Defeating the seven members of the patrol group and letting go of Gen Liuyi, Lin Xiu squatted on the ground, his mind was full of one person, one sword and one willow tree, lingering.

The hearty laughter swirled around his ears, and the feelings of being free, easy, and wandering the world infected Lin Xiu.

Killing, bloodthirsty thoughts, sprouted in my mind again, and at that moment, as if I saw, the willow tree that inhabited the scarlet world gradually turned into blood red, and even the wicker turned into blood, flowing lifelikely.

"Boy! Wake up, can you hear me? ”

Li Xiaoyao was worried loudly, and his voice was painful, still afraid that Lin Xiu would fall into it.

"Absolutely."

Lin Xiu said with a wry smile.

"Huh? Of course you can, you can scare me to death, boss, you haven't gone to my house yet, there will be a beautiful girl when the time comes, you choose, I will send it to you personally, and free shipping! ”

Bai Shan, who was on the side, found that after Lin Xiu woke up, he muttered that of course he could, and thought he was having that kind of embarrassing dream.

"Cover up your words, there's still a lady here, Xiaobai, why are you talking."

Guan Peng had a dark face and said in a deep voice, this Baishan is good anywhere, it is this broken mouth and that negative IQ.

"Gotta get it, I'm slapping my mouth, I'm wrong." Bai Shan patted his face and said jokingly.

A smile squeezed out of the corner of Lin Xiu's mouth, and he was also happy, leaning on Guan Peng's body weakly.

After the battle, Lin Xiu was drenched as if he was dehydrated, but he was actually discussing with Li Xiaoyao how to deal with the other voice in his head.

Listening to Mulan talk about Yan Peixue, Lin Xiu's head was big for a while, nine times out of ten, the voice in his head was Yan Peixue's.

"Lao Li, have you figured things out?" Lin Xiu asked weakly.

Li Xiaoyao smiled and said, "If it's Yan Peixue, then everything makes sense." ”

Listening to Li Xiaoyao's tone, the ins and outs of the matter seem to be almost clear.

First of all, Lin Xiu's lower-level magic weapon was Li Xiaoyao's first magic weapon, and it was not originally a lower-level magic weapon, that is, a promotion-type magic weapon.

This kind of magic weapon is even rarer than rare magic weapons, which is also the reason why Li Xiaoyao has never said it, in Lin Xiu's opinion, it is also the magic weapon used by Li Xiaoyao, so it will be special.

Collected by Master Shimizu, mentioning Master Shimizu, who fell in Gyeongsan City, I have never heard of the rumors of Master Shimizu.

Having said that, Li Xiaoyao's saber had a name that shocked the world at that time.

Xuanyuan Sword!

Since ancient times, Xuanyuan Sword has been the imperial sword, the king of ten thousand swords.

Even if the battle was shattered and left in Lin Xiu's hands, it was not an ordinary mortal sword.

When the Blood Sword collided with the broken Xuanyuan Sword, the sword spirit of the Blood Sword was forcibly sucked in by the Xuanyuan Sword, which means that the current Blood Sword is just an empty shell, and there is no rare magic weapon without the sword spirit, it can only be regarded as the lowest rare magic weapon.

Inhaling the broken Xuanyuan sword of the sword spirit, the current grade is still in the high-grade magic weapon, hearing Li Xiaoyao's words, Lin Xiu stood on the ground and took out the peachwood sword to observe carefully.

Sure enough, there was a hint of crimson on the hilt of the peachwood sword, which was very similar to the scarlet blood sword.

The sword spirit of the rare magic weapon should be when Yan Peixue's last trace of soul power was exhausted, and it was included in the sword by the fine snow sword, which warmed the soul and turned into a sword spirit over the years.

"Boy, you've picked up a treasure this time!" Li Xiaoyao roared with excitement on his face.

