Yuan Qing left Fenhe Village, opened his consciousness all the way, and walked through the forest.

After flying for more than ten miles, a group of palm-sized yellow birds flew up from the forest and fled in all directions as if frightened.

An hour later, the young man suddenly stopped his figure, frowned slightly, looked back into the distance, and then his hands were as agile as flying, and his body gradually faded into a phantom, put away his sword, fell to the ground, changed directions, lifted the wind step, and disappeared into the forest like a phantom.

Not long after, a shrill birdsong broke the silence in the forest, and several large green-winged birds broke through the sky and hovered over the dense forest. Then the smoke and dust rose, and a white tiger with hanging eyes, more than three feet high, four-legged wind, galloped forward. After that, there were packs of tigers and wolves, more than a foot tall, and several of them were about the size of white tigers.

Above the head of the white tiger stood a small raccoon cat beast, the whole body was snow-white, the fluff had not faded, the eyes were pale gold, sniffed twice, and then meowed. The white tiger immediately understood, and led the beasts to chase quickly in the direction where the young man had fled.

Yuan Qing didn't run far before he noticed that the beasts were chasing him, and after a little thought, he knew the trick, and then released the broken water, and the sword galloped.

The two chased and fled and flew out for more than ten miles, during which Yuan Qing changed direction many times, but instead of delaying for a moment, the latter took the opportunity to shorten the distance a lot.

Knowing this, the young man didn't think much about it, and fled to the river with all his heart.

A quarter of an hour later, Yuan Qing flew out of the dense forest, held his breath, and plunged headlong into the rushing river. The beast herd followed, searching to no avail, and the little beast let out several roars, followed by several sharp claws, and suddenly the trees toppled and smoke and dust everywhere.

After venting, the little beast roared, and the demons dispersed in place, building nests and nests along the riverbank, intending to wait for the rabbits.

Yuan Qing sank to the bottom of the water, exuding his divine sense, secretly observing the movements of the beasts, and the magic clothes on his body were clear and shining, expelling a waterless space of three feet in size.

After a few hours, a flash of silver light flashed, and the boy broke through the water. Sensing in place for a moment, his body moved, turning into an afterimage and shuttling through the forest.

While fleeing, Yuan Qing recalled how he was found and caught up. Gradually, a palm-sized yellow shadow appeared in my mind.

"I see. The young man said secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes full of surprise.

"The direction of these monsters ...... from"

The sword qi roared, and he couldn't hide his tracks, and the young man rose up with his sword, turning into a dazzling sword light, and broke through the air.

A few miles away, the little beast was lying on top of the white tiger's head, closing its eyes and pretending to sleep, suddenly heard the screaming of birds, and looked up to see a dazzling sword light piercing the sky.

"Meow!"

Sitting down, the white tiger rose in response, took a deep breath, and let out a rumbling beast roar, which resounded through the mountains and forests. Then the blue light flashed all over his body, and his four legs were like flying, and he hurriedly chased after him.

Along the way, there were constantly demon beasts joining, followed by after a while, there was a faint trend of ten thousand beasts galloping.

Fenhe Village.

As soon as the sword light converged, Yuan Qing appeared.

The once noisy and peaceful village was now dead silent, with houses collapsing, homes destroyed, and the ground covered with animal claw prints, mottled with blood, and the occasional scrap of coarse cloth rolled aside by the wind.

Erniu's house was only in ruins, the hoe was folded in two, a dark red at the door was shocking, and a simple book soaked in blood and a wooden sword with a length of feet were lying quietly aside.

The young man bent down to pick up the wooden sword, gently stroked the blade, bowed his head and remained silent.

After a long time, the white light flashed, and the wooden sword disappeared. The young man raised his head, his face was as calm as water, his eyes were unpleasant, and he looked at the sky.

A yellow streamer pierced the sky, stopping not far away, chirping non-stop.

The silver light flashed, and the yellow bird was dissipated into invisibility by the sword qi before it had time to react. Then the sword qi was great, and a bright silver sharp sword light rose into the sky, heading straight for the way it came.

He hadn't gone far before he hit his head head

There are six blue-winged demon birds the size of three zhang.

Hearing only a roar, the sword light accelerated suddenly, and suddenly turned into a brilliant crystal light giant sword, dragging up the streamer tail flame, and slashing towards the blue bird.

