Chapter 371 Inspiration

The grand and vast thoughts suddenly surpassed this cave. txt e-book download**

Even if all the strong men in the day travel realm here are prepared, they are all slightly suffocated at this moment.

Zong Shou was also oppressed by this breath, but he slanted his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows coldly: "I, Zong Shou, keep the way of the sword and strive for self-improvement. It's just a barrier between heaven and man, why do we need to borrow the power of outsiders?"

Since he spoke just now, he has been in deep sleep for a long time, and he feels that his mental strength is getting more and more tired. His mind was drowsy, but Zong Shou suddenly swung his sword down again.

The seventy-fourth sword, the seventy-fourth scratch, jumped out on the mural, making the dragon shadow more charming.

After finishing this stroke, Zong Shou's face showed a slight satisfaction. He hurriedly took a few pills, closed his eyes to calm the breath in his body, nourished his blood, rested his soul,

After the voice was silent for a while, it was followed by a smile: "It's a bit arrogant, but I, Longying, believe in you! Self-improvement? Unexpectedly, you little guy is a real swordsman. You can endure the pain of double-veined body and distorted meridians every day , practiced martial arts to such a level. At this age and level, one can see the beauty of the way of the sword. In front of my Zhaobi, unyielding and unrelenting, he swung the seventy-fourth sword. People like you really don’t need With external force."

Then he said suddenly: "That's right, you want to crack the True Dragon Shadow I left behind, is it because you want to master the sword soul? You little guy, you are really ambitious, but I like it! It's just that you If you want to decipher this picture, you still need a lot of cultivation—”

Zong Shou didn't bother to answer, and was silent for a long time. After standing still for a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes again. sword in hand. Just swing it again!

Seventy-fifth sword! Seventy-sixth sword! Seventy-seventh sword!

Slashing out with three swords in a row, I felt that the place was full of stone chips.

And Zong Shou's complexion has become extremely pale, and all the blood on his face has disappeared.

Almost exhausted all the potential in the body, and only then did the mystery of the three swords be completely unlocked.

At this moment, there are only four engravings missing on the mural!

——Just four more swords, and he can solve all the puzzles!

"—Seventy-seven swords! You little brat. The way of swordsmanship is so psychic! Damn it! This place is too far away—"

I don't know how many worlds that old man Longying has traveled through in this instant. That voice is more clear. But that voice seemed a little tired.

"Hey! Boy, don't think about the four swords in the back. You need to have achieved the unity of spirit and martial arts. Or you can untie it with the aptitude of unity of spirit and martial arts. You are so talented that you can already do it. My disciple of Longying, why don't you worship me, Longying as your teacher?"

Zong Shou didn't listen at all, the old man's voice was regarded as noise by him and filtered out directly.

In his mind at the moment. Apart from the sword in his hand, and the giant dragon stone carving on the opposite side, there is nothing else!

Unexpectedly, I thought it was after the three swords. The last four notches. It should be more difficult. He needs more time to deliberate and calculate.

Unexpectedly, the following three swords are already in the general idea after only a little thought.

It's surprisingly simple, almost instinctive, you just know how to use your sword!

But hesitating slightly, Zong Shou verified it again and again in his heart in disbelief. Before he struck again, the purple sword light was bright, bringing out a brilliant and gentle arc of the sword.

The seventy-eighth sword. The seventy-ninth sword, the eightieth sword!

Three more sword marks were drawn. The whole dragon body suddenly appeared plump.

The feeling of the bystanders around is the most obvious. I just feel that the dragon on the stone wall is already fleshy and full of charm. It seems that at any moment, it is about to break out of the wall.

It's just that the dragon-shaped stone carving seems to be missing something. Only the last and most critical stroke is missing!

And the real dragon above that is also the same, wanting to fly high in the sky. But it always seems to be bound by some force, unable to fly away.

Zong Shou also felt satisfied, his brows and eyes were full of joy. Unexpectedly, these three swords. It's that simple.

For this old man Longying, the last three puzzles set on this stone wall are really not up to standard.

Now in front of him, there is only the last notch left, and it is estimated that it will be the most difficult sword!

——It is the sword of ninety-nine returning to one! The last secret of Nine Nine Dragon Shadow Sword must be in this last sword!

Only then did he vaguely remember that the old man Longying seemed to be rambling and whispered something in his ear just now.

But when I recall it now, I can't remember it anymore. At that time, his mind was too pure and focused, and nothing in the world could leave any trace in his mind.

"What else can I say? You brat, do you want this old man to go mad and die, or to die from exhaustion? He is already a spirit—"

The voice cursed at first, but then stopped abruptly.

Zong Shou was confused when he heard it, but the voice was a bit clearer, and the thoughts that Long Ruo poured into him felt even more unpredictable.

Compared with Wei Xu, they are not bad at all.

