Li Jimian admired it outside the hall for a long time. Legend has it that often come to this hall to sprinkle and sweep, you can get the favor of the soul of the predecessor swordsman, the so-called high mountain Yangzhi, Jingxing Xingzhi, the accumulation of infiltration and penetration can make the practice go further. The door of the hall was taken down by Li Jimian with a sword wind, squeaking and squeaking, this is the ceremony of his entry into the hall. There is no one to get off the horse, what should I do if I really let these dead ghosts look down on me. The door of the hall swayed for a certain time, and Li Jimian strode in with his robe, his expression awe-inspiring.

Although this is the spiritual hall of the predecessor sword cultivator, it is also known as the spiritual vein of the Jiangxi Kendo Hall, but for Li Jimian, who was originally from the Xixia Dangxiang clan, it is a question whether the Han people's things are reliable. Except for the Daojun Emperor Zhao Jitian, who was famous on three sides ten years ago, and he was able to make Li Jimian kick a little, the sword cultivation of the Central Plains Dynasty seemed to be more famous than his strength.

In the past, one of the three major kendo halls that blew the sky was shattered, and the other could not even protect a sword, those people were really as magical as the legend, and the names on the rivers and lakes could really match their reality? Li Jimian's answer was no, through his observations in the past few days, he felt that the sword cultivation of the Song Dynasty was just some earth dogs who had never seen the world. What "Heaven and Earth Come Late to Return", "Jiangnan Sword Head", "Siming Wild Guest", "Huayuan Monk", one by one the cowhides blew loudly, and when they fought, they didn't see much strength, but they were passive everywhere. According to this calculation, Cui Lu, who died and claimed to be the "Little Mr. Qingfeng Langyue" who stood side by side with Guizhuang, is afraid that it is nothing more than that.

This is the confidence of Li Jimian's exclusion. To be serious, the famous sword of the Central Plains can indeed be admired, but the sword cultivation of the Song Dynasty is almost meaningless, and these three sword halls seem to be even more meaningless, so whether the predecessors enshrined in this sword hall are real masters or not remains to be confirmed. He had heard of the grand occasion of the three major kendo halls that year, when the three sword cultivators were in the Central Plains Dynasty, Jiangxi, Wuyue, and Shanzuo represented the three swords of the north and the south respectively, and were called "South Division", "Northern Division" and "Middle Division". In the battle of Rashotang, the jade was burned, and the three major kendo halls also declined.

When Li Jimian was thinking about it, he had already stepped into the hall, and when he looked at it, there was a bamboo board cut from Junfeng's big bamboo on the ground, which was smooth and clear. There is a futon in front of the spiritual table for people to meditate. It is surrounded by yellow cloth curtains, embroidered with various colors of swords, symbolizing the sword cultivation of the predecessors and the fame of future generations. This place is quiet and quiet, and it also makes people feel at ease, but whether there is a miraculous effect of legends, or whether it can communicate with the sword soul and sword spirit of the predecessors, it has to be empirically verified.

Li Jimian did not make a bow, and meditated directly cross-legged on the futon in front of the spiritual table. As the breeze outside the hall blew in, his breathing slowly adjusted evenly, and the sword qi around him began to condense, washing around the three rows of tablets one after another. He was forcing the birth of the sword soul and the sword spirit, and at the same time, he was also testing to see what they were capable of. Li Jimian cultivated the "Taichu Supreme Great Xia Sword Sutra", the sword qi is clear and crisp, the vitality is profound, the sword is made with intention, and there is a little elegance in the majesty, which is quite similar to the purpose of the Jiangxi Sword School to use the sword of the gods.

The spirit cards were swept by Li Jimian's sword qi and rattled, and they all coughed and bumped on the spirit table. The harder Li Jimian worked, the more anxious he became, he still hoped that the legendary magical effect would come true, and this opportunity should not be missed, maybe because of this, he could improve his cultivation for a while, and it would be just around the corner to dominate the rivers and lakes.