The blue bird's wings flashed, summoned the Dao Wind Blade, and then hurriedly changed direction to avoid, but he didn't expect the giant sword to be extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he caught up with a bird, and with a slight twist, the scream stopped abruptly, and the blood rain was in the air.

The giant sword didn't stop, its speed was even faster, and it killed two more birds in a few breaths, and the shadow of the wind blade and claw couldn't stop it in the slightest.

The crystal light dissipated, the giant sword fell to the ground, and the young man held the sword in his hand, his face pale. He glanced at the remaining three bluebirds expressionlessly, and then moved like a wind crossing the border, and in a few breaths he reached the river. With a plop, the waves were stirred up, and they disappeared in an instant.

The little beast then arrived with the demons, and saw that the young man was far away, not angry but happy, and screamed a few times, and the beasts scattered and hid in the mountains and forests, and he drove the white tiger to the mountain behind the village, and waited quietly with an excited face.

Yuan Qing went up the river for several miles, and after making sure that there were no demon beasts nearby, he jumped ashore, found a towering tree that was a little thick, took out several swords, dug out a one-person high hole, and hid in it. Then he took out the elixir and closed his eyes to breathe.

A few hours later, the silver light in the tree cave flashed, Yuan Qing opened his eyes, and did not rush out, but released his divine sense, slowly sweeping the three-mile radius.

After a moment of silence, the young man jumped out, carried the concealment method, performed the wind step, and floated towards Fenhe Village.

A tiger was half-lying on a boulder, looking lazy and looking lazily ahead. Dozens of feet away, a gray wolf of about the same size kept looking left and right, looking down and sniffing from time to time, with a vigilant face.

Suddenly, with a bang, the silver streamer pierced through the demon wolf's chest across a distance of a hundred zhang, and the sword qi boiled, instantly turning it into powder, leaving only a hideous wolf's head to fall to the ground.

The streamer suddenly folded, as fast as lightning, and rushed straight towards the big tiger.

The big tiger was suddenly startled, roared and waved out his claws, and then kicked on all fours, jumped out more than ten zhang away, and fled in a hurry.

The monsters in the distance responded with a whistling sound when they heard the roar, and for a while, the roars of the beasts came and went, like a group of wolves howling the moon, resounding in the sky.

The streamer does not dodge or dodge, and sees the claws as if there is nothing, and it passes through like a withering and decaying, and chases in front of the big tiger with a snap of his fingers. The silver light flashed, the demon blood splashed three feet, and the tiger's head rolled to the ground.

The streamer came back suddenly, and then the figure flashed, and the silver glow gushed, rolling up the heads of the two demons, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The group of demons rushed over, and when they saw the corpse of the big tiger and the blood of the beast in the ground, they let out bursts of rage. Sniffed carefully at the smell in the air, and chased after each of them without waiting for the little beast to give the order.

The little beast stood on top of the white tiger's head, stretched out its pink tongue and licked its fangs, its eyes glowed golden, and its excitement became stronger. The little claw was gently forced, and the corner of the white tiger's mouth twitched under the pain, and then he realized it, and followed the herd of beasts.

For more than ten days in a row, Yuan Qing was like a ghost, wandering near the group of demons, with sword light, he would kill a demon, hit it with one blow, turn around and leave, and never stay. The demons couldn't chase him, couldn't keep it, couldn't escape, and were trapped in the forest by him, only to watch each other in groups, and didn't dare to act rashly.

Yuan Qing was in a big tree at the moment, his eyes were slightly closed, his body was shining with silver, and his breath was lively and vigorous.

On that day, when the young man saw the tragic situation in the village at first glance, he was infinitely sad and angry in his heart, and secretly made an oath to kill the demon to avenge his blood. However, as time passed, the hatred faded, and was replaced by the heartiness of the sword with all its might.

In order to kill with one blow, Yuan Qing entered the realm of sword heart every time he took out his sword. Spiritual sense is the guide, the mind is clear, the sword intent and sword qi are combined, a sword is out, the sword light is condensed and sharp, and it almost wants to break through the air; the speed of the sword is as fast as a glimpse of floating light, and the distance of a hundred zhang is instantaneous.

The young man faintly felt that he had touched the threshold of sword qi and thunder.

