Speaking of slaying demons and destroying demons, we have to mention the changes in the turtle and snake sword.

I don't know if it's the nature of the Demon Sword Technique, or the combination of wind and thunder and Xuanguang, every time I kill the demon, this Demon Sword Qi changes, and the Turtle and Snake Sword is also affected, and it becomes more and more powerful.

It is also that there are fewer powerful demons in Xunyang, otherwise Lu Xuan even thinks that maybe just by killing demons and eliminating demons, then he can truly refine the turtle and snake sword successfully.

If he changed to someone else, for the sake of flying swords, he was afraid of doing the thing of killing demons and eliminating demons with all his heart, but Lu Xuanqing knew that he was only afraid of gradually entering the demon path, so he was not too anxious.

However, now that the Quartet is traveling, it is also an opportunity to use this method to refine the turtle and snake sword.

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On this day, Lu Xuan gradually left the land of the Six Kingdoms.

In the evening of this day, I came to a small inn, which was crowded with tourists with swords and swords, and there were also many merchants who took advantage of this war season to do business between countries.

Most of them were blocked by the wind and snow, so they stayed in the hotel.

The shopkeeper was accustomed to doing similar business, so he prepared peanuts, broad beans and other snacks early, and lit lamps and candles to entertain them.

When Lu Xuan came to the hotel, the store was already very lively, a group of business travelers gathered in a pile, each drinking old wine, baking the stove, shouting loudly, talking, foaming at the mouth, so not noisy.

As soon as Lu Xuan, an old Taoist priest with a sword box, entered the inn, he attracted everyone's attention.

He is tall and carries a sword box, and he looks quite a bit of a noble person, and his image is very eye-catching. Especially in this troubled season, many Taoist cultivators on the mountain have come down to the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

The business travelers who can still wander around in this snowstorm season are mostly knowledgeable, not to mention that they have really seen Taoist demons, and they have heard of it, and when they see Lu Xuan, they can't help but hide their curiosity.

Lu Xuan has long been accustomed to this kind of vision, and he has met with everyone, asked the shopkeeper for warm wine, and found a corner to sit down.

Soon after he sat down, the shopkeeper had just served the drink, and someone couldn't help but come up and ask.

Lu Xuan only said that he was a wandering Taoist priest, who had practiced some martial arts, and was an ordinary casual traveler.

When others listened, although they still had a lot of curiosity in their hearts, they didn't dare to disturb too much, so as not to cause trouble, and it was not good to ask more.

At this moment, the door curtain made of animal skin at the entrance of the inn was lifted again, and a man with a strong body walked in, this man was carrying a long sword, the hilt of the sword was shiny, obviously used all the year round, plus this snowy day, the man was only wearing a short fight, full of blood, full of energy, obviously kung fu in the body, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Even Lu Xuan couldn't help but glance at the long sword behind the big man.

"Shopkeeper! A pot of good wine, three catties of cooked mutton!"

The man's voice was also rough, and as soon as he spoke, the loud voice brightened the entire inn in the dim light.

The man found a place to sit down, but he didn't care about everyone's attention, so he carefully took off the long sword behind his back, put it in his hand and rubbed it carefully, and put it on the table.

Everyone looked at it and knew that the man cherished this long sword very much, and they were even more curious.

Everyone gathered here, the heavy snow blocked the road, and they could not move forward, it was the time of boredom, and they talked freely in this inn before, and after a long time, they heard all the strange things that should be heard, and now they have seen new characters, where can they not be curious.

It's also that Lu Xuan doesn't talk much, and he doesn't seem to be easy to provoke, so no one asks.

What's more, although there are many chivalrous people in the world, in the end, there are still many ordinary people, and heroic generations are rare after all.

Looking at this man now, his temperament is extraordinary, and he is clearly straightforward, so it is inevitable that he will be moved.

"Good man, good figure, good kung fu! I don't know where it came from?"

Someone asked.

When the man heard this, he turned his head and looked at it, his eyes were also very sharp, and he pulled out the long sword on the table, and under the dim light, everyone saw a flower in front of them, only to see the cold light, which pierced people's hearts.

When the questioner saw this, his head couldn't help shrinking.

Seeing this, the man suddenly laughed and said: "A certain child's mountain, walking in the rivers and lakes, scattering one person, the only one who is afraid of this sword ear!"

After listening to the man's words, everyone realized that he was originally a native of Beidi Yan, surnamed Tong's name Mountain, and he was also a swordsman with a chivalrous name in Beidi, with a sword, which was extraordinary.

After several years of chivalry, this time he went to the land of southern Yunnan.

For the warriors, the sword blade is not only flaunting the identity, but also the third arm, the second life, often leads to competition, so the more powerful the sword, it often shows how the master's martial arts are.

When the people heard his origin, they saw that his sword was indeed extraordinary, and there were those who feared him and admired him.

When Tong Zhishan said, he danced a sword flower again, and pieces of clear shadows fell to the ground, and everyone saw that his sword light was cold, and he was anxious and fast, and they all exclaimed.

Seeing this, Tong Zhishan was very proud, and said: "Tong is a person from the north, I heard that there are many demons and demons in southern Yunnan, and many ghosts and foxes are troublesome. ”

"Good!"

When everyone heard him speak proudly, they all praised him.

Lu Xuan didn't look at this person, this person's martial arts are indeed not bad, but what attracted Lu Xuan's attention was his sword, the sword was a mortal sword, but he faintly saw a little bit of inspiration, when it was a sword weapon, he had a little spirituality.

If it is properly cultivated, it cannot be said that it can become a flying sword.

Cultivator flying swords are already rare, not to mention that they are born in the world, and now seeing that this Tongzhishan can actually raise such a psychic sword, Lu Xuan, a cultivator, can't help but be a little curious.

While everyone was cheering, one of them suddenly stroked his palm and smiled: "What a style, so courageous! But in my opinion, although your sword is powerful, it is still a little worse." ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the person who spoke up, who was a middle-aged scribe.

The scribe saw that he had no power to restrain the chicken, but he didn't know where he got the courage to say this in front of Tong Zhishan.

Tong Zhishan also turned his head to stare at it, and said coldly: "My sword is a demon killer, anyone who sees it will praise it, I don't know where it is, please come, otherwise I will teach Your Excellency to understand the benefits of my sword!"

"Let's not talk about it for the time being, the old Taoist over there, the sword in the box, will be far better than your sword!"

The middle-aged scribe's words turned to Lu Xuan.

When everyone heard this, they all followed the middle-aged scribe's point and looked at Lu Xuan.

They looked at each other for a while, but they didn't say anything.

Lu Xuan's appearance, although he can't see how powerful he is, but he looks good, he must have some ability, but how does this scribe know that the sword in Lu Xuan's box must be more powerful than the sword of Tong Zhishan?

Lu Xuan had been listening to everyone's conversation, and he frowned when he heard the words, glanced at the middle-aged scribe, looked up and down, and couldn't see anything strange, but he was obviously a little calculating, but he didn't know what he meant.

"That Taoist is your friend?"

Tong Zhishan did not rush to explain the matter to Lu Xuan, and asked the middle-aged scribe instead.