I don't know if it's right or wrong for Yan Qi to abandon Taoism and learn martial arts, I just don't want her to be trapped by love and give up her pursuit.

She is extremely talented in kendo, and it is no exaggeration to live for the sword.

The reason why she has not performed well in the past few years is not that she is not good enough, but that her light is all obscured by Rushuang and Xie Ling.

However, Rushuang has eight hundred years of cultivation, Xie Ling's body is a sword spirit and has also comprehended his own way, what about Yan Qi?

An ordinary human woman.

If you don't care about the chance, don't investigate the cause and effect of the previous life, who of the three of us, the fox, the Taoist, and the sword, can compare to Yan Qi?

You must know that her cultivation of the six grades of Yuan Qi is all obtained by the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword she created. How many people can be found in the world with this talent?

I'm afraid that only Li Chunfeng can be compared to her.

The Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword was created by Yan Qi's perception of the Kunlun Snow Domain and the Kunlun Snow in his hand, and every move has the true meaning of the ice.

Don't give up Taoism and martial arts, I have a young and beautiful partner, but I have lost a female sword saint in the world.

So, thinking about it, I don't want to delay Yan Qi's swordsmanship cultivation.

After the end of the era of the end of the law, the world is bound to be full of demons and souls, and the value of a female sword saint is immeasurable.

This is from the public to the public, Yu private, Yan Qi herself has already provoked the hatred of the Daomen because of me, there must always be means of self-preservation, and it is impossible for me to protect her life even if my fate is unfortunate.

"It's decided?" Seeing Yan Qi's determined expression, I asked.

"Hmm."

"Yan Qi, I don't want you to change for anyone, I just need you to listen to your own heart."

"Actually, I knew at a very young age that I loved swords. At that time, Master took me away from the orphanage, and it was not the candy in his hand that attracted me, but the sword on his back. I like to dance swords in the snow, and I also have my own dream of being a heroine. Just now I heard a call from the depths of my heart, and my heart told me what to choose. Yan Qi said.

Seeing Yan Qi follow her heart and make a choice, my heart throbbed, and I couldn't help but hold her deep in my arms.

The face is easy to age, and it is gorgeous in an instant.

What is the only thing in this world that can withstand the ravages of time? It's talent!

On the battlefield of the Battle Spirit, the two Sword Masters were still facing each other.

The sword saint Han Yuxue's unique swordsmanship is the 7749 road treading snow to find the plum sword, and the white clothes are stained with blood, just like a plum in the snow. It's cold and murderous.

Sword Saint Murong Zixuan's unique swordsmanship is affectionate sword, people have affection, and swords also have affection. It's like a lover's heart, obsessed and incomprehensible, and it's messy.

Finally, Murong Sword Saint was the first to make a move.

Cultivating to the realm of the Sword Saint, even if he can't find a flaw after waiting for three days and three nights, he can only look for an opportunity to break through from the battle.

Because his cultivation was limited to the first rank of martial soul, Murong's starting sword was not dazzling. The crape myrtle sword was as scarlet as blood, and the sword light emitted was also bright red like blood.

Murong shot is a sword flower, the sword flower is beautiful and beautiful.

Although the flower is beautiful, it is the flower of death, just like Manshu Sawa on the Yellow Spring Road.

Han Yuxue's expression was solemn, and her body quickly retreated.

However, once the Affection Sword attacked, it was not so easy to dodge.

The sword flowers bloomed one after another, and a blood-red flower rain fell on the martial arts arena in an instant. Even the air can smell a fishy sweet scent.

Han Yuxue couldn't avoid it, with a long roar, the snowflake sword in his hand waved his hand and slashed out a puff of sword. In an instant, the surrounding air froze.

Manjusa is not affected by the cold, the petals are withered and withered, and the ground is red.

"Flowers float and water flows!" Sword Saint Murong scolded lightly, and the sword intent swept through the entire martial arts arena, and the scarlet sword flower was as if it had been blown up by the wind, floating into the torrent of sword intent, killing Han Yuxue.

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a table!" Han Yuxue burst out with the strongest sword qi to resist Murong's killing move, the sword flashed, and the snowflakes were like clusters.

