Chufeng, Shen Ren, Chi Lansu, Jin Bao, Wen Renling...

Those names flew by like light and shadow, only the three words that emerged at the end were frozen: Du Ziteng.

Among the silent crowd, the guarding disciple was the first to kneel down on one knee holding the sword in both hands in awe, just for the sword stele that has only appeared once in the past few years.

On the top of the sword sharpening cliff, Du Ziteng looked at his empty hands, and a voice as cold as gold and iron suddenly poured over his head: "Du Ziteng, a new Jiange disciple, why don't you come in?"

Du Ziteng raised his head suddenly, under the clear cloudy sky, the messy and jagged piles of jet-black rocks were in front of him, the hard road, the bloody road, the tattered road, the twists and turns, the place he wanted to go... was right in front of him.

Even though the blood was drying up on his cheeks, his body was at the end of a crossbow and he might fall down at any time, and the wind beside the stone pile was as sharp as a sword cutting off a strand of his temple hair, Du Ziteng still showed a proud and happy smile, and staggered forward resolutely and fearlessly.

Then, he saw the bodies of the flying swords that he had seen on Mojian Cliff before his eyes, but felt a kind of desolation inexplicably: the arrogant and domineering slender sword was inserted obliquely in the crevice of the stone, but it had already It was broken from the middle, and the hilt was missing, but the remaining body of the sword was dried up with purple condensation; the slender and slender sword, which was soft and fierce, was like a thin strip of rusted iron, lying lifeless on the stone; Even the thick and simple sword has been broken into several pieces, only from the broken outline can we barely piece together Guo Ning's thick and stable form...

The wind was howling and the clouds were mad, and the heaven and the earth were mourning, Du Ziteng suddenly felt a chill to his bones, what kind of sword pavilion is this, it is clearly a sword tomb.

However, when his footsteps passed by those flying swords lightly, there seemed to be murmurs ringing in his ears. The voice was either arrogant, or low, or flying, or peaceful, and Du Ziteng suddenly had an illusion, Even if they are just lying here incompletely, they still have life, the vitality is not as sparse as it seems, and the vitality is rushing under the pile of stones, roaring in the torrent that he saw just now when he broke into the trench.

That icy voice said without any emotion at all: "Since it can arouse the resonance of all the swords to arrive at the Jiange, the array of sword spirits, Qi."

Du Ziteng only felt at a loss, and then he felt in a trance that he had returned to the mid-air of Mojian Cliff, and the surging torrent divided by the sword energy was in front of him, but this time, those flying swords no longer came to attack him, but all at once. Playing and chasing or meditating quietly in the flowing river, or even lazily resting at the bottom of the river...

"Du Ziteng, a new Jiange disciple, don't hurry to choose a sword to resonate!"

Du Ziteng was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he thought, could this be the reward for his ability to never give up a successful breakthrough after six hundred steps after mobilizing the swords in the Jiange Pavilion?

His eyes lingered on those flying swords with different temperaments, and he could only mutter in his heart, damn it, this time it’s really a big loss. If those spent talismans are sold, I don’t know how many spirit stones and merit points they are worth. At least pay back the good-looking ones!

However, this thought just flashed through his mind. At the end of the river, the voice of calling hit him like a hurricane. In the next moment, Du Ziteng only felt: "Flower wipe, it hurts!" ! !

It's actually more fucking painful than the injury he suffered all the way just now!

Then Du Ziteng found himself face down into a pile of black stones on the edge of the cliff. The warm and flowing stuff in his nose obviously couldn't be snot. Mr. Du propped himself up on the ground and crawled up. As expected, his nose was dripping. He only felt unlucky for the bright red and sticky blood to flow down, and that summoning must have clashed with him, Young Master Du, every time it was a bloody disaster!

When he raised his hand indignantly to wipe the nosebleed, Du Ziteng was stunned. He looked at an extra black wooden stick in his hand in a state of bewilderment. The nosebleed dripped onto the wooden stick, soaking in like cloth, but Other than that, it's nothing special, it just looks darker and dirtier.

Du Ziteng threw away the wooden stick casually, looked around, and scratched his chin, where are those blingbling flying sword babies?Why did he disappear before he chose?In other words, he is still waiting to use them to exchange for the loss of his trespassing!

He said tentatively: "This elder? Cough, I haven't chosen Feijian yet."

That voice seemed to be shocked by something unimaginable, and after a long silence, he said: "...the resonance is over."

Du Ziteng was really at a loss, is it over?It's not expired, it's not invalid, it's not a restart, it's the end, when did he choose the sword!Don't be fooled!

For the first time, there was emotion in that cold voice, and the voice of gold and iron reiterated with imperceptible pity: "The sword selection resonance ceremony is over... the master has been recognized."

That vague word seemed to contain a huge message, but Du Ziteng ignored it, and was only attracted by two words: recognize the Lord? !Bastard, don't fool him just because he has a short memory!He has already asked the sword cultivator of the outer sect, if the formed flying sword wants to choose the master again, it must be sacrificed with blood... wait, blood...?Du Ziteng looked down following his nosebleed, and saw an innocent little wooden stick lying in a puddle of blood, completely at ease.

Don't ask Du Ziteng how he knew that this broken stick was at ease, he just knew it!

Then Cui Juechen's words that day unexpectedly echoed in his heart again:... After the flying sword chooses its owner, it will be a magic weapon of natal life, with the same mind and soul, and fate is related.

At that moment, Young Master Du's world was shattered into pieces.