The blue light became brighter and brighter, and suddenly, a dazzling blue light flew into Lin Xiuwen's sea of knowledge.

Lin Xiuwen looked at it with his divine sense, and a book condensed with blue light was quietly floating in the space of Zhihai, with the word "Danfa" written on the cover.

Lin Xiuwen's divine sense approached it, and one by one words flew out of it, and disappeared after being remembered by Lin Xiuwen. After a long time, Lin Xiuwen's memory was finished, and the book had disappeared.

"There is an alchemy method, and I think it is an alchemy furnace. Lin Xiuwen chuckled, he just lacked a Dan furnace.

He put away the Dan furnace, and the light in his hand flashed, and the long sword appeared in his hand. It seems that the longsword has recognized its master, and he can now make it bigger and smaller at will.

The hilt area is no longer black, but has turned into a bronze color, looking very old and vicissitudes. It is engraved with a dragon pattern, and it is magnificent.

"I'll call you the Dragon Pattern Sword in the future," Lin Xiuwen muttered into the long sword.

The "Buzzing" Dragon Pattern Sword seemed to have a spirit, and it was vibrating gently.

"Yes, good magic weapon, haha, it's you. Lin Xiuwen said with a smile.

Originally, Lin Xiuwen was still struggling with what to use as a natal magic weapon. Now, he had made up his mind, just this sword.

After building the foundation, you can sacrifice a natal magic weapon. Different people often sacrifice different magic weapons as their natal magic weapons. And the same thing is that everyone will try to choose a magic weapon with good materials and great power as their natal magic weapon.

This natal magic weapon is different from the general magic weapon, which can be used as soon as you recognize the master, and there is no limit to how much you can have in your life. But this natal magic weapon needs to be cultivated with the same life, the monk can only practice once in his life, and can only have one or a set of natal magic weapons, and he can continue to grow and become more and more powerful with the master's practice.

He has never found a suitable magic weapon, so he has not practiced the natal magic weapon. So he has never been able to fly with a sword, and when he came to Song Kingdom, he still let Li Qiankun carry him.

As for killing Ruan Jingtian, that move was not an imperial sword at all, but a sword shot out directly from the ground.

Finally able to refine the magic weapon, he was a little excited in his heart, riding the wind and the sword, he had fantasized more than once.

Lin Xiuwen controlled the dragon pattern sword hanging in front of him, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence blood, with spiritual power, wrapped the dragon pattern sword, pinched the trick in his hand, and began to sacrifice and refine according to the great method of sacrifice and refining of the Diancang faction.

The silk essence blood and spiritual power were absorbed by the dragon pattern sword body, and the dragon pattern sword began to reveal its extraordinary.

The essence blood circulated in the sword body, and the dragon pattern sword began to vibrate slightly, and the sword sound of the dragon's groan resounded in Lin Xiuwen's mind.

Let a picture appear in Lin Xiuwen's mind: in the vast starry sky, a figure stood with a sword behind his right hand, and the next moment, he gently drew a sword with his right hand, a dragon chant sounded, a sword light crossed the starry sky, and the planetary meteorites along the way were cut in half......

As time passed, the light of the dragon pattern sword became brighter and brighter, the vibration became faster and faster, and the essence blood circulating on the sword body gradually dissipated.

Fortunately, what he was cultivating was a finished sword, and if he re-refined a new equivalent magic weapon, it would be impossible with his current cultivation.

Half a day passed in a hurry, and the Dragon Pattern Sword finally stopped absorbing his essence blood, but was still absorbing his spiritual power. At this moment, his face was a little pale, obviously because he had lost too much essence blood, and during this time, he had already squirted out more than twenty mouthfuls of essence blood.

Not all blood can become sperm blood, only the blood in the human bone marrow can be called sperm blood. The blood energy in the bone marrow is the strongest, and it is the most elite part of the blood in the whole body, containing the most powerful flesh essence of the monk.

Even though he had now built a great foundation, the loss of a large amount of essence and blood still made him feel weak for a while.

Gradually, the dragon pattern sword no longer absorbed aura, and Lin Xiuwen stopped transmitting aura.

He knew that this was the final step of the sacrifice. He began to input his divine consciousness into the dragon sword, and the dragon sword began to swallow his divine sense, but fortunately, his divine sense was strong, although his face became more and more pale, he could still support it.

"Buzz"

The dragon sword trembled. Feeling the close connection with the dragon pattern sword, Lin Xiuwen exhaled deeply, this natal magic weapon was refined.

Next, Lin Xiuwen practiced swordsmanship again. This sword technique is actually a method of using spiritual power to control magic weapons. Although he was now able to perceive Edgeworth, he still practiced Edgeworth again.

With his current magic comprehension, he had cultivated the Imperial Sword Technique in a matter of moments.

He tried the edgeworth, controlling the flying sword to fly and rotate in the Scripture Pavilion.

A moment later, a sword light flew out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and headed straight for the sky.

......

Lin Xiuwen rode the sword light and shuttled through the sky of the Song Kingdom.

Ever since he saw Zhang Kai Edgeworth when he took him up to Cangshan, he had been longing for the day when he could have a flying sword of his own.

