For Xue Shaohong, Senior Sword Soul really praised him for his excellent character, perseverance, and extremely intelligence. He was less than seventeen years old, and his sword intention had already reached the third level without being promoted to innate. This

It is no exaggeration to say that his talent is unparalleled throughout history. However, it is indeed a flaw that he cannot open up his Dantian. If it were for him, he would probably have become so miserable that he would go crazy and become obsessed with himself. However, Xue Shaohong could still do this. Really

rare.

After a while, Sword Soul said: "Little guy, are you afraid of death?"

Sword Soul's words were very serious, and he seemed to have thought carefully before speaking.

Xue Shaohong heard what he said and didn't react for a while. After a while, he said lonelyly: "In the past few years, I was very afraid of death. My adoptive father is the head of a sect. He loves me very much and gave his life to me."

He put all his efforts into me and had high expectations for me, but I let him down. His Dantian could not be opened. My father suffered countless right and wrong. The sect and outside the sect all poured a layer of blood on him.

Another layer of stain."

"I have not given up on cultivation. Every day and every night, I will not miss a quarter of an hour or waste a moment. I want to open up my Dantian and become the pride of my father. I will wash away the stains on his body and make everyone in the world envious and jealous of him. However,

My road is broken."

"Now, if I die, the stain on my father's body will be slowly washed away."

No answer, but answered.

Sword Soul said: "Boy, do you dare to bet once?"

Xue Shaohong didn't know what the senior Sword Soul was going to do. He didn't have any gambling money now, and he had nothing more than a dead life. He had no fear of life or death. How could he be afraid of a gambling fight? He said: "Why don't you dare, senior?"

Tell me?"

Sword Soul said: "Your Dantian is indeed powerless. Dantian is born, and it can be restored if it is injured, and it can be restored if it is broken. In this case, why can't it be derived from one?"

Dang~!

The words of the sword soul, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, shook his mind and shook his sea of ​​​​spirits. The realm of darkness that originally imprisoned him tore a hole, and a gleam of light came through.

Xue Shaohong stood up, endured the severe pain, bowed and said to the sword blade inserted into the mountain wall: "Senior, please give me some advice!"

"There is nothing I can't teach you. This is a gambling game. If you lose, you will become a cripple or even die. If you win, you may not achieve much. The chance of winning is slim. You have to think clearly." Jian

Soul said.

Xue Shaohong said decisively: "Think clearly, even if there is only one percent chance, I will give it a try."

Doing nothing, hiding in corners, living an ordinary life, this

It's not what Xue Shaohong wants. Since he has this opportunity, how can he not give it a try? If he loses, it won't be a big deal, the outcome will be the same; if he wins, his cultivation path will continue and his life will be brilliant.

Sword Soul said: "Okay, I will teach you a method first, and master the key points as soon as possible. This was created by a persistent old guy. His thoughts are too crazy. He is called a madman by the world. He feels that his Dantian is too small.

I wanted to get a bigger one, so I cut my own Dantian into pieces and created this method."

Speaking of this, there was no follow-up, causing Xue Shaohong to ask: "What was the result?"

Sword Soul: "What else can there be? Of course I'm playing myself to death. The Dantian has not been born yet, so I only have an outline."

Xue Shaohong: "..."

After obtaining the secret, Xue Shaohong studied it very carefully, word by word, sinking into the thousands of words and deeds.

Xue Shaohong had the foundation of knowledge from the ancient books of the Taixuan Sword Sect, and was extremely intelligent. In about twenty-three or four sticks of incense (about one day), Xue Shaohong was able to master the key points, which only needed to be practiced.

"Senior, I also understand that we can start now!" Xue Shaohong said impatiently.

His Dantian was once instigated by a group of supreme elders from the Taixuan Sword Sect, but he did not have that strength. He could not break his Dantian, so he could only rely on the Sword Soul Seniors.

