Yang Yu stopped and looked, his eyes slightly focused.
But I saw that his appearance was handsome and majestic, his body was slender and powerful, his eyes were spiritual and deep.
Among the men and women he has seen in his life, in terms of body shape and appearance, he may only be comparable to his eldest brother.
But compared to the immatureness of his eldest brother, this one is still more victorious. He is like a sharp edge that has been sheathed after being tempered many times. It has no sharp edge, but it makes people shy away.
Swish, swish, swish~
Inside the temple gate, Hei Pao has spent many years sharpening his knife with all his heart and soul, without even the slightest breath leaking out, and it seems as if he doesn't know who is coming inside.
‘Before the God of Justice became enlightened…,
Yang Yu's eyes were dim.
Just looking from a distance, he felt a slight chill all over his body, as if there was an invisible sharp energy reaching his soul.
The moment his mind wandered to the catalog of ten thousand immortals, he had already seen the fortune-gathering golden list in the bright yellow light.
It quietly unsheathed half a foot, and after a while, there seemed to be shallow breathing that overlapped with Yang Yu's long breathing.
Looking at the first place on the gold list, Gu Shentong really didn't know how to describe his mood.
In other words, he must have endured this sword all his life. Even if he incarnated a hundred thousand people, he would probably be killed by one sword!
Inside the temple gate, the man in black has been sharpening his knife quietly for many years, completely forgetting about him. Outside the temple gate, Yang Yu stands with his knife in hand, watching intently.
"suck!"
"This knife..."
Just thinking about it made Gu Shen Tong shudder.
boom!
"In the past thirty years, you have been in and out of this place three hundred and thirteen times, each time different. Every time you make progress,
This is……
Not long after he fell asleep, there seemed to be the sound of a knife, and the two-edged sword could not help trembling and whining softly.
Another year has passed, and the Fortune Gathering Golden Pagoda has not yet been opened, but he can only wait, because at this moment, even if he wants to be promoted to Si Yao, he cannot.
"Sleep, sleep!"
The next moment, the sword light disappeared.
"Wait! Wait!"
Without thinking, Yang Yu had already triggered various changes in the Four and Four Mysterious Techniques with his ever-changing body.
A giant black-tusked elephant surrounded by thunder stamped its feet and hissed, but it was still chopped open by a knife and turned into powder.
"Sharpen the knife, raise the knife, and refine the knife. If things go on like this, the knife can transform and even become psychic."
Hey! After that great chaos, almost all the masters of Wanshi Tianzong were haunted by evil spirits. If he breaks through here...
boom!
Under this smooth, mirror-like blade, extremely complex divine patterns are intertwined and flowing, constantly deriving new patterns to replace the old ones.
He escaped successfully again.
"Sword Two, the Blood-Transforming Magic Sword!"
This knife seemed to come from the end of the cold and silent world, roaring like thunder, cutting through the silence and darkness, and exploding the haze of chaos.
In an instant, Buddha's light rose into the sky like a tide.
"You have mastered the secrets of the Four and Four Mysterious Skills, good, good, good!"
"Every day is new, every month is new. Today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow is better than today. A sword is like a man, if you don't advance, you will retreat."
The black-clothed Taoist also praised, and pointed at the blade, and the bloody light rose up into the sky, cutting directly into the void somewhere:
Staggering, Yang Yu fell down and sat down, suppressing his desire to draw his sword to fight back and evade with his extremely strong will.
But with one slash of the sword, his four or four mysterious skills were completely destroyed, and his ever-changing body was also destroyed along with it.
Because of this, I can truly feel the terror of his sword skills.
Although he is good with his feet, he is not qualified to pass on my sword..."
Woo~
"He is worthy of being the first God of War in the ancient heaven and the first person in the four poles..."
The old ape in the deep valley of Taoshan scratched the corners of his eyes. Taoist Yang in the small town raised his head and looked up. He saw the light of the hob like a waterfall, splitting the illusion.
Yang Yu pressed his eyebrows, his eyes were closed tightly, and it seemed that when he opened them, that terrifying sword light was about to come again:
hold head high!
"Watch ten
One day, what did you see?"
"I don't have ten swords here. You can take as many as you can..."
The young man in black robes in the illusion had not even reached the four poles, and was far from the first of the four poles war gods who later became famous throughout the world.
What is even more terrifying than this is his progress!
What's more important is that there is no killing intent in this sword light, it is just the teaching sword.
If you really see the tenth sword that is very likely to integrate the essence of the four swords into one, I'm afraid...
puff!
"He is still Shidu..."
Gu Shentong looked very bad.
But the black-robed boy's knife-sharpening skills are obviously no small matter.
"After I digest the secrets of these four swords, there may be a chance to try the tenth sword..."
"Transformation."
That is by no means sharpening a knife in the ordinary sense, but an extremely sophisticated method of raising and refining a knife.
But in less than a ten thousandth of an instant, Yang Yu had come to his senses, but he refused to advance or retreat, and even held down the violently turbulent two-edged sword.
The black robe in front of him has lasted for many years, but it brought him a terrifying oppression that was no less than that of the Lion God King!
"One sword, four thunder swords!"
Yang Yu was exhausted mentally and physically. These eleven days of refining were much more tiring than his thirty years of seclusion.