Edgeworth rode the wind and roamed the world.

The dream came true, and Lin Xiuwen's heart was refreshed.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and the direction of the dragon pattern sword changed, falling directly downward.

"Old immortal, honestly take your apprentice to report with us in the yamen, otherwise, don't blame us...... Hehe!" An arrogant voice came into Lin Xiuwen's ears from afar.

Lin Xiuwen's eyes turned cold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our master and apprentice are not from the Song Kingdom, we are just passing by. Old man, I beg you to spare our master and apprentice!" came an old cry of pleading.

"The old immortal, toast and don't eat and drink. Come on, do it, teach me a good lesson to this old immortal thing. The arrogant voice sounded again.

As soon as the words fell, someone stepped forward, as if to make a move.

"Ah, what are you doing, don't touch me. A young woman's shriek.

"Hmph!" Lin Yi snorted coldly and waved his right hand.

This humming sound resounded through the world, and all the people on the ground, except for the pair of masters and apprentices, snorted, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths. Then a gust of wind pushed them away, making way for a large clearing.

Only the faces of the master and apprentice were full of surprise.

In a moment, Lin Xiuwen flew to their side, jumped down, and the flying sword automatically returned to its body.

"Brother Lin, why are you!" the young woman cheered.

Hearing the woman's voice, the faces of everyone on the ground changed, and they instantly became extremely ugly. Those who can fly with swords are at least Tsukiki monks.

It was clear that the monk knew the woman. It's hard to guarantee that he won't fight for that woman, and if he doesn't accept the foundation monk on his side, he will inevitably suffer a loss in the conflict.

"Well, why are you here?" Lin Xiuwen asked Long Xiaoqiao. That's right, that woman is Lin Xiaoqiao, but I don't know why she came to Song Kingdom. Looking at her face, Lin Xiuwen felt heavy in his heart, as if he owed her.

When he was hunted down, he had gone back to Qingshan City to see it, and sure enough, as he thought, there was not a single living mouth left in the Tianlong Dart Bureau. It's just that I don't know where Long Xiaoqiao went, and he just escaped a catastrophe. It's really a blessing in misfortune, Lin Xiuwen said silently in his heart.

"I saw you, and I came here. Lin Xiuwen couldn't be fierce to her, and said gently.

Long Xiaoqiao only remembered now that he had just come from the sky, and he was a little discouraged in his heart. But immediately I was happy again, worthy of Brother Lin, he was so good at everything. Long Xiaoqiao's heart was full of admiration.

Moreover, these people shouldn't be able to embarrass her and the master.

"Senior, we are from the Song court, these two people stole our things, and we want to take them back. The young man at the head said. Obviously, it was the name of the Song royal family that threatened and intimidated him.

"You're talking nonsense! We didn't steal from you! You are clearly slandering us!" Long Xiaoqiao said angrily.

"Hmph, you dare to threaten me with the Song Imperial Court?" Lin Xiuwen's face sank and he snorted coldly.

A sinister aura emanated from his body, and everyone instantly shuddered.

"Brother Lin, my master and I really didn't steal their things, they slandered us. Long Xiaoqiao looked at Lin Xiuwen's face cautiously and explained softly again.

"Well, I believe you. What do you say to deal with them?" Lin Xiuwen didn't look at those people, and asked directly to Long Xiaoqiao.

"Seniors, they are people from the Song court. Long Xiaoqiao's master reminded Lin Xiuwen weakly again.

"Forget it, Brother Lin. Anyway, my master and I have nothing to do. Maybe it was out of kindness, or maybe he was afraid of causing trouble for Lin Xiuwen, Long Xiaoqiao said softly.

Shaking his head, Lin Xiuwen said gently to her: "It's not good for you to cultivate immortals with this mentality, sometimes you are a little ruthless." Before the words fell, a sword light left the body, and a few people pierced through a few shuttles.

"The immortal road is difficult, and when it is time to kill, you have to kill, and you can't tolerate half of mercy. If you don't kill him, he will kill you next time, this kind of person, you can't let go. He then instilled in Long Xiaoqiao.

"Oh" Long Xiaoqiao was a little nervous, the current Brother Lin and the Brother Lin he knew before were completely different people.

"My sect is near here, how about I invite fellow Daoists to sit down?" Lin Xiuwen invited Long Xiaoqiao's master.

Before the words fell, Long Xiaoqiao said coquettishly: "Go, go, master~"

The old man groaned a little and said, "Then respectfully don't obey your fate, thank you seniors." ”

A sword light separated from his body, turned into a big sword and fell to the ground, Lin Xiuwen stood up and said to the two, "Please come up." ”

The old man was only condensed at the fifth level of cultivation, so naturally he couldn't fly with the sword. Long Xiaoqiao seems to have made great progress in the past two years, but it is only the second layer of condensation.

Long Xiaoqiao stood in front of Lin Xiuwen excitedly, hugged him tightly, and the old man walked onto the dragon pattern sword and sat down cross-legged.

Lin Xiuwen controlled the dragon pattern sword to fly, and suddenly a sword light broke through the air and went straight to Yunyang.