The cold ice breaks the water, and the snow presses the red plum.

The two of them have one move and one style, both of which are extremely elegant, and it is simply a gluttonous visual feast.

The men are suave, and the women are full of charm.

Compared to the swordsmanship they deduced, the Daomen tricks were overshadowed.

Martial arts is not only about savage fighting, but it can also be beautiful to the extreme.

Originally, I still had a trace of remorse because I abandoned the Tao and learned martial arts, but now I have watched the competition between the two sword saints, and I am in a very happy mood.

It's a pity that my Liuren Yin Yang Sword is a killing sword, and it has no beauty......

Yan Qi was also very excited, the light in his eyes flashed, and his full breasts rose and fell.

"Your Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword matches Han Jiansheng's sword intent very well, I will help you apprentice later." I said.

"Will you take me as an apprentice?"

"Hehe, if you are not even qualified to be his apprentice who was born for the sword, he doesn't have to think about finding an inheritance for himself." I said with a smile.

"Then will you also worship him as a teacher?" Yan Qi asked.

"I'm different from you, I won the championship of the Battle Spirit Martial Arts Arena, and I don't have a choice. The two major sword masters have already competed openly, and I will definitely follow whoever wins. ”

"It seems that we are going to separate, and it is Murong who wins this fight." Yan Qi said lightly.

"Why?"

"Han Jiansheng's swordsmanship focuses on artistic conception, and the higher Han Bing's true intent cultivation, the more he can give full play to his advantages. Murong Sword Saint's swordsmanship is delicate and nuanced, and his affection is endless. The winner of this competition must be Murong. ”

Although Yan Qi's combat power is not as good as mine, his perception of swordsmanship is more thorough than mine.

Sure enough, not long after she finished saying this, Han Yuxue completely gave up attacking, desperately trying to block Murong's falling flowers and flowing water sword intent with cold ice true intent.

However, when it comes to their realm, once they lose the opportunity, it is equivalent to losing the whole game, and Murong will not give him the slightest chance.

"I throw in the towel." Han Yinxue jumped out of the martial arts arena.

"Hehe, it's not easy to win you once." Murong Zixuan smiled like a flower.

Han Yuxue was very depressed, and her talented son refused to learn swordsmanship. If I lost to Murong in the competition, I naturally won't worship him again. In this rookie martial artist selection competition, he won nothing empty-handed.

"Ye Zhiqiu, welcome to join my Ziwei Sword Sect." Murong Zixuan walked up to me and said.

I quickly straightened my clothes and knelt down to salute, my knees had not yet touched the bottom, and she gently held them up with her sword.

"Get up, if you don't have anything important, you can go back to the teacher with me. You have only destroyed the Daogen not long ago, and the sword intent still needs to be completely fused with the body, so this matter cannot be delayed. Murong Zixuan said.

"Senior, can you wait a while, I have some personal matters to deal with." I said.

"Okay." Murong Sword Saint replied.

I took Yan Qi's hand and went back to my brother-in-law first to say goodbye to him. My uncle is very happy for me, and the shine of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword also makes Li He and the descendants of the Li family extremely proud.

I am very grateful to Li He, and the Liuren Yin Yang Sword was taught to me by his uncle. If it weren't for this set of swordsmanship and body protection, I, Ye Zhiqiu, would not know how many times I had died.

It can be said that I can have today's achievements all thanks to the Liuren Yin Yang Sword.

I wanted to express my gratitude to him for making a big salute, but he directly refused.

"Zhiqiu, this is the cause and effect that my Li family owes you, you don't need to be grateful to me. When you comprehend all the nine swords in the future, remember to feast our eyes and see the glory of our ancestors. Li He said.

After saying goodbye, my brother-in-law wanted to return the Golden Snake Sword to me. He said that the Golden Serpent Sword could be reforged into a Martial Killing Sword, but I wasn't prepared to do that. This sword is forged by the infatuation of the Golden Snake Langjun, and I understand his mind as a person of the most affectionate and sexual.

I gave the Golden Snake Sword to my brother-in-law, who originally summoned the soul of Rushuang, and later destroyed his own Zhai Dip Mage Sword, and I owe him a sword.

