"I'm really sleepy, someone sent a pillow. ”

Chang Xi withdrew the spiritual power that had been probed into the jade slip, and his heart couldn't help but bloom with joy.

Before, he was still because the price of the spirit rune was too expensive, so he had no choice but to give up the plan to buy it in large quantities. At this time, the owner of this jade slip in his hand was willing to provide a "Beginner Rune" and a lot of materials for drawing spirit runes and a lot of money attached to it, just to obtain a few rare but well-made high-quality low-level sword runes.

The sword talisman, as the name suggests, is to replace the sword with a talisman.

Those who have advanced kendo cultivation can condense their own sword intent and integrate into external objects. The ancients tried many times, and finally used the charm as the best and most common medium to accommodate the sword intent.

Throughout the ages, although there are many sword cultivators, there are few people who comprehend the sword intent, and they still need to be proficient in the art of drawing talismans, so that the circulation of sword talismans in the market is very small. The value of a high-level sword talisman is almost comparable to that of a top-level spiritual weapon, and ordinary monks who are shy in their pockets have to look up. And few low-level sword runes have the ability to draw them, even if they succeed, they are like chicken ribs. Let's ask Jian Xiu, since he has a sword in his hand, why do he have to use the sword talisman of Na Laoshizi in one move, isn't it better to cut it directly with a sword than to use the talisman?

But if they were lucky enough to see the terrifying power of nearly a hundred runes, I'm afraid they wouldn't think so.

Chang Xi was happy in his heart, but the expression on his face was not revealing anything, and he asked: "The "Elementary Rune" mentioned in the jade slip is stored here, and if there is anyone who receives the task, you can take it away directly, but is it true?"

Amu nodded, "Exactly." ”

Chang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the nameplate and said, "I also took this task together." ”

Amu didn't take the nameplate directly this time, but kindly persuaded him: "Don't tell you, senior brother, it's been a full month since the task of this sword talisman was released in the inner hall." During this period, many people tried it, but all of them ended in failure. You must know that the material for drawing the spirit rune is already the last one deposited here, if you fail, senior brother, not only will you have to return this volume of "Elementary Runes", but you will also have to pay out of your own pocket to make up for this material. ”

Chang Xi only said lightly that it was okay, and Amu naturally would not continue to persuade him without interest, and handed over the nameplate to Chang Xi after registration, along with a volume of ancient books and a storage bag full of drawing materials.

Starting with the ancient books, Chang Xi flipped through the two pages casually and determined that it was what he wanted. Just in case, when I left the Tibetan Dao Palace, I went to the trading area on the other side of the hall to buy some talisman materials and a few high-grade soft wolf hairs, and then I drove the sword back to Tianxiu Peak.

When he returned to his cabin, it was already dusk, Chang Xi thought about it, and decided to agree on the time with the person on the other side of the task Jade Jian first. A wisp of spiritual power flowed into the jade slip, condensed into a line of fly-headed small seals, and then dissipated like smoke, and after a while, a reply came from the other side.

The woman called out his name, and Chang Xi pondered that the person should have looked at the portrait he lit up to know who he was. The woman was very simple, and the time was set for the morning in three days' time. Chang Xi couldn't help frowning, three days was just enough time to study the art of drawing talismans, so he agreed.

The ink required for the drawing is not the usual clear water ink, but needs to be ground using the blood of spirit beasts as a medium. There is naturally a lot of attention to this. For example, the thunder runes and fire runes used by Chang Xi that day were all attack-type spirit runes, and when drawing these spirit runes, if they were supplemented with the ink ground by the blood of the fierce spirit beast, not only would the success rate increase slightly, but also the power would be slightly increased, and some auxiliary spirit runes such as the Rejuvenation Charm and the Wind Rune would have many changes when combined with the blood ink of the gentle spirit beast.

Of course, none of these knowledge and skills were known to Chang Xi before, and all of them came from the volume of the "Elementary Rune" that he was holding in his hand at the moment and studying intently.

Closing the ancient book, Chang Xi let out a long breath, his face full of eagerness. I just feel that my hands are itchy and unbearable, so why not draw a few pictures while the iron is hot?

The slightly undulating solid wood table top was sharpened with a moon rainbow to be as smooth as a mirror, and Chang Xi spread a piece of snow-white rune paper on the tabletop. The blood of the spirit beast blended with the ink, evenly and thickly, exuding a very good smell of strange ink.

