I have a role in the heavens

Chen Ping'an was so shocked that he didn't bother to reply. He quickly closed his eyes and ran the sword energy with all his strength for eighteen stops. The sword energy in his body was so fierce that it rushed forward, tearing his flesh and blood, but still refused to stop. This was Every sword cultivator has to go through the road. Only by enduring the pain of thousands of swords can one condense the sharpest edge.

Chen Ping'an was sweating like rain, and the clothes on his body were soaked. Blood oozed from the surface of his skin, flowing down and dyeing the ground under his feet red. I don't know how long it took, but the sword energy finally passed through the last orifice. In the Xuanqi Mansion, after completing the process of eighteen stops, the sword energy finally stopped running rampant and became very obedient.

Chen Pingan slowly opened his eyes, his gentle and gentle eyes were a bit sharper. He exhaled a mouthful of blood-colored turbid air, looking like he was still frightened.

"I finally completed the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi. This is too difficult!"

When Zhou Jue heard this, he smiled, a look of narrow-mindedness flashed in his eyes, and he did not forget to undermine the straw-shoe boy's self-confidence.

"Haha, is it difficult to stop the sword energy at eighteen times?"

"Junior sister learned it after listening to the Eighteen Stops formula back then, and it only took her "haha" for so long!"

Chen Pingan had a dull expression on his face. After a long time, he let out a sigh, picked up the sword-raising gourd at his waist, took a silent sip of wine, and sighed.

"When I got the Shanshan Quan manual, Miss Ning was like this when she learned boxing. Now, she is still like this when practicing swordsmanship. Will I never be able to catch up with Miss Ning?"

When Zhou Jue heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flash of brilliance, he continued.

"Now you understand why all the sword immortals in the Great Wall of Sword Qi are making things difficult for you. Junior sister has been deceived by a silly boy like you. Who doesn't feel distressed? The gap between you two can be said to be as big as the sky. On the ground!"

Chen Ping'an was greatly shocked, with a look of defeat on his face. Only then did he realize that the gap between himself and Ning Yao was so huge that it made people feel desperate.

"But you are not completely without merits, otherwise I would not agree to the matter between you and my junior sister. Now that you have completed eighteen stops, you can think about the slow movement of Qi. This is A Liang's version of Ten The most interesting place in Bazhan.”

Although Zhou Jue was a little dissatisfied that his little cabbage was taken over by Chen Ping'an, he finally agreed to it. It was not good to keep hitting him and giving him a few words of advice.

"There are countless sword techniques in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, each with its own merits. The Chen family's sword techniques can strengthen the bones, the Dong family's sword techniques can cleanse the marrow, the Qi family is good at refining the gods, the Ning family sharpens the edge of the natal sword, the Yao family focuses on the virtuality and strength of the sword energy, and the Nalan family focuses on the strength of the sword energy. The Qi and Qi of the Family Sword Technique complement each other, and A-Liang’s Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi is also different from the ordinary Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi. It is best at cultivating the Qi of the sword, so it is very suitable for you!”

Chen Ping'an has a weak foundation, but his understanding is not bad, and he has a persevering heart, sincere and pure. The most suitable sword technique for him is the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi taught to him by A Liang.

A Liang's swordsmanship can be said to be the second in the world, second only to Zhou Jue. His swordsmanship is vast and magnificent, far superior to other swordsmen. Even the exquisite swordsmanship is very different from it. This shows that this improved swordsmanship is very powerful. The eight stops are exquisite.

Chen Pingan has a tenacious character and quickly regained his confidence, saying with a serious face.

"You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to walk the road step by step. No matter how others are, it is all for their own good. You are getting better and better. Just know it. It is okay even if it is slower. I said before that I have to practice a million At that time, I didn’t even dare to imagine that I could finish it in this life, but it was completed so quickly. Who knows what will happen in the future!”

When Zhou Jue heard what Chen Pingan said, he showed a somewhat satisfied smile, nodded slightly, and said.

"If you can understand this truth, you are already ahead of most people in the world! Sometimes people are not afraid of gaps. As long as you don't give up on yourself and can keep improving, you can always achieve something!"

"However, if you want to stand side by side with Ning Yao in the future, I'm afraid hard work alone is not enough. You still need some opportunities. I also practiced the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi at the beginning and deduced it into another version. Today, I also I’ll pass it on to you, and I hope it can help you become a Great Sword Immortal as soon as possible!”

