Xiaoyao looked around. The hall was filled with a mysterious atmosphere. Being in it, his heart seemed to be covered with a shadow. He couldn't breathe. It was extremely depressing. Especially the black mist floating in the air of the hall. Seeing them
, Xiaoyao felt a hairy feeling in his heart for some reason.
Xuerou's face was complicated.
She looked at the circle of murals with great care and concentration.
Faintly.
Looking at her side face, Xiaoyao seemed to see what he saw and heard in his dream that day again. The expression at that moment was very similar to this moment. Although it was less lonely and lonely, it was a bit more lonely.
"This is Feixian Palace!"
"This is the place where the founder of our Jiuxiao Sword Sect realized the enlightenment of the Jiuxiao Sword Technique." After a long time, Xuerou sighed slowly: "This is the most important place of our sect, and it is located in the sword tomb. But as forty
During the catastrophe two years ago, the entire Feixian Valley was moved here inexplicably, and the vitality that existed in the past disappeared without a trace."
"Forty years ago?!"
Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask: "It was forty years ago again, Third Senior Sister, what exactly happened forty years ago?"
This doubt has been in his mind for a long time.
From the time he entered the Nine Heavens Sword Sect to the present, it seems that many things are related to forty years ago, and he is in this mystery, always confused and uneasy. At this moment, facing Xuerou, whose expression is obviously strange, he
I couldn't help but ask the doubts in my heart no longer.
"Forty years ago..."
Xuerou's expression paused, as if he was recalling something.
Her eyes were blurred for a moment, and she kept scanning the Feixian Palace, and finally turned into a silent sigh: "Ninth Junior Brother, these are still too far away for you at the moment. When your strength reaches the king level, even if I don't say
, Master will also tell you everything about that year. Forty years ago and forty years later, they are actually very similar, but you are luckier after all. Some things, even with Master's ability,
You can't change it, you can only rely on yourself."
"Look at this mural."
Xuerou pointed at the thousands of figures with her slender fingers, and gradually said solemnly: "Ten thousand years ago, the founder of the Jiuxiao Sword Sect created the Jiuxiao Sword Technique by virtue of his enlightenment in the Feixian Palace, but it is not the same as the sword technique you want to practice.
In line. Now the Feixian Temple is eroded by demonic energy, but it does not hinder its mysterious power."
"It's called the Heaven and Earth Monument!"
"This Heaven and Earth Monument communicates the path of heaven. If you can understand something from it, it will be your great luck. If you cannot understand anything, then you will have no chance with this Heaven and Earth Monument in the future."
Xuerou's figure was like a shadow, gradually disappearing into nothingness, leaving a faint voice: "I will pick you up in one month!"
…
The dull voice gradually dispersed.
Xiaoyao's eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty. He looked at the monument of heaven and earth mentioned by the third senior sister and kept looking around.
Black mist filled the air, and there were bursts of cold.
Each individual figure seems to be dancing with a sword on top of the mural, which is confusing.
Inexplicably, he felt that there were faint excitement waves coming from certain areas in his body. He concentrated hard and found that this wave actually came from his Qi sea and the mysterious core. He saw the Tai Chi diagram and the purple-gold light.
He saw the nameless broken swords. He could vaguely feel their desire and their fear.
These extremely contradictory emotions kept changing in his heart, making him look depressed and crazy.
The core of the main hall.
Xiaoyao's eyes swept over the sword with only a hilt left, and then fell on the blurred line of words on the stone platform. He ducked past, his eyes burning.
"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs"
"I asked the heavens in ancient times how unwilling they are, but when will the luck not come!!!"
There were only more than twenty words, and the wild grass was brushing by, but it seemed that a down-and-out man appeared in front of him, full of unwillingness to denounce the world, and even the words could not hide the anger, unwillingness and fighting spirit that rushed towards his face, extremely surging.
Xiaoyao was shocked. He looked at these twenty words and was speechless for a long time.
His whole body was immersed in this will, and it kept echoing in his mind.
"Gu Wentian?"
"Who is he? Is he a disciple of Jiuxiao Sword Sect?"
Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head, his eyes extremely determined, and those disturbances could no longer affect him.
After eight months of training in the academy and numerous tests in Qishu, Xiaoyao had already recognized himself and clarified his goals. Even if he was affected by the emotions of the person who wrote about it just now, it only took a moment for him to recover. He stared at the stone walls around him.
