Feng Xueqing was about to ask, but the next moment, he suddenly stopped. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because Li Qinglian didn't seem to be hurt in any way, instead, the Qinglian Sword appeared directly in his hand.

However, Li Qinglian did not move, but directly closed her eyes, sat down under the archway, and inserted the Qinglian sword in her hand to the side.

Feng Xueqing also looked at the word "One Sword Flying Immortal", but she helplessly found that no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't find anything, except for those words that were very charming and disciplined, she couldn't find any other special features.

This may just be an opportunity that belongs to him alone, and since this is the case, then I will help him protect the Dharma.

Subsequently, a sword also appeared in Feng Xueqing's hand, concentrating and guarding beside Li Qinglian, although at this moment, there are no other Xuan Xiu here, but since they can come here, who knows if there will be other Xuan Xiu who can also come.

At this moment, Li Qinglian didn't know about Feng Xueqing's situation at all, or that his Xuan Soul had entered another world.

It was a vast starry sky, and Li Qinglian was standing in the starry sky.

In front of him, there was a middle-aged man dressed in white, the man was floating out of the dust, holding a long sword in his hand.

The middle-aged man seemed to be only a condensation of energy, not a real life form, but the aura exuded from his body was as if his real person was standing in front of Li Qinglian.

And the next moment, the figure moved directly, and a sword shadow followed, he didn't seem to be practicing the sword, but dancing the sword, his movements began to be very slow, and it looked a little messy, but the more he went to the back, the faster he became.

At this moment, Li Qinglian suddenly remembered a sentence, and its shape was like a frightening dragon, like a swimming dragon, as if it was like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind.

"There are three styles of swordsmanship here, and I have practiced each style three times, you can see it. Just when Li Qinglian was out of her mind, a voice sounded directly.

Li Qinglian looked up and found that the middle-aged man opposite was nodding at him.

"Is the senior talking to me?"

"Yes, I don't have much time, and if we have a chance, we'll see each other again. ”

The next moment, the man moved directly, and Li Qinglian concentrated all the Xuan Souls, watching the other party's every movement intently, even the slightest detail He didn't let go.

"The first type, the clouds cover the moon!"

The first sword came out, and countless sword shadows connected into a piece of blue light, as if the green clouds were obscuring the moon in the sky.

"The second style, the wind returns to the snow!"

The second sword came out, and countless cyan clouds were directly blown away by the wind, and the snowflakes condensed by the sword qi swirled and flew in all directions.

"The third type, a sword flying immortal!"

The third sword came out, everything disappeared, and the middle-aged man flew directly to the full moon in the sky with a sword, at this moment, it was really like an immortal flying up.

The first time, Li Qinglian held the Qinglian Sword, but it was only able to do the form.

And by the second time, he was already able to do a little bit of god-likeness.

By the time it was the third time, Li Qinglian had already understood some of the implications.

And after the middle-aged man finished performing it for the third time, it was really like an immortal had ascended, and he completely disappeared into this world.

"Thank you for the kendo-mystical skills taught by your predecessors. Li Qinglian bowed respectfully into the void.

Although the other party is not his master, he has done the master's business on his behalf.

"There is no unified name for these three styles of swordsmanship, and the last style is the most important, if the last style is enlightened, the first two styles can be abandoned, but the last style is to rely on the first two styles to understand. These were the last words the middle-aged man left for him.

A moment later, Li Qinglian suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a sword-dancing figure in his eyes.

And the next moment, the Qinglian Sword beside Li Qinglian directly arrived in his hand.

At the same time, the shadow of the sword appeared, the green clouds covered the moon, the wind returned to the snow, and a sword flew to the immortals.

The three swordsmanship techniques were all unleashed by him one by one.

Feng Xueqing on the side looked at the beautiful eyes flashing, she didn't expect that a ruin of Wang Xuanjing's Xuan Xiu could have such a subtle sword inheritance.

"This swordsmanship was passed on to me by a senior just now, I have practiced it a few times, and you can learn it too. After Li Qinglian practiced on one side, she looked at Feng Xueqing and said.

The senior didn't say that this set of swordsmanship could be passed on, so Li Qinglian naturally wouldn't have reservations about Feng Xueqing.

"Since that senior only passed on to you, I don't have to learn it, and besides, this set of swordsmanship mystical techniques has not been taught by that senior himself, so even if I want to learn it, I may not be able to learn it. Feng Xueqing shook her head.

Li Qinglian saw Feng Xueqing's refusal, and he didn't insist, he was just thinking that after he was fully proficient in the future, he would teach this set of swordsmanship to Feng Xueqing.

Then the two of them walked directly inside, although there were still three courtyards behind, but Li Qinglian didn't find any other places.

The courtyard of Sanjin is very wide, and there is a school for teaching and a martial arts arena for sword practice.

It's just that no one seems to have been here for a long time, and there is gradually dust inside.

However, when you enter the courtyard at the rear, you will see a hall facing the courtyard gate.

There seemed to be a statue enshrined in the temple, and the light emanated from the temple.

As soon as the two entered the hall, Li Qinglian was first attracted not by the crystal ball that emitted bright light, but by the lifelike statue.

Because this statue is not someone else, the middle-aged man who taught him the mystical skills of kendo before the official.

Li Qinglian bowed respectfully to the statue three times before getting up.

Then he looked at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball, Li Qinglian is no stranger, it is really a memory crystal.

Then in the memory crystal, there were scenes flashing.

This scene records most of a person's life.

And this person is the person of this temple statue, Sword Immortal Li Taibai.

He was born in Qinglian Village, Taoyuan Town, and his father was a small businessman.

He studied in the school since he was a child, and then he learned profound knowledge, and became the most famous talent of the year.

In the end, he was given money and released.

In the end, he looked down on officialdom and devoted himself to practicing and seeking the Tao, and only began to practice in his thirties.

However, because he passed by Qinglian Mountain that year, he got a sword, and finally cultivated to travel thousands of miles a day, and opened a sect, becoming the founder of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

And the Qinglian Sword Sect back then, when Li Taibai was alive, the former Qinglian Sword Sect was extremely brilliant, and it was the first of the ten mysteries of good and evil in the Eastern Continent of the Xuanhuang Continent.

It's just that Li Taibai finally left the Qinglian Sword Sect later, and as for where he went, there was no record in this memory crystal.

The only record is that the Xuanhuang Continent seemed to have been invaded by some kind of alien race, and after that battle, Li Taibai disappeared.

After Li Qinglian and Feng Xueqing looked at the memory crystal, they felt a lot.

And what shocked Li Qinglian the most was that the sword that Li Taibai got in the Qinglian Sword Sect back then was the Qinglian Sword in his hand now. (To be continued.) )