"This is the name of the sword technique: the sword qi is like silk, it was created by the sixth generation of the sword emperor!" The sword spirit slowly said: "The so-called sword qi is like silk, that is, the sword qi is compressed and compressed, just like casting a sword, the iron is constantly compressed, and the smaller the compression, the greater the mass contained in the iron block." This sword qi is like silk, and this Netherworld Ghost Fire is the same, the more skillfully you manipulate it, the more powerful it will be!"

"Sword Qi is like silk?" Yang Ye's eyes flashed with excitement, and he said, "What grade?"

The sword spirit groaned and said, "Heaven Rank Middle Grade, but that power is definitely not weak to the current Heaven Rank High Grade!"

"Don't say it, teach me now!" Yang Ye was already a little impatient. Sword skills have always been his weakness, not that he is not good at cultivation, but that he has no good sword skills! Even if he robs, he can't rob them, unless he robs those big sects, and robbing those big sects is equivalent to death!

The sword spirit nodded slightly, and said, "You close your eyes and concentrate on it, I will teach you this sword technique!"

Yang Ye's eyes closed slightly, and soon, a piece of information poured into his mind

About half an hour later, Yang Ye slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold it, the dragon bone sword appeared in his hand, and with a slight wave, a sword qi shot out, slamming on the ground not far away, countless stones splashed.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ye frowned, then shook his head, according to the description of the sword qi like silk, he compressed the sword qi, but it didn't seem to be so ideal, because his sword qi didn't seem to have changed!

"If you can't reach it quickly, your sword heart is clear, and you have many advantages over ordinary people in the cultivation of sword techniques, but remember to be impetuous. No sword skill can be achieved overnight. The reason why I demonstrated this sword qi like silk and the control of the Nether Ghost Fire to you is not that you should practice penance right now and then practice both, after all, that is unrealistic. My purpose is to let you clearly know some of your shortcomings in cultivation, understand?" said the sword spirit slowly.

Hearing this, Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Teachable!" Indeed, he was a little too anxious. Sword skills really can't be achieved overnight, and now his main purpose should be to cultivate well and let himself step into the Spirit Realm as soon as possible! As for sword skills and Nether Ghost Fire, he can only hold it off for now!

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Yang Ye began to frantically absorb Xuan Qi.

Seeing this scene, the ancient sheath sword spirit nodded slightly, although the person in front of him was a little extreme, but he was able to change his mistakes and not be stubborn. Overall, the person is still good, as long as he doesn't touch his reverse scales, he still gets along very well.

The sword light flashed, and the sword spirit recovered into its main body and was suspended beside Yang Ye

Sword Sect, Taiqing Palace.

At this time, there were only two people standing in a Taiqing hall in Nuoda, a white-haired old man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and an elegant middle-aged man, who looked a little deserted in the field.

After a while, the elegant middle-aged man said, "Uncle Shi, do you really want to break into the sky?"

The white-haired old man took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, looked at the sky, and said, "Makusha, I know what you're worried about, but you should know that my limit has come, and if I don't break in, what awaits me is to sit down." Go ahead, I still have a chance to live!"

"It's just that if it fails, my Sword Sect will be doomed!" the elegant middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"When I reach the limit, the Sword Sect will also be doomed!" The white-haired old man said faintly: "If you go to break through, there is still a glimmer of life, and the Sword Sect also has a glimmer of life, but if you don't go, at most three years, the Sword Sect will still face a catastrophe." At that time, the Sword Sect really didn't have any life!"

The elegant middle-aged man sighed in a low voice and said: "The curtain is ashamed, the Sword Sect is in my hands, not only did it not reproduce the scenery of hundreds of years ago, but it was not as good as a year after year, and the curtain was ashamed of the ancestors of the Sword Sect!"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "I don't blame you, if I hadn't caused trouble for the Sword Sect back then and angered the Yuanmen, the Sword Sect would not have been suppressed by them openly and secretly for thousands of years." Of course, I don't regret what happened back then, what makes me regret is the kid named Yang Ye, what a pity!"

"Yang Ye?" the elegant middle-aged man said softly, "That is the one who killed the Sword Emperor and is now called the Sword Emperor?"

The white-haired old man nodded, a look of regret flashed in his eyes, and said: "That day, in order to ease the grievances between the Baihua Palace and the Yuanmen, I gave up on him, I have to say, this is the stupidest decision I have made in my life! I have to say, it was the wrong decision I made!"

