Sword Moved the Ninth Heaven

Zhou Heng couldn't help feeling creepy.

He walked to the edge of the pond and looked down, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. Reluctantly, he stretched out his right hand to touch the water, and a chill came over him, making his blood seem to freeze.

When the pool water was touched by him like this, ripples immediately appeared, and the shadows walking on the mountain wall also swayed.

This is enough to prove that it is indeed a shadow rising from the bottom of the water.

Zhou Heng quickly withdrew his hands, frowning even tighter.

The water was so cold that he almost froze him just by touching it. If his whole body was immersed in it, wouldn't he be frozen to death instantly? Oddly enough, such icy water did not freeze!

But how unbelievable is it that someone can walk on the ground underwater? Moreover, even if he wasn't frozen to death, wouldn't he be suffocated after such a long time?

There was an adventurous spirit in his body, and his curiosity made him really want to jump into the pool and swim to the bottom to see what happened. But reason told him that this was pure suicide!

Zhou Heng is not afraid of danger, but he never intends to live impatiently.

The figure was moving all the time, with elegant feet, as if there was a very special rhythm, which made Zhou Heng involuntarily look at it carefully, and even kept thinking about it. When he came to his senses, he was already following that figure. The figure moves.

Boom!

He stumbled and fell solidly somersaulting.

This gait made the figure look like a fairy, but Zhou Heng followed the gourd, but it was nondescript, like a drunk, he couldn't even walk, and he tripped himself.

Zhou Heng jumped up, looking at the figure still swaying on the mountain wall, he couldn't help thinking, if he uses Ling Tian Nine Styles, can he stab the figure on the mountain wall?

This footwork seems to carry a spiritual energy, looking forward and suddenly behind, it is completely unpredictable!

Be sure to learn it!

Zhou Heng let go of the doubts in his heart, and just focused his eyes on the figure, staring closely at the footwork of the figure's feet, moving back and forth, left and right, just right and wonderful!

He constantly deduced the changes in it, comprehending the mystery bit by bit.

Every time he glanced at it, he would gain more insights. Zhou Heng couldn't help being ecstatic, with a smirk constantly showing on his face, with extremely rich expressions.

Unknowingly, the first rays of sunlight in the morning cast into the valley, and the figures on the mountain wall disappeared immediately.

Zhou Heng couldn't help feeling lost, like a child who was robbed of a beloved toy, full of reluctance. But in the next moment, he felt a sore waist and leg pain all over his body, and he sat down on the ground involuntarily, as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.

The mysterious footwork practiced all night made him so tired?

Looking at the blue sky, Zhou Heng felt a strong drowsiness. He quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he felt very hungry, so he got up quickly and went out of the valley to find something to eat.

The cave was too long, and he walked out after almost two hours. He was so hungry that his eyes stared like gold stars, as if he could swallow a cow head to tail!

After hunting a wild rabbit, Zhou Heng quickly found a river to wash it clean, lit a fire and roasted it. After wolfing it down, he patted his belly, showing a satisfied expression.

Continuing to hunt, Zhou Heng killed seven hares and one goat. Then he chopped a lot of firewood and brought them back to Juegu in batches—he planned to live in the valley for a while.

After working all day, Zhou Heng had time to stop and rest for a while, and then began to think about Lingyun Nine Swords and the miraculous footwork he saw last night.

Although swordsmanship and footwork have nothing to do with each other, Zhou Heng feels that there is a common meaning in them, comparing and confirming each other, which constantly gives him the feeling of sudden enlightenment.

This footwork is extremely ingenious. If I can use Lingyun Nine Swords with this footwork, who else in the world can dodge it?

Zhou Heng was full of anticipation.

As the moonlight fell, his heart was agitated. If the figure on the mountain wall no longer appeared, then all his expectations would be in vain.

At midnight, the black broken sword released abundant energy on time, and Zhou Heng sat down cross-legged quickly to digest the benefit first. After nearly twenty minutes, he stopped, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a figure walking around on the mountain wall again.

coming!

He was ecstatic, but forcibly suppressed it, concentrating on memorizing that wonderful footwork.

Complex, mysterious, endless changes!

Zhou Heng couldn't help secretly rejoicing that if he hadn't been practicing the Lingtian Nine Forms for more than a month, I'm afraid it would really be impossible to remember this mysterious footwork, because the figure didn't take the initiative to teach him, the speed was extremely fast, A critical change can be missed in a blink of an eye.

Without Zhou Heng noticing it at all, fish white appeared in the east again, and soon the sun fell, and the figure disappeared immediately.

tired! Tired!

Zhou Heng sat down on the ground, feeling his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and immediately fell asleep.