Zhou Jue raised his right hand and tapped his index finger against the void. A stream of light shot out and flew into the center of Chen Pingan's eyebrows. Some words and images appeared in Chen Pingan's mind. Because of the differences, the running route is extremely complex, subtle and mysterious, and difficult to understand. For a time, Chen Pingan could only understand one or two ten thousandths of it with his understanding.

Chen Ping'an was hit again. Ning Yao's talent was already unparalleled in the world, but he still couldn't compare to the sword cultivator in blue shirt sitting cross-legged on the city wall. He was truly unparalleled in ancient and modern times.

"I'm a bit stupid. If you teach me the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi, I'm afraid I won't be able to understand it in ten years?!"

"ten years?"

When Zhou Jue heard this, he smiled slightly. It's not that he looked down on Chen Pingan. It was a lucky thing that the straw-shoe boy could learn it within fifty years. This sword Qi Eighteen Stops can be regarded as the top sword technique, even if Chen Pingan has extraordinary understanding. , and it also takes time and effort to learn it bit by bit.

"If you can fully learn this technique at the age of a hundred, you will be able to dominate the four worlds. Even if you encounter one or two immortals who cannot be beaten, at least you can escape!"

After Zhou Jue finished speaking, he ignored Chen Pingan and looked up at the outer world of Qingming Tianxia. Aliang was fighting hard and his fighting spirit was high. It was hard to tell who would win with Dao Laoer for a while. His sword spirit was becoming more and more vast and magnificent. He seemed to have re-entered the Fourteenth Realm and became the only pure sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm in the world.

"Aliang has returned to the Fourteenth Realm, congratulations!"

"Besides, how can a fight be without wine to cheer you up?!"

Zhou Jue clapped his hands in admiration and reached out to grab the little girl in black who was swinging with the female sword fairy Zhou Cheng. Zhou Mili scratched his head, his big eyes full of confusion. He stared at the Qingshan Sword Fairy blankly and asked in confusion.

"Hey, why am I back? Wasn't I swinging with Sister Zhou just now?"

Zhou Jue did not answer Zhou Mili's question and spoke to Zhou Mili straight to the point.

"Give me a jar of the good wine you put in the bell."

The black-clad girl's light eyebrows kept moving, and she frowned, saying somewhat unhappily.

"Zhou Jue, you have finished your wine today, and you can't drink anymore!"

Zhou Jue had a headache. He and the black-clad girl had an agreement that he could only drink one jar of wine a day, and today's amount was gone.

"I won't drink it, I'll give it away!"

When Zhou Mili heard this, he looked at Zhou Jue doubtfully. Seeing that he looked serious and didn't seem to be lying, he took out a jar of hundred-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green from the snow-white bell on his wrist.

Under the gaze of the black-clad girl, Zhou Jue waved his hand casually, the void twisted, and the wine jar instantly disappeared from its original place and appeared in Tianwaitian.

"Aliang, beat up Dao Laoer, this jar of wine will cheer you up, you can't lose this fight!"

Aliang swung his iron fist and blasted Dao Laoer away. He opened his fist and grabbed the jar of wine, opened the seal directly, raised his head and drank it. The clear and strong wine flowed into his mouth. His sword intent surged again, and his blood surged. In just a few breaths, he drank the whole jar of wine. He casually threw the jar at Yu Dou and laughed.

"It's great!"

"Zhou boy, don't worry, I, Aliang, can't lose!"

After that, the middle-aged swordsman flashed and rushed towards Yu Dou again. His fists were fierce and the air waves rolled, and he fought with him again.

Yu Dou's expression was stern, his eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the direction of the Sword Qi Great Wall. His fighting spirit surged in his heart, and the Qi in his body shook the wine jar into powder. Facing Aliang's attack, he was not in a hurry, and responded calmly. His Tao heart was clear, ethereal and unworldly, and he did not lose the upper hand.

Chen Pingan did not forget the purpose of climbing the Sword Qi Great Wall. With the help of the sword energy here to temper his martial arts, he started from the most basic six-step walking pile. His movements were clumsy, as if he was learning boxing from scratch. Every time he felt that his body could not support it, he began to operate the sword energy eighteen stops to restore his physical strength until the six-step walking pile gradually became proficient.

Chen Pingan felt that punching a hundred punches at the Sword Qi Great Wall was more tiring than punching thousands of punches at Haoran Tianxia. The sword spirit of the Sword Qi Great Wall, which had been precipitated for ten thousand years, could constantly temper the martial arts of the martial artist, making his martial arts foundation extremely solid and stable. With his current martial arts background, if he is willing to give up the pressure realm and choose to break through directly, he can break through three realms in a row and reach the seventh realm of martial arts.