"It's really a pity!" The elegant middle-aged man said: "If he is a disciple of the Sword Sect, as long as he does not die, even if the Sword Sect dies, he will definitely be able to rebuild the Sword Sect with the appeal of his Sword Emperor." However, there is still room for redemption, Qingshi is not one with her."

The drunken Taoist interrupted the elegant middle-aged man's words and said, "No need for the time being, if I cross the heavenly path, the problems faced by the Sword Sect will no longer be a problem, if I don't succeed, if I don't succeed, if I don't succeed, the survival of the Sword Sect depends on the will of heaven!"

There was silence for a long time, and the elegant middle-aged man said: "How sure is Uncle Shi?"

"Sancheng!"

The elegant middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank, and after a while, he said: "When the time comes, I will borrow the power of the disciples of the Sword Sect to help the master and uncle!"

After a long silence, the drunken Taoist nodded slightly: "Yes!"

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A day passed, in the fifth layer, Yang Ye was like a whirlpool, and the Xuan Qi in the fifth layer was surging towards him frantically. At this time, the aura emanating from Yang Ye's body was more than a little stronger than before, if anyone was here, they would find that the air around Yang Ye was strangely distorted at this time!

Control the aura!

This is the sign of a strong person in the Spirit Realm, that is to say, at this time, Yang Ye is not far from the Spirit Realm!

In fact, Yang Ye was very depressed at this time, because he could have entered the Spirit Realm earlier, but this small whirlpool inhaled eighty percent of the Xuan Qi into that gate, that is to say, there were less than two percent of the people who really became his Xuan Qi!

In addition to Yang Ye, some geniuses in the fourth layer also showed signs of being promoted to the Spirit Realm, such as Mo Ke Soul Ghost, as well as Luo Xue and Xiluo Gongzi and Ji Yan Shi on the side! These people are all geniuses among geniuses, and they have reached the peak of the King Realm, especially Mo Ke and Luo Xue, the two of them have already stepped into the Spirit Realm with half a foot, and the aura here is so abundant, it is easy for them to be promoted to the Spirit Realm!

On the fourth layer, everyone is desperately cultivating, because whichever side reaches the spirit realm first, the other side is doomed to be miserable. They don't want to be miserable, so everyone is desperate.

And the third and second layers, as well as the first layer, those mysteries

Why, because there are enemies all around, whoever cultivates is looking for death!

If the previous fight was because of grabbing position, then the current fight is because of hatred! Yes, now the first, second, and third layer mystics have killed the red eye, and everyone they see is like an enemy, let them cultivate quietly? They don't dare to borrow their ten guts!

It is worth mentioning that An Nanjing, after An Nanjing walked down the fifth floor, she came to the place of the Qianlong Monument in front of the Qianlong Platform, just when everyone thought that she was going to challenge the peerless geniuses of the Xuanzhi Continent, she didn't make any movement, just stood quietly like that, and her eyes fell on the name of the first generation of martial gods!

And just like that, she stood there for a day.

Of course, no one dares to bother her, just kidding, as long as she doesn't trouble others, others will be thankful. Who dares to trouble her in the field? Even when Luo Xue looked at An Nanjing, there was also a trace of solemnity in his eyes!

Time passed slowly, and another day passed.

"Boom!"

In the early morning of the third day, in the middle of the fourth layer, a terrifying momentum suddenly surged out of Luoxue's body, and the masked people around him were suddenly shocked by this momentum.

Everyone in the audience was shocked, has you been promoted?

And at this moment, a terrifying demonic qi suddenly erupted from the body of the demon ke, and the demonic qi was like a substance, instantly enveloping the demon ke!

Seeing this scene, the faces of countless demon mystics in the field swelled with ecstasy, while the faces of the human mystics on the side completely sank!

"Mortal here, die!"

Mo Ke's voice was like a muffled thunder, and it rang out in the ears of all the human mystics in the audience!

PS: On the sword platform, Yang Ye stood with a sword, and behind him, hundreds of sword cultivators also stood with swords.

The breeze was blowing, everyone's clothes were hunting, and everyone's expressions were solemn.

Suddenly, the long swords in the hands of Yang Ye and hundreds of sword cultivators slammed into the ground, and hundreds of sword roars rose to the sky, breaking through the sky: "Silent mourning for the compatriots killed in Tianjin!"