readx;?? Although Ji Wanling's words were a little sharper, and there was a lot of competitiveness in them, what she said was indeed good. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qinglin had a feeling that the Heaven Slashing Sword was not something that could be picked up by the cultivation realm of the first-level territory.

In other words, the Sky Slashing Sword, under the Supreme, can't pick it up!

Like Ji Wanling, with the strength of the True Emperor, casting the Heaven Cutting Sword is an insult to the Heaven Cutting Sword.

The 100,000-zhang long sky-shattering sword was broken by Qinglin, which was a great grievance for the Heaven Slashing Sword.

"It is rumored that the Nine Swords of the Emperor are not the things of the first-level territory, but the Heavenly Pavilion is obtained from the second-level class map, or even the third-level territory, and now it seems that this is really the case. "Qinglin Road.

"This is only the ninth sword. Ji Wanling opened her mouth, a few short words, but it showed the strength of the Nine Swords of the Emperor.

The ninth sword is so strong that it is impossible to imagine how strong the third sword, the second sword, and even the first sword should be?

"Alright, let's go inside. ”

Ji Wanling nodded towards Qing Ning, and stepped out, her slender and fiery figure was directly integrated into the monstrous sword.

Soul Sword glanced at Qinglin, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ji Wanling is reluctant to deal with Qinglin because she feels angry in her heart, but she is unwilling to take care of herself, that is, she looks down on her completely!

After bowing down and clenching his fists towards Qinglin, the soul sword also entered the sword.

"Daddy, let's go in too?" Qing Ning stood in front of Qing Lin and said with a smile.

"Hmm. Qinglin nodded.

"That's right......"

Qing Ning suddenly spoke, and after Qinglin's footsteps stopped, he said: "Daddy, in fact, I think Ji Wanling is not bad, she looks so beautiful, and her talent and cultivation are worthy of you, if you are willing...... I won't have an opinion, I believe that my mother is under Jiuquan, and I will feel relieved to know that someone will take care of you for her. ”

Qing Lin didn't expect Qing Ning to say these words, his eyes widened: "You little girl, what do you think about all day long? Cultivation alone isn't enough to waste your time, right?"

"But Ning'er just thinks it's ......"

"What do you think?"

Qinglin pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Take care of your own affairs, as for me, you don't have to worry about it." Also, if you find me a son-in-law in the future, you must pass my pass first, and if you can't pass it, you can't do it if you want to. So, you better think about yourself first!"

When the words fell, Qinglin's figure flashed, and he directly entered the sword.

Qing Ning grew her mouth, stood in place for a while, and suddenly giggled: "Daddy, can you really change the topic...... If you really don't want to, why do you run so fast?"

......

"Wow!"

The light curtain flickered, the dazzling light dissipated, and Qinglin found that this was a special space.

In this space, except for Ji Wanling and Soul Sword, who were already sitting cross-legged, all of them were ...... Sword!

All sorts of swords!

However, these swords are not physical, they are only illusory, and most of them are incomplete, some are only one-tenth the size, some are one-eighth, some have only one tip, and some have only one hilt.

These remnant swords surrounded all around, and the number was too large to count, as if they were the stars in the sky, at least more than ten million.

But even if they were mutilated, these broken swords still exuded an extremely sharp aura, and it was obvious that they were all swords before they were mutilated.

Ji Wanling and Soul Sword were already sitting cross-legged, their eyes slightly closed, as if they were understanding.

Qinglin groaned, and also sat down cross-legged.

The moment he sat down, a voice suddenly sounded in Qinglin's mind.

"What is a sword? How to become a sword? Condense a sword, the spirit will pass on to you, and become the way of the sword. ”

Qing Lin was stunned for a moment, this voice was ethereal, but it was real, and it didn't ring in his ears, it appeared directly in his mind.

Almost immediately, he suddenly realized that this was the sword spirit of the Sky Slashing Sword.

This is the real sword spirit, like human wisdom, beyond human cultivation strength.

In Qinglin's opinion, if this sword spirit can leave the body, I am afraid that just the strength of the sword spirit will not be able to compete with him.

Even if you cast the Emperor God Phantom and the Emperor God Space, and take out the Phantom Flow Nightmare and the Archery God Bow, it won't work!

The Nine Swords of the Emperor are really too strong.

"Condense a sword ......," Qinglin muttered.

He understood the meaning of these words, surrounded by broken swords, this sword spirit, to allow him to condense a real, unbroken long sword.

"The remnants of the sword here, although they are all mutilated, are also divided into levels, and a grade is given for the time being, which is ordinary, low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and superb. ”

Qing Lin's eyes flickered, and he could feel the aura emanating from these remnant swords, some strong, some weak, some extremely weak, and some extremely strong.

This sword spirit only said that he wanted to condense the long sword, but he didn't say what level of condensation, but Qing Lin felt that the more he condensed the high-level long sword, the higher the sword path taught by this sword spirit, as if it was a reward.

After a moment of silence, Qinglin's palm stretched out, and a remnant sword in the distance, which was only one-third in size, was immediately fixed in mid-air.

The remnant sword seemed to have a spirit, struggling to escape from Qinglin's palm, but Qinglin snorted coldly, Diwei unfolded, grabbed it with his big hand, and the remnant sword immediately came down honestly and came to Qinglin's face.

"Condense the ...... of the Long Sword"

Qinglin muttered: "It's not refining, it's condensing, there is no material and no material, how to condense?"

"Daddy, the way of the sword is in my heart. At this moment, Qing Ning walked in.

Qinglin smiled and said, "My father knows that the way of the sword is in his heart, but knowing and understanding are the difference between heaven and earth." ”

"When it comes to the law, Ning'er can't help Daddy. Qing Ning said.

"Haha, if your father needs you for everything, what else can he do?"

Qinglin waved his hand, laughed, and said: "You go to enlightenment, but my father wants to compare with you, and see if a year later, between you and my father and daughter, who can comprehend more?"

"It must be Ning'er!" Qing Ning clenched her fists.

She is very confident in Qinglin, but compared to Qinglin, Qingning is going to be coquettish.

After Qing Ning began to comprehend, Qing Lin frowned and looked at the remnant sword in front of him, silent.

......

When monks cultivate, the years are like sand between their fingers, passing in the blink of an eye.

There is a big gap between cultivation and enlightenment.

Cultivation may only take one day, but enlightenment can be spent years, decades, or even centuries in the blink of an eye.

Qinglin was pondering, and in the blink of an eye, January had passed.

At this moment, the figures of Ji Wanling, Qing Ning, and Soul Sword had all left this place, obviously entering the eighth sword, the Immortal Sword.

The talent of the three of them is really terrifying.

And here in Qinglin, he still held the piece of the broken sword in his hand, staring at it with his eyes, and he didn't know about the departure of the three people.