The wind is howling, Gan Ping is walking towards the peak step by step, not using the true yuan, not using the magic weapon, only relying on the strength of the flesh, climbing this lonely mountain, in the cold like a blade of the Gangfeng layer, even Gan Ping's cultivation is a little difficult to support. This 160,000-zhang high mountain, the Jianxin Hall is only less than halfway up the mountain, it is already higher than the peak of other sects, and now from the Jianxin Hall, the direction that Gan Ping climbed is the sword mound at the top of the peak.

The sword mound, the place where the sword immortals of the past dynasties are buried, is also a peerless place for sword cultivation, the monks of the Lingxiao Sword Sect do not cultivate the Yuan Shen, only rely on the sword in their palms, ten swings and ten decisions, not like other immortal cultivators, as long as the Yuan Shen is not destroyed, you can borrow it to re-cultivate. This cultivation method of cutting off one's own back road and breaking the cauldron comes from the self-confidence and determination of the sword immortal. Either use your strength to prove the Tao, break through the barrier between heaven and man, and ascend to immortality, or your soul will scatter and dissipate between heaven and earth, and there is no third way to go!

Therefore, most of these sword cultivators have no long body, and their minds are all on cultivation, and their lifelong cultivation is on a sword. Mo Yifeng, it is this ancient sword cultivation path that he has no distractions, although he is the first seat of the Tiangong Hall of Weiyu Peak, his own magic weapon Xuanbing is just a bladeless sword that is dedicated to cultivation. Sword Seventeen's words still echoed in his ears, "The wind of the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, most of today's sword cultivation has changed its taste, it's ridiculous that these people don't know that life is fleeting for a hundred years, even if the hundreds of years of immortal cultivators are just a flick of their fingers in front of heaven and earth, only by throwing away everything and focusing on a sword, can they have the opportunity to break through the heat of the sky and get a glimpse of the supreme sword." These people have all taken the wrong path..." Gan Ping didn't make any statement about these words, after all, everyone has their own choice, in fact, this Lingxiao Sword Sect is in the same lineage, not cultivating life, only cultivating swordsmanship, in the eyes of others, why not take the wrong path?

And now Gan Ping is going to the sword mound, the Lingxiao Sword Sect of Lonely Mountain, the holy place in the minds of the whole sect, and the place where the predecessors of the sect sit. Unlike other sects, such a sect powerhouse, the Lingxiao Sword Sect is not defended at all, allowing its disciples to come and go. There is only one point, and that is that you can't fly with your sword, and you can only rely on the strength of your body to climb slowly. This is also no way, this lonely mountain is 160,000 zhang tall, if you want to go to the peak, you must pass through this terrifying Gangfeng layer, in this Gangfeng layer, even the Yuanshen monks have to be frightened, like walking on thin ice, if it is not attached to this mountain, Gan Ping simply feels that he is going to be swept away without a trace.

When I arrived here, the cliffs were already steep and abnormal, the strange rocks were craggy, and the mountains that had been blown and honed by the wind for many years were even smoother as a mirror, and there was no place for attachment. Coming from the depths of difficulty, Gan Ping plunged into the mountain with a fierce claw, slowly climbing upward, he couldn't imagine that such a mountain wall hardness, even his own body was a little unbearable, and those disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect who were lower than his own cultivation were how to persevere step by step?

This Lingxiao Sword Sect, there are 3,600 kinds of big sword tricks, 57,000 kinds of small sword tricks, plus all kinds of self-created magic tricks and swordsmanship of the masters of the past dynasties, it is even more vast, even the elder sword seventeen is difficult to find out the differences one by one. Therefore, Gan Ping naturally didn't know which one to choose, which was also a common problem for all the disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but these people had another choice, that is, the sword mound on the peak.

Aside from the Sword Heart Hall, the only place where swordsmanship exists on Lonely Mountain is the sword mound where this predecessor master sits. Because they don't cultivate their lives, there are often many sword cultivators who sit down because of the exhaustion of longevity, so the monks of the Lingxiao Sword Sect in this lonely mountain, most of the general longevity is more than four hundred years old, which is twice as short as that of other sects. However, even so, this Lingxiao Sword Sect is also the sect with the largest number of people who have ascended to the immortal realm in the record, and its determination is firm, which is the true portrayal of these sword cultivators.

