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The autumn equinox has passed, and the cold dew is coming.

Li Xianyuan stands on a mountain rock and looks out at the mountains.

Autumn into the cloud mountain, the green mountains are a little mottled, the autumn mood is getting stronger, such as the time of parting, it is sentimental.

Between the clouds and mist, the rainbow light passes through, and the cranes cry. Wash away a little sadness.

The robe moved with the wind, standing for a long time, until there was coolness, Li Xianyuan turned back and walked into a pavilion.

The scenery here is beautiful, like an ink painting. Sitting in the pavilion, you can see the mountains and rivers. It's a pleasure to practice here.

The mansion is not far from the foot of the mountain, and looking back here, you can see the continuous houses and the courtyard wall of the mansion, and occasionally see the maid passing through.

In the distance are the other elders' houses. However, it has little to do with Li Xianyuan. This entire Pure Yang Peak, he only knows two hands

This place was found for him by Ning Jiya. According to what the master said, staying in the Spirit Grass Garden all day long, the aura was robbed.

This is just a joke, but in fact, it is just to find a more conducive place for Li Xianyuan to practice. This pavilion is remote and lonely, rarely disturbed, and the scenery is beautiful. The aura of heaven and earth is even more reckless than the spiritual grass garden, it is a treasure land.

just tossed the maid and walked a mountain road three times a day to deliver food to Li Xianyuan.

Straw mats are spread in the pavilion, and several futons surround the low table. Lighting a stove. The cool breeze outside the pavilion is gusting, and the warmth inside the pavilion is added.

Li Xianyuan sat on the futon, the aura of heaven and earth ingested the dantian, and he lay down, and the dantian cyclone was strengthened.

After a while, Li Xianyuan opened his eyes and took out the long sword on his back, which was horizontal on his leg.

The spirit sword is blue and three feet long. It's cold to the touch, but it feels like flesh and bone are connected.

Luck spiritual power, start with the Yin pericardial meridians. Coming out of the middle punch hole.

The water spirit mist emitted from the fingertips. The spiritual power is separated from the body, and it should be dispersed and transformed into the aura of heaven and earth. But I don't know how, I gather in front of me and don't disperse.

Between heaven and earth, there is nothing more important than immortality.

But if it's for the sake of immortality, I'd rather be as ruthless as a stone—

And why live forever?

Li Xianyuan's dark eyes lit up, his divine sense condensed, and he turned into an invisible small hammer, smashing heavily into the spiritual power.

There was no sound, only the spiritual power was like being beaten, and a corner collapsed, turning into the aura of heaven and earth. The remaining mass solidified a little.

The spiritual power of the Zhongchong acupoint came out, and everything replenished the spiritual power of the group. As the small hammer of divine consciousness fell, it was smashed and deformed, becoming more and more solid.

Prior experience, familiar with the road. After a stick of incense, it has turned into a burning stick, faintly taking the appearance of a sword.

The incense was much higher than it was a month ago, so until now, the consciousness has not felt tired.

Every time the hammer of divine consciousness is struck, the burning stick will shape a few points. The hilt of the sword is formed, the fitness is molded, blunt and bladeless.

One-fifth of the spiritual power in his body was dissipated, indicating that Li Xianyuan's cultivation had been reduced to the fourth level of qi refining.

The blunt blade became sharp, and the Shui Ying Spirit Sword was suspended in front of it, just like the first spirit sword that was lying across his legs.

The third watch of the sun is to the west. As the last hammer fell, the small hammer of divine consciousness dissolved. And the tempered spirit sword also hung in front of him.

Much easier than the first time.

Unexpectedly, Xiu Wei was still in the fourth layer of Qi refining, and he didn't fall down again.

I speculated in my heart, and it may be because of the experience of the past, there were a few fewer mistakes, so the spiritual power consumption was not much.

I wanted to refine the third sword while the iron was hot, but after thinking about it, although the spiritual power consumption was not as expected. But half of the consciousness is consumed, and it takes time to rest. And I focused for nearly two hours, and I was tired.

