Chapter 74 Thousand-mile sword marks, blue gourd
There is no sunset at this dusk, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.
The boy under the dark clouds happened to be standing at the starting point of Qianli Jianshi.
Looking around, the little dragon couldn't help but take a breath.
The sword marks he imagined were as thick as the noodles, and it was difficult to identify without looking carefully.
And the scene in front of you is not a sword mark, it is clearly a grand canyon!
Or, the deep groove!
It was like someone waving a giant sword that slashed from the sky, cutting Qingyun Mountain in half!
The sword scar connects the body straight and can't see the end at a glance.
The little dragon could not imagine what kind of person he could use such a shocking sword.
The gulf is filled with mysterious and sharp sword intent, but it does not cause any harm to Yun Lang, because swordsmen below the third grade do not understand what sword intent is, and naturally there is no possibility of comprehending the sword intent.
The overseas boy with a low level has saved his life instead.
As we all know, many third-grade or above masters who came to comprehend the sword intent were all burned by the remaining sword intent of that man.
There are also some 4th-grade spirits who came to comprehend the sword intent in advance in order to break through the bottleneck, but could not bear it and died suddenly on the spot.
In addition to being shocked, Yun Lang fell into deep thought.
When he was listening to the book a few days ago, he had a guess that another himself might have some connection with that man.
If you find the Qianli Sword Mark yourself, you may be able to resonate with a strong resonance and restore a large number of important memories.
And when he really arrived at his destination, he was shocked, and there were no signs of memory revival.
Looking at the narrow and dry sword marks, Yun Lang was confused: "Strange, why is there no water accumulation in such a deep ditch? Logically speaking, if there is a heavy rain, here can become a river ditch, and maybe it can become a river thousands of miles away."
With doubt, he advanced along the edge of the chasm.
After walking for a while, his confusion just now was resolved.
Rumble!
Accompanied by lightning and thunder, heavy rain suddenly poured down.
The dark clouds in the sky finally came a real vote.
There are often thunderstorms around Qingyun City in summer, which is not new, but the little dragon saw a magical scene.
It is normal for the raindrops that fall on Qingyun Mountain, but the sword marks are not normal.
I saw countless raindrops as big as soybeans, but they didn't dare to approach Qianli Jianshi, so I chose to take a detour.
The older generation has experienced such a wonder: in the same city, it rains heavily in the east, but the sun shines brightly in the west.
Yun Lang in front of him also experienced this miracle. He was walking along the edge of the gulf and was not wet by the rain.
He reached out and touched his hair, and found that there was no drop of water on his head.
The boy almost thought he had hallucinations, so he moved three steps to the left to try if the rain was real.
In just three steps, he instantly turned into a chicken.
The raindrops falling from the sky are extremely real, just like the heavy rain he experienced on Heilong Island.
Yun Lang moved to the right again for a walk, and suddenly he seemed to be standing under the eaves, with the effect of sheltering from the rain.
He stretched out his left hand, and his fingertips could still encounter heavy rain that poured on.
At this moment, the young man remembered a sentence from the story of the storyteller Zou Chuo Niu: The sword marks of thousands of miles are invincible, and the water and fire are invincible.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that such a miracle exists in the world.
Looking back at the content of the book "Swordsman's Miscellaneous Talk" written by Shaohua Sword, Yun Lang found the answer.
Top swordsmen can emit powerful sword intent and exist in the world and will not dissipate for hundreds of years.
The thousand-mile sword marks in front of you still contain the sword intent left by "that man". Eighteen years later, it still makes the pouring rain feel scared.
What kind of shocking sword is it?
How amazing is the man who draws the sword?
In the wonder of water that cannot be poured into it, Yun Lang only regrets that he was not born eighteen years ago and did not see the sword of the god-slaying sword with his own eyes.
He sent out the sword heart summoning again, and clearly felt that the wild sword spirit derived from the man was at the end of the Thousand Miles Sword Scar.
So he followed the straight sword marks and advanced straight forward.
The effect of the five qi going up to the Yuan was once again reflected. He used the internal circulation to operate the second level of the Beiming Divine Art, constantly recovering his skills while running, and was close to endless life.
The boy stimulated the water float to the extreme, with a speed comparable to a thousand-mile horse. It took him a day and a night to reach the end of the thousand-mile sword mark.
Before Yun Lang could find the invisible King's Sword Spirit, he suddenly heard a song: "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine..."
The singing sound was as singing as if a boy was humming a few years old.
Yun Lang looked around, but he didn't see the little boy singing, and he didn't even see a ghost.
Click!
Suddenly, the sound of fruits and melons falling to the ground attracted Yunlang's attention.
At the end of the Thousand Mile Sword Strike, there is an inconspicuous crooked neck tree.
The trees were covered with vines, like gourd vines.
Only a small sky-blue gourd formed on the dense vines.
I don’t know why, the moment the little dragon heard the song, the gourd fell to the ground.
Yun Lang picked up the small gourd and looked at it, and he felt it was dull.
Just when he couldn't see the reason, twenty-one wild sword spirits in his body suddenly became restless.
The twenty-one sword spirits that were no less than the king level were extremely excited, just like drunkards seeing good wine, or gambling men seeing gambling games.
call out!
Suddenly, the True Dragon Sword Spirit guarding the heart's orifice flew out uncontrollably.
Yun Lang, who had already established a mental connection with the True Dragon Sword Spirit, saw a pocket dragon as thick as a toothpick and drilled into the mouth of the gourd.
Swish swish swish swish!
The debris surging from the mouth of the gourd, and the flesh inside flew out.
Yun Lang looked curious and felt that the True Dragon Sword Spirit was about to hollow out the inside of the small gourd to form a container similar to a wine gourd.
During the excavation process, he could sense that the little dragon sword spirit was very happy.
That kind of joy is very real, as if every time you dig, you will find a piece of gold.
The True Dragon Sword Spirit dug ninety or eighty times repeatedly, and finally felt satisfied, flew back to the boy's mind, went out to play like a naughty child all day, and slept a little tiredly.
As the "leader" of twenty-one sword spirits, when the real dragon sword spirit stopped, the other sword spirits began to insert in the back row.
These sword spirits actually ranked according to seniority, and seemed very regular, like the Shan Dawang in a bandit nest, and were divided into the Great Master, the Second Master, the Third Master, etc.
After the master of the True Dragon Sword Spirit was satisfied, the second master took action.
call out!
The second one that flew out was the old thunder sword spirit.
The Lei Jianling also drilled into the small gourd, stirred it seventy-two times, and finally felt satisfied.
Next is the Third Head, the Wind-attributed Sword Spirit came out.
The Feng Jianling also dug sixty-three times and returned to the scabbard.
The four leaders and five leaders who were dispatched later...there were fewer and fewer stirring times.
The sword spirit that finally came out was only digging nine times.
Chapter completed!