Ning Chen stood in the sea of ​​fog, recalling the previous sword carefully. Only after personally experiencing it can he realize how terrible the sword just now is.

It cannot be avoided, blocked, and there is no chance to react.

At that moment, it seemed as if the heaven and earth had condensed, motionless.

Mu Bai didn't say anything more. This sword was for Mu Chengxue, and this was the only thing he could do as an elder.

As for how much the young man in front of him can understand, it is not what he needs to consider.

Ning Chen was indeed stumped. He frowned all day long and never suffocated.

After experiencing this sword, Ning Chen could no longer stab a sword in his hand. He found that he could not use the sword anymore.

When the night fell, the ink sword returned to the sheath and inserted it at the end of the world. Ning Chen traveled far away to find traces of Ruoshui.

He doesn't know how to use a sword, and carrying this sword is just a burden.

In the next three days, Ning Chen had never moved the Mo Jian at the end of the world, and stood in the sea of ​​fog all day long to recall the sword, frowned and motionless, as if he was trapped in a devil's madness.

What was he wrong?

Under the chaotic sea of ​​fog, a larger vortex was constantly rotating, and new things were condensing, but this time I didn't know what it was.

Since that night, Mubai has never said a word again, and sat there and waited quietly.

On the fourth day, Ning Chen tried to pull out the ~Mo Jian, but after trying it several times, he didn't know how to get out of this sword.

It is impossible for heaven and earth to be fixed. He has this feeling, which is undoubtedly an illusion.

At that moment, he also felt that his body was uncontrolled, as if his spirit and physical body were separated.

It was fast, but not exactly. That sword was obviously one point slower than when Mu Chengxue drew his sword, but he didn't feel this way when he faced Mu Chengxue.

Just like Mu Bai's sword cutting through the sea of ​​mist, it was obviously weak at first, but later it became stronger and stronger, and eventually turned into an invincible sword of the sky-cutting sword.

Time passed little by little, and when the sunset was about to set, Ning Chen, who had been silent, slowly raised the ink sword in his hand. Suddenly, the sea of ​​fog swelled and turned violently.

Before the sword was released, the sword intent first. After an instant, a sword flew out and the three-foot-foot sea of ​​fog separated instantly.

"oh?"

With a sigh of appreciation, Mu Bai's eyes flashed with a glimmer of recognition. Although his understanding was normal, his concentration was pretty good. After so long, he finally stabbed the first sword.

The true meaning of the sword is fast, accurate, concentrated, and simply pursuing moves will only go further and further.

People in the world pay too much attention to moves and ignore the most essential essence. The more complicated the sword moves, the more energy they waste.

The true meaning of the sword initially existed between this simple sting.

If you can't even do the first sword well, learning sword for a hundred years means not learning it.

Three feet, the length of a sword is also the beginning of learning swords. He has been learning swords for forty years before he can open a thousand feet of chaos. It is good that this son’s first sword can open three feet.

He remembered that Jian Er had the first sword to open a desert river in the past, and he also opened three feet. Jian Er had not achieved it yet. Only Jian Yi had the highest understanding and the first sword was thirteen feet.

Mu Chengxue did not practice swordsmanship, but his talent and understanding were hard to find in ancient and modern times, and a sword cut off a hundred-foot deserted river.

In the chaotic sea of ​​fog, Ning Chen naturally didn't know this. He looked at the ink sword in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He seemed to have figured out a little, but he didn't understand more.

He can open three feet of chaos, but he is only three feet.

In front of the sword, he could not do even a single point.

That night, after Ning Chen got on the land, he held the sword and bowed respectfully to Mu Bai.

"Senior Mu Bai, I'm leaving. Thank you again for your advice."

Last night, he had discovered the traces of Ruoshui. After tonight, he would not come back no matter whether he could find the red spider flower or not.

Mu Bai did not respond. What he should have said had been said overnight and there was nothing more to say.

Ning Chen left in a ghost sedan chair, and the ink sword was sheathed behind his waist. He had not found the place in the east and a place for a moment. Last night, he saw traces of weak water flowing outside a canyon, but it was not long, so he did not go in to search.

The ghost sedan walked southwest and rushed past. When the bright moon hung high, it reached the canyon.

The desolate canyon, nothing, a desolate and vast area.

After entering the canyon for a hundred miles, the surroundings became more desolate, without vitality, without sound, and only the eternal silence.

Such a scene was so familiar to him, almost exactly the same as the underworld, cold, silent, and lifeless.

There are still signs of weak water flowing under the mountain walls of the canyon, but the weak water has dried up and is not yet there at all.