With a glance in his eyes, Gan Ping quickly stretched out his hand and scooped a piece of dark red metal that flew rapidly past him into his palm, and a slight pain came, which made Gan Ping smile bitterly. Nine Heavens Wind Copper, a special metal that can only be produced in this Gangfeng layer, is an excellent refining material for refining flying swords, but this kind of refining material with a first-class sharpness in the world is also the biggest threat to those who vainly try to pass through the Nine Heavens Gangfeng Cultivators.

With the speed of that Gangfeng, it drove the Nine Heavens Wind Copper that was inherently surrounded by sharp qi, and in this Gangfeng layer, this small metal was as terrifying as a top-grade sword pill, even if it was a Yuan Shen Monk, in the face of countless Nine Heavens Wind Copper, he could only retreat. Just a few miles below Fang Cai, Gan Ping didn't check for a while, and was hit by a piece of Nine Heavens Wind Copper the size of a human head on the back of the heart. If it weren't for Gan Ping's body being tempered again, it had reached the high level of Rongyuan, and Gan Ping's vigilance covered his body with the scales created by the bloodline, and he would have died on the spot.

But even so, Gan Ping was almost shot down from the top of the mountain and fell into the terrible air current. However, that piece of Nine Heavens Wind Copper naturally became Gan Ping's trophy, such a large piece of Nine Heavens Wind Copper, I am afraid that it will not take ten thousand years to condense it? As a disciple of Mo Yifeng, how could he miss it? On the heterozygous mountain, there will also be Nine Heavens Wind Copper that is pushed by the wind from time to time and inlaid in it, Gan Ping will naturally not be polite, and dig it out one by one.

This is also the source of the flying sword materials of the disciples of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect, just by looking at the quality of a disciple's flying sword, you can know how many times he has been in and out of this Gangfeng layer. For these, the top of the Lingxiao Sword Sect did not stop it, compared to other sects, the management of the Lingxiao Sword Sect was much looser, only to teach a cultivation sword technique, and distribute healing pills every month, and let these disciples go, it was completely a free-range attitude, and it was up to them how much they could achieve, but it was this almost unreasonable cultivation method that made the talents in the sect come out in large numbers, which had to be said to be a strange thing.

However, Gan Ping, who was struggling in this Gangfeng layer, knew the reason, no one would choose those sword tricks that were piled up in the Kenshin Hall, the manpower was sometimes exhausted, but this sword trick was as vast as a sea of smoke, if you wanted to climb to the top of the mountain, the only way to step on the bones of the ancestors and move forward step by step. And although the predecessors of the sword mound failed to succeed, but after all, they have also reached a realm that is admirable, compared to those who have a slim future, the practice of sitting on the sword in this sword mound is undoubtedly a shortcut.

And this road is also difficult to walk, as long as you can pass through this wind layer and go directly to the disciples in the sword mound, all of them are determined, and they can choose one of the characters out of ten million, with the sword trick that conforms to their own path, and they will naturally enter the realm at a rapid pace. However, there are many losers among these people, and the white bone powder that is several feet thick at the corner of the mountain is exactly what happened to these losers, in this Nine Heavenly Gangfeng Layer, it is impossible to even get a whole corpse.

Survival of the fittest, this natural law is infinitely amplified in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the capable live, the weak die, this is the law of survival here. Among the heavy shares, there are many peerless geniuses with better qualifications than Gan Ping, but in the end, they still turned into bone powder all over the sky, as a sword cultivator, they themselves choose a path against the sky, if their minds are not strong, how can they reach the peak of decision?

In an instant, Gan Ping figured out this section, and a chill rose in his heart, this Lingxiao Sword Sect is really ruthless, no matter what kind of person it is, there is only one dead word if he can't pass through this Gangfeng layer, and those elders have ignored this. Although the strength of this Lingxiao Sword Sect is extremely strong, Gan Ping does not like this cold place without the slightest human touch, in his heart, it is always full of the kind face that was pulled by the fire, and it has never dispersed.