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"You have to lift your Heaven's Inquisition by half an inch. Hey, are you a pig? Half an inch, I've already said half an inch, what are you lifting an inch for? " This was a voice that often came from the infirmary. The old man in the infirmary continued to roar like this all afternoon. If passersby were to listen at the entrance of the infirmary for an entire afternoon, they might be able to learn some sword moves from the Sword Tomb.

Although the old man had a stern face, the excitement in his eyes revealed all of his thoughts. He was very excited, he was very happy that he could still teach another disciple of the Sword Tomb in his lifetime.

Although the old man was very strict, Li Ye felt that his swordsmanship was much smoother and more dangerous than before. In just this short afternoon, his swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds.

One sword move after another became more continuous, while the old man's strict guidance also gradually went from continuous to gradually disappearing. Now the old man had sat down to see if Li Ye nodded in satisfaction while holding onto his continuous sword moves.

This grandnephew was also astonishingly talented, just as talented as his mother, his grandmother. If the old man were to know that Li Ye was not only proficient in sword techniques, who knew how shocked he would be.

The sword techniques in Li Ye's hands danced more and more. Originally, he could dance two sets of the same technique in a short amount of time. However, as he danced, he did not feel tired at all. Instead, he entered a mystical realm.

He didn't understand this logic himself, but the old man's eyes widened to the point where they were round. This was a boundary that he had never been able to reach in his entire life, sudden enlightenment!

He had also entered a state of enlightenment, but he had always comprehended from his meditation, and it had been a short period of time. He had never understood the way of the underworld in a sword technique like Li Ye, and he had never comprehended it for so long.

He was now very much looking forward to seeing what Li Ye had comprehended.

Li Ye's epiphany was neither long nor short. It was just a set of sword moves, but it was a set of sword moves commonly seen by elderly people, giving him a trace of a unique charm.

"Grandnephew, have you just entered a profound realm?" The old man squinted and sized Li Ye up. He wanted to see how different he was from his grandnephew and how he could comprehend such a long time.

Right, the old man was jealous. He was jealous that this silly boy could have such a great opportunity.

Li Ye scratched his head. He knew that his condition just now was completely different from before, but when he was about to say what he had comprehended, he felt that all the words in his head couldn't describe the feeling he had just now.

With a frustrated wail, he flipped the sword in his hand, grasped it in his hand, and thrust it forward in front of the old man.

However, such an ordinary sword move caused the old man's pupils to constrict. His eyes were filled with fanaticism as he rushed towards Li Ye and shouted, "This sword strike, yes, it's this sword strike. What's the name of this sword strike?"

Li Ye glanced at the sword in his hand. His eyes were sharp, and he unconsciously spat out a word, "A rain of clothes."

This strike seemed to be a powerless thrust, but within the sword were several tens of sword tips combined into one sword move. This sword move was as sharp as a violent storm, but it only revealed the seemingly weak and powerless Misty Rain.

The old man's muddy eyes were filled with a bright light. He carefully deliberated over this phrase, praising himself: "Good, what a fine rain of clothes."

After seeing this astonishing sword technique, the old man was also interested. He folded his two fingers in front of his chest and smiled. "Kid, your uncle's hands are a bit itchy. Let uncle feel some of the sword's power."

Li Ye looked at the elder's empty hand and asked in confusion, "Uncle, what do you want to test the sword with?"

The old man slapped Li Ye on the head. He was so angry by Li Ye's words that he glared at him and cursed in a low voice: "Why didn't your master teach you anything? Weapons are the extension of your hand. Since I can wield a sword, I can use my fingers to wield a sword as well. Cut the crap, let uncle test the power of this sword. "

This old man was so excited that he looked like a child who had found a toy. Since the old man insisted, Li Ye would try his best to satisfy this sword fanatic's request.

"Uncle, sorry for offending you!" Li Ye drew a semicircle on the floor with his foot. He pressed his hand on the sword and looked coldly at the excited old man in front of him. His expression gradually turned cold.

Dozens of swords appeared like raindrops, but after a flash, they suddenly disappeared, leaving only Li Ye with a white sword ray in his hand. Li Ye took a big step forward, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards the old man's chest.

"Come at me!" The old man's eyes were filled with a never before seen excitement in the past fifteen years. He also roared loudly and stabbed his two fingers in the direction of Li Ye as if they were real.

The old man did not dodge Li Ye's sword. He pointed his hand straight at Li Ye's face, completely unafraid of the blade that was about to pierce his body.

Naturally, Li Ye could not let his elder's hand that he did not want to meet fall upon him. With a flip of his wrist, the tip of his sword pointed downwards. Dozens of sword tips stabbed into the floor of the room, leaving dozens of three-foot-deep holes on the stone floor.

The old man's finger also stopped in front of Li Ye. Only now did he realize that he was no longer holding a sword. If Li Ye had not changed his move earlier, dozens of holes would have appeared on his chest.

"Ai, you want to spar when you see a sword move, but you've forgotten that you don't have a sword." The old man let out a long sigh. Looking at the hand that was missing a thumb, he felt very lonely. If he still had the Dark Jade Sword from before in his hand, then it might not be Li Ye who changed his move.

It wasn't entirely because of the damage to his body from the sudden change of moves, but also because of the old man's sword move. As his uncle had said, if he had a sword in his hand, he might have lost.

The old man's sword fingers seemed to be a coincidence. They avoided all of Li Ye's sword tips and went straight for Li Ye's face. In addition, when he used a rain of clothes, Li Ye was completely unable to dodge the sword moves.

"Uncle, what was that sword move you used just now called?" Li Ye wiped the sweat off his face, put the sword back in its sheath, bowed to the old man, and respectfully asked.

"That move just now?" The old man stroked his white beard and was silent for a moment, as if he was recalling the name he had given to the sword. Finally, he wrote two words on the ground, "Dao!"

Unafraid of the light around him and having no other object in his heart, he pointed to his goal. This was the old man's question.

Compared to sword moves, this name was more like the old man's many years of comprehension. He wanted to ask why the heavens had left him with such a difficult path.