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(The authentic version of this book is in Zongheng. Friends who like it hope to support Zongheng, thank you!)

Luo Changfeng's mood was a little ups and downs.

Just like what was said in front of the tombstone, it was not a false statement.

Although Bai Yu, the seventh sword in Tianque, broke the Bailou gate with the sword, no one in this world would think that he was a failure.

You should know that at that time, after he died, his sword was still being remembered by the White Tower God General Qin Yi. Not only the White Tower God General, but also the Sky Sword that had never appeared from afar seemed to be right.

That very ordinary knife is interested.

There may be many things in this world that can make the White House God General possessive, but there are not many things that can make the Tiandao interested, and it can even be said to be pitifully few.

It just so happened that the sword crazy, the crutch, was enough to make the sky sword come across the void.

What can this be explained? I think all practitioners in the world are clear and clear. For those who learn to practice swords, what can be more precious than being recognized and evaluated by the Heavenly Sword?

At least the fifth and fourth person on the Tianque List did not do it, and the third and second person did not do it. The first person on the Tianque List did not practice the sword, so naturally he could not do it.

But Bai Yu, the seventh sword of Tianque, did it.

He is the first young strong man on the Tianque List to reach the realm of Transformation of Tribulation. He can also be said to be the most dazzling genius in the past decades.

If he had not fallen into Yan Bailou's hands, his achievements would be limitless and he would eventually become one of the real masters in the world in the shortest time.

Such a sword genius, such a Taoist genius, the sword score he left behind is very likely to be the new realm of sword genius that he has learned since his retreat in the past three years. How temptation and value does this have? Even if it is a businessman

The Jiang family, the most popular family in the world, cannot be estimated.

However, now, such a knife score is in Luo Changfeng's hands.

Luo Changfeng has been holding it tightly for a long time.

"Senior Dao Chi's realm is unfathomable and has seen the disaster of this life. I have just entered the school and have never comprehended the first petal of the Lotus World of the Thirty-Six-Syllable Lotus Life Skill. I'm afraid that if I want to learn this score, I cannot cultivate it."

Luo Changfeng was not pretentious.

Now he is more eager for strength and cultivation than anyone else, and will do everything to improve his ability to save his life under any circumstances. He really wants to learn the sword tricks of the sword, but in fact, he can only rush to the lower realm of wisdom.

Cultivation, this kind of cultivation may be very dazzling among the freshmen who are just starting out in the academy, and may make him the best among the freshmen, but he can never compare with the sword fanatic who is the seventh in the Tianque.

The difference between them is not just a mysterious list.

Huangfu Yi saw Luo Changfeng's worry and said, "What you practice is the realm, what you practice is the realm, what you practice is the fate of the sword and the understanding. The realm of the sword cynical senior is naturally much higher than that of you, and it is also the first in the previous generation in the world.

People who are able to enter the realm of transformation and disaster. But these do not mean that the sword fate and understanding of senior Dao Chi are above you. After all, you are not in the same age group. Who can dare to threaten easily? When you reach the age of Dao Chi

, will the level of cultivation be worse than that of him?"

"You have to remember that Master dislikes students who retreat the most. Anything that makes you easily lose without experience and attempts is not enough to be a reason for you to retreat."

After Huangfu Yi said this, he turned around and left.

"Senior brother is lucky to be close friends with Dao Chi in the academy. I also hope that one day, the sword art of Dao Chi will be reappeared in this world."

Huangfu Yi did not go downstairs, nor did he leave the library. Instead, he walked to a corner by the window and sat down cross-legged.

Luo Changfeng could see that the senior brother should have often studied books by the window. So the dust in that place was much less and cleaner than other places on the fourth floor.

Luo Changfeng's heart is touched.

Don't go and think too much.

Instead, I found a corner in the bookstore that was darker than the window, which was a row of bookshelves and a narrow corner beside the wall, and sat down against the wall.

He is different from his senior brother. He doesn't like reading books in places that are too close to the sun. On Luoxia Mountain, the lights in that small courtyard and thatched hut have never been very good. He has long been used to darkness, which will make him feel quiet and peaceful.

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Luo Changfeng took a few deep breaths, gently stroked the cover of the knife score, and then opened the first page.

The first page of the knife book is a name.

Luo Changfeng did not be too stunning on this name, but turned the sword score to the second page.

The content on the second page is also very strange.

It is not the ancient books of swords and swords that he imagined, but it has many obscure and difficult to understand written records and explanations... The content on the second page is very simple, it is a painting.

Luo Changfeng saw that the painting was a knife.

A knife that is about to be pulled out.

When Luo Changfeng first saw this knife that was about to be unsheathed, he felt that there was a stream of air that was even colder than the icy wind in the Forgetful River. He blinked his eyes that were a little tingling, and then he stayed unconsciously.

Tears come.

Luo Changfeng knew that this was not an illusion.

The cold air hit the face and did not dissipate in the bookstore, but felt that it rushed directly into his sky rushing.

Then he poured into his body along Tianchong, wandering through the qi veins of various spiritual acupoints. Without moving forward an inch or a minute, his body suddenly felt a bone-eroding pain.

It's very long, very tormenting, very tormenting.

Even if Luo Changfeng was mentally prepared and was ready to accept everything recorded in this knife score, he still could not bear this sudden bone-eroding pain.

After a moment, he closed the knife plan directly!

Then take a deep breath again, let the cold air penetrate into the body, driving away or freezing the unbearable pain.

He closed his eyes.

I am not quietly conscious of the sudden sword intent, but just wanting to make my eyes more comfortable.

He leaned against the wall quietly and closed his eyes. He didn't know how long it took, the pain in his body was much reduced, and the stinging pain in his eyes was relieved a lot before he woke up again.

He frowned slightly at the knife guide holding in his palms. He was not discouraged, but a hint of joy and excitement appeared under the slightly frown brow.

It is undeniable that this is the most powerful and terrifying aura that Luo Changfeng has ever felt since he has lived to this day.

Moreover, this aura, without any turn or taboo, came directly to the face.

He was afraid of these sword intents.

Similarly, I am obsessed with these sword intentions.

After calming down again, Luo Changfeng turned on the pages of the surgery notation for the second time.

...

At the entrance of the stairs of the fourth-floor book building, there were some steady footsteps.

The footsteps were light, but steady, and seemed to have a little-known rhythm.

Huangfu Yi, who was immersed in the window, did not notice the sound of footsteps. Perhaps this kind of footsteps was still a bit frivolous to the top of the Di Xuan list.

Luo Changfeng, who was enduring the sword in the dark corner, heard the footsteps. Perhaps his original intention was still unable to immerse himself in that pain and was content. He knew that he had only looked at the handle that was about to come out.

The sword definitely couldn't reach this level, so he naturally closed the sword score again.

This time he didn't care about how many glances he looked at and how long he had endured it.

After closing the knife note, he raised his head and looked at the entrance of the stairs.

His eyes were covered with blood, as red as if he had been blinded by the intent of killing.