Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

The square stone tablet, no more than three feet tall, seemed to be an insurmountable moat, lying between the two of them.

The sword master Xiao He has not stepped out of the sword pool in the past 20 years. All the monks were puzzled, but they all acquiesced to this fact.Lianshan Guiyi and the two sects invited him, but he didn't respond. It was rumored that a high-grade spirit sword was produced somewhere, but he was nowhere to be seen. Even Xiao Daoluan, the young master of the Sword Pool, was in danger, and Xiao He didn't come forward to protect him.Such a gesture of preferring old age to death in Jianchi caused many people to doubt whether Xiao He had made a poisonous oath not to leave the sect.

No one can force a Mahayana monk to make such a nonsense oath.

People outside the Sword Pool didn't know that Xiao He not only never walked out of the Sword Pool, but even seldom left the Zangfeng Pavilion.Only by huddling in the Zangfeng Pavilion full of flaming earth dragons can the chill from the bones be relieved a little.

Only then can he linger on for a while longer.

The way Xiao He held the fox fur and stood still beside the stone monument pleased the man who came all the way.There was a bit of happiness on the man's face, not too much, because the person who used to hold an umbrella for him to shelter from the wind was not there, he smiled and moved the corners of his mouth, and then his internal organs began to colic.

In that battle back then, Xiao He was seriously injured, but he was almost disabled.

The lungs are broken and the meridians are cut off. Not only are the medicine stones useless, but it is also a luxury to rely on the cultivation practice to warm up slowly.Fortunately, he also read thousands of books in Zangfeng Pavilion. Fortunately, he knows a lot of evil skills. Fortunately, he is different from Xiao He, as long as he can achieve his goal, he never cares about the means.

So he who was injured far more seriously than Xiao He back then, seems to be in better condition now.

At least he traveled all over the country without being trapped in Xiaoqiu Mountain.

"Back then, if you could have imagined today, you would still..." The man leisurely admired Xiao He's struggle.Others may not be able to see any emotion from that cold and indifferent face, but he who grew up with him knows that it is just the calm above the undercurrent, the silence before the snow melts.

He didn't ask the words after "will", and Xiao He didn't answer the half question.

"You haven't given up on that idea yet." With the white fox fur draped over his body, Xiao He seemed to have stood in the courtyard for a long time, covered with falling snow.On the same pale face, a pair of pupils were abnormally black.It was like an urchin splashing two drops of thick ink on the snow, which condensed into round and shiny ice beads without spreading out in the cold wind.

If you compare it like this, the children playing in the courtyard on the other side are more unforgiving when you think about it.Ink stained the whole body of fox fur black, only two spots were splashed outside.

The man suppressed a smile and said, "What do you think?" How could he give up?If you give up, isn't it admitting...

Xiao He nodded slowly, stretched out his slender wrist like a bamboo joint from the fox fur, and pressed his palm on the stone tablet.

The stele remains the same, leaving a slight imprint on the place where he was originally.

Frail and buoyant, when there is no one to support him, one foot is heavy and the other is light, but he has indeed left the sword pool.Xiao He stepped out of the sword pond one step, two steps.

Ten steps.

In front of that person, the end of the world is only a stone's throw away.

Xiao He untied the tie of the man's outer robe, and the thick fox fur fell down, as if suddenly splashing sewage all over the floor.The sword in the sleeve, which was not too long, was inserted into the thin chest, and the movement was extremely slow due to lack of strength, which was extremely tormenting.

Xiao He patiently pushed the sword's edge into an inch: "Back then I didn't believe you were dead, so I didn't leave Jianchi, I just wanted to save this life and see you again."

"Now that I've seen it, I don't have to spare my life."

The sword's edge sank into the chest.

The man grabbed Xiao He's hand instead, and the fingertips of the two were colder than the other.They are all about to die, and it is hard to tell whose chill is more intense.

With a chuckle, it doesn't look like a person who was pierced in the chest by a sword just now.

"When you were young, you looked really weak." The man recalled, "It would be great if you never practiced sword."

No one thought that a person who only reads books but does not practice swords will show such an amazing talent when he picks up a sword.

That day, he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, from the moment Xiao He drew his sword for the first time, until now.

With the same serious injury, Xiao He is still able to unleash a sword, but he hangs himself by relying on some evil skills, and his body is not as weak as ordinary people.With the sword, there is no hope in this life.

Xiao He said: "One day you were reading books in the pavilion and forgot to collect them."

"what book."

"Jie Dian." The most difficult kendo technique, if you read the sentences correctly, you can be called a master.The wind blows the pages of the book, and Xiao He catches a glimpse by chance.Read through the lamp for a few days, and realize the sword once in a while.

The man remembered that when he was young, he preferred some obscure and difficult exercises, and he studied hard in the Zangfeng Pavilion every day, and before he could understand it, he got the news that Xiao He had switched to the way of swordsmanship and became enlightened.

It turned out that the antecedent was tied to himself.

Xiao He said: "Cultivate the sword as you like." Even if there is no Jiedian left by that person, he will always have a day to realize the sword, sooner or later, not in the Cangfeng Pavilion, but by the Guanlan Pavilion.

