C800 (1/2)

Zixia peak, on duantian cliff, thousands of feet deep, clouds rolling, a breeze blowing, bamboo leaves rustling sound.

A red sun rose slowly from the clouds, giving off the first glow.

Duantian cliff is the easternmost part of Zixia Tianzong.

The two figures hover on a smooth boulder beside the cliff, facing the rising sun.

This is a man and a woman.

The man is a young man in his twenties. He is wearing a spotless white robe. His long hair is tied behind his back. His face is like a knife cut. His lines are sharp and angular. A pair of appropriately trimmed sword eyebrows are inserted obliquely into the cloud temples.

The other is a woman in light green palace dress. Her face is as delicate as jade carving. Her facial features are beautiful, her skin is crystal clear, and her hair is behind her head. She has a fresh and refined spirit.

In the distance, some disciples of the sect walked by duantian cliff, and they both showed a look of admiration and admiration.

Luo Yu's breathing is rhythmic, and there is a faint red light pouring into Luo Yu's body, which gives people a kind of warmth.

From early morning to noon, and then in the afternoon, until the sun gradually set into the mountain, Luo Yu suddenly opened his eyes, eyes shot out two rays.

As soon as Luo Yu wakes up, Qing'er wakes up.

After he got ten swords and came to the East, he went to the duantian cliff to practice. It's been a month now, and Qing'er comes here every day to accompany Luo Yu to practice.

Luo Yu gets up and forms a sword finger with one hand. The other hand is holding the purple que. The sword finger touches the purple que. Zhenyuanli rushes into the purple que, and there is a special burning force in zhenyuanli.

Purple que slowly raised a light, purple real yuan coagulated a purple sword.

Luo Yu's divine sense moves. The sharp sword suddenly bursts into a red flame and shoots into the distance.

After shooting hundreds of meters away, the sword exploded and turned into a red flame, blooming in the clouds.

&”Ah & hellip; & “

Luo Yu sighed and frowned slightly. One month's cultivation is just a beginning, and he can condense a burning power yuan sword, which consumes the power of the sun he has absorbed for one month.

Finally, he knew why it was difficult to cultivate these ten swords, because the power of absorbing the sun was too time consuming. He didn't know when he wanted to condense a real fire of the sun.

I'm afraid it's impossible to condense the real fire of the sun without thirty or fifty years or even longer.

He also tried to use his own burning power to fuse the true yuan power, but found that he could not coagulate the sword, and the divine consciousness could not be integrated.

&”Don't lose heart & hellip;

Qing'er gently wiped the sweat on Luo Yu's head with her handkerchief and said softly.

&”I know, but it's not that the ten swords are so difficult to cultivate in the East. Luo Yu gently hugs Qing'er with a look of distress in his eyes.

It's absolutely impossible for him to spend thirty or fifty years cultivating ten swords in this way.

Qing'er's cheek was close to Luo Yu's chest and said in a soft voice: & lt; if you don't want to consult your teacher tomorrow, he will have some methods that others don't know when he reaches the state of great perfection & gt;

& lt; well, now he has to go to trouble the teacher. Let's go, let's go back & gt;

Luo Yu holds Qing'er in his arms, condenses a pair of purple wings behind him, and goes to Huoling peak & hellip;

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