"Is that?" Xiao Yan smiled bitterly. He was too anxious at the time, and it seemed that he really didn't go to check it carefully.

The female general stabbed with a sword again. Xiao Yan saw the opportunity and stepped on it hard. The force made the female general almost tear the tiger's mouth. She endured the pain in her palm and lifted it up violently, lifting Xiao Yan again, without giving Xiao Yan a chance to get close.

"Gu Zhongsheng, you have become weak." The female general snorted coldly, looked at Xiao Yan who had staggered for two steps, and spoke.

Xiao Yan did not answer, and moved his body again, kicked the ground with all his strength, and shot towards the female general. Seeing this, the female general suddenly smiled coldly. Looking at Xiao Yan's rushing towards him, he suddenly raised the sword in his hand and cut off one of Xiao Yan's arm.

Xiao Yan's cold voice, but before he could react, the female general had reached out and grabbed him, then smashed him hard to the ground, and roared in his mind. In a trance, he saw a long sword piercing into his heart.

The picture ends, and the feeling of death is too real.

Xiao Yan from Zichen Xuling Tower woke up from his dream and took a deep breath. The suffocation feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

"Isn't that lucky?" Old Zhan looked at Xiao Yan with a smile on his face.

"I forgot to take the knife, otherwise I would have chopped that stinky woman!" Xiao Yan said angrily. It would be too pitiful to fight with a dagger. Xiao Yan stood up and felt regretful.

"I don't think so. Even if you get the knife, you are not good at using it, and you may not be her opponent." Old Zhan splashed a pot of cold water and said.

"If you don't know how to learn it, such a simple question. When I learn swordsmanship, I will settle the score with her. Hey...what is this?" Xiao Yan said as he was about to leave Zichen Xuling Tower, without planning to try again. After all, just as Mr. Zhan said, he was not good at swordsmanship at all.

On the seventh floor, there is a countertop where a round pill is quietly placed on the countertop. It is transparent and blue starry light is shining inside, which looks quite mysterious.

"Kill Zhuo Yu, this should be a reward." Old Zhan said.

"What is this?" Xiao Yan carefully picked it up, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, but he did not smell the fragrance of the pill that should have.

"It's just something to eat anyway." Old Zhan smiled.

When Xiao Yan heard this, he looked at the round pill with blue stars in his hand, and he was a little hesitant, but he immediately put it in his mouth.

Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he was stuck by a fishbone, his face turned red, and then a long roar was heard, and a rich source energy was emitted from his body.

At this time, the stars in Xiao Yan's body increased from two thousand stars to five hundred, and directly came to two thousand five hundred stars.

"Damn... can this round pill directly condense the stars and improve their strength?!" Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise, and there were quite a few. It didn't feel much trouble to defeat Zhuo Yu and Xiao Yan. It actually directly increased the stars by 500, which was simply incredible.

"Is this the back door opened by the Lord for me? Help me practice?!" Xiao Yan was ecstatic. He really didn't expect that the reward was so generous. Killing Zhuo Yu was not difficult. It seemed quite easy to think about it. In this way, he got a round pill that would improve five hundred stars. It should not be called the Source Pill.

"Uh...it's really simple, but when you meet the second one, you'll die." Old Zhan said with a smile, Xiao Yan glanced at Old Zhan, thinking that he didn't hold a knife and didn't remind him, deliberately letting him down.

"This is the memory of the seventh level. Go to the eighth level and you will probably die in seconds." Old Zhan poured a basin of cold water again, and Xiao Yan was not angry. Anyway, he had raised five hundred stars, so why not do it? It made Xiao Yan go in and fight with the female general at this moment.

There is still plenty of time to reach the Chaos Demon Tomb. Xiao Yan came out of Zichen Xuling Tower and looked at many figures on the deck. There was always someone who was good at swordsmanship. He would like to be a master and then apply what he learned to do.

"Ahem... do you guys use knives?" Xiao Yan took the lead in looking at Ji Ye and others. Ji Ye used whip and Han ginseng used iron rods. Bai Ling and Uncle Zhong didn't know yet.

"Uh... I'm good at swordsmanship." Bai Ling replied.

Xiao Yan immediately looked at Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong was stunned for a moment, and a long sword flashed in his palm.

"Does your lord have any advice?" Uncle Zhong asked, wondering what Xiao Yan meant.

"Hehe, that's right. I want to learn swords. If you teach me, I will be here to be your teacher." Xiao Yan said and bowed, and everyone was stunned.

"Lord, the gift has passed... I will teach you that there are many sword skills, including strong ones, and soft ones to overcome hardness. Which sword skills do you want to learn?" asked Zhong Bo, Xiao Yan frowned, thinking that the nobles in memory have no fighting spirit at all, and they can't use them at all.

"Is there any basic sword technique?" Xiao Yan asked.

"What level do lord want to learn? The world level? The holy level? I know it, but it's useless for a long time and I'm a little unfamiliar." Uncle Zhong did not understand Xiao Yan's most basic swordsmanship, and thought Xiao Yan was talking about fighting skills.

"No, no... Is there any sword technique that does not use fighting spirit?" Xiao Yan said.

Everyone around was curious and was even more surprised when they heard this.

"No need to fight?!" Everyone spoke in unison, and Xiao Yan nodded.

Uncle Zhong pondered for a while, and finally nodded. The so-called fighting skills are nothing more than an extension of the most basic moves. After integrating into the fighting spirit, the powerful moves become stronger.

"There are sword techniques without fighting spirit, but the power is almost impossible to hurt people. Of course... I am talking about the God of Fighting, and it is also a bit difficult to fight against the immortals." Uncle Zhong was also a little puzzled.

"It's okay, teach me, what you want is the most basic." Xiao Yan smiled, everyone looked puzzled. At this level, using source energy and a little bit of understanding can use different weapons, but the degree of proficiency is different and the power is also different.

But the most basic thing is that it does not contain fighting spirit or fighting skills. At this level, it is obviously not very useful.

"Okay... My lord's sword technique is about attacking. The premise is that the opponent's strength requirements are very high, and he will break the enemy's defense with heavy blows." Zhong Bo's thumbs up and the long sword is unsheathed.

Uncle Zhong moved his foot first, and he turned his right foot into a right empty step. He held the knife in one hand and slashed from the right back to the left. The blade fell and raised a sharp breath of knife.

"This is the first knife, left break!"

Uncle Zhong's footsteps changed again, with his left foot up half of his left foot, his right foot half-kneeling, and holding a knife in his left hand, provoking it from the left, which was also powerful.

"This is the second knife, breaking the upper left!"

"The third knife, one word and two consecutive!"

"The fourth sword, cross-cut!"

"The fifth sword, whirlwind slash!"

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The next bunch of names, Xiao Yan was too lazy to remember, and there was no knife in his hand. Uncle Zhong borrowed a knife for Xiao Yan, which was also a pretty good one, named Si Ming.
Chapter completed!