"That's right." There was cold sweat on the man's forehead, and the sword in his sleeve was as thin as a cicada's wing, so the piercing pain was delayed for a moment before it came, "Just follow your heart."

With a wave of his long sleeves, he took out a black pill from the cuff, and swallowed it with his head up.

The man coughed several times, and the sword wound on his chest burst.The pill entered the abdomen, and it became slightly hot, and the man felt that the pain from the sword wound seemed to have healed.

The Nine Turns Pill obtained from Guiyizong seems to be a panacea that can life and death human flesh and bones.

He originally planned to take the Nine Turns Pill after grabbing the ink sword, and use the exercises recorded in the Gengxu Sword Practice Records in the ancient scrolls to fight for the illusory ascension.But Xiao He's sword forced him to take the pill early.

Will it fail?If even this method has no hope of success, wouldn't he be crushed by Xiao He for the rest of his life?Why do people who are so weak that they can be pushed with one finger always have the upper hand?

He clasped three fingers and gestured to his subordinate in the distance.

If he doesn't do anything, he doesn't know what will happen.If he had gotten that ink sword earlier, he would have been able to retire.Even if he couldn't escape for a while, so what if he soared in front of everyone and in front of Xiao He!

Xiao He always said that he could follow his heart, cultivate swords according to his heart, read books according to his heart, and he followed his own heart in all his actions.

……

Along with Guiyi and Lianshan, Moxiu who went to Xiaoqiu Mountain, a dark chess player hidden among the disciples of the sect, got the order and rushed towards Xiao Daoluan at the same time.

The dim ink sword was shot down by Xu Zhen and returned to Xiao Daoluan's hands.His hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking slightly, not because of the wound on his body.

Shen Ke slapped him across the face.

He knew he was slow when he drew the sword, just like when he fought against Mo Lie, even though he didn't deliberately think about it the moment he drew the sword, the emotion of self-doubt was always there.

This made him hesitant to strike, like a swordsman who had never fought anyone before, and was not sure how much damage his sword could cause.

The anger in Shen Ke's eyes made him feel even more uncomfortable.

He left such an important opportunity to himself, but his shot still disappointed him.

Even when they met for the first time, he cheated the opponent's sword and was caught, Shen Ke never showed such a disappointed and remorseful look.

Is it because Shen Ke trusted him too much, so that after this trust was shattered by the ice of reality, the disappointment became more intense?What can he do to save it?What should he do to be worthy of Shen Ke and his own sword?

Before Xiao Daoluan could figure out why, he saw a group of monks encircling him.Looking at the clothes of these people, there are not only casual cultivators who are shining brightly, but also disciples who belong to the Yilianshan sect, and he intuited that they should be the group of people hiding behind the scenes who have been trying to seize the sword.

"Dodge."

This group of people just want to grab the sword, the sword is in their hands, as long as Shen Ke stays away from them, they will not chase after him.When Shen Ke met Shang Xuzhen earlier, he was seriously injured. He only took one look at the bleeding wound, and his heart ached so hard that he couldn't bear to look at it again.

Shen Ke gave him a cold look.Xuzhen is still watching covetously, even if he leaves Xiao Daoluan, how can he be safe and sound?

He snatched away the saber of a disciple of Lianshan, and pushed away the long sword that was pressing towards Xiao Daoluan's back.Shen Ke consciously guarded Xiao Daoluan's back and blocked the sneak attack for him.

Even if he couldn't hide his disappointment, this was someone he would never let go of.It is impossible for him to watch the other party die at the hands of Xiao Xiao.

If today's death is inevitable here, it is better for the two of them to die together than one of them to go on the road alone.When I get to Huangquan, I slap two more hands and ask what happened.

Xu Zhen and Mo Lie waited and watched for a while, and then took action one after another.

No matter what purpose they both went to Xiaoqiu Mountain, Xiao Daoluan had to be killed on the spot at this time.

Shen Ke spat out a mouthful of blood, and simply dropped the broken sword in his hand, grabbed Xiao Daoluan by the collar, and turned him around.

Under the attack of Xu Zhen and Mo Lie, Xiao Daoluan also struggled to cope.

The red mark left by the previous slap has not faded away, and many fine marks injured by the sword energy have been added.Shen Ke touched it quickly, how could there be time for them to be gentle and tender in such a dangerous situation.He raised his head almost gnashing his teeth and said, "If you still can't figure it out, we'll die here together today."

The bloodstains on the corner of Shen Ke's mouth were so dazzling that Xiao Daoluan felt that the sound of fighting in his ears disappeared.

There is only silence between heaven and earth.

There is also the thunder and thunder.

Not his illusion.

From west to east, from north to south, the sky was full of black colors gathered on the top of Xiaoqiu Mountain, especially where the three of them stood, it was the densest.

Cang Wu, who just woke up from a coma, protected the shopkeeper, urging the kung fu over and over again to force the people back.

The person who picked up the black fox fur looked at Xiao He with a smile, his eyes were full of tenderness that was determined to win.

Countless pictures crossed in Xiao Daoluan's mind, and he lost his voice: "Master..."