Immortal God Asura

Sword Shura

With six bowls of spirit under his stomach, Qin Ming began to be unable to carry him, his head swollen and aching, and he tripped over a haystack, and immediately fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seems to have returned to his childhood and returned to the distant city of thunder.

He saw his mother, his father, his younger sister, and many familiar relatives.

The main town hall was full of laughter and happiness.

Qin Ming ran excitedly, and rushed over to a familiar relative, but they were clearly in front, but they did not seem to see him. He shouted and waved in front of everyone, his loved ones indifferent.

Everyone was silent at Langzhong, and they stared at the sky expressionlessly, staring blankly.

It was raining, and everyone drank it in everyone's body. It was extremely cold, and made people shiver.

Suddenly ...

The image was fragmented, like a broken mirror, and splashed, everyone disappeared in the cold rain.

The rain became heavier and the sky became darker.

With no ancient city and no relatives, Qin Ming seemed to stand on the vast killing battlefield.

Endless beings fought crazily, shouting to kill Zhentian, and various mysterious beasts roared in blood and fire.

An incredible sky fire, a storm that reached the sky, enveloped the world.

The earth was falling apart, the sky was collapsing, and the world was like the end.

In the vast heaven and earth, a bright and brilliant mang cut through the darkness, tearing apart the flames of the sky, as bright as the sun. Jingmang Holes pierced through the battlefield, piercing through the world and killing power, attracting the sentiments of all beings, and those people trembled.

Qin Ming was walking on the battlefield, like chasing after a barbarian no-man spirit, but suddenly, the spirit stopped and locked Qin Ming out of the air, and the endless killing air seethed and covered the sky. To Qin Ming.

Qin Ming shuddered and sat down.

The dream! The nightmare!

Qin Ming sweated all over, and the wine was mostly awake. He was wheezing and gasping, and it took him a while to spit.

How can you have such a dream?

I have not dreamed for years.

Qin Ming wiped away the cold sweat, felt dry and dry, rubbed his aching head to get up, and drank the water in the courtyard.

In the cold courtyard, the old man sat under the old tree, and he flipped the black blade with the black handle in his hand, I don't know what material the forged was. It was shaped like black iron and black stone.

"Huh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black blade and shook his head violently, thinking he was dreaming again.

"Master?"

Qin Ming shouted twice.

The old man ignored and slowly raised the black blade.

Qin Ming looked at it, and a cold chill came to his heart inexplicably. Suddenly, he seemed to return to the dream again, drowned by the endless slaughter, and felt that the black blade was staring at itself, yes, it was a feeling of being stared at.

Qin Ming carefully moved his body, but still felt stared at.

The black blade seemed to have a strange spirituality that made people shudder, but in the old man's old hand, they obediently behaved like pets, swung with their fingertips, and flipped smartly.

Qin Mingjiu actually woke up, carefully watching the old man and the black blade. He had seen the old man using a flying knife before, and it was the old man who casually took out a piece of iron as a flying knife and conjured in the courtyard. After playing for two days in a row, Qin Ming studied it for two days and felt very good, so he sharpened the nine-handed flying blade for three years and used it for self-defense.

When he faced Zhao Min that day, he took the initiative with the help of a flying knife and struck Zhao Min surprisingly.

“Switch name, Shura.” The old man stretched out his withered right hand, the black blade was hanging on the palm, the tip of the blade was facing down, and the body of the blade permeated with a gloomy coldness, and the space around him seemed to be distorted.

"This knife ..." Qin Ming was covered with sweat, and he stepped back involuntarily, looking at the black blade in astonishment.

The old man's right hand suddenly flickered, and the black blade shrieked and trembled.

A terrifying murderous trend stirred the warehouse complex and filled the world.

At this moment, many elders in the 30 Qingyunzong mountain opened their eyes collectively, and they caught the murderous spirit that made them feel fear.

Qin Ming was stunned back, but the black sword reached his brows in an instant, and he was in a sick state, unable to catch the trajectory.

It did not retreat, touching Qin Ming's brow skin.

The sharp blade was extremely cold, as if freezing Qin Ming's soul.

"Master .. you ..." Qin Ming did not dare to move, sweat was on his forehead, he actually felt the threat of death, and he seemed to be embraced by a deathly body, his body was cold, and he could not breathe.

“Do not use Xuanwu Realm indiscriminately.” The old man pushed his right hand, and the black blade smashed into Qin Ming's brows. Suddenly, Qin Ming seemed to fall into the ice cave, and the coldness of the bones spread throughout the body. Each cell looked cold, and its breath seemed to freeze.

Consciousness swirled, unable to say pain or fainting. Qin Ming was sitting on the ground with difficulty, and was just about to open his mouth to say something, his body turning black gas and writhing all over his body.