However, this method consumes a lot of money, and every time you make a sword,

He must have used up most of his sword qi in his body, so that the qi mansion was empty, and he was almost unable to fight again.

"Whew~" The silver mang entered his body, and the young man let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

After days of fierce fighting, there was not much left of the spirit elixir, and the spirit stone was squandered, but the cultivation was also a thousand miles a day, and in just a few days, most of the fifth refining had been completed.

Sure enough, without tempering, how can the sword be sharp!

Rising up, the young man looked up at the sky, then turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the night.

Ten miles away, a small pool in the forest.

A three-zhang demon wolf and a big tiger are separated by a few zhang, looking around non-stop, as if facing a great enemy, and eight tiger demons and wolf demons of similar size are hiding in the surrounding dense forest. A little farther away in the trees, the little beast had pointed ears and a long tail swinging back and forth, and its pale golden eyes were staring ahead. The white tiger below roamed around the big tree, looking nervous.

On the cliff on the other side of the waterhole, the figure flashed, and Yuan Qing appeared, his eyes shining with silver, and he saw everything. After a moment of silence, he smiled slightly, his mind suddenly hardened, and then his figure flashed and disappeared.

From time to time, dark clouds cover the moon, and the world is bleak. The evening breeze was light, and the leaves rustled.

A phantom shadow sneaked into the forest by the night, accompanied by the breeze.

A wolf demon had a slightly wrinkled nose, as if it had smelled something.

Suddenly, like the moon falling on the world, the sword light burst out, turning into a silver light giant sword the size of ten zhang, and slashed down with the momentum of the sky, and the demon wolf was cut into two pieces by a sword before he could make a sound.

Then, the silver light disintegrated, turning into a snow-white three-foot long sword. The silver light flashed, and the young man's sword rose up, rushing straight towards the waterhole.

The demons roared angrily, and rushed out of the forest to besiege them, and in the distance, white light flashed, and the little beasts and white tigers also hurried forward.

The young man closed his eyes, picked up the Tongming Sword Heart, and let the guidance of a ray of spiritual sense.

When the two parties met, the sword light suddenly stopped, and the young man swept with his sword. The giant sword reappeared, but in just a few breaths, it turned into a little silver star under the claw shadow, gray light, and wind blade in the sky, and fell into the air.

The young man snorted, and then flicked his sword, and the silver star bloomed like fireworks, turning into misty mist, and stopped in front of him. Then several swords were struck out in a row, and suddenly the silver light burst out, and the sword shadow was like a mountain, annihilating the rest of the offensive.

The beasts were close, and the small beasts were no more than a hundred feet apart, Yuan Qing's mind turned, and the broken water moved with him, and with a clear sound, it turned into a crystal giant sword and rose to the sky.

The dark clouds dispersed, the moon was shining, and a scorching flame suddenly rose on the giant sword, ignoring the demons, and slashed down at the little beast like a meteor falling to the ground!

The little beast had already appeared as the giant sword soared into the sky, and at this time, a pillar of pale golden light erupted and collided with the giant sword.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, and the two met with a metallic squeak, and the giant sword paused slightly, and then slashed to the end like a withering and decaying one.

Seeing this, the little beast soared with golden flames around it, and the unicorn phantom behind him roared, and a golden light blade appeared out of thin air, trembling slightly, converging into a torrent of golden light, and rolling upside down.

As soon as the blow came out, the little beast suddenly looked depressed, and the unicorn phantom slowly escaped into the void, lying on the ground and gasping for breath.

The jingle sound rang out, and the giant sword trembled in the torrent, and it didn't take long for the crystal light to dim, and finally shattered with a "bang". In front of Yuan Qing's horizontal sword, it flew out dozens of zhang upside down, and with a muffled sound, it fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The group of demons waited for an opportunity to move, swarming, and a tiger demon flew up, with a bloody mouth, wanting to swallow the human who had tormented him for several days into his stomach.

Seeing this, Yuan Qing took a deep breath, and then the sword qi roared, and the crystal light giant sword came out of nowhere, cutting the tiger demon into two with one sword, and went straight to the green underworld.

Under the moonlight, the young man's white clothes fluttered, and he walked with a sword, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, only Lang Lang's laughter, and the aftermath lingered, and it was scattered for a long time.

"Hahaha......"

(End of chapter)

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