Xue Qinghan and the others thought about it again and again, but in the end they did not take any risk to rescue the blood demon, and after getting close to the place where the City Lord's Mansion was located, Xue Qinghan felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, causing them not to dare to act rashly.

Moreover, this is distributed in one hundred and eight locations in the three major empires, and it is impossible for the strength of Xue Qinghan and the three of them to do it in a month. That person will forcibly make a deal with Xue Qinghan, and I'm afraid it's more because of the power of the shadow guard. Xue Qinghan had no doubt that the other party knew about the existence of the shadow guard, and might even know more than Xue Qinghan, the nominal young master, after all, the other party even found out Xue Qinghan's cultivation status clearly.

Xue Qinghan stayed in the inn to practice, and it was rare to find what he needed, Xue Qinghan naturally had to seize the time to transform the resources in hand into strength. Cultivating the true Great Freedom and Freedom of the Sword Dao, Xue Qinghan's strength can undoubtedly go further, after all, the Great Freedom and Freedom Sutra is the main practice of Xue Qinghan's scriptures, although the Heavenly Dao Recipe is also subtle, but it is faintly rejected invisibly, and it does not seem to be completely consistent with Xue Qinghan.

Mo Jiuqing went to contact the shadow guard, and Mo Yu was outside to inquire about the news, especially about the City Lord's Mansion.

In the inn, Xue Qinghan sat cross-legged, the sword was horizontal on his lap, clanging and ringing, the sword intent was implicit but not expressive, like a divine sword hiding the edge.

An ethereal aura permeated Xue Qinghan's body, making Xue Qinghan look like a sense of detachment, wisps of lines wandered away, runes evolved one by one, the sword light was like a fairy light, and the whole person was like a fairy sword.

Around Xue Qinghan's body, nine sword intents of different colors swirled, condensing into nine faint long swords, and nine completely different sword intents diffused out.

At this time, among the nine sword intents, the sword qi with an extremely ethereal aura was suspended above Xue Qinghan's head, and the other eight long sword phantoms were arranged in eight directions, and the sword intent converged in the center, intertwined in the center, forming a sword qi vortex.

The sword qi vortex slowly rotated, and the eight different basic sword intents converged here, and at this moment, there were signs of mutual fusion.

With the passage of time, the sword qi vortex became larger and larger, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, faintly making a whistling sound, and the sword qi swept the entire room, but fortunately, Xue Qinghan had placed a ban in the room in advance, otherwise it would really cause a lot of movement.

"Qiang~"

A loud long sword tremble sounded at this time, Xue Qinghan opened his eyes, and the bright sword light in his eyes was swallowing, wanting to erupt out and pierce through the void.

The Xiaoyao Sword was also unsheathed at this time, swallowing the brilliant sword light and sword intent

Spraying thin, the sword aura is surging.

Xue Qinghan's eyes stared at the whirlpool of sword qi, the trick in his hand changed, the Great Freedom was in the operation of the Sutra, the scriptures were all over the sky, the chanting sound was like a sword sounding unconsciously, it seemed to be real and virtual, faintly seemed to grasp something, but when it seemed to have not comprehended anything.

"Condensation!"

Xue Qinghan snorted softly in his mouth, and the monstrous sword qi in his body swept up, rushing into the sky, dazzling, making Dexue Qinghan look like the reincarnation of a sword immortal.

As the sound of snow and cold fell, the rapidly rotating huge sword qi vortex suddenly stagnated, and there was a moment of stillness. The next moment, the huge sword qi vortex suddenly reversed, and the sword qi that filled the entire room surged, frantically pouring into the sword qi vortex.

And the huge sword qi vortex also continued to shrink between the changes of Xue Qinghan's handprint, shrinking and condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a moment, it turned into the size of a zhang, then into the size of a ruler, and in the end, it was only the size of a palm, suspended between Xue Qinghan's palms.

The sword qi in the sky disappeared cleanly at this time, and the eight completely different sword intent breaths could no longer be felt, but the sword qi vortex between Xue Qinghan's palms was filled with a sharp and incomparable aura at this time, and the strange thing was that this sword qi revealed a little ethereal and unpredictable, which seemed to be between reality and fiction.

