"When-" "When-" The continuous collision made Ling Qi's palms a little sore, looking at the slow-breathing figure in front of him, the young man was a little helpless, and then pulled out a long sword from behind him and rushed towards the figure again.

"What is, what sword?" The little sword god in the corner looked at this another long sword similar to the sword just now, and looked at the two women beside him with some confusion, the senior sister had a light smile on her face, looked at the woman in white on the side and smiled and said: "It seems that you have given not only a light shadow, but also more than half of your own Dao, what's the matter, you have taken a fancy to my junior brother, so do you want me to help you talk about matchmaking?" ”

"It's just that the little guy himself has learned from my sword those things that are not worth mentioning, and the little guy is only doing this to make it easier for the opponent to catch his flaws." As soon as Senior Sister Xia finished speaking, the sword in Ling Qi's hand was picked off, looking at the trace of disappointment in the other party's eyes, Ling Qi spread his hands and replied with a wry smile: "It seems that I lost this time." ”

"Go on." The other party was a little unyielding, pinching Ling Qi's sword back in front of him, looking at the young man's eyes with a bit of expectation and hope, and this hand also made the onlookers a little dumbfounded: "This can't be the resonance of the sword body, from now on the resonance of the sword body to which all swords are subordinate." ”

"It's still a little short, but it's already half a foot in that realm." The little sword god on the side was also a little surprised, looked at the scar on his wrist, and then looked at the figure standing on the field, shook his head with a wry smile, took a cup of tea and drank it, and heard the woman in white next to him analyze a little calmly: "This is because I don't want to step into this realm, and I don't seem to be very satisfied with such a sword." ”

"Ahem-this is not satisfied, is she begging for ......" The little sword god was choked by the woman's words, and replied a little angrily, but just halfway through the words, he looked at the figure with some hesitation, looked at the other party wrapped in sword qi, sighed and sat back.

"Xia Qinghan, you said that the little sword god has lost confidence, and if the sword cultivator can't find the target of swinging the sword, it will miss his cultivation." The woman eating pastries on the side said with a sense of schadenfreude, but this sentence made the little sword god on the side a little more embarrassed except for his face, and he couldn't comfort him.

"The little junior brother has admitted defeat, isn't this one going to let go?" The senior sister swallowed a mouthful of pastry, looked at the appearance of being pressed by the sword momentum in front of the hall and couldn't move, and said with some dissatisfaction, only the woman in white explained helplessly: "Senior Brother Ling has never produced a real sword at all, what he has been doing is to turn the sword moves he sees into a sword that he understands, so this young man who has been forced to really use the sword should not let it go." ”

"Aren't you not cultivating swords?" The senior sister stuffed pastries in her mouth, and her speech was a little blurred, but as soon as she finished speaking, she thought of something and looked at the woman in white beside her apologetically.

"Don't care, and under the guidance of this Senior Brother Ling, I have already found the path I want, so let that competition pass!" The woman in white looked indifferent, which made the senior sister who was thinking of apologizing a little embarrassed, looking at the woman who was drinking with a teacup, and then glanced at the light shadow sword in the little junior brother's hand, laughed a few times and stopped saying anything.

Ling Qi, who was pressed by an incomparably heavy sword momentum and couldn't get up, looked at the figure holding the long sword in front of him, smiled a little helplessly, and then said with a little apology: "I promise you, when I really think about my own way, I will come to fight with you and never break my word." ”

"Okay, so let's take out the sword." The figure on the other side nodded, but did not untie Ling Qi's restraints, and the words carried this kind of scoundrel tone that made Ling Qi have a little headache. The young man looked at this figure that seemed to be a little excited, and explained softly: "That, senior, I mean that today's game is over, and I admit defeat." ”

The figure in front of him was slightly stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young man in front of him who was holding his forehead and seemed to have a headache and said, "Okay, I accept it." Ling Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he heard this answer, and then he heard the figure and said, "So, the next thing is my challenge to you." ”

"Senior, don't you think it's a bit of a bully!" Ling Qi took a deep breath, then suppressed the anger in his heart, repeatedly reminding himself that he couldn't beat him, and said slowly: "My predecessor has already reached the Six Realms, and I already have a Natal Sword, and I am a monk who has just entered the Three Realms, and I have not cultivated my own Natal Sword. Don't you think it's a little unfair to your seniors? ”

The figure on the opposite side was silent for a while after hearing Ling Qi's words, looking at the young man in front of her who made her a little itchy, he shook his head and explained softly: "Wuxin, it's not my natal sword. ”

"Isn't it, hahaha, I don't even deserve her to take out the natal sword." The little sword god in the corner lost his mind for a while when he heard this, and then with a sad look on his face, he took out a jar of immortal brew from the storage bag and drank it to himself.

