The sword rose and fell, and the young man's sword had been swung hundreds of times, and he could only smile bitterly when he looked at the figure on the other side who seemed to be more and more excited because of the battle. The sword in his hand was already full of scars, but he still looked like he was shouting at the other side, looking at the appearance of Changming in his hand, Ling Qi gritted his teeth, and the strength in his hand increased a few points.

"Little junior brother's sword is a little strange, why do you block this person's sword move every time, did you see it in advance?" The tall woman in the corner looked at the two people fighting together on the field, but her eyes were attracted by the shining Changming in the young man's hand, but she should have felt happy in the scene, but the woman's heart was a little more worried, the young man's sword had been swung out hundreds of times in these few seconds, each time it was a different sword move, but it was no longer the kind of clumsy imitation before, but a certain sense of familiarity with a sword coming out and a sword falling, the woman remembered, this is the disciple that the master once described to the Taishang she saw.

"Taishang turned into a demon, it is really extraordinary." The little sword god looked at the sword in the young man's hand, his eyes were a little eager, but when he saw the young man's opponent, his expression was a little gloomy. Taishang turned into a demon to seek others rather than himself, turning the front move into a back style, but the young man was so desperate, the other party still looked calm, and it seemed that he was just enjoying a performance of the young man.

Ling Qi's sword came out to the three thousand two hundred and sixty-one, but this time the sword was picked up by the opponent's sword, looking at the other party's seemingly dissatisfied look, the young man smiled bitterly and stepped back, and said to the figure who did not move: "I'm sorry, I can't go out of the real sword." ”

"Changming, it's really a good sword." The other party just looked at the long sword that shimmered in Ling Qi's hand, as if he had some memories, and then retracted his gaze to look at the panting young man and said in a voice, "What kind of sword do you want, I can give it to you." ”

"Your sword is called Wuxin, I'm afraid I haven't found the natal sword, so don't worry about my junior." Ling Qi looked at this somewhat arrogant figure, his heart was a little unhappy, but as soon as the words came out, he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, seeing that the other party was stunned and didn't speak again, the young man even wanted to leave here.

"I just think that kendo seems to be wrong, and the end of kendo should not be only the sword, it should be the only talent." Ling Qi listened to the other party's words, and only felt a little frightened, such words were correct in the world over there, but in the world here, it was a bit rebellious. A sword cultivator doesn't believe in the sword in his hand, and believes in himself who puts down the sword, does he want to say that the era of adults has changed.

"Quiet. The white-clothed woman at the table raised her eyebrows slightly, and her right hand tapped the table to isolate the two people inside, turned her head and saw the tall woman's strange eyes, coughed and explained softly: "Your little junior brother should agree to such a thing, I am now a little worried about whether these two people are a little too indifferent to the will of Wanjian Mountain." ”

Ling Qi felt the coercion of Wan Jian Mountain on him, looked at the tens of thousands of sword shadows suspended above his head, and was already thinking about whether it was better to make a will, and raised his eyes to look at the senior sister below, but saw the tall woman pretending not to see it and dealing with the food on the table.

"Senior, you shouldn't say it even if you are dissatisfied." Ling Qi looked at the opponent on the opposite side who was just looking at the sword shadow in the sky, scratched his hair and asked with a little headache, seeing the other party's crazy temperament, he probably guessed the other party's thoughts, and simply put away Changming and wanted to leave the sword shrine. Just as he was about to take a step out, he saw the swords in the sword mound move, and those famous swords that could not be called floated up, facing Ling Qi, who had spoken disrespectfully to them before, and actually made the young man feel the sense of dislocation of time and space when a person faced the sword master of this world. The young man took a deep breath, then slowly pulled out Chang Ming behind him, feeling the joy of the shuriken, Ling Qi chuckled a few times and said, "Okay, listen to you this time." ”

"Are you really not going to save it?" The little sword god looked at the two women who were still there, and he couldn't figure out what these two people thought, and felt a little sorry for the two sword cultivators on the field, the young man looked down on the world's famous sword masters, and this one was even more powerful, looking down on all the swordsmanship in the world. The man shook his head, took out a token from his arms and was about to crush it, but was stopped by the woman next to him reaching out.

The senior sister looked at the puzzlement in the eyes of the little sword god, and laughed softly: "If Wanjian Mountain really wants to kill these two, it won't be such a big battle, it's just a test of thunder and rain, and you don't need an immortal to make a move." ”

The man put his eyes back on the two people on the field, and saw the scars on the young man's body and the sword qi that was about to collapse, and he was a little incredulous that the judgment of the woman behind him was so accurate, and he turned back to the woman's somewhat smug eyes, coughed and motioned for the other party to explain.

