The promotion of the Qingyuan Sword was not achieved overnight, the sound that resounded through the Lonely Mountain, and the sword sound that shook the entire Flowing Fire Palace was just because this sword had condensed a complete spirituality, and it would take a little time for the transformation of the sword body.

In the palace on the top of the mountain, after the clear sound of the sword dissipated, Qingyuan's tremor did not stop.

Feeling the emotions transmitted from the long sword, Lin Chenxing's palm loosened, and Qing Yuan was suspended in the air like this, and then gradually stabilized, and finally stopped in front of him.

This kind of situation is far from being comparable to ordinary Treasure Iron-level blades, at least, the pair of combat boots that Wei Long once gave do not have such mysteries, and those combat boots are also considered to be the absolute best in the Treasure Iron Grade.

Without much delay, Lin Chenxing was like a blessing to his heart, his hands dragged the long sword, and the true yuan in his body was like the Yangtze River, surging out, and all of them were submerged into the Qingyuan Sword.

The Qingyuan Sword trembled slightly, as if it was happy, and then saw mysterious blood-colored runes lit up on the sword body, which were engraved by Lin Chenxing with his own essence blood when he first practiced this sword.

At this time, as more and more True Yuan was absorbed by Qing Yuan, those blood-colored runes lit up one after another, bright, but not dazzling, from within them, Lin Chenxing could sense the dependence between the bloodlines.

Finally, when the last blood-colored rune lit up, all the runes shook in unison, and all of them collapsed in an instant, but they did not disappear, but turned into the sword body again.

It was also at this moment that an extremely sharp intent emanated from the Qingyuan Sword, but when it was about to touch Lin Chenxing's body, it turned into a finger twisting softness.

"That's it!"

A smile lifted up at the corner of his mouth, Lin Chenxing stretched out his hand, and Qing Yuan's spiritual autonomy jumped into his hand.

Looking closely, I saw that the Qingyuan Sword at this time had undergone some obvious and subtle changes.

The original Qingyuan was forged by Lin Chenxing with a hammer, and the styles of the sword body, sword grid, and sword handle were relatively simple, and there were no fine lines.

Now, although the whole sword still adheres to the simple and simple style, some subtleties have become much more refined, and from an aesthetic point of view, it is not on the same level as the original appearance, like a masterpiece.

Holding a few sword flowers casually, Lin Chenxing was very satisfied.

Originally, it was a natal sword weapon, and he had already condensed his spiritual sense, so he refined it instantly.

In the next moment, the Qingyuan Sword turned into a stream of light and submerged into his body, appearing in the sea of qi, and also squeezed away the Wind Annihilation and Xuanyue Armor, levitating directly above Yuan Dan.

"You're overbearing!"

Noticing this scene in the sea of qi, Lin Chenxing chuckled, ignored it no longer, and then got up and walked out of the palace.

Because of the previous orders, there was no attendant in the palace on the top of the mountain, and there was no one on the top of the mountain at this time except him.

Even if everyone in the Flowing Fire Palace sensed the movement on the top of the mountain, no one dared to rush to the top to investigate.

The lonely mountain is not majestic and precipitous, and even the temperature on the top of the mountain is not much lower than that of the ground, it is embellished with greenery, and the scenery is not bad, but Lin Chenxing is not interested.

The joy of the breakthrough of the soul power and the natal sword weapon is in the past, people always have to look to the future, and what he is thinking about at this time is the follow-up cultivation.

At this moment, he has condensed his spiritual sense, and the fusion of his own sword, wind, and thunder three true intent prototypes is almost complete, and he has already stepped into the realm of clear knowledge, as long as he polishes it a little, he can break through at any time, and it doesn't even take much effort to achieve it.

It's just that in the dark, Lin Chenxing feels that there is a trace of regret, and it is not complete.

This feeling suddenly appeared after his soul power broke through and condensed into a body, like a sudden whim.

It stands to reason that to be able to fuse the three true intent prototypes, Lin Chenxing's foundation is already extremely solid, and there are few people in the history of Qingyang Sect.

This is what Venerable Qingyu has praised, saying that his fusion is clear in priority and secondary, and the monarch and the minister are in harmony, which can be regarded as perfect.

It's just that now, when he was about to break through the realm of consciousness, there was such an accident.

After a long time, Lin Chenxing stopped, raised his head slightly, looked at the clear and clear blue sky, and whispered, "Is it you?" ”

At this moment, a wisp of fresh wind blew past his ears, bringing up a few strands of black hair.

Retracting his gaze, Lin Chenxing no longer walked aimlessly on the top of the mountain, but came to the edge of the cliff where he used to practice swords.

"It seems that my sword has something superfluous, and something missing......"

"So, what's more?"

"What is less?"

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Lin Chenxing's eyes were slightly closed, and the scenes after stepping into the path of martial arts skipped through his mind, there were battles and meditations.