Suddenly, the old man walked towards him with his hands on his back, he only saw the old man's eyes, like an endless abyss, to devour people.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming whispered and lay slowly on the ground.

Everything is unreal, illusory and frightening.

Dreaming It must be dreaming.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning. He was completely lying in the courtyard, and warm sunlight spilled on his body.

"How am I lying here?"

Qin Ming stretched his lazy waist, his body was light and comfortable, and there was still an uneasy feeling of coldness.

"I was dreaming. The wine is so strong that I drink less in the future."

Qin Ming stood up and got up, moved his body, and exercised as usual.

Several blows were carried into the air, and the bow was fired to match the first three stages with King Kong.

However, Qin Ming stopped there, staring at the arch of his right arm.

What the hell happened

Drink too much last night?

Qin Destiny twisted her tone, shook the arch, and struck a few more punches, but this time, she completely stopped.

"Looks like I ... broke through?"

"Wowwu ... Fourth Heaven?"

"How is that possible!"

Qin Ming is amazing. Did he break into the Lingu quartet?

But soon the problem arises. Not only was the realm ascending, the meridians expanding, but the Qihai Dantian also had something more. A black paint blade filled the black fog, hovering in the calm air.

"What's going on?"

"Did I dream last night?"

Qin Mingzai carefully inspected, yes, the realm has completely improved, but due to the unexplained rise, the spiritual power in the meridians is still in the condition of the three heavens, and it urgently needs to be added. There really was a black blade in the sea of anger, exactly the same as the blade given to him by 'Dream' yesterday.

Not dreams? Not dreams!

This mysterious black blade was given to me by my father!

"Master! Thank you!"

Qin Ming was startled and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.

It was strange that there was no one in the barn, and the old man was not there.

Qin Ming returned to the courtyard, and the old man was not there.

In the past eight years, the old man had been in a daze under a tree, or yearning for the dead in front of a grave, and then sleeping in a barn.

"Well, where did the old man go?"

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad premonition, and Zai carefully searched the storehouses and courtyards, and searched around the dwarf mountain.

"Go?"

"No way, go without saying hello?"

"But the old man was weird yesterday."

"Is it because of that girl yesterday?"

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.

A worn cotton blanket and several pieces of upholstered clothing, all of which belonged to the old man, nothing was taken.

"Is this mysterious?"

Qin Ming's hands rested on those worn out clothes, and there seemed to be something inside. He slowly opened it, a note, a word-of-destination!

Under that record, there was a piece of ancient sword and sword.

Strange simplicity and atmosphere flowed into the face. The spectrum of the ancient sword and sword itself seemed to have real sword qi, so the air around it was filled with traces of sharpness and coldness.

"Did the old man really leave?" Qin Mingxuan took the note and suddenly felt lost, as if something had suddenly disappeared in his heart.

Gone off?

Are you really going?

For eight years, being accompanied by my parents, I felt like this simple warehouse looked like home.

No matter how hard or bitter it was, I always felt that I could go home and rest.

He knew the old man was amazing, but he never thought he would leave so soon.

It's alive! My liv? Whose life?

Why did the old man leave this word on purpose?

Qin Ming carefully folded the note, placed it near him, and took out the sword.

Da Yan Sword Code!

Without too much introduction, opening it up is the first style of the classic sword - the mountain river epee! One sword pierced through mountains and rivers!

Fine sword force introduction, concise drawing meridians.

Qin Ming's eyebrows are reversed. The typography and diagrams of meridians are very detailed, but unclear. You need to work hard to calm down in order to see it. It's just the first form. Switch to second form. Qin Ming I cannot see it clearly, not even the name of his movement. When he was there, he could not see clearly, and even gave him a strange sense of rejection.

Qin Ming's current state and mental strength were barely enough to qualify for the first form!

"What is this level of martial arts?"

Qin Ming looked at Shudian Dian in astonishment, so mysterious and extraordinary.

I really want to get martial arts, and I hope to have our own weapons. I didn't expect to get my wish today. I can hold the spectrum of ancient swords and swords, and think of the drunkenness last night.

"Qin Ming!" There was a sharp scream from outside.

Qin Ming stole the ancient sword and sword codes and hid in the deepest part of the warehouse.

"Qin Ming's! Where's his death?" Zhang Dong violently opened the iron door, raised the list in his hand, and shouted, "I'll stick it for you at dawn. It's noon now and I won't send it. Do you want to do it? "

"soon." Qin Ming simply went in order and took the list outside.

Zhang Dong stood beside the iron gate and continued to shout: "Don't think that a spirit martial realm can be mischievous. You can be a servant but how strong you are, it's my Zhang Dong management! Don't care about you today, then don't dare to send it on time. I'll report to the director and see how to pack you up! "