Fantasy: I Can See The Line Of Opportunity

"This is where?"

Xiao Qingcheng, who had recovered from the Qingming Festival, immediately looked around.

At this time, a plain-clothed swordsman appeared in front of him.

The young man was holding a sword in his hand, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, looking at Xiao Qingcheng as if he was looking at it strangely.

"Xu is my Taixu disciple?"

Xiao Qingcheng even knew that he had encountered an opportunity.

The plain-clothed swordsman in front of him may be the peerless powerhouse who cut out the shocking sword back then.

"The younger generation is the outer disciple of Taixu Holy Land, Xiao Qingcheng."

The Suyi swordsman laughed, but his eyes finally landed on Xiao Qingcheng's belly.

"If that's the case, then I'll give you a fortune."

"Boy, look good."

The voice fell.

Before Xiao Qingcheng could react, the figure of the Suyi swordsman suddenly appeared a hundred feet away.

"Let's see how I draw the sword!"

The swordsman in Suyi held the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, which was gathering momentum.

At the same time, the breath of the law of kendo began to permeate him, and the ethereal aura also began to condense at this moment.

At this time, the situation in front of the swordsman suddenly changed.

It is like a vast holy place, with immortal peaks and strange cloths, a trickle of spiritual springs, gorgeous palaces, and exquisite pavilions.

The scene in front of the swordsman is extremely beautiful, like a fairyland on earth.

But at this moment, Xiao Qingcheng's attention was all on the swordsman's sword.

It was an ordinary sword.

But Xiao Qingcheng felt that this sword was the most dazzling sword in the world, like a king of swords, even though it was simple, it was majestic.

"Draw the sword - cut the sky -"

As the swordsman shouted.

In an instant, Xiao Qingcheng felt that his world was flooded with sword light.

Although the swordsman in plain clothes started his sword gently.

But the sword light was incomparably dazzling, like the scorching sun in winter, the golden beam of light broke through the sky, shattered the void, and set foot on the vast holy land high above.

The terrifying sword force spewed out, the infinite Dao Yun circulated, and the dazzling divine light was vertical and horizontal.

In front of Xiao Qingcheng's eyes, the swordsman in Suyi is like a god at this moment, interpreting the strength and prosperity of everything in the world.

When that sword qi fell.

Clouds swayed and space shattered.

In the roar, the vast Holy Land was easily destroyed by this sword as if it were in control.

He stared blankly at the sword and muttered.

"Is this really something that human beings can achieve?"

At this moment, Xiao Qingcheng was shocked.

But at this time, the figure of the peerless swordsman began to fade gradually.

Xiao Qingcheng hurriedly shouted, "Senior, can you tell me your name?"

The swordsman smiled.

"I'm just an ordinary swordsman."

......

With the disappearance of the swordsman figure, this mysterious world also began to dissipate due to lack of energy.

Xiao Qingcheng returned to reality.

But at this time, he felt his body begin to heat up.

The mysterious jade bones hidden in his body began to melt away from unknown times, turning into a little bit of aura, infiltrating his body.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a huge energy wrapping his body from the inside out.

In an instant, a light cocoon formed.

......

And at the same time.

In a quaint attic in Taixu Holy Land.

The old man in black looked incredulously at the sword that was kept on the high platform.

The sword body swayed, the sword chirped, the rich kendo rhyme emerged, the terrifying kendo vision appeared, and the dazzling sword light illuminated the entire sword pavilion.

"The holy soldier changes! The holy soldier changes!"

"Quickly notify the Holy Master!"

The next moment, the space distorted and fluctuated, and a middle-aged man with a majestic face stepped out.

He was wearing a purple-gold robe, and between his gestures, there was a rhythm flowing, and there was Xiaguang Xianrui, all of which showed his nobility.

The old man in black bowed and saluted.

"Holy Lord."

The middle-aged man nodded, looked at the holy sword intently, and there was suspicion between his eyebrows.

for a long time.

He murmured, "Could it be that some kind of inheritance was born?"

