Mortal Bones

Three Emperors Palace.

"Old Palace Master, it seems that we really made a mistake."

Yun Shiliu, who stood motionless and tilted his head to look at the shadow cast by the spiritual mirror, suddenly smiled helplessly.

"Using that sword technique as a guide, combined with the blood tempering technique of the Immortal Realm, the body of the dragon whale in the extreme realm, the power of the second level of the sword realm, the sword energy turns into thunder, and the returning true fire thunder flame... let These originally unrelated martial arts techniques and techniques finally merged into one sword."

"At least in terms of swordsmanship, this boy already has his true self."

The old palace master, who was also standing motionless next to him, nodded first, and then commented very solemnly.

When he heard the words "I already have my true self", a look of astonishment immediately flashed across Yun Shiliu's beautiful eyes.

The so-called true self atmosphere means that when monks practice the skills of their predecessors, they do not blindly copy their predecessors, but continue to make breakthroughs and improvements on the basis of their predecessors to achieve an atmosphere that has never been achieved by their predecessors.

"This kind of true self is extremely rare for other monks, but for sword cultivators, it is nothing. After all, these madmen have never paid attention to anyone except themselves."

The old palace master added another sentence at this time.

"That's true... too."

Yun Shiliu chuckled.

When she thought of Xu Taiping's identity as a swordsman, she suddenly felt relieved.

The existence of sword cultivators cannot be judged by common sense since ancient times. When their killing power is high, the refining god can kill in the realm of transformation.

Just like Xu Taiping today, as long as he can find the sword technique to restrain the sheath style, even a long-established sword slave can win.

But this does not mean that Xu Taiping's cultivation and combat power must be higher than that of Dao Nu.

"In fact, the same is true for today's battle."

At this time, the old palace master turned to look at the phantom in front of him, and his eyes fell on the sword slave in the phantom who was coughing up blood, and then continued to explain:

"In today's battle, both Dao Nu and Xu Taiping displayed killing power equivalent to that of Wangtian Realm."

"This may seem surprising, but if you really understand Dao Xiu, you will never be surprised."

"Since ancient times, the deeds of sword cultivators killing enemies across ranks can be seen everywhere in the classics of major sects."

Hearing this, Yun Shiliu nodded, and then said with a bit of sadness:

"It is said that warriors have the largest number of casualties on the demon battlefield, but in fact that is because there are so many warriors."

"Only those who have actually been on the battlefield know that in every war, the ones who die the most and the most miserably are sword cultivators. Because as long as there is a demon on the battlefield, they will kill it at all costs. Kill, even if your vitality, blood and true energy are exhausted, you will still have to sacrifice your soul and body to die with them."

"Yes." The old palace master nodded when he heard the words, "The killing power of sword cultivators, without exception, is all obtained by using one's own energy, blood, vitality and luck. If the way of heaven is lacking, it will be destroyed if there is no time. The murderous power of sword cultivators Excess is inherently contrary to the path to longevity.”

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The eighth floor of the eight-sided building.

"If there is a flaw in the way of heaven, it will be destroyed if there is no time."

After Xu Taiping broke the sword slave's sheathing posture with his sword, these words suddenly appeared in his mind for no reason.

At the same time, his soul began to clearly sense the changes in this physical body——

His flesh and bones are shrinking, his energy and vitality are passing away, and even the power of his soul is dissipating little by little.

And this dissipation does not seem temporary, but more like permanent.

Because Xu Taiping discovered that no matter how he used the qi refining method, his true energy and qi and blood could not be restored to their previous peak state.

To put it simply, it means that his skill has regressed.

"Three years of regression? Ten years? Could it be said that the price for me killing the dragon with the technique just now was a ten-year decline in my skill?"

The more Xu Taiping thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"That's it, that's it. It turns out that you, Senior Sword Slave, forced me to use this sword just to tell you this."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sword slave in front of him in surprise.

If the place where Xu Taiping drew his sword today was not at the Xuanhuang Tower, but outside the Xuanhuang Tower, then his lost vitality and regressed skill would most likely be even greater, and there would be no way to recover them.

"Thank you, Senior Sword Slave, for your advice!"

After thinking about this, Xu Taiping gave the sword slave a very solemn salute.

"Junior!"

Dao Nu wiped the blood from his mouth, raised his hand to signal Xu Taiping to stand up, then stared at Xu Taiping with a gloomy look and asked:

"Knowing this, do you still dare to use the sword in the future?"

"certainly!"

Xu Taiping answered without any hesitation.

"You bastard! You know that this sword will hurt the enemy by one thousand and you will lose eight hundred, so why do you still use the sword?"

The knife slave continued to ask sharply.

"Just because I know that this knife will hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage me eight hundred times, my knife will be heavier, faster, and sharper!"

Xu Taiping looked directly at the eyes of the sword slave without being humble or arrogant.

"Why?"

The sword slave asked again.

"Why?"

Xu Taiping's expression darkened, his eyes were like daggers as he looked at the sword slave, and at the same time he said sonorously:

"The sword I risked my life with, the sword I used to block the luck of cultivation, why can't it hurt you? Why can't I kill you?"

When he said this again, the thunder and sword energy around him, which had not yet dissipated, seemed to sense his state of mind at the moment, and suddenly made a "rumbling" sound of thunder.

When Xu Taiping said this at first, the people in front of the spirit mirror thought he was too arrogant, but when they heard the roar of the sword energy and saw the murderous long sword in Xu Taiping's hand, they immediately put away their previous comments and teased in their hearts: "Aren't all the crazy sword cultivators like this?"

"Hehehe..."

At this time, after staring at Xu Taiping for a long time, the sword slave first grinned strangely, then suddenly straightened up, raised the long sword in his hand with a proud face and said:

"Xu Taiping, are you willing to inherit my mantle?"

Hearing this, Xu Taiping was stunned.

The cultivators in front of the spirit mirror were also stunned.

The current situation was something that neither Xu Taiping nor the cultivators in front of the spirit mirror had expected.