The senior sister looked at Taishang's little junior brother who seemed to be covered in blood, and there was still some distress in her eyes, but her mouth still had the same indifferent tone: "No one knows how many famous swords are buried on Wanjian Mountain, and Taishang's record only mentions that there are two saints buried here, twelve sword immortals, and four hundred and sixty-two sword cultivators." There are so many sword cultivators hidden in the Taishang Sect alone, and it can be seen how much foundation Wanjian Mountain has. With the will of Wanjian Mountain to bring the world's famous swords into one sword, it is easy to destroy two guys who are not immortals. So this is just a test for Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. "There are some words that the tall woman doesn't dare to say, what Wanjian Mountain wants is not these two people, but the sword in their hands.

"Little guy, can't you use the sword of Wanjian Mountain with that sword you said?" The figure wrapped in sword qi was a little embarrassed, but Ling Qi's eyes had been pierced to the point that he couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely felt that the other party's question was not malicious.

Ling Qi blocked the fatal slashes of those famous swords to him, stood with some difficulty, spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and said slowly: "With my current state, do you think I can still get the approval of these famous swords?" ”

"I can, but I need a natal sword." Ling Qi looked at the other party's appearance of not being able to speak, and always felt that the other party was deliberately angry with him, but he raised his eyes and saw that the other party looked very sure under his blurred vision, and asked softly, "Then, where is your natal sword?" ”

"According to rumors, there was a broken sword in the past, which cut off countless famous swords in the world, and the remnants of the famous swords were piled up to create this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain today. And in the Taishang's scriptures, the sword of the Immortal was taken from her heart, so I once wanted to follow her example. There was some loss in the other party's tone, but Ling Qi was a little jumpy to the point that I am my sword, which was a bit ridiculous, and I always felt that this immortal was afraid that he would not also be a stranger!

Ling Qi grinned and wanted to laugh, but such a small action pulled the wound on his body, making the young man almost unable to dodge and be stabbed by the sword. The young man looked at the senior who appeared in front of him and vaguely recognized that it was a woman, and said with a wry smile: "It's really a hero who saves beauty!" ”

"And in the mood to laugh, it seems that you still have the strength to make a sword." The woman helped Ling Qi share the pressure of the sword mound, and took the oil bottle behind her to dodge the lock from the will of Wanjian Mountain. Ling Qi looked at the heroic woman in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

The young man knew that not only this woman, but Wan Jian also wanted to witness his sword, and his previous Taishang Demon had already made Wan Jian have a speculation in his heart, so he forced himself to be so tight, but I was afraid that such a sword would not be used. Looking at Chang Ming, who had broken in his hand, he was a little distressed and a little angry, the sword just now was blocked by it, and without the sword in his hand, how could he get out of the sword in his heart!

"I'll give it to you." The woman in front of her sensed the young man's emotions, looked at Changming, who was broken in two in the young man's arms, frowned slightly, and said softly. The young man just waved his hand and said with some relief: "Where in the world does the eternal light come from, since the night is coming, it is a fate that it cannot break free." ”

The boy looked up at the woman, and saw only those bright eyes, saw the disappointment in those eyes, waved his hand and tried to take out a scroll from his bosom and was about to spread it out.

"Why do you always want to go?" The disappointment in the woman's eyes became deeper and deeper, but the young man couldn't raise the strength to look at it carefully, the excessive bleeding made his perception worse and worse, and the broken sword in his mind reminded him to go quickly, although his heart was full of unwillingness, thinking of those people who met in this life, he didn't dare to die here like this.

"You didn't come to me to fight me." Ling Qi took out the scroll with some difficulty, raised his eyes to look at the woman beside him, and asked with some puzzlement.

"My intuition tells me that my natal sword is in this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, I thought I would see it on you, but now it seems that I probably read it wrong." Listening to the ridicule in the other party's words, Ling Qi wanted to justify something, but he didn't say it in the end, maybe he really didn't agree with the sword.

"See it in me." Ling Qi repeated a sentence with some self-deprecation, then pulled out the light shadow long sword from his back, and said half-jokingly, "You are not talking about my Senior Sister Xia's light shadow sword, or is it a imitation drawn from the sword in your dream." As he spoke, Ling Qi pulled out another long sword from his back and stuck the two swords on the ground, a little self-defeating.

The woman's eyes were a little stunned, she saw the mark behind the young man, and asked with some hesitation, "What is ...... behind you?"

"That mark, a shackle that a little fox gave me." Ling Qi was not surprised by the woman's reaction, since he had seen the Demon Clan's holy maiden, he could naturally guess who he was talking about. After speaking, looking at the woman who had fallen silent, the young man shook his head, wanting to withdraw the two long swords stuck in the ground.

"Give me the sword."

When the woman's words came, Ling Qi sighed and handed over the long sword in his arms again, but was grabbed by his arm by a hand. Ling Qi tried to break free, but met the woman's burning eyes, sighed lightly and said, "Do you want me to make an unintentional imitation?" ”

"Yes."