, there was a loud sound that shook the entire Feixian Palace: "Everything will eventually be revealed, and what I have to do is have the strength to cope with everything!"
The mind has become peaceful.
His eyesight has leveled off.
Looking in front of me again, the gloomy feeling no longer exists, and thousands of figures seem to be clearly visible.
Faintly visible.
He seemed to see thousands of figures at the front condensing to form a huge figure. This figure had a long sword across his waist, his left hand clenched tightly, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword in a gesture of drawing the sword.
Its eyes were staring forward.
It seemed that there was endless sword intent coming from him, and the next moment it might turn into a huge wave, and all the enemies with the sword would be killed in an instant. Facing this sword, even though it was not unsheathed,
, but when Xiaoyao looked at it, it seemed as if all the energy in his body was locked, and even breathing was extremely difficult. His blood was rolling, the cells in his body were boiling, his bones were making a clicking sound, and his feet seemed to be on their knees.
topple.
"No!"
"You must never give in!"
Xiaoyao roared in his heart, his eyes opened angrily, and veins popped up all over his body.
"No matter who you are, I, Xiaoyao, can't surrender to you, and you can't overwhelm me!" Amid the roar, three roars of anger and unwillingness seemed to come from within the Xuan Core. Waves of surging power suddenly appeared.
It burst out from his body, directly facing the Qi that was pulling in, and hit hard.
This force.
There is the most holy and the most evil, opposing each other, but at this moment they are united with each other.
boom!
The roar exploded, Xiaoyao's ears suddenly buzzed, and a vivid human figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes. It was also holding a sword and kept repeating the action of drawing the sword.
Xiaoyao's eyes widened.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally saw the figure pulling out the sword in his hand as fast as lightning.
Zheng!
The world suddenly darkened. Faced with this extremely shining sword, all the brilliance in the world seemed to disappear. As far as Xiaoyao could see, he saw only a ditch splitting from the space of heaven and earth. Wherever the sword light touched, the heaven and earth collapsed.
The huge space crack was torn open in an instant, and terrifying power exploded in all directions.
puff!
Xiaoyao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body became extremely depressed.
But his eyes and face were extremely excited.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to player Xiaoyao for viewing the Divine Artifact Monument of Heaven and Earth and understanding the swordsmanship move. This move has no level. It belongs to the player for understanding his own move. Please name it, player Xiaoyao!"
"Drawing sword style!"
As soon as the system's voice fell, Xiaoyao blurted out unconsciously
That sword.
Isn't it the sword-drawing stance? That sword is as fast as lightning, and the attack power is so terrifying that even the heaven and earth can be torn apart by this sword.
"Ding!"
"The player understands the sword move 'Sword Drawing Style'. Because the player Xiaoyao is the first player to create his own sword move, we hereby announce to the whole server that he will be rewarded with fifty free attribute points!"
"Ding!"
"System Announcement: Player Xiaoyao created his own sword move, ranking first in the Great Fantasy, and has been famous in the Great Fantasy for thousands of years. The special reward is 50 free attribute points for player Xiaoyao, and he becomes a master of swordsmanship!"
"Ding!"
"System Announcement: Player Xiaoyao..."
"Ding"
"system……"
Three consecutive roars and earth-shaking system sounds resounded throughout the great fantasy world. This time, it was different from the last system announcement in the martial arts domain alone. This time it was the entire great fantasy world, and all players could listen to it.
The system announcement arrived! The blood-red words seemed to fill the eyes of countless players, shocking them.
"sky!"
"I created my own sword move. Who is this Xiaoyao? He is so awesome!!"
"It's outrageous, it's outrageous!"
"..."
The system announces that some people are happy and some are sad.
Players who knew Xiaoyao were all shocked and subconsciously pleasantly surprised. Players who didn't know Xiaoyao were questioning one after another and couldn't believe that there were players creating their own sword moves at this stage. There were also some players who heard this.
When he heard the name Xiaoyao, his brows furrowed slightly with a strange look on his face.
There’s more…
In the barren mountains and forests, countless beasts roared and roared. A figure in red was as fast as lightning, turning into a red light and passing by, leaving behind countless corpses of monsters. As the system prompts sounded, the figure in red
Suddenly he paused, looked up at the sky, with a complicated look on his face, and murmured: "You?"
Red shadows fell all over the sky, covering the sky and the earth, turning into cold murderous intent.