Ten thousand years ago, Taixu Holy Land had an earth-shattering battle with Taiyi Holy Land. During that battle, the inheritance of Taixu Holy Land was severed several times.

If it weren't for the emergence of a strong man, I am afraid that the Holy Land of Taixu would have already disappeared into the clouds of history.

And this holy sword is a relic of that year.

If it can cause this holy sword to move, it may be the inheritance related to the past.

However, at this time.

Suddenly, there was a sword cry in the entire Holy Land.

Immediately, a terrifying aura erupted, and the laws of kendo began to appear in Zhou Tian, ​​and the aura swept the entire Holy Land.

At this time, the disciples holding long swords in their hands found that their weapons were buzzing.

The voice was a little low at first, and then it became high.

Dao Dao Jianming condensed together and turned into a sound.

At this time, the holy sword in the sword pavilion also began to buzz.

锵~锵~锵~

The sound of swords is like a tide.

Like a king coming out to greet him, Wan Jian congratulates him.

Inside the sword pavilion.

Both the Holy Master and the black-robed old man were shocked, but immediately, happy expressions appeared on their faces.

This is too much joy.

"Holy Master, do you need to hold a meeting to find out this son?"

The Lord shook his head.

"No need, no matter who gets such an opportunity, it is my great fortune."

"It doesn't have to be private, it just needs to be on the record."

The old man in black was still a little hesitant.

"Holy Master, but this is about the inheritance that I cut off from the Holy Land of Taixu?"

The Holy Master laughed.

"My inheritance of Taixu Holy Land has never been cut off."

"My Taixu Holy Land has talented people from generation to generation."

...

Inside No. 81 Courtyard.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Xiao Qingcheng sank into the cocoon of light, and the dazzling aura infiltrated his whole body.

As if being baptized by a series of laws, Xiao Qingcheng's body began to become crystal clear, and his body surface was as smooth as jade.

And the bones hidden under the flesh also began to change at this moment.

Mysterious laws were intertwined into runes, word by word fell into his bones, and the mellow spiritual power turned into vines, entwining his body.

This is a creation from the inside out.

More than ten days have passed.

As time passed, the energy contained in the light cocoon began to weaken, but the energy in Xiao Qingcheng began to increase.

The original cultivation base of the eighth level of attracting spirits has reached the peak of attracting spirits at that time.

Just one step away, you can step into the spiritual platform.

Inside the light cocoon.

Xiao Qingcheng fell into a special situation.

Epiphany.

Thanks to the mysterious jade bone in the body, and the shocking sword left in the jade slip.

Xiao Qingcheng stepped into the legendary epiphany by chance.

It is rumored that someone can have an epiphany, the hut will open, see life and death, step into the holy realm, and achieve the body of a saint.

There are also rumors that some people have sharpened a sword for ten years.

And although Xiao Qingcheng didn't have that shocking insight, at this moment he was recalling the peerless scene of the swordsman in plain clothes.

With one sword, the Holy Land was defeated.

Xiao Qingcheng's original understanding was not very high, but under the fusion of the mysterious sword bones, his kendo aptitude has been greatly improved, and even his understanding has reached an unimaginable level.

As the epiphany progressed, the sky-shattering sword kept appearing in Xiao Qingcheng's mind.

One sword, one sword, another sword.

After countless swords.

Xiao Qingcheng suddenly felt that he had also learned that sword.

The tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a dazzling sword light appeared in his eyes, and a glorious aura like the sun rose.

He whispered softly, as if fused with the peerless swordsman.

"Draw a sword—"

"Cut the sky!"

......

In the sword pavilion.

The Lord has left.

Only the old man in black remained silently guarding here.

"That's right, the real inheritance of my Taixu Holy Land has never been those imperial scriptures."

"It's the Taixu disciples who refuse to admit defeat and do not want to lose from generation to generation."

The eyes of the black-clothed old man slowly opened, and countless scenes appeared in the cloudy eyes, and finally stopped on a young disciple who was tirelessly practicing swordsmanship.

He is stupid and walks slowly.

But every time he swings the sword, it is one point stronger than the last.

He chuckled lightly.

"Found you, little guy."