Lin Xiu sneered and said, "Found the treasure again?" I'm so lucky. ”

But on his face, there was no luck at all, he started with a master, picked up his aunt on the road, bravely entered Qingshan City, picked up the fierce general in vain, abducted little Lori, and presented the fierce royal sister.

This is simply the rhythm of being able to eat three generations of farming at home, Lin Xiu alone is still not happy, if he wants to revive Wudang Mountain, his own strength is too weak, the people around him are strong, and others will not take you seriously.

"Lao Li, just tell me how to destroy Yan Peixue." Lin Xiu asked.

Li Xiaoyao wondered: "Destroy Yan Peixue?" Why? ”

Lin Xiu was puzzled, if he didn't destroy him, did he still want to continue to absorb the sword spirit and play mahjong in his mind to start a party? Still shaking to the rhythm of the music?

"Wouldn't it be better to directly treat Yan Peixue as a person who practices swords? You brain, Yan Peixue can be the one who has won the title of Sword Saint, and he is better than me in sword moves. Li Xiaoyao analyzed.

Lin Xiu thought back to the man in the dream, indeed, compared to Li Xiaoyao, Yan Peixue's sword moves were simple and neat, free and vigorous, one move and one style, just like the momentum of Mount Tai!

"Don't think about it, just give it a try." Li Xiaoyao said, asked Lin Xiu to stop, sat down cross-legged, drew out all the spiritual power in his mind, communicated with the sword spirit of the broken Xuanyuan Sword, and then said: "There is a sword in your heart, and there is naturally a sword in your hand, this is the introduction to sword intent, you can already do it, practice well with the Sword Saint now." ”

After walking well, Lin Xiu suddenly stopped, sat down cross-legged next to him, and meditated up without saying a word.

made a few people think that they were going to break through the realm again, and they were protecting the Dharma on the side, thinking that Lin Xiu didn't just break through the realm, this is coming again, really being a cabbage, so cheap?

"That's too fierce! Lao Li, what's the hair! ”

After Lin Xiu was killed more than ten times in seconds, he collapsed directly, and called Li Xiaoyao out with a crying father and mother.

"You say, doesn't he Sword Saint know how to be humble at all? Come up and kill me directly with a sword! ”

Saying the word second kill, Lin Xiu was not ashamed at all, and he didn't think about how cool the pleasure was when he killed someone in seconds.

Li Xiaoyao floated out of the void, this was the first time he met Lin Xiu face-to-face, and he shocked Lin Xiu when he appeared.

Handsome face, delicate facial features, long hair fluttering in the air, flying down from the void like an immortal, black and red brocade robes, a rough wooden sword, like an unsheathed sword, restraining the breath, but you can faintly feel the power that makes people palpitate.

"This is just the strength of his Dao Chang Realm in the early stage, it's just that his sword moves are much better than yours, and the Tai Chi swordsmanship he taught you is many times better than his Yan family's swordsmanship." Li Xiaoyao said disdainfully.

Lin Xiu opened his mouth wide, could it be that the demons of four hundred years ago were so perverted?

"I'll compete with him, the duel between the Sword Masters, it's a good boy!" Li Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and looked at Yan Peixue proudly.

It is really a mockery that the old rivals of four hundred years ago would meet in such a way after four hundred years.

Yan Peixue had a cold face, without the slightest emotion, she was killed and buried too deeply, and her blood accumulated too much, and she had lost herself.

"Brother Yan, when I said goodbye, four hundred years have passed, and the strongest sword saint in the north and south has not yet been divided, today's battle is unfair to you, I will not show mercy!" Li Xiaoyao said, a drop of crystal particles fell in the air.

There is Yan Peixue in the south, and Li Xiaoyao in the north, no one knows, no one knows.

The duel between the two will continue in this way, the only audience, Lin Xiu is constantly refreshing his senses, and the endless sword moves are like bookworms reaching tens of thousands of book shelves, so obsessed, that for a while, even stepping on the Qingcheng faction, they can't even look at it.

(End of chapter)