"Are you still a martial arts monk?"

Leng Tianxing looked at him wearing his shoulder phantoms and finally couldn't help asking.

Gu Qingshan didn't have time to answer, pointed his hand in one direction and asked, "Which direction is the place we are going?"

Leng Tianxing looked in the direction he pointed and said, "That's it."

In that direction, there were many demons, not even a place to settle down, and it was like a tide and a sea of ​​sight.

To break through from that direction, it must be a cruel bloody battle.

Gu Qingshan frowned.

Both he and Leng Tianxing have good long-distance lethality, but if there were no martial arts monks leading the way in front, the two of them would soon be flooded by the demons who flocked to them.

In the next battle, a martial arts monk must fight with one's own hands.

——In fact, sword cultivators can withstand such a number of demons.

Gu Qingshan was thinking, and suddenly reached out and slapped the storage bag, and took out a long sword.

This is the sword weapon that Gu Qingshan took back with all his strength after the death of the sword cultivator Wang Cheng.

Gu Qingshan held the long sword and looked at it carefully.

Judging from the appearance, this is just a very standard long sword. The only special thing is that the word "Thousand Riders" is engraved on the hilt of the sword.

After sensation, the sword was filled with a hint of chill.

Gu Qingshan waved his sword lightly, and the cold spread silently.

The sword cultivator Wang Cheng is a leader of the Qianqi. According to the corresponding treatment, his sword added a little precious iron to the material.

With this little bit of coldness, this long sword is twice as sharp.

The only downside is that when making swords, the forgeator is determined to pursue sharpness, so that the sword body is half an inch thinner, and it is easy to roll the blade or even break in fierce battles.

"Do you know the sword?"

Leng Tianxing asked when he saw him staring at the sword with concentration.

Now he no longer dares to underestimate this formation master with a low level. He also put the other party on an equal position while speaking.

Gu Qingshan responded calmly and said, "I understand a little."

In his vision, the data on the God of War interface began to flood the screen with crazily.

"Discover the sword weapon."

"The player was detected to know 1,753 sword techniques."

"It was detected that the player has the God of War operation interface and the God of War skills."

"The gods and demons are left without traces, and the environment is stable and safe."

"Start to lift protection measures and start memory return."

"Awaken!"

"From now on, players can use their soul power to awaken their past sword skills."

Gu Qingshan stood up and waved gently with his long sword.

"bite."

Another sound of the system.

"According to the player's memory, based on the player's current cultivation level, the sword technique that will not cause the player's body/spirit collapse will be presented as follows."

Several options popped up on the God of War interface and appeared before Gu Qingshan.

"Sword Art: Wind Sword Art",

"Sword Art: Hundred Tai Sword Art",

"Sword Art: Liuyun Sword Art",

"Sword Art: Sword Art of Opening Mountain",

"Sword Art: The Four Seas Sword Art",

"Secret Sword: Broken Water Flow."

"Given that the player has a deep understanding of the sword techniques, the cost of awakening the past sword cultivation has been minimized."

"The awakening sword technique requires 5 soul power, and the awakening secret sword requires 10 soul power."

The so-called secret sword is an extremely powerful sword technique. Such sword technique often has only one move, and is the king of all sword techniques.

From the perspective of other practitioners, the secret sword is the supernatural power of the sword cultivator.

Gu Qingshan glanced at him and made a quick choice.

"Awakening the Wind Sword Sword Technique, Opening the Mountain Sword Technique; Awakening the Secret Sword: Cut off the Water Flow."

"bite."

"The Wind Sword Sword Technique, the Mountain Sword Technique, the Secret Sword Broken Water has awakened, and it has spent 20 points of soul power."

"There is currently 1/7 of the remaining soul power."

With the consumption of soul power, Gu Qingshan felt the scenes jump out of the depths of his forgotten memories.

Those dusty pictures in memories suddenly became vivid, as if they had just happened yesterday.

In a barracks on the front line.

A group of soldiers whispered and whispered.

"Haha, just because he wants to learn the first three styles of Fengzhan?"

"Just a garbage, the game started for more than half a year before I knew who was going to enter the game."

"Yes, our swordsmanship has become more skillful, so he came to the Forward Camp, but it's good that someone will be the cannon fodder in the future."

"You are right. In the future, let him take the camp mission at the forefront."

"Hahaha, that's exactly that."

The discussion disappeared and the picture changed.

The moon is in the sky, and there is no one around.

When he was young, he was alone, honing his sword skills in remote places.

The skin of the right hand was completely worn out, and several layers of gauze were wrapped around his hand. There were bursts of heart-wrenching pain when he held the sword.

No, you can't give up, this is the only opportunity to change your destiny.

Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

The long sword swung again.

A layer of blood slowly leaching from the gauze.

He sweated and honed his skills.

This scene slowly disappeared, and then a new picture appeared slowly.

"The current vanguard Gu Qingshan is brave and brave, and has made great contributions to killing demons. He will reward the secret fax of the Wind Sword Sword Technique."

"promise!"

The picture fades away and another picture appears.

On one side, Gu Qingshan used the Wind Sword Technique like flowing clouds and water.

"Yeah, it's a bit interesting, but it's too old, it's a pity."

"At such an age, there is limited potential, we don't want it either."

"Yes, I'm almost twenty years old, and I'll have a set of wind slashes. It can be seen that my understanding is not very good, so we don't want it either."

"Then we will make unanimous decisions. Will the result of the annual preliminary election be eliminated?"

"Yeah, I think it's OK."

"Just settle this way, the next one is ready to go on stage."

Screen change.

Gu Qingshan stood alone on the bleak street like a walking zombie, and ice and snow fell on his body.

Suddenly, two monks walked past him and whispered.

"The auction house has many sword techniques. I have a crush on one of them, but the price is very high. I have to go back and raise a spiritual stone."

"Oh, is that right? Do you want me to support you?"

"Then I would like to thank my senior brother."

The conversation came into Gu Qingshan's ears, and Gu Qingshan suddenly turned around.

"Fellow Daoist, is what you said just now true?"
To be continued...