Ning Chen had a puzzled eyebrow. If it were the source of weak water, how could it dry up?

Weak water is different from ordinary water and will not evaporate. As long as no one removes it, it will never disappear.

After walking a hundred miles more, the traces left by the weak water began to spread up the mountain walls and spread to places that were invisible to the eyes.

Ning Chen had no choice but to follow the traces of the weak water to see if he could find the traces of the other side of the flower.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, but it does not have much impact on the ghost sedan chair. Half an hour later, suddenly, a bright red flower appeared on the rocks in the distance, proudly under the night.

Ning Chen looked happy and rushed forward. Almost at the same time, a familiar figure appeared and rushed forward.

While the two grabbed the other side of the river, they looked at each other and then slapped out without hesitation.

"Son of God"

"Zhiminghou"

The two people who were shocked at the same time were first surprised, and then their endless fighting spirit broke out.

"It's really an unexpected fate," Jun Shaoqing sighed softly.

No matter what, he never expected that the young man who was hit by him in the past would cause such a big disturbance later.

"The style of the Son of God is unforgettable for life," Ning Chen said calmly.

It can be said that the Son of God allowed him to see the power of a martial arts power for the first time. After that, he also thanked him for sitting in a wheelchair for several months.

"You are here to look for the flower of the other side of the border?" Jun Shaoqing asked.

"Yeah" Ning Chen nodded.

Above the stone rock, the other side of the shore is blooming brilliantly, and the two are only ten steps apart, but no one moves rashly.

"If you hand over the scroll of birth, I can give it to you the other side of the flower," Jun Shaoqing said slowly.

"Do you think it's possible?" Ning Chen asked back.

The two talked, calm without any anger, just like reminiscing about old friends meeting each other.

However, the conversation will always end. When we meet again, the two are still enemies but not friends.

"If you don't have any speculation, please see the truth."

Jun Shaoqing's expression became cold, and the pressure around him immediately dropped. The powerful aura surging and spreading continuously, with an amazing power.

Ning Chen's expression also became solemn. A long time ago, the Son of God was called the first person under the innate world. Now, seeing you again seems to be stronger.

He has seen many peak powerhouses in the world, such as Mingzi, Xia Ziyi, and Mu Qianshang before entering the innate realm.

Among these people, the Son of God is undoubtedly outstanding.

If that woman hadn't existed, the Son of God might have been the strongest man in the realm of heaven he had ever seen.

The ink sword behind Ning Chen trembled slightly, and the breath around him slowly moved, and corresponding pain accompanied him.

Since you can't fight for a long time, then you can fight quickly.

The sword pointing breath condensed but did not emit. Ning Chen's first moves, his sword pointing through the air, and a silver light passed through, reaching the heart of the son of God.

Jun Shaoqing turned sideways, and the silver streamer changes direction at the same time, slashing across, alarming a brilliant snow light.

Ning Chen used his fast against the strong, and tried not to give Jun Shaoqing a chance to fight back. On the sword point, the silver light condensed into frost, sprinkling out one sharp kill after another.

Jun Shaoqing moved his footsteps, avoiding sword lights, and at the same time gathered true energy, surging out.

With his fingers and palms facing each other, Ning Chen swallowed three points of his injury, and the sword energy penetrated his fingers and instantly broke the palm of the son of the god.

Jun Shaoqing frowned, his body was circulating, and his palm shook the former.

"You shouldn't be so weak"

Jun Shaoqing slowly said that the foundation of the scroll of life was unparalleled in the world, but he could not feel that absolute power among Ning Chen's moves.

In the world, almost all moves are activated by true energy, but Ning Chen gives him the feeling that the moves are exquisite, but the momentum is insufficient.

"See you again, you disappointed me"

After the words came, Jun Shaoqing raised his hand and caused changes in the world. Thunder covered all sides. In the strong wind and mist, the stunning moves reappeared. The celestial phenomena changed. The thunder rolled in the hands of the son of God, shaking the world, and the power was terrifying to tear the world apart.

"Dark Thunder"

The dark thunder reappears, the universe shatters, the universe hangs upside down, and above the canyon, rocks collapse and continue to collapse.

The opportunity came, and the ink sword flew out loud behind Ning Chen. In an instant, Ning Chen rushed out and grabbed the ink sword, three-foot penalty area, and opened the sky with one sword.

"Well"

The sword entered his heart, Jun Shaoqing grabbed the Mo Jian, endured the severe pain, and responded with a tough move with his right hand. The thunder surging, and a loud bang to shake the person in front of him.
To be continued...