Wang Dong used his fingers as a pen, like a knife and a sword, and the book was engraved on the boulder, and when he touched it with his fingertips, the hard stone surface was gently dissolved, and the stone powder fell in a stream.

He flies with his fingers, writes quickly, Dugu Nine Swords Final Style, Broken Sword Style, Broken Knife Style...... One after another, the true skills of swordsmanship were all engraved on the boulder by him.

Bang!

In Wang Dong's mind, if a thunderbolt cracked, two clear lights suddenly appeared.

Qingguang manifested, but it was two dazzling swords that radiated a clear divine light!

A long sword flew like a dragon, and the exquisite sword momentum naturally swayed out, and it was actually the Dugu Nine Swords.

This is Wang Dong's unique Dugu Nine Sword, his attainments in this swordsmanship, have long surpassed Linghu Chong, the wind is clear, and then he fought with Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng, Gong Jiu and other swordsmanship masters, and his attainments in swordsmanship have reached a higher level!

At this moment, Wang Dong stood in front of the sword mound, and felt something in his heart, Dugu Jiujian was once again catalyzed, and it was extremely sublimated, and it had reached an incredible realm.

Even if Dugu seeks to be resurrected, he must be amazed when he sees the Dugu Nine Swords cast by Wang Dong.

Final Decision!

Sword-breaking pose!

Knife breaking!

Broken Gun Style!

Whip Breaker!

Breaking the rope!

Palm-breaking!

Arrow-breaking!

Burst!

Nine types of circulation, harmony without hindrance, each sword piercing out like an antelope hanging horns, no trace to be found, every sword light flying is also exquisite, incomprehensible.

And the other sword light is also the differentiation of Wang Dongyuanshen, even in the face of the extremely sublimated Dugu Nine Swords, it is still not far behind.

This sword light showed a different but equally stunning martial art. Even with the ferocity of the Dugu Nine Sword Attack. Face this sword light. It is also difficult to cross the thunder pool one step.

Dugu Nine Styles were dissolved and destroyed by this sword light one by one!

Wang Dong's mind was indistinguishable from the two Yuan Shen Dao sword dramas, and his fingers were also full of energy, and the more he carved, the faster he became.

In addition to the true swordsmanship, there is also the image of the sword dancer, with a few brushes, the real shape of the drawing is engraved on the boulder, lifelike. Staring at it, he could even feel the incomparably sharp sword qi about to erupt.

Finally, all the tricks and even the graphics have been engraved, on one side is the swordsmanship of Dugu Nine Swords, which is more than 3,000 words, and on the other side is the trick of cracking Dugu Nine Swords, and there is a detailed explanation of the true pattern.

Wang Dong laughed, and carved under the pattern: "Wang Dong broke the Dugu Nine Swords here, and all the changes were not missed, but unfortunately I couldn't see the sword demon Dugu's defeat." It's a pity, it's a pity! ”

Engrave this row of small letters. Wang Dong's interest was undiminished, and his finger was drawn out like a sharp sword, and he engraved it next to him: "Yu Fourteen learned martial arts, and in one day, he felt his own sense of qi, and since then he has been refining his qi for two years, and he has been peeking at the door for the first time." ”

"At first, I used a whip, then I learned a knife, and then I used a sword, and after several years of refinement, I didn't hesitate to abandon it! In the end, there is nothing outside the body, and the realm of picking leaves and flying flowers! ”

"Yu Zi started from the end of the micro, traveled all over the world, fought the masters of the eight directions, won the battle between life and death, and achieved martial arts, all kinds of martial arts, and mastered all kinds of martial arts."

"After the age of twenty-five, knowing that life is too short to be detached, it is a vain in the end, but it is the wonder of nature, the mystery of creation, and the way of heaven and man!"

The inscription is: "In the seventeenth year of Song Jiading, Wang Dong inscribed!" ”

The last word fell, and Wang Dong turned around and strode towards the big tomb in the center of the platform!