Of course, not only Chen Pingan can do this, there is another person who can do it, that is Cao Ci, the martial arts leader of the younger generation, a true martial arts genius. Chen Pingan saw this young man in white when he was practicing boxing. He built a small hut on the top of the city and lived next to Chen Qingdu.

Cao Ci is indeed a martial arts genius. When practicing boxing, his footsteps are light and his punches are like rainbows. Even if it is just a layman with a shallow vision who sees him practicing boxing, he will sincerely sigh that Cao Ci's boxing frame is flawless! At the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall, two fourteen-level great sword immortals sat cross-legged, and there were several people standing beside them, watching the two very different young men practicing boxing here. This scene is particularly harmonious.

Chen Pingan went from right to left, and Cao Ci went from left to right. The two people's eyes met, and neither side had the intention of stopping. They continued to move forward and finally passed each other in the distance.

Although Chen Pingan's boxing intention was condensed, it was not strong enough, and most of it had been suppressed by the sword energy. On the other hand, Cao Ci's strong fists were surging out, visible to the naked eye, as if they were suppressing the sword energy around him.

Chen Ping'an walked slowly, but his speed was far slower than Cao Ci's. When he finally approached the hut where the old sword fairy lived, Cao Ci had already finished a round of boxing and caught up with Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an saw Ning Yao and Zhou Mili standing next to Zhou Jue, and Cao Ci also saw his master, the female martial god, the great master of Da Duan, Pei Bei, standing next to the old sword fairy Chen Qingdu. The two stopped practicing boxing.

Ning Yao took Chen Ping'an to the north of the city, looking at the city in the north, and told him about his childhood and some friends.

Cao Ci, under the guidance of the female martial god Pei Bei, learned a new boxing stance and made rapid progress. Under the watchful eyes of his master, he made up for some of his flaws in boxing.

Zhou Mili was probably tired of standing, so she took out a small stool from the bell and sat next to Zhou Jue, looking at the others curiously. She took out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and cracked them with relish, not forgetting to pass a handful to Zhou Jue.

Zhou Jue looked at Zhou Mili, who was very skilled at cracking melon seeds, and was a little surprised. He didn't know when the girl in black had such a hobby, but he didn't refuse. He took the melon seeds and cracked them too. For a moment, he was a little dazed and recalled the past.

At night, Ning Yao and others did not leave. Cao Ci and Chen Ping'an practiced boxing all night. Ning Yao and Pei Bei stood on the top of the city with their eyes closed and meditated. Only the little girl in black lay on Zhou Jue's body. He slept very soundly, and sometimes he would chirp, with glistening saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth, wetting Zhou Jue's sleeves, as if he had dreamed of something delicious.

The next morning, the red sun rose, and its light shone on several people. It was extremely gorgeous, making people feel refreshed and energetic.

"How about we let the two of them compete?"

The old man showed some interest on his face, looked at the female Martial God Pei Bei and Ning Yao with a smile, and suggested.

When Zhou Jue heard this, his eyes moved slightly, fell on Ning Yao and Pei Bei, and said.

"What's the value of the competition between two martial artists of the Fourth Realm? I wonder if Grandmaster Pei would be interested in giving some advice to this incompetent junior sister like me?!"

The female Martial God Pei Bei is a master of the 11th level of half-step martial arts. She has outstanding combat power and is the pinnacle existence among martial arts. She is only slightly inferior to the great monks of the 14th level. She is comparable to the peak monks of the Ascension level. Her strength is naturally far superior. Ning Yao.

Pei Bei was taller than an ordinary man, with heroic appearance, long eyebrows slightly moving, eyes like fists, and a commanding aura. He looked at the smiling swordsman in blue, his heart moved slightly, and he responded.

"It's okay, I just asked Mr. Zhou to throw a punch to let Pei have a glimpse of the scenery at the top of martial arts!"

Pei Bei was extremely smart and realized that Zhou Jue's purpose was to let him be Ning Yao's sparring partner to help her lay a solid foundation and shorten the time to enter the upper five realms, so he also made a request, which was regarded as a deal.

Zhou Jue took a deep look at the tall woman, nodded slightly, and agreed to Pei Bei's deal.

"No problem, I only throw one punch. Whether you can see the scenery of the eleventh realm of martial arts depends on your luck!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jue raised his right hand and clenched his fist with five fingers. A powerful force that could shake the mountains in the world wrapped around it. His fist was slowly blasted out. A huge change suddenly occurred in the void. A small world was opened up, and the intention of the fist turned into A sacred mountain stands in a small world with a radius of a hundred miles, standing up to the sky and the earth, like a pillar supporting the sky.