"Speaking of which, how much does Xiao Xia know about this person?" The senior sister on the side asked with some curiosity Xia Qinghan, who was still looking light and breezy on the side. The woman in white frowned slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied with what the other party called her, but looking at the figure on the field who seemed to have only a sword in her eyes, she sighed and said: "When I saw this, I was already in the Dao Yuan Realm, but at that time, this was just a sword idiot disciple in the Asking Love Peak, you and this one are on the same battlefield, shouldn't you know more than me?" ”

"When I saw this, he was already wrapped in sword qi like a hedgehog, and because he had made too many military exploits, it was a little difficult to investigate him, not to mention that this was a disciple of Asking Love Peak, it seems that this is the only disciple who has not gone wrong!" Senior Sister's words were filled with emotion, there are many madmen in Taishang, and those who ask Qingfeng are even more infatuated with things, either they become chattering, or they have a stinky face that others owe him money, this is already the most normal one among these madmen.

It's just that the chatter of the two women tacitly avoided his identity and didn't say it, so that the little sword god who stretched out his ears to hear if there was gossip felt like a cat scratching it, just turned his head slightly and met the mocking smile of the woman with the sword box on his back, which made the little sword god who usually boasted of being a handsome man have a trace of embarrassment on his face.

The conversation in the corner did not affect the two people facing each other on the field, Ling Qi originally thought that this person would be bored to leave here as long as he didn't agree, but he didn't expect the other party to sit opposite him like this when he looked at him indifferently, took out a pot of wine from the storage bag and took a sip.

Ling Qi looked at this familiar wine, raised his eyebrows, and asked softly, "Have you been to the Demon Clan?" ”

"Passing by there, their holy daughter heard that I had come to Wanjian Mountain, and specially gave me a pot." The figure on the opposite side looked at the wine jug in his hand, looked at the somewhat excited young man a little strangely, and explained softly.

Ling Qi listened to this answer, understood what the little fox meant, and said a little helplessly: "Can you give me some time, I need a sword that can satisfy me, and a sword that can make you have no regrets." ”

"You're going in." The drunken figure looked at the young man who suddenly became serious, got up and asked, and then looked at these onlookers who seemed a little excited because of his words, and swung a sword as if he was a little dissatisfied. A sword qi cut through the ground, and also shattered the magic weapons in the hands of many people, looking at these onlookers who finally stopped coming forward, the figure nodded, and then turned to the stunned young man and said, "I'll wait for you." ”

Ling Qi's reaction was already a little blank, and he mechanically turned around and walked towards the palace behind him.

Then under the surprised expressions of the onlookers, the palace disappeared, and what came into view was a sword mound, and there were sharp eyes to see that there seemed to be some swords that had been famous for many years in the sword mound, and they were also inserted in this sword mound like this, which made some sword cultivators' faces a little more red, but just as they were about to take a step, they felt a sharp sword aura, and then they came to their senses and laughed a few times and retreated.

Ling Qi walked on the cemetery of this sword, looked at these famous swords that he had seen in the library pavilion, smiled, and retreated. The young man looked at the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain on his head, and said with a little sarcasm: "Is this what you call Ten Thousand Swords, record the world's famous swords into a sword, and let these famous swords serve as your foil for Ten Thousand Swords Mountain." ”

The senior sister in the corner had stars in her eyes, and said with complacency: "Little junior brother really shouldn't be a sword cultivator!" ”

"Yes, what Sword Cultivation seeks is to have a clear mind, not to really be brainless!" The little sword god also nodded in agreement, he felt a little disdainful of these famous swords, it is his own sword cultivation that cultivates his own, and other people's sword dao is not his own after all, if he relies on other people's sword path to step up to a level, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to understand it.

Ling Qi picked up the uncle who seemed to be asleep, picked up the Changming, and walked back to the sword mound again, only this time the young man saw a black figure blocking his way, looking at this figure full of danger, Ling Qi smiled and asked out loud: "So Wanjian Mountain thinks that Changming is not worthy?" ”

"Changming climbed the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain through your sword path, so he is naturally unworthy." The black figure looked at the stubborn young man in front of him, shook his head and said.

"Then this sword of mine is Changming." Ling Qi looked at this sword mound with some disappointment, looked at these famous swords that seemed to be able to wake up again, and looked at these guys who actually wanted to preach through the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, Ling Qi sighed, and then put the uncle on this cemetery in front of the figure and lit it on a new grave.

"Are you sure you're using Changming, not Lightshadow?" The figure on the opposite side looked at the person in front of him with this not very sharp long sword with some curiosity, he looked down at Wuxin in his hand, and was a little unsure whether his next sword would ruin the young man's dream.

"Senior, let's take out the sword, Changming is not in the body, it can withstand it, and I can withstand it."

"Okay."

Unintentionally swords, slashing thousands.

The ever-bright sword fell, burning out the embers.