The only thing that had not been integrated into the sword qi vortex was the wisp of aura without any attributes, and the ethereal and vague sword aura was still suspended beside Xue Qinghan.

Xue Qinghan looked at the sword qi vortex above his palm, his eyes froze, and the sword intent on his body spread, enveloping the small wisp of sword qi in it, and carefully guiding towards the sword qi vortex.

"Boom~"

At the moment when that wisp of sword qi entered the sword qi vortex, the sword qi that had been compressed to the extreme was rioting at this time, and the sharp aura erupted in all directions, leaving countless blood marks on Xue Qinghan's hands, and the blood was dripping.

Xue Qinghan gritted his teeth, and the sword intent on his body swept out crazily, all of which were injected into it, the sword gall trembled, and a mysterious wave rippled out, trying his best to suppress the riotous sword qi.

And in Xue Qinghan's eyes, there seems to be a piece of chaos being opened, a flawless cyan lotus flower swaying gently, accompanied by the supreme sound, a stripe of lines intertwined, smelting three thousand avenues in it, a leaf opens the sky, and a flower spreads the way.

The turbulent air flow gradually subsided, and the sword qi vortex between Xue Qinghan's palms dissipated, leaving only a cyan lotus flower blooming flawlessly, and it was impossible to see the sharpness in it, but it had the edge to break through the chaos.

If you look closely, you will find that this cyan lotus is finished

It is all condensed by a series of sword qi, which is beautiful, but not fragile and delicate, and the lines are engraved on the petals, which is incomparable.

"Whew~"

Xue Qinghan exhaled lightly, ignoring the criss-crossing Dao scars on his palm, his eyes stared at the small sword path green lotus, and his Great Freedom Sword was finally on the right track.

Don't look at this wisp of sword qi compared to the majestic sword qi that swept out, it is even smaller, and there is no light of various sword intents shining with different colors, but this kind of sword intent is the origin of thousands of sword intents.

What is leisure? Take the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the change of the six qis, to swim infinitely, is for leisure, heaven and earth are born with me, all things and I are one, things and I forget, and the heart of the Tao leads to the sky.

In the name of Great Freedom, the Great Freedom Freedom Sutra pursues the meaning of leisure, and wants to ask for all the constraints. And the mystery of the Great Freedom Freedom Sword lies in his word Freedom, which is not limited to the form, not trapped in the style, not bound to the Tao, but can manifest the shape of heaven and earth, derive the three thousand avenues, and run thousands of sword styles.

Xue Qinghan's sword intent contained the eight kinds of origin qi in it, and the Great Freedom Sword came out of the amorphous form, and the accident was to derive the mysteries of all the sword powers.

In Xue Qinghan's body, there was also a slight change in the Sea of Origin at this time, and I saw that in the boundless sea of sword qi, there was a lotus leaf spread out, and a cyan lotus flower was bred, and the flower buds stood tall and swayed gently.

The cyan sword lotus in Xue Qinghan's hand dispersed, Xue Qinghan stood up, flickering freely, and the aura on his body became more and more ethereal, like a fairy walking in the mortal world, and his temperament was not like a mortal person.

The sword slid lightly, without the slightest breath of fireworks, and the breath was erratic, but a wisp of slender breath was seen across the void, faintly leaving a faint trace of the Dao, which was difficult to dissipate for a long time.

Xue Qinghan's current feeling seems to be that he and the avenue have become one, and there is a rhyme between his gestures, and the avenue follows each other, and the general trend is blessed, which is extremely mysterious.

Xue Qinghan's figure continued to move around the room, gradually merging into a wonderful artistic conception, and the breath on his body faintly disappeared.

The Xiaoyao Sword appeared on its own, Xue Qinghan's heart was empty, there was no trace of distractions, or there were no thoughts, the Xiaoyao Sword in his hand was completely waved by feeling, at this moment he seemed to have forgotten all the divine channel methods, and gave everything to himself.

And the obviously chaotic sword path trajectory flowed out of a wonderful Dao rhyme, and the aura on Xue Qinghan's body also changed with it, the aura became ethereal, and the sword light became more and more sharp.