Pei Bei's eyes shone with astonishing light, and a fist appeared deep in his eyes. It was so huge that it covered the sky and the sun. It was like a Great Wall of Sword Qi falling from a high place. The blow made her mentally shaken, her courage trembled, and she could not control herself. , his face instantly turned pale, he couldn't help but take a step back, and quickly closed his eyes.

A wisp of blood seeped out from the corner of her eye. Pei Bei's face was pale, but she showed a brilliance she had never seen before. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at Zhou Jue, bowed and clasped her fists in salute, and thanked him.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your guidance, which allowed me to glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the Martial God Realm!"

Zhou Jue nodded slightly, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly.

"You don't have to thank me. Whether you can succeed or not depends on yourself!"

Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci had shocked expressions on their faces, punching open the world. Such terrifying martial arts attainments have exceeded their knowledge and imagination. Is this the scenery at the top of martial arts?

"Okay, no more talking nonsense, you can go in!"

Zhou Jue's words woke up Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci. They looked at each other, an astonishing light erupted in their eyes, and their bodies moved at the same time, breaking into this small world.

Chen Ping'an's boxing intention was pure and could shake mountains. He tried his best and tried his best to attack, but he was still defeated by Cao Ci's superb martial arts. He lost all three battles. But he was not without gains. He realized more clearly that his martial arts foundation was still lacking and needed to be further polished.

In one day, Chen Pingan lost three times. The first time was when Chen Pingan and Cao Ci were sparring with boxing skills, but every time he punched, he was slower than Cao Ci. The second time, Chen Pingan used flying swords to help out, and even used several kinds of talismans. But compared to Cao Ci's movement skills, he was still slower.

The third time, Chen Ping'an began to change. It was not like he was fighting with Cao Ci, but with himself. His boxing skills were changing, as if he was in chaos, but Cao Ci's punches were no longer just one step faster. Chen Ping'an lost. What's even worse is that he actually found the right direction, but his martial arts foundation is not as good as Cao Ci's.

After the two of them finished, Ning Yao and Pei Bei also entered this small world. Ning Yao was born as a swordsman, with a clear sword heart. He has the cultivation level of Nascent Soul Realm, and his killing power is terrifying, which is enough to rival the monks of Jade Pu Realm. She cast a spell in her hand. The swordsmanship he produced was so spiritual that it was simply an art. Even Pei Bei, whose combat power was comparable to the peak of the Ascension Realm, could not help but be amazed by it.

Pei Bei stood with his hands behind his back, with only his right hand outstretched. His fist was like a towering mountain, powerful and heavy. Let Ning Yao's swordsmanship reach the sky, I broke it with one punch, and kept flying the sword. When the fists collided, sparks flew everywhere. , making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, which fully shows that this female Martial God's body is as strong as an immortal soldier.

In the end, the female Martial God Pei Bei suppressed Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator Ning Yao with one hand. This small world with a radius of a hundred miles was reduced to ruins and was in a mess. Only the mountain transformed by the fist stood between the sky and the earth. of damage.

At the highest point of the city, Ning Yao was in a sorry state, with an aggressive edge shining in her big eyes, and her aura became more condensed. It seemed that she had benefited a lot from this battle.

Pei Bei looked at Ning Yao with an admiring look. He is indeed the leader of the younger generation in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. His foundation, determination, understanding, wisdom, and luck are all the best choices. His achievements in the future are limitless. At her age, she didn't have such a level of cultivation.

Chen Pingan hurriedly walked to Ning Yao's side, with worry in his eyes, and asked with concern.

"Are you okay?"

"This little injury is nothing!"

Ning Yao shook his head, savoring the feelings of this battle, and answered softly.

"I mean here?"

Chen Pingan frowned slightly, and poked his index finger at his heart. Ning Yao was a child of destiny, and he was worried that this failure would make her feel uncomfortable.

"It's even better!"

Ning Yao smiled, looked at Zhou Jue who was eating melon seeds, and sighed.

"I've been used to being hit since I was a child. I'm not as fragile as you think. This failure is nothing!"

Ning Yao was very competitive when he was a child, and he wanted to surpass his senior brother Zhou Jue. His sword heart had been polished to be extremely tough, so he didn't care about this failure.

Chen Pingan suddenly realized it, and a look of sympathy appeared in his eyes, which made Ning Yao angry. He put his green jade fingers on Chen Pingan's waist and twisted it hard. The boy's facial features were distorted in pain, but he didn't dare to shout out.