Fan Xiaodao brought yellow paper, liquor, and two roast chickens to Song Jingang's tomb.

This was the first time he came to visit Song Jingang's grave after two years of leaving.

It's just that my heart is a little heavy.

In today's battle, although Yeyulou's offensive was defeated and Yeyulou's spirit was severely dampened, he was not happy at all.

The five Tian family brothers eventually died at the hands of Ye Yulou.

To Ye Yulou, they just lost a hundred masters.

For Fan Xiaodao, every person who died was his relative, friend, and uncle. Most of them had watched him grow up since childhood, but they died in a meaningless battle like this.

In the battle, the dead are dead, but the living will continue.

Fan Xiaodao said: "Father, I didn't want to take over Heifeng Village at the beginning. It was you who pushed me to become the leader of the village. But now, Yeyulou attacked the village and countless brothers died, but I don't care about it."

There is nothing you can do, I have failed you."

He poured a bowl of wine in front of the grave.

He added, "In the past, I just wanted to be a happy bandit, letting my temper run wild in the village and causing chaos in the village. At that time, I always thought that anyway, there were Uncle Yang and Uncle Lei who were there to support me.

Yes, it's okay no matter how much trouble I make, but

But now Uncle Lei is dead, Uncle Hu is missing, and Uncle Yang is seriously injured. In the village of more than 200 people, only about 30 people are left in the end, and there are hungry wolves at the foot of the mountain. If you have a spirit in heaven, can you

Can you tell me how to do it?"

He was talking to himself, not only to Song Jingang, but also to himself.

Ever since he became the leader of the village, he had never faced such great pressure. Thinking of the lives of more than thirty people on his body, Fan Xiaodao felt that he had a heavy responsibility.

He didn't expect to be able to counterattack Ye Yulou, as the strength gap between the two sides was too big.

I just hope that the crossbow formation can hold on for a few more days to buy time for Zhang Rufeng to find a way to build the large flying claw, and then escape with more than thirty brothers.

As for where to go after escaping, he had no idea.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled.

The weather was sunny before, but suddenly it started to rain.

The heavy rain fell in torrents without any warning.

The entire Qingmen Peak was shrouded in mist and rain.

Fan Xiaodao sat in front of the grave, motionless, letting the rain pour down on him, and soon he was soaked through. The past few days of fighting had made his heart haggard and his head in a state of chaos. A heavy rain made him more sober.

Already.

Fan Xiaodao pulled out the Jinghong Sword.

The long sword was swung, and the sword moves were released wantonly in the rain. The internal force stimulated the rainwater and the sword energy mixed together, forming a sword rain.

This was a feeling he had never felt before.

For a moment, the world became clear.

The dark clouds in the sky, the pines and cypresses in the distance, and even the rugged and strange rocks on Jade Girl Peak hidden in the mist all came into view one by one. This was a mysterious and mysterious feeling, and he knew clearly that, across the

The rain curtain could not be seen at all, but he knew for sure that it was over there.

The sword is getting faster and faster.

The true energy in the body also became majestic, and the rare true energy between heaven and earth slowly gathered towards the top of the mountain.

Fan Xiaodao clearly felt the fluctuation of the true energy of heaven and earth.

Richer than ever before!

In the past, every bit of his true energy was obtained by meditating, meditating, and contemplating. Now, dancing with the sword can actually mobilize the true energy scattered between heaven and earth. You must know that after the Dingzhou City flatland disappeared,

, the true energy of heaven and earth has become extremely thin, less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Martial arts declined, and the practice of people in the world became extremely difficult. There is no longer a prosperous world where sword immortals were as numerous as dogs.

But now he feels this thin true energy surrounding him, flowing into his body along his long sword.

The Dantian instantly became extremely full.

However, his cultivation was not enough to absorb these true essences, and he soon felt something was wrong.

This true energy was flowing around in his body, like the Yellow River bursting its banks, constantly impacting his meridians, as if looking for a place to vent.

Fan Xiaodao felt hot all over, and the rain fell on him, turning into a ball of water vapor in an instant.

Boom!

The true energy finally broke through the meridians and continued to flow out from more than thirty acupoints throughout the body.

Finally a cycle is completed.

This true energy surrounded him and constantly tempered his meridians.

He couldn't stop for a moment.

As long as he pauses for a moment, the Qi Qi Yuan will fill his body again. If it cannot be discharged in time, the whole person may go crazy and explode to death.

A pale yellow light glowed on Jinghong Sword.

This is Jian Gang!

Sword masters in the world dream of this sword!

A sword that is indestructible, has no edge, and can split gold and stone!

When the sword was swung out, the rainwater all around seemed to hit an invisible barrier, constantly splashing out, and not a single drop could get close.

Fan Xiaodao no longer had any distracting thoughts in his mind. He relaxed his mind and immersed himself in this kendo experience.

boom!

A sword was swung out.

The force of this sword actually cut the extremely hard stone surface into a cave the size of a bowl.

The rain stopped.

Fan Xiaodao sheathed his sword.

I just feel that my whole body feels refreshed, and the previous haze in my chest has been swept away.

Everything around him became extremely clear. The raindrops on the leaves, the ants repairing their nests underground, and the birds taking shelter from the rain in the distant woods were all reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness one by one. Every flower and grass became scattered and orderly.

At a clear level, he understood that thanks to the rain and the inexplicable influx of weather essence, his martial arts had been promoted to a whole new level.

Is this the Zhixuan realm?

Fan Xiaodao suddenly remembered that Song Jingang once said that two hundred years ago, there were three realms of martial arts in the world: hearing, knowing, and understanding.

Wenjing's opening of acupoints can be regarded as a step into the martial arts.

Zhixuan has access to heaven and earth, and can establish a circulation between the true essence of heaven and earth and his own acupoints, thereby obtaining the true essence of heaven and earth.

As for Tongxiang, you can peer into the secrets of heaven and earth and borrow the power of the sun, moon and stars.

Beyond the three realms, there are land gods.

However, in today's Jianghu, most Jianghu people cannot even touch the Wenjing.

Song Jingang, who once dominated the world, was only in the Zhixuan realm.

Tongxiang realm?

It is already rare.

There are rumors in the world that the last person in the Tongxiang Realm was the Master of Langya Pavilion two hundred years ago. On the second day after he entered the Tongxiang Realm, Dingzhou City disappeared out of thin air, and he also fell three levels in a row and became the world's leader.

The shortest Tongxiang realm warrior.

Fan Xiaodao took a deep breath.

I just felt refreshed and the previous haze in my chest was gone.

At this time, he should be more capable than Li Juefei.

This greatly increased his confidence.

The rain came just in time, allowing him to catch up with good fortune.

The sword is sheathed.

He came to the stone cave where the Jinghong Sword had been pierced before, but the depth of the stone cave could not be seen clearly.

Even he found it incredible. Could this sword be so powerful?

However, he soon rejected this idea.

Because, under the stone cave, there was the sound of water dripping.

It's actually hollow?

Is there a cave in the mountain? A thought flashed through Fan Xiaodao's mind. How come he had never known about the existence of this cave in Qingmen Peak for so many years? Look at Song Jingang's tomb, not far away. After a heavy rain, behind the tomb

A large area was sunk in. The accumulated water from the rain just now was gathering in the depression from all sides, forming a vortex and falling into the mountain.
To be continued...