It was already afternoon when he woke up, he ate something in a hurry, and spent time on Ling Tian's nine moves and footwork again, constantly increasing his understanding, and there will always be surprises to be gained.

At midnight, after Zhou Heng refined the benefits bestowed by the black sword, he saw a figure on the mountain wall as expected.

His life became monotonous again. He slept in the morning, studied swordsmanship and footwork in the afternoon and evening, practiced for a while late at night, and then watched the mysterious footwork of the mysterious figure. He would only go out to the valley when the food was gone.

Fortunately, he has less time to practice the exercises now, and his food consumption is also greatly reduced, otherwise he would be able to eat more than ten days' worth of food in one day!

Although he didn't have much time to practice, he couldn't stand the astonishingly huge benefits that the black broken sword gave him every time, and his cultivation was still increasing every day. After more than ten days, he reached the peak of the fourth level of body training.

In just over two hours, Zhou Heng completed the breakthrough of the small realm and stepped into the fifth level of body training!

He was a little numb to his current almost monstrous improvement speed, and after just being happy, he devoted his energy to the study of swordsmanship and footwork, almost obsessed.

Twenty days later, he broke through again and reached the sixth level of body training, catching up with and even surpassing most of the younger generation of the Zhou family. What surprised him even more was that the black broken sword had been secretly transforming his body. Although it was very subtle, he could still feel it after two months.

His mind got sharper, his eyesight got sharper, and his memory got better!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In the valley, Zhou Heng's figure was elegant, and his footwork was indescribable in words, as if he had merged into the whole world. He was clearly there, but it always gave people the illusion of turning a blind eye.

After more than a month, I finally mastered the operation of the whole set of footwork!

However, any movement method needs to cooperate with the corresponding route of true energy to fully exert its power. I can't do anything about it! But even so, this set of footwork is still extremely mysterious, which greatly increases my self-protection ability !

Although I learned it secretly, I still named it... Feiyunbu!

Now that he performs the Flying Cloud Step again, Zhou Heng will no longer have a sore back and back ache when he stops, as if every bone is about to fall apart as he did at the beginning.

Just like Ling Tian's Nine Forms, at first he seemed to be against the world, so every step he took was extremely strenuous, but now he has integrated into the nature of the world, so he can do whatever he wants without any restraint.

I have fully grasped the shape of Feiyunbu, but the charm in it can only be comprehended if I get the corresponding formula. I can't help it!

There's no point in staying here anymore, and it's December, and it's only 22 days away from the end of the year, so it's almost time to go back!

It's getting late today, so stay here for another night and leave early tomorrow morning!

Zhou Heng made up his mind. After dinner, instead of studying Feiyunbu, he practiced Lingtian Nine Forms instead—he spent most of his time on Feiyunbu for more than a month. .

The long sword danced, swaying silver horses, like a flying dragon in the sky, extremely mysterious.

But Zhou Heng was still dissatisfied. Until now, his grasp of Ling Tian's first form was still at the level of form, and he was still unable to grasp the charm of it.

This frustrates him.

Different from Feiyunbu's stealing teacher, Lingyun Nine Styles was taught by Heijian seriously. Although there is no formula in the traditional sense, it is directly integrated into his blood and body. In fact, it should be easier to master is.

Is he that stupid?

Standing with his sword horizontally, Zhou Heng thought carefully, only to feel that there was always an opportunity missing, so that he could only linger on the periphery all the time, unable to truly comprehend the mystery of Ling Tian's Nine Styles.

He closed his eyes and thought quietly, this kick seemed to be in front of him, but he didn't know how to kick it out.

He was as motionless as a stone statue.

After a long time, a strange cold came from his face, and Zhou Heng opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that there was snow in the sky, each piece was as big as a goose feather, and the whole night sky became extremely magnificent.

It's already the twelfth lunar month of winter!

The snow was heavy, and soon the valley became a silvery white. Zhou Heng didn't move. Under the heavy snow, he also turned into a snowman, merging with the whole world.

The silver makeup is wrapped in white!

Zhou Heng looked at the pure white, and his thoughts seemed to fly into the infinite starry sky. Looking down at this world, imagining the vast scene, infinite pride suddenly rose in his heart, and his blood flowed violently.

hum!

The black broken sword in the dantian trembled slightly as if sensing it.

This is the opportunity he was looking forward to!

Zhou Heng laughed loudly, his body moved suddenly, and he raised his sword!

A miraculous scene appeared, all the falling snowflakes suddenly stopped, as if there was an invisible hand manipulating everything!

Ling Tian's first form!

When the long sword is drawn, it is like the birth of the universe, full of indescribable mysteries, and it is like singing the Dao, and everything is in harmony!

This sword finally has aura!