Chapter 337 of the text

Li Ming returned to Yuniang Mountain, entered the belly of the mountain, and began to practice.

I saw Li Ming take out the long sword, throw it upward, and then hit two fingers to shoot a true element, so the long sword hung in the air like this.

Zhenyuan wrapped the long sword, and the whole body of the long sword turned blue, and it looked fluorescent, and at first sight, it was an extraordinary sword!

Now is not in a hurry to sacrifice, you need to use the true yuan to conceive and nourish first, and when the entire sword body is full of spirituality, it is the best time to sacrifice.

After half an hour, I saw that the long sword came and went in Li Ming's hand, and it was full of spirituality.

It's time for the sacrifice!

Li Ming bit the tip of his teeth, and suddenly a red came out on the tip of his index finger, and Li Ming flicked his index finger, and a drop of blood hit the long sword.

Hearing a loud sound, the sword body trembled.

And at this moment, Li Ming drank coldly, "Condensation!"

The long sword trembled even more, and the originally scattered droplets of blood suddenly condensed.

Then, Li Ming turned his fingers into a sword and danced.

The drops of blood on the sword's body danced with the movement of Li Ming's fingers.

Blood drips on the sword's body, leaving trails of blood, which eventually form a peculiar pattern.

This pattern is nothing else, it is the formation that needs to be carved to refine the flying sword.

It's just that the formation depicted by Li Ming is the simplest one, and it is also the only one recorded in the Little Yellow Book.

After the magic circle was drawn, Li Ming bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood suddenly filled his mouth.

Li Ming didn't dare to slack off, and as soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, a flame like a long dragon erupted.

Then, the entire sword body made a loud sound, like a red-hot iron sword in cold water.

Immediately after, a cloud of blood came out of the sword body!

"Cheng!" Li Ming drank vigorously, and then the whole person fell down, becoming extremely weak.

Li Ming gasped heavily, his face looked pale and weak, but Li Ming's eyes were full of excitement, because the flying sword was finally done!

Don't look at Li Ming's simple matter of biting his fingers and tongue, but it's not.

That blood contains a great essence element, this essence is not comparable to the true element, but Li Ming's essence spirit.

Although Jing Yuan can't be seen or touched, it really exists!

Lying on the ** to rest for a while, recovering some strength, Li Ming struggled to get up, only to see his thoughts move, and the flying sword lying on the ground flew over by itself.

"Go!" Li Ming shouted, and the flying sword flew up with a thud, spinning around the top of his head.

The space in the belly of the mountain is too small to reflect the power of the flying sword at all, Li Ming struggled down and walked out of the belly of the mountain.

Suddenly, the vision was wide and refreshing.

As soon as Li Ming went, the flying sword went straight into the sky.

Now, Li Ming's Jingyuan and Zhenyuan are both greatly damaged, and they can't resist the sword, otherwise Li Ming will definitely fly with the sword.

The flying sword flies freely in the air, it doesn't cost much real yuan, and it doesn't need to be too bothered, it only needs a thought, and it can be controlled freely.

A moment later, Li Ming's thoughts were retracted, and the flying sword fell from the sky.

"Small, small!" Li Ming said secretly, only to see that the six-foot flying sword quickly became smaller, and finally only the size of a match head remained.

Li Ming opened his mouth and took a breath, and the flying sword entered.

The flying sword was not swallowed by Li Ming, but only placed at the end of his teeth.

It's a bit of a stagger, but it's very convenient.

Now Li Ming's flying sword can't be put into his abdomen, and he can only wait until he sacrifices the natal flying sword, and he wants to refine the natal flying sword without being able to complete it overnight.

In today's earth where spiritual energy is scarce, Li Ming doesn't expect to be able to refine the natal flying sword, and he is very satisfied if he can refine the flying sword.

At this time, Li Ming was still a little weak, and after retracting the flying sword, he went back to the belly of the mountain to rest.

The essence was excessively depleted, Li Ming was unusually tired, lay down on the stone **, and fell asleep after a while!

The snoring was like thunder and rolling.

Two days had passed since Li Ming woke up.

After waking up, Li Ming only felt hungry, and immediately took out some compressed food from the Naling jade card.

After eating, Li Ming went out of the belly of the mountain.

At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and the thin clouds are flying.

The true element in Li Ming's body had recovered a little, and as soon as he came out of the belly of the mountain, Li Ming couldn't hold back his excitement and immediately sacrificed the flying sword.

I saw Li Ming open his mouth, and a tiny thing like a matchhead flew out.

Then, all of a sudden, it grew to a full six feet long!

In ancient times, even a general used a long sword of no more than four feet.

Li Ming's flying sword is definitely a super-long specification.

Of course, Li Ming's flying sword is definitely not the longest!

The flying sword floated in the air, and Li Ming jumped lightly, and his toes fell on the flying sword.

"Let's go!" Li Ming snorted softly, only to feel that the flying sword under his feet trembled slightly, but it just didn't fly upward.

Li Ming frowned, a little puzzled, and asked secretly, "Why don't you fly?"

Stunned, Li Ming shot out a true element, and the trembling flying sword suddenly rushed out as if it had added horsepower.

Li Ming, who was standing on the flying sword, didn't pay attention for a while, and fell down directly, falling to the ground with a butt, and Li Mingzhi, who was in pain, frowned.

"Return!" Li Ming made a move, and the flying sword that flew out obediently returned.

Li Ming jumped on the flying sword again, but this time he did not rashly bless the true yuan, but blessed it very carefully.

The trembling flying sword was like a starting car, and with the blessing of Li Ming Zhenyuan, it slowly flew up.

Li Ming stood on the narrow flying sword, very careful, because the width of the flying sword was not as wide as the sole of his foot, and if he was not careful, he would be planted.

Li Ming thought, if any cultivator who is a beginner in the Flying Sword accidentally falls from a height of tens of thousands of meters, I'm afraid he might fall to his death, right?

Of course, if the Wind Resisting Technique is performed in time, it can be safely landed.

However, in the long history of cultivation, there are really cultivators who have fallen to their deaths because of Edgeworth's carelessness, and there are more than one or two.

Li Ming didn't have much True Yuan in his body, and after flying out of a few hundred meters, he felt that True Yuan was a little overwhelmed.

Li Ming immediately controlled the flying sword to land, although now he was less than a hundred meters away from the ground, and he would not fall to death if he fell from the flying sword, but it would definitely hurt.

Falling to the ground, Li Ming's heart suddenly calmed down a little.

Originally, Li Ming thought that flying with Edgeworth was a cool thing, just like putting on wings, the world was so big, let himself be free.

However, when Li Ming really walked with the sword, he realized that the sword was not as simple and cool as he thought, but full of dangers, and he needed to control the balance of his body at all times, and he would fall off the sword if he was not careful.

Retracting the flying sword, Li Ming rushed to the old locust tree, preparing to go home after recovering the true yuan.

On the way, Li Ming remembered that he hadn't named the flying sword yet.

The flying sword of the old man who cultivated the truth in the eagle's beak cliff was called the Qingfeng Sword, which was shaped like a mountain peak and colored like a diligent green mountain.

"What should I choose?" Li Ming muttered to himself, not having a good idea for a while.

Although Li Ming had several sword names in his mind, such as the Long Dragon Sword, the Feining Sword, and the Chixia Sword, although these names sounded good, they had nothing to do with his flying sword, and they were not the effect Li Ming wanted at all.

After thinking about it, Li Ming didn't come up with a refreshing name, so in the end he simply put it aside and flipped through the ancient books when he got home to see if there was any inspiration.

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