This tomb is still made of countless stones, and it is the sword mound.

The king moved the sleeves of his robe and rolled up, lifting the stones, and he didn't bother to look at Dugu's sword for defeat, soft sword, heavy sword, wooden sword, and swordless calligraphy.

The black, unusually heavy sword flew out violently and was ingested into his palm.

The sleeves of the king's robe were flipped again, and the waves of qi that were born out of thin air pulled many stones, and they were restored into a large tomb again.

At this moment, Wang Dong stood on the cliff, let out a long roar, jumped into the void, and flew through the valley like a big bird.

A big eagle with a huge snake gall in its mouth strode into the valley with its head held high.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the wind breaking his clothes, and he craned his neck, and saw Wang Dong flying towards the outside of the valley, first startled, and the snake gall in his mouth couldn't help but fall, and then rattled as if he was annoyed and angry, and his huge wings flapped, rolling up countless sand and stone fragments, and the dust and smoke dispersed.

Xiangyang City.

Wang Dong carried the Xuantie heavy sword, walked leisurely on the long street, and looked at the shops, wine shops, and inns on the side of the road with great interest!

Xiangyang is an important town in the world, and it is a place of developed commerce and trade, its prosperity is not inferior to Lin'an, most of the capital, you can see vendors selling everywhere, walking travelers, even martial arts people with swords and swords are not uncommon.

Wang Dong once asked Mu Nianci to take his father-in-law and mother to settle in Xiangyang, and the idea at that time was that after the city of Xiangyang was broken for decades, it would be peaceful for at least a few decades, and when the city was broken, if Mu Nianci was still alive, he would already be sixty or seventy years old, and he would have lived a lifetime!

Now I think about it is quite naïve, Xiangyang is the place of four wars, even if the city is broken decades later, but the period in the middle is also a continuous war, and it is by no means a place of peaceful settlement.

I don't know if Mu Nianci listened to his opinion, and Wang Dong didn't have the idea of verifying.

After all, it's just a passerby!

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Dong found another "passerby".

It was a girl in white, with a delicate face, a pair of eyes that were as bright as the stars and the moon, but there was a hint of tiredness and sadness in her expression.

The girl in white was obviously a little delirious, and she passed by Wang Dong, but she didn't even notice it.

But she was followed by an eleven or twelve-year-old child!

The girl in white was Huang Rong, turning around, and after turning a few long streets, she sent the child to a fairly imposing mansion.

On the plaque above the mansion, there are two gilded characters of "Qin Mansion".

Huang Rong stepped forward, buckled the copper ring on the door, and knocked on the door.

This is obviously an official family, and it was the porter who came out first, and after the child said a few words, the porter went in to report.

The child looked back at Huang Rong and said seriously: "Sister Rong, thank you for saving me and sending me back!" I'm going in, or ...... You ...... too. ”

He obviously wanted to invite Huang Rong as a guest.

Huang Rong shook her head.

It turned out that the **** ran away sadly, dazed and didn't know where to go, but it was at that time that he met the child in front of him.

They were besieged by a group of bandits, and the child's parents died at the hands of the bandits in order to protect him.

Huang Rong didn't want to pay attention to it, but when she saw that the child's mother was also firmly holding him in her arms before she died, she was touched and remembered her mother Feng Yu!

Feng Yu died in childbirth, and Huang Rong can say that she has never seen her mother for a day, but her love for her mother has not been reduced in the slightest.

Touching the scene, Huang Rong couldn't care about being sad, and rescued the child, learning that his grandfather was an official in Xiangyang, thinking that he didn't know where to go anyway, let alone what to do, so he sent him all the way to Xiangyang.

The child showed reluctance: "Sister Rong...... Good bye! I'm going to miss you! ”

Huang Rong nodded slightly, turned around and left. (To be continued.) )

PS: This is really a foreshadowing......