——That senior brother of his didn't try his best that day. But this old man is also separated by countless time and space.

"—Cough! Cough! It's actually a healer in the Sun Returning Realm. Well, this place is still too far away, and my strength is almost exhausted. If I continue on my way, I'm afraid I will hurt the origin of this body. So listen Now that I understand, kid, are you willing to be my Longying's apprentice?"

Zong Shou frowned, then shook his head slightly, and said without hesitation: "I'm sorry, I, Zong Shou, already have a teacher. The second generation of Cangsheng Dao, the seventh disciple!"

Although he wished to worship more masters and learn more swordsmanship, he still knew the truth of respecting masters.

As for this identity, Zong Shou has no secrets at all in front of such powerful people in the holy realm, so it is better to say it openly.

"The second generation of Cangshengdao?"

Long Ying was obviously surprised, but what was surprised was not that Zong Shou already had a clan, but the four characters passed down from the second generation: "That guy Xizi died thousands of years ago. How can he accept it?" Disciple? That's right, or that guy Wei Xu, accepting disciples on behalf of the master. Or you are worshiping Lin Xuanshuang, right?"

Zong Shou frowned, thinking that the old man Longying guessed right. Then he nodded slightly and said, "Zongshou's master is named Lin Xuanshuang!"

The old man Longying sneered sneeringly: "Senior brother Wei, you are really calculating! It is also considered that their luck in the common people is getting stronger, and they actually picked up such a treasure like you under the eyes of the righteous sects."

Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed his anger at the right time. In fact, he was also very upset with Wei Xu. But it can't let outsiders see it.

"That's all! Don't talk about that, if Wei Xu is willing to give you the status of the second generation of the hall, he is also willing to spend money."

The voice of the old man Longying still carried some annoyance. But if you listen carefully, you can find that inside it is envy, jealousy and hatred, mixed flavors.

"Boy, since the old man left the secret of the Nine-Nine-Nine-Nine-Dragon Shadow Sword here, how could he not have imagined that there is a 90% chance that this sword formula will be learned by you disciples of the great sect? I just can't bear to create it by myself. This peerless swordsmanship was lost in the end! The Dragon Gate was set up just to find a suitable successor of swordsmanship. I have no intention of inheriting any orthodox tradition. Therefore, even though you are the direct descendant of the Dao of the common people, it’s okay—”

Zong Shou thought about it for a while, but still shook his head, saying, "This is a very important matter, and I have to ask Senior Brother Wei Xu before discussing it!"

"Your senior brother Wei Xu? That senior brother of yours is probably the one you wish for."

The resentment in the words of the old man Longying was even more intense: "Use this bait of yours to catch the old man, count him as cruel! You are here this time, under the order of Wei Xu? What is there to say?"

Zong Shou blinked, still hesitating. The main reason is that the old man Longying's sword skills are about to be drained by him.

As long as you decipher this picture of Zhaobi dragon, you can completely master all the secrets of Nine Nine Dragon Shadow Sword.

If in these ten thousand years, the cultivation of this dragon shadow is still stagnant. As far as the Holy Realm, there is no other swordsmanship achievement. Then this master, it would be better not to worship.

Who would like to find an ancestor for himself who needs to be filial every day for no reason?

But Long Ying continued, but remained silent for a long time. Just when Zong Shou was secretly surprised that this Martial Dao Saint was probably so angry that he gave up. That old voice came again: "Eh? You little guy, you are really amazing. You are actually the lord of a city and a country, and the demon king of Qiantian Mountain. After inheriting your father's business, in just a few months , has just annexed several provinces. It occupies nearly one-third of the East Lin Yunlu. However, it has a lot of grudges with the East Lin sects, especially the Shang Xiao Sect, and the one named Long Ruo—"

Zong Shou immediately rolled his eyes. It turned out that the old man went to investigate his own background.

"Heh! One hundred and sixty breaths to go to Mingjiantai, and the 'luck' character was actually drawn. Letting people like you go is a waste of money. The people of the Lingyun sect, I should say they are unlucky Okay, or is it really stupid?"

When the words came to this point, the old man Longying smiled again, but this time, it was the old god who was there: "Little guy, although Cangsheng Dao is powerful, but since the death of Xizi, it is still just struggling. Right now, you still need someone to rely on? If something happens to your Heavenly Mountain, it’s not convenient for Cang Shengdao to come forward—"

Zong Shou was suffocated, this old man Longying, these few words. It really hit his weakness.

Before Qian Tianshan's foundation was still weak and its influence was not established, it was really inconvenient for the common people to take action for him, and had a lot of scruples. With the help of Long Ying, both himself and Qian Tianshan can benefit.

But immediately, he gathered his mind again, and just now he had an inspiration suddenly - the inspiration to break the last notch on the stone wall.