Although he has the help of the Reincarnation Temple, all his abilities are cultivated by his own moves, and his main cultivation path does not completely depend on the Reincarnation Temple, and he has never received an empowerment-style filling, nor has he ever added any attributes.

Perhaps, it is slower and more time-consuming, but ...... Every bit of it is practiced! If you cultivate it yourself, you can really count it as your own.

It's just that what is more in his sword path?

What's missing?

After thinking about it for a long time, I still found nothing, and I didn't have a clue.

Simply, Lin Chenxing practiced swordsmanship with Qingyuan on the edge of the cliff.

Starting from the basic swordsmanship, this is the first real swordsmanship he got, and it is also the real foundation, one move and one style, all of which have been polished for countless years;

Then there is the 'Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind', which was obtained in the Weiyuan Dart Bureau of Jingyang City, which is considered an unpopular swordsmanship, but it is also the first swordsmanship he obtained in the Youying Realm.

'Nine Swords of Xuanzhen'

'Tempest Swordsmanship'

'Fog and Rain Swordsmanship'

.....

A door sword technique was unfolded in Lin Chenxing's hands, not slow or sick, and it had its own charm.

To this day, he has mastered a large number of swordsmanship, no matter how high or low the rank, there are no less than hundreds.

It's just that since he anchored his kendo path, he turned these swordsmanship into food, into kendo perceptions, and integrated them into the 'Qingyang Nine Swords', and rarely used them against the enemy on weekdays.

Now, he uses swordsmanship as a guide to re-realize his own kendo path, and he has another understanding, such as dreaming back to the past, and like staying out of the matter and being a bystander.

Unconsciously, Lin Chenxing fell into a mysterious and mysterious situation, as if there was no self and nothing.

......

At some point, the clear blue sky gradually darkened, and a layer of clouds and mist pressed down from the sky dome and covered the top of the lonely mountain.

The cold wind gradually rose, and then the rapid churning clouds flashed with blazing light, followed by a rumbling sound.

The change in the sky did not change the excitement and excitement of the people in the Flowing Fire Palace, and their words were full of awe and worship for the mysterious palace master.

Hongxu, who has been stationed in the Flowing Fire Palace all the year round, is also facing the position of the peak, his eyes are full of reverence and longing, with his current cultivation, he can barely feel the sword intent overflowing from the top of the mountain, even if he has been using a knife.

"If Wu Chang is here, I'm afraid I won't be shaking excitedly!"

......

Lin Chenxing didn't know about the situation in the Flowing Fire Palace, he was now completely immersed in his own world, immersed in the world of swordsmanship.

Until a certain moment, a blazing white lightning bolt that seemed to tear the heavens and the earth pierced the sky, silently, but with a destructive power, it slashed into the void directly above Lin Chenxing.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, as if all the sounds were frozen by this lightning.

However, between the breaths, a rumbling sound came from the depths of the heavenly dome, more and more vibrating, more and more terrifying, as if a demon god roared between heaven and earth.

Lightning flashes, and thunder!

At this moment, there seemed to be a light in Lin Chenxing's mind, tearing through the layers of fog, allowing him to see the trace of redundancy and the trace of regret in his sword path.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Qing Yuan closed and held it upside down, Lin Chenxing reached out his left hand, palm upward.

At this moment, there happened to be a drop of rain dropping, hovering in the palm of the hand.

With his five fingers folded together and the first drop of this rain clenched, Lin Chenxing looked up at the sky and said softly: "I understand, thank you!" ”

Another wisp of wind blew through Lin Chenxing's ears in the torrential rain, holding up a few strands of his black hair.

In the next moment, there were countless crystal clear water droplets between heaven and earth, and... It's rain!

Rain comes from water, but water is not everything.

It was born in the sky, returned to the earth, 'lightning' opened the way, 'thunder' sent off, and 'wind' always accompanied by!

"Wind", "rain", "thunder" and "electricity", they always accompany each other, and occasionally seem to be deficient, but in fact, it is just that the world is blindfolded and does not see the true face.

On the edge of the cliff, Lin Chenxing gathered his breath and let the rain surround and soak him.

Then, he drew his sword!

If you look closely, it is the 'Fog and Rain Sword Technique', which is the first sword technique he cultivated to the realm of perfection.

That time, he took down a Count of the Realm of Knowledge, although there were people who swept the formation, although the opponent had long since run out of oil, although the last blow was not his......

The fate of the world is wonderful!

For three days and two nights, on the lonely mountain, the rain has not stopped, but it shows its various forms.

Weak and silent a moment ago, but raging after leaning less;

In a blink of an eye, it looks like everyone's ladies, and in an instant, it looks like a wild bee and a butterfly;

......

This rain has become a spectacle in the small world of flowing fire, but unfortunately it is a swan song, and no one can have the honor to see it.

It falls for the man at the top of the lonely mountain!