The sword spirit said angrily: "Little guy, do you really want to die? If you do, take the sword and wipe it on your neck in the corner over there. Don't die here with me, being so seriously injured and unable to recover your strength?"

"

Xue Shaohong was so excited that he forgot about the thing on his hand. He blushed a little and bowed and said: "Thank you, senior!"

In the next ten days, Xue Shaohong, apart from comprehending the meaning of the sword, spent the rest of the time concentrating on recovering his body, eating well and sleeping well. It can be said that he has had the most relaxing days in the past few years.

Ten days have passed. The wound on Xue Shaohong's arm and chest has become scarred, new flesh has grown, his blood has been reborn, and his vitality has been restored. Xue Shaohong came to the Broken Sword Mountain wall, "Senior, I am fully prepared.

It’s time to start.”

"All right!"

The sword soul reluctantly agreed. Xue Shaohong actually couldn't bear it any longer. He had endured it for several days, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

Xue Shaohong held the hilt of the sword with his hand and let the sword spirit enter his body.

The sword soul did not enter Xue Shaohong's body, but said: "Boy, pull it out!"

Xue Shaohong nodded: "Okay!"

The force exploded, but the sword blade did not move even a point. This made Xue Shaohong very surprised. Although he was not fully

Although it is not strong enough, it has a strength of five or six thousand kilograms, which is a bit stronger than the twelve meridians of the ordinary Naqi realm.

"I don't believe it anymore. I can't pull you out yet!" Xue Shaohong became more energetic and exploded with all his strength. Tens of thousands of powerful forces surged out. Hearing a loud sound, he decisively pulled out the sword blade.

It is indeed a broken sword, and it is also a heavy sword. It is fifteen or six times larger than an ordinary sword. Not to mention other things, it is more than fourteen times larger than the top-level spiritual weapon in Xue Shaohong's hand. This is not

Including the broken tip, its weight is unmatched by ordinary swords, weighing more than 8,000 kilograms.

Xue Shaohong stood on horseback, dragging the blade of the sword, and said: "Senior, this sword is so heavy." The sword soul hummed and said: "This is the holy sword of my divine weapon Xuanchen. It can crush rivers. How can it be a waste of money?"

When the name is not broken, it is nine thousand catties. If you still have the sword essence, hum!"

Xue Shaohong grasped the key point and asked: "Senior is the master of Broken Sword?"

Sword Soul fell silent and did not answer Xue Shaohong's question, as if he didn't want to say anything.

Xue Shaohong understood, and hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Senior, let's get started!" The sword soul silently entered Xue Shaohong's body, exuding unparalleled sword intent, and he was ready to take action.

Xue Shaohong sat with his feet up, placing the broken sword horizontally beside his right side, focusing his mind, waiting for the Dantian to be broken, and channeling the Qi veins to create the Dantian.

"Cut~!"

The sword soul shouted, and sword energy suddenly spread out from Xue Shaohong's body. A trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth. His body seemed to be shaken, and wisps of blood were soaked out.

But this sword strike failed to succeed.

The sword spirit asked: "Boy, your Dantian is not broken, but you can still bear it!"

Xue Shaohong said: "Senior, you can do something about it. The kid is fine!"

This blow was considered a test, testing the limit of what Xue Shaohong could bear. Although it made his blood boil, it was not Xue Shaohong's limit yet.

Then, the force was increased, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he struck three times in succession. Xue Shaohong was so shocked that he vomited out several mouthfuls of blood. It was very dazzling under the moonstone, and his body was even cracked with cracks.

With a small wound, Xue Shaohong completely turned into a bloody man.

Sword Soul said: "Little guy, I have to disappoint you. I can't fulfill your wish."

Xue Shaohong calmed down, almost pleading: "Senior, there is no need to hold back, just do your best."

Sword Soul: "Little guy, if this continues, you will be shocked to death."

Xue Shaohong said in a low voice: "Then Cheng Ren!"
Chapter completed!