Seeing this stubborn stone, Yu Han's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and his eyes became displaced.

"It's true that this set of ancient swordsmanship is possible. If I can successfully get it, I will only have one set of ancient swordsmanship left until I restore the sword furnace!"

He took a deep breath and obtained every set of ancient swordsmanship was a great opportunity.

call!

Under his urging, the sword furnace slowly sped out from above his head, and as it continued to rotate, it sprinkled with sword lights.

The sword lights immediately enveloped the stubborn stone.

clang!

The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air suddenly came!

At the same time, Yu Han's face changed instantly.

The stubborn stone carrying the eighth set of ancient sword techniques actually bloomed after being covered by the sword furnace.

Every petal is a peerless sword light.

Under its impact, the original intention of the sword Tao that bloomed from the sword furnace was actually shrunk.

He frowned slightly.

Judging from the previous situation, every time you get a new set of ancient swordsmanship, you can almost reach the sum of the previous sets of ancient swordsmanship!

Now that I saw this stubborn stone directly sweeping the sword furnace, its power should also be within this range, so it can be so unsuppressed by the sword furnace.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and the sword furnace whizzed out again.

This time, the original power of swordsmanship in his own body was also injected into it.

The light on the sword furnace became brighter and brighter.

Then, a faint fluctuation suddenly appeared on the stubborn stone.

It did not enter his mind like the stubborn stones before.

Instead, it suddenly flew out of the air, floating in the air, constantly rotating.

The sounds of the Great Dao and Sanskrit continued to spread out and came into your ears.

The rolling sounds made his eardrum hurt, as if it had been pierced.

However, there was no pain on his face, and the Sanskrit sounds kept ringing in his ears, and every sound penetrated into his heart.

It does not have a vassal or follows anyone, but it constantly presents the great way it contains in this way.

As for whether it can be understood, this is not within its consideration.

Fortunately, Yu Han has a strong memory and perception ability.

As the sound of Sanskrit sounds sounded, the mind seemed to be touched by something, and there was an indescribable crystal clearness.

In an instant, the sword intent in his body surged wildly, as if he was about to escape from his body.

He took a deep breath and his face became extremely serious.

"Taiyi Sword Sutra?"

"This...is the eighth set of ancient swordsmanship?"

Every Sanskrit sound revolves in my mind.

Although it was only once, under the guidance of the sword in his body, it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

He simply closed his eyes.

The Pingcheng sword turned into an ordinary size and fell into the palm of his palm. His arm started to practice repeatedly with the Taoist patterns blooming from the syllables!
Chapter completed!