His sword qi became thicker and thicker, and he became more and more rude, and the first spirit card on the left side had already fallen to the ground. The name of the person written on the tablet is "Dongye Bear", Li Jimian smiled, and said in his heart: "Dongye Bear, you are indeed a bear enough!"

The souls of these twenty-nine people in the mourning hall had already sensed that a sword aura different from his own sect was coming here before Li Jimian had even gone up the mountain. When Li Jimian entered, the twenty-nine people just watched coldly, and Li Jimian's cultivation had not yet entered their eyes. I just want to see what else this Hu man has to do to dare to get an axe in this sword hall? After seeing his real cultivation, no one wants to take care of him anymore, such a hairy boy, how can He De be taught by them?

However, when the tablet of the East Wild Bear fell to the ground, they really couldn't help it, could it be that this bearded man wearing a high hat had a hypothesis and was bent on begging for death? But the East Wild Bear still held back, because the first ancestor Du Zhuowu did not speak, no one dared to act rashly, even if his spiritual position was insulted, he had to listen to the ancestor first. When the second tablet was about to be knocked down by Li Jimian with sword qi, the soul of Mr. Du Zhuowu, the first ancestor, suddenly coughed, and in an instant, twenty-eight people boiled.

"Higashino, you just have to teach this bearded cub a lesson!" they shouted.

The tablet of Dongye Xiong suddenly stood up, and the name was directed at Li Jimian. Li Jimian was startled and said, "You still appeared!" After speaking, a strong wind rushed straight into his arms, and Li Jimian was blown out of the hall by the strong wind and the futon before he could resist.

"Okay!" Li Jimian realized that the cultivation of this sword spirit was profound, and a sword had already appeared in his hand. With the sword trick in his right hand, his mind immediately rushed to the hall, and Li Jimian held the sword in the hall to fight against the East Wild Bear. The strokes of the three characters of Dongye Bear were quickly disassembled, and one stroke was like a sword, and the pen pointed to Li Jimian. This sword move is extremely peculiar, with words into the sword, the soul is floating in the dark and controlled, Li Jimian was shocked, with a very vitality circle to turn the whole body, the mind is divided again, and then turned into a small idea, the mind is a sword, and more than 20 swords are also stabbed out to resist.

There is still one last point on the tablet that has not been removed, and that is the last point on the word "bear" in Higashino Bear. The strong wind suddenly doubled, and the last bit flew out and directly hit Li Jimian's joints, the Yutang acupoint. Hearing a "bang", the aura was broken, Li Jimian flew out of the hall obliquely and fell to the ground, and his high hat was half drooping. Then there was a "bang", and the Dongye Bear Spirit card returned to its original position.

Because they are all ancient, the sword spirits cannot leave the sword hall, so their ability to reach heaven can only be confined to the hall. Li Jimian straightened his hat, his face showed embarrassment and fright, these souls were not dead, but living sword cultivators far outside his cognitive system.

"This sword hall can't be allowed to exist, the spiritual veins here must be broken!" Li Jimian's heart was horizontal, and then a blazing fireball rose in his left hand, and he was about to push it into the hall. The twenty-nine people in the hall knew that something was wrong, and they couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing, blaming Yan Shaowei, a pedantic junior, for not being good at guarding here, and only sent a few freshman disciples to fool his ancestor and grandfather.

Du Zhuowu drank and said, "I'll try it and see if I can get it back!" Everyone shut up, only to see Du Zhuowu's spirit card flashing with golden light, and a yin wind under the spirit table rushed in front of Li Jimian, and the cold air was strong, blowing the fire ball in Li Jimian's hand. Li Jimian was determined to burn the sword hall, his hands were folded, and the fire became even stronger. Du Zhuowu's sword spirit in the hall suddenly appeared, and a long-bearded old swordsman wearing a Tang round-necked robe and a black Tang hat with two wings on his head drove forward with his right arm, and the sword finger in his right hand went straight to the door of Li Jimian's face. His sword qi accompanied by golden light, flying in front of the hall with a nirvana breath, and the momentum of the lofty building frightened Li Jimian. saw Li Jimian's body shrinking, and the fire ball in his hands had unconsciously hit the hall.