The boy did not see the hand that the woman had stretched out to him, not for the sword in his arms, but for him as a person. Being pulled over by a woman and held in his arms made Ling Qi feel a little misplaced, and after struggling a few times, he only got a soft snort of some displeasure from the woman, and the young man said helplessly: "That, senior, if you let me help you imitate Wuxin, you don't have to do this!" ”

The woman just looked at him, and then said with some hesitation: "If I told you that my sword was hidden on your body, would you give it to me?" Ling Qi then realized that what the woman said was not hiding in her body was not playing a dumb riddle, but really hiding it in her body, and replied cautiously: "If I say not to give it, my predecessors have no intention of letting me go!" ”

"Sword cultivation has a clear mind, I won't force you to do such a thing." The woman's answer was still the same as if there was no fluctuation, but under Ling Qi's blurred vision, only the woman's eyes seemed to be a little gloomy. Ling Qi smiled bitterly in his heart, people chased tens of thousands of miles just for that sword, it didn't seem to be good for him not to give it, and he actually had some disgust with the sword in his heart, and the sword that pierced his body also shattered all his beautiful illusions in the immortal cultivation world.

Ling Qi looked at the sword formation in front of him that was blocked by the woman, sighed and asked, "I'll give you the sword, can you let me get permission from Ten Thousand Swords Mountain?" ”

"I can try." The woman's answer was not so sure, which made Ling Qi feel a little emotional, sword cultivation is really dead-headed, at this time, I should agree to give myself a little confidence, so that I am really willing to let you take the sword!

Ling Qi looked at the giant sword that gradually condensed in the sky, a little frightened and a little excited, sat up and looked at the woman in front of him who was holding a sword and facing ten thousand swords, and sighed softly, I owe you sword cultivation, I know that the rejection of the sword in my heart is correct. The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up tremblingly, looked at the woman in front of him with his back to him, and asked softly, "Okay, I promise, how are you going to take out that sword." ”

"Ahem-" Ling Qi looked at the long sword inserted in his chest, although he knew that this was probably some kind of ritual, he still looked at the woman in front of him with some disbelief, is it not good for me to remind me to be mentally prepared, I have to insert it without saying a word. Ling Qi waved his hand, signaling that the senior sister in the audience was fine, reluctantly squeezed out a smile, looked at the woman in front of him who seemed to be a little hesitant, and said, "Go on." ”

The woman stretched out her right hand and inserted it into the wound left by the long sword, to Ling Qi's surprise, he thought that he would scream out because of the severe pain, but the other party's somewhat gentle method actually made him feel a little comfortable and wanted to fall asleep on the spot. The woman held the young man, who had a hard time even opening his eyes, with a determined expression on her face, and then pulled out a long sword from Ling Qi's chest. The sword was three feet and six minutes long, and its whole body was black, because it was stained with Ling Qi's blood, it seemed that this long sword was a little demonic.

The young man tugged at the woman's chest for a long time, raised his eyes to look at the long sword pulled out of his body, and said half-jokingly: "Does this count me as your sword!" ”

The woman looked at the long sword in her hand in silence, as if she was still in a trance. After hearing Ling Qi's words, he came back to his senses, only to see the blood-stained clothes on his chest that had been ravaged by Ling Qi and frowned, which made Ling Qi on the side explain in a bit of a panic: "I really didn't mean to take advantage of you, uh, forget it, the explanation feels like a quibble, you start lightly." ”

"No, I'm just a little clean." Listening to the woman's answer, Ling Qi was a little stunned, standing there and struggling to open his eyes to confirm something, only to find that the woman in front of him was still wearing a veil, stretched out his hand to take off the veil, but suddenly came to his senses and shook his head, sighed and said: "I'm not the same as that peak master, you are not her, you are not her!" ”

The woman's eyes were a little curious, looking at the little beast in front of her who was injured and holding herself, and her heart softened, and she reached out and tore off the veil on her face. Ling Qi looked at this appearance that was no less than that of the peak master and master, but the loss in his heart was a little worse, and after thinking about it, he wanted to leave here, and as soon as he took a step, he felt a huge pressure, looked up at the giant sword hanging over his head, and asked the woman behind him: "Since you got the sword, then this can be handed over to you!" ”

"My sword is only suitable for killing, not for fighting." The woman wiped the long sword in her hand, which made Ling Qi feel a strange emotion in her heart, looked down at the broken sword Chang Ming in her hand, smiled softly and said, "You take this sword, you can give me the other swords!" ”

"Unintentionally?" The woman handed over the Heartless Sword behind her back, the young man just shook his head, and then looked at the famous swords separated by the sword qi realm released by the woman, and said with a somewhat vicious smile on his face: "What I want is all of this sword shrine." ”