At first, he only saw the man sharpening the knife quietly, but as time passed and his mind gathered, he gradually saw something unusual.
He simply couldn't imagine how a ten-capital master could be so tyrannical and unimaginable!
The sword slashed down, and the illusion was shattered.
Zheng~!
What he came here to do was to inherit the three-pointed two-edged sword, not to challenge anyone.
"The fourth stab!"
In the midst of brilliant thunder, a giant elephant galloped out of nothingness. A Buddha with great divine majesty sat on the back of the giant elephant, making seals with his hands.
One year ago, when he came out of seclusion, he was ranked fourteenth on the Far Emperor Ranking, and now one year later...
"puff!"
"What a magical power!"
"Zheng!"
The moment he caught a glimpse of the shadow of the sword, there was nothing in Yang Yu's perception other than the light of the sword.
Magical weapons and weapons cannot be refined; they require an extremely long period of nurturing and refining in order to develop their due power and grow.
At the last moment, he transformed into the Dharma form of the Great Sun Tathagata, and his mind rose to a level far beyond his current state.
Even with Si Yao's body, even with the teaching sword, he was forced to use all his methods. But the mystery contained in the light of the sword has reached an unimaginable level.
A cold voice came from the void in the back mountain of Da Rijin Palace.
The killing methods of the young man in front of him were outrageous. So far, the only person he had seen could compare to that demon boy.
The ancient supernatural power looked dull and found a place at random to retreat again.
"It's a pity that we were just a little bit away from seeing the tenth knife..."
The power of these four swords almost took away his mind. For a moment, he even felt that he should practice some other magical martial arts. Before he mastered these four swords, he would be able to dominate the world.
In a certain courtyard, the ancient magical power appeared quietly, with a very ugly look on his face.
"Sword Four, a three-pointed, two-edged sword!"
At this moment, he stopped thinking about dividing his clones into two, and ignored the pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart. He concentrated again and digested the four stabbing wounds on his body.
Whoosh!
At a certain moment, there seemed to be the sound of a sword trembling, and Yang Yu instantly exited from that mysterious state. Inside the temple gate, the young man in black robe raised his eyebrows:
In the dark room, Yang Yu sat quietly for a long time before looking back in his heart.
Therefore, even though the sword light fell like thunder, he still stood still and allowed the sword light to fall along with the severe pain.
"puff!"
"Yuan Emperor Eleven!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu forced himself not to think about taking
Twelve's brilliant magical sword seemed to have cut away the slight anxiety in his heart.
It seems that it has not exceeded the magical powers he recognized, and is beyond the scope of great magical powers.
"Trouble..."
While he was amazed, Yang Yu couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
The void shook, and Yang Yu staggered out. Severe pain filled his mind, but his eyes were still getting tougher:
In a daze, Yang Yu felt that the sword was like thunder, just like the four-day thunder god who struck down the creation god thunder long ago.
Huhu~
Buzz!
The cold wind howled in the mountains, as if patches of snow were falling, and a layer of white frost soon covered the city of Deshan.
The young man in black robe sat cross-legged with a knife across his knees:
After a long, long time, I finally let out a breath of turbid breath, the rise and fall of my chest slowed down, and my mood calmed down.
For more than a year since the attack of the Lion God King, the Wanshi Mountains have become almost a forbidden area, making it almost impossible to enter or exit.
Yang Yu subconsciously pressed his eyebrows, looking tired and unable to hide his surprise.
"He is a bit too tyrannical."
"call!"
Instead, he mentioned the three-pointed two-edged knife:
In the room, Yang Yu opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The blood fell to the ground and instantly turned into countless light spots scattered in the void.
Sitian Shatong sat cross-legged in the Wanfa Tower, holding a book of martial arts secrets that he had acquired decades ago, with a terrifying light shining in his eyes.
In the misty light like smoke, the young man in black robe stood with a knife in hand, and then disappeared after a long time.
Over the years, every time I wiped the blade, this three-pointed, two-edged knife made a slight and pleasant trembling sound.
Yang Yu felt a little regretful, but only a little.
"Clearance before the calamity..."
Yang Yu pressed his eyebrows heavily and sighed in admiration, then his body and clothes were completely destroyed and were blown away by the wind like ashes.
Yang Yu calmed down and was quite amazed: so much so that he didn't even think about checking the results of refining the ingredients this time, and fell asleep.
Including the Great Sun Tathagata which was somewhat taboo after he first used it.
"What a mouthful of Four Thunder Blades!"
The roar shook the sky, and the dazzling sword light even spread from outside the temple to the entire illusion.
Compared with the sword in Zhou Jue Yintian Palace, this sword seems very immature, and all the magical powers and true shapes within it have not yet been integrated into one.
Although the ingredients for the three-pointed two-edged knife have disappeared, the recipes made by Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace are still there.
At this moment, Yang Yu had no reservations.
There was darkness in the Cauldron of Gluttony, all the ingredients lost their light, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife ingredient also completely dimmed.
As the young man in black robe spoke, he pointed at the knife, and immediately the sound of the knife rose into the sky, filling the void and occupying everything:
"Is this really a sword technique that he developed during his fourth year of glory?!"
Inside the temple gate, the young man in black robe finally stood up. This time, he did not flick the knife again. His four swords were extremely mysterious. In them, he felt life and death, yin and yang, creation, light and darkness, and disaster.