Chapter 79 Selection of Sword Scripture

The big man heard the audience laughing at him. His originally dark face became more and more red. Finally, he suddenly roared, poked out a pair of thick palms like bear paws, grabbed Bai Lang, and said angrily, "Good boy, dare to laugh at me and let you know how powerful I am!"

Bai Lang looked at several onlookers who were still smiling and said depressedly, "Brother, I'm not laughing at you!"

The big man's face was full of anger and his eyes were red. He ignored this and just wanted to beat this hateful guy with an iron fist. The corners of Bai Lang's eyes flashed coldly and he was about to take action. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the wind next to him. He stagnated and stopped.

Only heard a loud sound. When the big man's huge palms were about to hit Bai Lang, his body was suddenly rushed up by a huge force, like a hill, across the air and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the tower was full of unusually strong black rocks, which were not smashed by him. Come on.

"If you do it in the hall without authorization, won't you pay attention to me!" An old man in black clothes suddenly appeared in front of everyone, with a cold expression and a loud voice.

When the high-level monks saw the old man in black, their faces changed slightly and seemed to be a little afraid. They ran cleanly on the soles of their feet. Bai Lang was shocked and quickly bowed and saluted, "Disciple Bai Lang, meet the elders!"

The old man's white beard drooped, but his eyes were as bright as electricity. He glanced at Bai Lang, looked at the big man on the ground, and shouted coldly, "As a four-story disciple of the sword tower, you have bullied a layer of disciples here. You have violated the door rules and are not allowed to enter the sword tower for three months!"

When the big man heard the words, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but his face was extremely respectful and did not dare to disobey a little. He took the order in a low voice, got up and quickly left.

The old man seemed to be accustomed to this. He hummed and then turned to look at Bai Lang. Bai Lang quickly said, "My disciple came here for the first time today. I don't know the rules. I have caused trouble to the elder. I hope the elder will forgive me!"

The old man looked at Bai Lang again, his face was slightly slow, and said, "This sword tower is a place of practice. You are not allowed to fight, but if the disciples in the same level need to communicate, you can go to that arena to test!"

Bai Lang took a look at the stone room and nodded. The elder had turned around and said coldly, "You came in for the first time today, come with me!"

Bai Lang quickly followed a few steps and entered the huge red door together. After entering, it was also very simple. There were only a few futons, a few tables and chairs, and a middle-aged man wearing elder clothes. He was closing his eyes and meditated. There was a strange mark on his hand, and wisps of sword spirit burst out, which was not far from him. A hazy light curtain blocked it.

Bai Lang was slightly surprised, but the elder in Xuanyi had taken out a jade plate made of white jade, which was sword-shaped, with some patterns engraved on the edge, and a strangely shaped cyan sword engraved in the center.

"What's your name?" The elder suddenly asked.

"Blon!" Bai Lang was stunned and replied. Hearing the words, the elder waved his finger and scratched, and the sword spirit condensed into a knife. In a moment, he engraved Bai Lang's name, and then threw it to Bai Lang. He said lightly, "After you drip blood, you can refine it. After meeting the advanced requirements in the future, come to me to open it, and you can enter the second level of practice with this thing! In addition, with this thing, you can go to the cultivation tower of Taoism and utensils for one day every month!"

Bai Lang understood that he heard Song Weifeng say that there are also two stone towers for cultivation, but the skills stored in them are different. Luoxia Dongtian does not object to one disciple to practice multiple magical skills. On the contrary, for outstanding disciples, he is very encouraged to three Zong Qixiu, this is the saying that you can go to those two places to practice with tokens.

After receiving the token, Bai Lang resigned. He slowly watched the stone rooms and began to choose his skills. Luoxia Cave has a very profound background of thousands of years. There are many kinds of skills here, which cannot be enumerated. At the far end of each stone room, there is a sword introduction.

"Dugu Nine Swords - created by the peerless sword cultivation Dugu Mo predecessor 2,000 years ago, the sword is divided into nine types, cultivated to a great success, nine swords in one, one sword comes out, can split the world, Dugu predecessor once used this unique skill to kill the twelve golden dragons in the East China Sea, shocking the world!"

"The secret of the remnant of heaven - heaven and earth are lacking, and the road is incomplete. This sword secret requires those with incomplete meridians to practice, remember!"

"The infinite sword - takes the body as a sword tripod, sacrifices its own body, and when it is successful, it is reborn. It can be incarnated outside the body. The sword is divided into two instruments. However, this sword formula is unpredictable, and there is no one who has completed it. I hope the disciples of the younger generation think carefully!"

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Looking all the way, Bai Lang also opened his eyes. All kinds of sword formulas are incredible, which makes people feel charming. He didn't expect that there would be such a vast world on the way to sword cultivation!

Although there are many skills here, there are difficulties and ease, and there are more and fewer elective disciples. Looking over, there are disciples practicing in almost every stone room, with more than 100 people and less than a dozen people.

"The heaven is vast, and there are thousands of Taoisms. The best is not necessarily your own. Don't be confused by the things in front of you. You should choose the path that is most suitable for you!" Several sword scriptures moved Bai Lang, but after thinking about it, he gave up and looked down.

"Beidou Sword Array - created by Wang Yangming 700 years ago, Beidou is a god and extremely powerful. No one can break this sword array in 300 years. Later, Wang Zhen died. This sword secret only left half a volume, and it is still an ancient classic"

Bai Lang walked to a slightly deserted stone outdoor and saw the introduction of this sword scripture. He was speechless. He didn't expect that there would be an incomplete sword scripture to be placed here, but on second thought, a remnant made the Luoxia Cave of the world so important. It can be imagined that this ancient scripture is not incomplete. Pick! In a moment, Wang Zhenren, who was carrying the Beidou sword array and dominated the world, appeared in front of him, which made Bai Lang's heart swing.

"How chic and heroic it is to become a peerless sword across the world!" Bai Lang muttered to himself, looked down all the way, watched the ancient scriptures, and thought about the style of those ancient swords running all over the world. Bai Lang's heart became more and more excited, and it seemed that there was a heroic feeling rushing in his heart!

"Oh!" Bai Lang glanced casually and saw that there seemed to be a stone room in the deepest part of the stone room corridor.

He looked at the slightly dark corner, hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly.

The footsteps fell gently, and a faint dust was stirred up, and then slowly fell down, returning to silence, as if it had fallen into the thousands of years of sleep!

is very quiet around. Bai Lang stood outside this stone wall and looked at it quietly. Somehow, there were faint cracks on the originally hard stone wall, and it was covered by dusty cobwebs. It was ruined and empty. It had been ignored for thousands of years. Only a faint vicissitudes circulated between the stone wall.

On the stone wall, the font introducing the sword formula was almost completely submerged by dust and difficult to recognize. Bai Lang stood for a long time and stared at the vague handwriting. He felt a sense of tranquility, as if he was in a chaotic time and space. Slowly, he stretched out his hand and wiped away the thick dust little by little.

——The secret of killing the sky

With the little exposure of the handwriting that had disappeared for countless years, the golden light in Bai Lang's eyes suddenly soared, and he stepped back three steps. A sharp sword, like substance, came to his face, which shocked him in an instant!