These three swordsmanships, accompanied by various voices, were all passed into Ning Ke's heart.

But perhaps because of the time, he just said it in such a complete way, and he heard it in a fog.

Fortunately, his understanding is not weak, and he already knows three points.

Not all are like this though.

At least the last sentence, he heard clearly.

That might be the real reason why this Yun Liuzi finally failed to transcend the calamity!

Who knows how many people there are in this world, and they all fall into the word 'love' in the end.

Ning Ke sighed like this, secretly regretting this cheap master.

However, there is no way to avoid it. From these three swordsmanship, he vaguely knows the mood.

If there is no emotion, it will be nothing, no matter how stunning it is, it is just a stranger.

If once emotional.... that is really unpredictable.

Saying that there are no regrets in nine deaths, and suffering in three lives, it is just like drinking water as usual.

Just after that voice fell, in Ning Ke's mind, Yun Liuzi's phantom flashed faintly.

The figure came slowly from the darkness in the depths of his soul, and the figure needed to be illusory and gradually become clear.

He carried the knife and dragged the ground, his steps were slow and slow, but every step seemed to be stepping on his heart, and the words kept coming towards him.

"The Three Swords Art has only three styles, and the reason why it is strong is the artistic conception.

The Dao of the Sword is the soldier of the common people and the commander of a hundred soldiers.

Sword practice to the transcendent realm, can understand the situation.

When the situation is completed, the innate realm is already unimpeded.

The power of the knife exists in the body, above the power, and it is the soul of the knife.

The soul condenses, must enter the golden body.

You inherit the three swordsmanship, you should be able to see the essence of the three swords.

But since I have passed down this method, I can prove that this way is wrong.

You can learn from it, but don't try to learn it! "

After reaching the depths of Ning Ke's soul, he looked up at Ning Ke, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

His eyes were as quiet as lake water, with no unnecessary movements, but he seemed to see Ning Ke through.

"This is holding the sword, that is, holding, it is the thought in the heart, the thought is well-connected, and it is unstoppable.

Wherever you think, wherever the blade reaches. "

When these words fell, the temperament of his whole person suddenly changed, and the man and the knife seemed to be in harmony.

Its one-handed horizontal knife slashed down with one knife.

There is no change in the handle of this knife, it seems to be unremarkable, but the soul of Ning Ke can't open his eyes vaguely.

In Ning Ke's mind, a trace of his divine soul seemed to be transformed into himself, and he died directly.

The knife in Yun Liuzi's hand shattered into pieces after being cut off.

Between his hands, another long knife appeared in his hand.

He also pointed out that the sword was placed between his eyebrows, his beard and hair were open, and his eyes were full of majesty:

"This is a tyrant sword, that is, a tyrant, the only one between heaven and earth, heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

When the knife fell, it directly transformed into a figure of Ning Ke, like a method of death, and greeted the blow.

In Ning Ke's perception, it was difficult for him to have any sense of resistance, and his soul wanted to surrender.

From the middle of him, it was cut in half by a knife.

Another strand of his soul was directly disintegrated like this.

When his spirituality returned to himself, there seemed to be a rift in his entire soul, and the mood in it had been directly affecting him.

But the figure of Yun Liuzi has not changed in any way.

His palm stretched out, and another long knife appeared in his hand.

"This is the ultimate sword, the vitality of heaven and earth, the creation of all things, and the fortune-telling of its own. If this sword can be cut seriously, it means that you have already understood the essence of the soul of the sword.

But this knife can't be slashed for you to understand. I'm afraid that this knife is one place that ordinary golden body warriors can't compete with.

Kill yourself for the teacher, and you realize it! "

As these words fell, his Zhou Zhong Long Dao suddenly faded to nothing, but the figure of Yun Liuzi turned into a long sword little by little.

On his body, all kinds of qi flow vaguely, disappearing and changing.

Only a crisp sound of a knife chirping was heard, and the long knife suddenly disintegrated directly.

Above the knife, a breath of death and silence poured into his mind.

At this moment, all the perceptions of the soul itself are disintegrated and shattered, and a clean one is scattered.

At the same time, this dead and dead aura was stained on the soul body.

The Heart Sutra of Rebirth is running with a bang, and although the dead silence is being consumed little by little, that kind of speed is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

Although Ning Ke said that 99% of his mental energy was put on it, he was still able to perceive the state of his soul.

It is useless if you dare not use any method by yourself.

In his heart, vaguely, there was a sense of despair.

At this moment, in this dead silence, there was a faint ray of vitality, a knife mark, and in a flash, it gradually condensed between his eyebrows, and a familiar voice also remembered in his heart.

"You call me a teacher, and you will be your direct descendant.

These Dharma traditions cannot be preserved without my protection.

It is difficult for me to mediate the creation of the soul~lightnovelpub.net~ Mingxiao's life and death of the soul is already beyond my ability.

Today, Shizun bestowed the life-saving method to protect your life, and it is not worth the call of you to call me 'Teacher'. "

These words fell, and a layer of mist was vaguely covered on Ning Ke's soul.

The misty gauze gradually melted over his soul, and a halo seemed to condense between them.

All of a sudden, the Heart Sutra of Rebirth was sung loudly, and even the light wheel behind his head was enlarged by a small half circle.

Ning Ke felt the various changes, and only felt that he had a faint understanding.

All of a sudden, all kinds of these three swordsmanships appeared in his mind one after another.

But there were things he didn't know.

On the Nether Island, Ning Ke's body has changed from the original bowing posture to that of the original Yun Liuzi.

Wherever he sits, there is a faint movement of the sword around his body, and the charm is very good.

In this room, the night pearl that made Ning Ke quite moved, emitted some kind of weird halo, shrouding the whole house.

The few words that Yunliuzi described were also meant to be released by some kind of knife, and some kind of force was being released outwards. Each stroke had a considerable power when taken apart individually.

This kind of power finally came together and condensed into the night pearl.

The two forces merged with each other, and under the traction, the phantom of a pattern appeared from all directions of the room.

But although this is just a phantom, there is some kind of inexplicable power in it, and it begins to slowly operate.

It wrapped Ning Ke's body, and in a flash of light, a blade of light shot up into the sky, broke through the nether sky in an instant, and fell to the Yangshi.

And this small island in the underworld collapsed with a bang as he left.

Together with Yun Liuzi's corpse, it was transformed into the underworld.