"Okay." The woman agreed so simply, Ling Qi was a little surprised, looking at the woman's seemingly relieved look, Ling Qi then remembered that this sword shouldn't have come by himself, this was the reward that the other party promised him. At the moment of beauty, the stinky mistake of wanting to show off has been committed again, Ling Qi scolded himself twice, turned to look at the woman holding the sword with her eyes closed, sighed and said: "Forget it, good people do it to the end, I will let you see this sword." ”

"Wow-" "Wow-" Listening to the sound of the sword that reached his ears, Ling Qi realized the horror of this woman, and looking at the gradually increasing torrent of long swords around her, the young man smacked his tongue slightly and shouted, "Lend me a sword." ”

The woman looked at the young man who had finally become serious, with a hint of excitement and expectation in her eyes, and pinched the sword trick and said, "Get up." The torrent of long swords surrounded the somewhat arrogant teenager, so that the onlookers could no longer see the situation clearly. The little sword god looked at the tall woman holding the abacus in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Aren't you worried that your junior brother won't be able to take this sword from Wanjian Mountain?" ”

"Don't bother me, I'm going to calculate how this little junior brother of my family will compensate." Xia Qinghan next to him stepped back, looked at the little sword god who was still a little stunned and smiled apologetically. It's just that the woman in white turned around and took out a book scroll, counting something.

"Don't knock, that's the Sword of the Protector." The exclamation of the onlookers made the little sword god look away from the two women who had fallen into a strange field, and looked at the young man who was wrapped in a famous sword on the field, looking at the young man's actions, he was distressed and almost wanted to take a step to stop it, but his eyes met the woman who was holding a sword next to the young man, and he laughed twice and sat back.

The little sword god has a deep understanding of this person's power, and his master didn't dare to put on a stand in front of her, obviously for his junior brother to find a venue, but it became a trip to visit this residence. Although the master didn't tell himself what kind of identity this person was, he still guessed a few points from this person's speech and demeanor. just thought that the two women tacitly avoided this topic when they talked about it just now, shook their heads and continued to look at the young man on the field.

What Ling Qi was doing now was a sword burial, and with the help of the long sword he took from the woman's hand, he had broken this famous sword like a torrent of steel into pieces one by one. Looking at the woman's still calm eyes, Ling Qi was a little frightened, aren't sword cultivators all that kind of sword-loving temperament, the way you look now makes me even more panicked. Ling Qi cautiously asked, "Aren't seniors angry?" ”

"Why be angry?" Only then did Ling Qi realize that this woman didn't care about the long sword in her hand, how could she care about these famous swords that had been sealed here for a long time! Ling Qi raised his eyebrows, simply stopped the movement in his hand and said, "Can you help me cut off all these swords?" ”

"Okay." Ling Qi only saw that the woman in front of him pinched a sword trick, and those famous swords, which were still a little restless, quieted down, and then hit each other in front of the young man, and they broke into pieces. Looking at the fragments of weapons flying in the air in front of him, Ling Qi was a little distracted, shook his head and came back to his senses before taking a deep breath and pinching a sword trick. Sao Nian's eyes were full of golden light, and with the attraction of his sword technique, those fragments scattered in the air and the ground gathered together and condensed into a huge long sword.

Ling Qi looked at the woman who was still standing there beside him, threw Chang Ming in his hand into the long sword, and said with a wry smile a little helplessly: "Wanjian Mountain, don't you just want the method of ten thousand swords to converge one sword, I'll give it." ”

The young man stood up, holding the hilt of this long sword in his right hand, feeling the complicated thoughts coming from the palm of his hand, Ling Qi glanced at the woman behind him, and then confirmed that the other party did not react much before breaking the other long sword in his hand and informing it inextently.

"Wuxin is really a good name, a sword should just be a sharp weapon to kill, and the heart still belongs to the person holding it." Ling Qi seemed to explain what he had just done to the woman beside him, but the gradually increasing coercion on his body made Ling Qi have to interrupt the action of wiping the sword body in his hand, looking at the giant sword that fell rapidly towards him, the young man raised the long sword in his hand, stomped his foot and stabbed towards the sky.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword also turned into pieces and scattered on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Ling Qi looked at the mighty giant sword on his head and smiled, then stretched out his right hand to the sky, first compared a middle finger, then withdrew his finger, and snapped his fingers vigorously.

With the snap of the young man's fingers, the huge long sword projection gradually dissipated, making the onlookers breathe a sigh of relief, and some of the guys who wanted to pick up those scattered fragments were cut by a sword qi and died silently in the congratulations of everyone for the rest of their lives.

Ling Qi's eyes saw the abnormality in the crowd, and he raised his eyes to look at the woman beside him, but he only saw that there was no strange expression at all, and said with a little headache: "You also saw this sword, I can go!" Regardless of the woman's reaction, Ling Qi stood up and rubbed the sore spots on his body, took out a few pills from the storage bag and swallowed them.

Ling Qi wanted to leave here with a chic wave of his hand, but he suddenly felt dizzy, glanced at the pill in his hand, complained a few words to his fourth senior sister before falling unconscious, and fell into a soft embrace.