What's more, the two spirit swords are not proficient yet, so why bother to run first.

Li Xianyuan grabbed the spirit sword with his hand and stroked the blade carefully. The chill made the hairs stand on end.

"Huh?" Li Xianyuan suddenly sighed lightly, frowning at the second spirit sword.

The three-foot spirit sword was blue, but it seemed to be missing something compared to the previous one.

After thinking about it for a while, Li Xianyuan grabbed the teapot that was already cold on the table, poured it into his mouth with his head up, and sprayed it at the spirit sword.

Poof――

In the hazy mist, the colorful glow suddenly appeared.

With a slight wave, all the tea was thrown away. The spirit sword exhibition is the same as before, but it is faintly aura.

That strange feeling finally dissipated.

Li Xianyuan picked up the two spirit swords and slowly printed them together.

The collision did not happen, and the two swords merged into one.

This is the supernatural power of the second layer of the sword duel, the sword.

It doesn't increase much in power, but it makes it harder to damage. It is also more threatening. Imagine that the spirit sword stabbed at the enemy, was blocked, and suddenly split a sword, which was taken by surprise.

But in this way-

Li Xianyuan groaned. This exercise is like this, and it is a bit strange to be ranked as the ninth grade.

Could it be that there is another hidden danger?

Li Xianyuan deduced that either the second and third turns were extremely difficult, or the more spirit swords, the higher the required divine sense. Or maybe there are too many flying swords, and it's hard to control.

With a slap of the sword body, the spirit sword was split into two and returned into two spirit swords. Li Xianyuan was placed in front of him, his spiritual sense was entangled, and the spirit control sword slowly floated.

There is nothing wrong with it, the consumption of divine consciousness has only doubled, and it is still within the acceptable range. With his consciousness restored, it was enough to continue fighting for half an hour.

Control the two Flying Rainbow Pavilions to hover outside. The spirit sword was one after the other, surrounding the pavilion, breaking through the air and hunting. Although it is a little green, it has begun to show its edge.

After a while, Li Xianyuan discovered the problem.

It is difficult for the spirit sword to be used for two purposes, and the flying sword is controlled separately.

It feels indescribable. If you want to describe it, it is a pair of eyes that turn together at any time. And you can't look left at one glance and right at one eye.

That's one of the drawbacks?

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly, and his divine sense was abrupt.

The two spirit swords, which were quite powerful, suddenly slowed down, and each went in the opposite direction. Although they were successfully separated, they were skewed, up and down, like a wounded goose, ready to fall headlong at any moment.

Li Xianyuan was busy with his senses and retracted a handle. The other sword fell crookedly, slammed into the rock, burst into sparks, swirled and flashed, and fell off the cliff.

Li Xianyuan was busy controlling the spirit sword, but the connection was cut off in the blink of an eye.

With the growth of his divine sense, Li Xianyuan was able to control the flying sword to thirty zhang away. Without perception, it can only mean that the flying sword has fallen farther

“……”

Li Xianyuan was speechless, a little stunned.

After a long pause, he sat up from the futon and walked to the edge of the cliff.

The cliff is not high, and more than ten zhang is the bottom of the cliff. At any time, I don't know if the spirit sword will bounce all the way down or get stuck in the cracks of the stone.

"Brother Li!" was standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down. Suddenly, I heard a cry full of joy.

"I've finally found you. ”

Li Xianyuan turned his head and showed surprise for the second time in a short period of more than a dozen breaths.

Situ Yanran!?

Standing on the side of the gazebo, there was a figure, it was none other than Situ Yanran.

"Don't jump!"

Hearing Situ Yanran shouting, Li Xianyuan turned around and was about to walk back. Suddenly stepped on a piece of gravel, slipped under his feet, lost his balance, and leaned back into the cliff!

"Brother Li!" Situ Yanran exclaimed, with a gloomy expression: "How much do you hate me, you'd rather jump off a cliff than see me......"

She secretly felt sad: "That's it, since Brother Li won't be with me when he dies, then I'll go......" (To be continued.) )