Although this matter is really fake, I was grateful for my uncle's heart.

After the two Great Sword Saints separated the winners and losers, the people in the Martial Saint Square left one after another, except for those disciples who worshiped the Sect and were still handing over with the examiners.

Sword Saint Han Yuxue didn't leave, saying goodbye to his son. The sects of the two major sword saints, one south and one north, are not in Wushuang City. If Han Bing enters the Ziwei Sword Sect, I am afraid that it will be a long time before the father and son can meet.

Han Yuxue's face was lonely, and her eyes fell on her son, revealing a strong sense of reluctance.

Yan Qi and I came to him and bowed. In this regard, Han Yuxue was not surprised. In Wushuang City, the dignity of the Sword Saint cannot be desecrated, and he has already expressed his willingness to accept disciples before, so I have to express my gratitude to him.

"Your swordsmanship is not below anyone in Wushuang City, but your swordsmanship foundation is weak, and you have not obtained the essence of swordsmanship. In the future, if you follow the Murong Sword Saint, you must guard against arrogance and rashness, and strive to integrate your swordsmanship with your heart. Han Yuxue said. He has been immersed in swordsmanship all his life, and his eyes are vicious, and he can see the flaws in my swordsmanship at a glance.

This six-yin and yang sword was created by Li Chunfeng, and naturally it is incompatible with my heart, and it is precisely because of this that I have not been able to comprehend the ninth sword for a long time.

I bowed down again to express my gratitude, then took Yan Qi's hand and said, "Senior, I have a reluctant request, and I also ask my predecessor to allow me to say it." ”

"Say it."

"My wife's swordsmanship is far superior to mine, and I want to ask my seniors to take her as an apprentice."

"Oh?" Han Yuxue raised her eyes and looked at Yan Qi.

Yan Qi knew that the time had come to show her kendo talent, so she decisively raised her sword and walked into the martial arts arena and began to perform the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword she had created.

The sword light flickered, the Kunlun snow was cold, and the people were beautiful and the sword was cold.

My swordsmanship is strong in the swordsmanship itself, Han Yuxue's swordsmanship focuses on the creation of artistic conception, Murong Zixuan's sword is in the continuous sword style, and Yan Qi's sword completely integrates all the advantages.

The sword moves are domineering, the sword intent is strong, and the sword styles are interlocking and intact.

Although the realm is low, and the swordsmanship of the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword itself is not perfect, this is already the limit of what Yan Qi can do at his age and circumstances.

Han Yuxue didn't care at first, the more he looked at it, the brighter his eyes became, and when Yan Qi's sword intent was heartily displayed, he said excitedly: "Born for the sword, I can't imagine that there are really people born for the sword in this world!" ”

"Are the seniors willing to accept apprentices? My wife's self-created Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, the sword intent is cold, and the sword intent of the predecessors is similar to the sword intent of stepping on the snow and seeking plums. I asked.

"Such a good disciple is rare for a thousand years, but it's a pity that I can't teach the Daomen magic sword. If she is willing to give up Taoism and learn swords, Han is willing to devote his life to leading her into the realm of martial saints. Han Yuxue said with a solemn face.

When he said this, Yan Qi happened to cast the last form of the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, and all the Yuan Qi in his body had already turned into sword intent.

At the moment before retracting the sword, Yan Qi counterattacked the Dantian Qi Sea with sword intent, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The Dao Root, which had been cultivated for more than ten years, was destroyed in this way.

She suffered much more serious backlash than me, I only started to learn the Tao at the age of twenty, Yan Qi was taken to Kunlun Mountain by Chen Yang at a very young age.

"Yan Qi, meet Master!"

Han Yuxue's expression was shocked, and she immediately stretched out her hand to support her, and said: "Today, you worship me as a teacher, and one day I will learn a sword from you, and this apprenticeship will be exempted." ”

"Alas, I thought I finally won against you today, but I didn't want to lose Yan Qi. Ye Zhiqiu, Han Bing, you two have to work hard, don't be thrown too far by Yan Qi! Murong Zixuan said with a long sigh.

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