After the story was told, everyone was a little embarrassed, but they didn't expect Lian Jintian to live here for this reason, and the name of Qinglian Sword Immortal also came from this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lian Jintian didn't think there was anything wrong, he walked out by himself, grabbed the branch on the small stone table, and danced the sword by himself, the swordsmanship was concise, relaxed, but it contained strange tricks, calm but not lacking edges and corners, just like the character of the whole person, after all these years of precipitation, the spirit and spirit were perfectly fused together, although the strength was still the Spirit Emperor realm, but it reached the realm of the half-step Spirit Emperor.

Duan Mingxiao silently looked at his swordsmanship, like a person listening to a story, quiet, appreciative, just being a good spectator, it was also a kind of enjoyment.

The sword fell, the wind stopped, the lotus moved, and there was no trace, just like a rumor, Duan Mingxiao looked at Lian Jintian who put down the branches, and showed a smile.

"Since you decided to seal the sword, why do you want to remember?"

Duan Mingxiao asked.

"The sword is sealed, but the heart is not sealed."

Lian Jintian replied succinctly, obviously he was a powerhouse in the Spirit Emperor Realm, but like an ordinary person, he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power.

"The heart has to rely on, but there is nowhere to find it, but there is no lovesickness, but it suffers from lovesickness."

Lian Jintian said to himself, Duan Mingxiao realized this sentence, and looked at the swaying green lotus in the lotus pond, which looked so special, but so ordinary.

"I see, thank you seniors."

Duan Mingxiao seemed to have some understanding, hugged his fists and thanked him, Lian Jintian just waved his hand, sat in front of the stone table, took out a pot of wine, poured himself a drink, and washed away the loneliness in his heart.

"Senior, I also have some questions, I don't know if I can have a discussion?"

Duan Mingxiao walked to the stone table, also took out a pot of wine, poured it violently, and then said.

"I may not be able to solve your doubts, but I can still agree to it."

Lian Jintian looked at Duan Mingxiao's drinking, and seemed to be used to such actions, drinking in large gulps, generally only people who have deep secrets in their hearts like to drink in large gulps.

Duan Mingxiao drank all the wine in the pot, took out the long knife and held it in his hand, and when he came to the place where he had just danced the sword, the spiritual power that had been circulating around his body gradually disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary person.

"Please advise."

Holding the knife in his right hand and attaching it to his back, and making a gesture of invitation with his left hand, Lian Jintian looked at this quaint martial arts order, not only came to be interested, but also took out a sword casually, which was also attached to his back, and his left hand made an invitation, and the two nodded at the same time, indicating that they could start.

"Qinglian Sword Technique!"

As soon as Lian Jintian came up, he used his best martial arts, created his own sword technique, and his pace matched the swordsmanship, light and elegant, like a blooming green lotus, simple and beautiful.

"Shadow Hunter."

With a hand martial art, the three knives appeared at the same time, because no spiritual power was used, and the sword was just circulating on the long knife.

The collision of the two martial arts, there is no gorgeous skill, just the most ordinary collision, but with a different aesthetic sense from the collision of spiritual power, it is completely a display of the artistic conception of the two, and the collision of spiritual power must be more profound.

Qinglian meaning, remembering Qinglian, melt into the sword, the sword is born from the heart, each sword is a kind of lovesickness, the swordsmanship is smart, and it also has the power to affect people's emotions.

Duan Mingxiao's side is just an ordinary sword intent, it is really trivial in comparison, it is not worth mentioning, as soon as it collides, it is defeated, and it can only be passively defended.

"Boy, your sword intent is too ordinary, although the use of martial arts is in place, but the lack of artistic conception is a big shortcoming."

While Lian Jintian took out his sword, he did not forget to point out the shortcomings of Duan Mingxiao's sword technique, Duan Mingxiao also knew that because his talent and experience were far beyond ordinary people, he often fought beyond the level, but when he encountered such a real strong man, all the advantages were no longer advantages, and what he lacked would become disadvantages, and he would fall into an unfavorable situation.

"What is my artistic conception?"

Although Duan Mingxiao was pressed and beaten, he obviously felt that Lian Jintian was keeping his hand, and hoped that he could take this opportunity to comprehend his own artistic conception.

When the swords rang out, everyone came not far away to watch the battle, and Lan Qin'er was standing at the front, but he was not nervous at all Duan Mingxiao had fallen into a disadvantage, just with a smile, that kind of smile of trust.

"Melt love with the sword, put love with the lotus, why can't I?"

A voice sounded in his heart, not only thinking of the scene when he met Lan Qin'er before, but risking his life to save her, from the two of them knowing each other, acquaintance, to falling in love, didn't each step go through so many tribulations?

Just when he was looking for his artistic conception, he didn't know that the Tianwei Emperor Body in his body had long been unwilling to be lonely, and a faint Tianwei emerged, contained in the long knife, and the originally somewhat disadvantaged situation gradually reached a draw.

"Huh? The power of heaven and earth? ”

Even Jintian was also a little surprised, this power of heaven and earth came from Duan Mingxiao's body, which made him a little incomprehensible.

"Ming Xiao! Come on! ”

Lan Qin'er saw that Duan Mingxiao gradually reversed the situation, and shouted excitedly, Duan Mingxiao's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and he felt the heavenly power in his body, and a bold idea came to mind.

"Immortal body, heavenly power descends into the world!"

With a low shout, the immortal demonic intent lingered around his body, and the powerful heavenly power descended on his body, and his sword technique was sharp, and he actually forced Lian Jintian back.

"Two moods! Sure enough, it's a genius, I won't keep my hands anymore, you be careful! ”

Lian Jintian felt that these two artistic conceptions were not weaker than his own, so he decided not to keep his hand anymore, the sword pointed at the heaven and the earth, the lotus under his feet, the cyan clothes were windless and automatic with the rise of the momentum, and the slightly white hair flew with the wind, like a sword fairy.

"Melt into the realm, Immortal Heavenly Demon Intent!"

I still remember the promise I made at the beginning, to give her a perfect wedding, to be my own woman in a beautiful way, to stand at the top of the world, to take her to see the whole continent, and to go to the wasteland together, and not forget the promise I made. Bit by bit of memories are integrated into the two artistic conceptions, and they are gradually integrated into one artistic conception, and the whole person is like being reborn.

If you want to say that unruliness was his hallmark in the past, then now it is madness! Demon cultivation is not as crazy as demons! Tianwei is crazy when condensed in his own body! Promise to love her for the rest of your life is also crazy! The whole person stood there, the Immortal Heavenly Demon Intent bloomed, the pitch-black eyes merged into three different artistic conceptions, becoming extremely profound, the black clothes seemed to be blown by the wind, incitement, the long black hair danced wildly with the wind, the Immortal Heavenly Demon Intent and the Qinglian Sword Intent collided together, although there was no spiritual power, it was more shocking than the collision of spiritual power.

After a long stalemate, the two moved at the same time, one sword, one sword, the two of them switched positions as if teleporting, maintaining the posture of sword and sword, and the clothes and hair dancing in the wind gradually calmed down.

As soon as a slight sound came, a bloody streak appeared on Duan Mingxiao's cheek, a few strands of broken hair flew with the rhythm of the wind, and a small knife wound was left on Lian Jintian's sleeve, revealing an almost invisible streak of blood inside.

The picture is frozen in this moment.