Chang Xi picked up the wolf pen, dipped it in ink without dripping, and raised his hand to hang it on the rune paper. Closing his eyes and sinking into the dantian, the appearance of the sword talisman on the rune appeared in his mind, and the calm and powerful lines were outlined and formed in his heart, and the sword intent in the dantian was vigorous, and the invisible sword qi was transmitted in the palm.

Chang Xi opened his eyes suddenly, and the wolf's pen fell suddenly.

The ink dyed the paper, Chang Xi's expression was solemn, and he felt that what he was holding in his hand was still a wolf pen, but a sword of a thousand jun. The ink rotated with the pen edge, and the pen edge trembled irrepressibly, only to hear the wolf pen in his hand make an overwhelming crisp sound, and it snapped into pieces, exploding countless splashes of ink on the rune paper.

Chang Xi spread his right palm in front of his eyes, looked at the shattered sawdust and a few wisps of wolf hair between his palms, and muttered: "Is the sword intent too strong, or is the method wrong?" Chang Xi pondered for a moment, and suddenly moved, as if he had thought of something.

Chang Xi took out a new wolf pen and rune paper, dissolved the sealing glue on the tip of the pen, dipped it in ink, and once again condensed the sword intent.

The pen touched the paper, and the sword intent fell on the paper, and when the pen was put down, Chang Xi suddenly withdrew the sword intent. Sure enough, the trembling barrel didn't shatter like the last time. The stroke of the pen was outlined upwards like a crescent moon, and the sword intent gushed again, but how could the fragile pen shaft He De withstand this repeated fierce sword qi?

Chang Xi's face couldn't help but become gloomy.

Two good soft wolf hairs worth four hundred contribution points turned into sawdust all over the ground in less than a cup of tea, and Chang Xi only felt a cramp in his heart. But then there was a thick disbelief in his heart, his face was ruthless, and he turned all the seals of the remaining wolf pens into a few and put them on the pen mountain one by one, and he had a desperate momentum of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, and completely forgot the success rate of the sword rune drawing.

"I want to see how capable your sword talisman is, so that I can't draw a single one!" Chang Xi turned the rolling sword intent to the extreme, and for a while, the sword aura in the wooden house overflowed. It seems that this is not a place to rest, but a martial arts arena where life and death will be divided.

Chang Xi lifted the pen like a sword, the tip of the pen stabbed out like a sword, and the tip of the pen was wrapped in sword intent, which was particularly hideous.

"Smack!"

"Come again!"

"Smack!"

"I'm not convinced!"

"Smack!"

"What the hell do you want!"

"Smack!"

"Big brother, I beg you!"

"Smack!"

"No!"

A whole thousand contribution points were like flowing water in front of Chang Xi's eyes. Chang Xi's eyes were blank, and the hand stretched out to the pen mountain grabbed empty, and there was no pen left.

Chang Xi has already used all his strength, from the Blood Sea Spiritual Protection Technique to the spiritual power stacking waves, doing everything. Even if he worked so hard, he had to use the spirit protection technique to protect the pen shaft and cooperate with the stacking waves to draw half a ghost-like sword talisman.

Chang Xi motionlessly urged this half of the sword talisman, the lines on the sword talisman lit up, burning into flying ashes, and only a chaotic weak sword intent came out and hit Chang Xi's body, not hurting anyone at all.

There was a mess on the table, and Chang Xi's eyes gradually became bloodshot. Breaking seven strokes in a row, although there was a hint of enlightenment in his heart, the feeling was too ethereal and illusory, and he couldn't grasp it in his hand, and it was difficult to understand the meaning.

Passing over his hands full of sawdust, his eyes fell on the rainbow hanging from his waist between his fingers. Chang Xi looked at it blankly, only to feel that the light of enlightenment in his heart gradually brightened, and a mysterious feeling wandered in his palm.

Chang Xi looked at the page that the rune on the table was opened, and the lines that outlined the strokes of the sword runes on the paper were so vulgar at the moment!

Slightly stunned, the corners of Chang Xi's mouth were torn apart, and he laughed out loud, the laughter became louder and louder, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes. In that unbridled laughter, there is joy, relief, joy, and a touch of genuine self-deprecation.

Watching the sawdust fall from his palm, Chang Xi muttered in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yan said that those who have the sword spirit root are all kendo geniuses. So, am I a genius or a madman?"

As if an invisible shackle had been removed, Chang Xi stepped forward lightly and waved everything except paper and ink with one palm, including the rune.

The spontaneous sky-high sword intent condensed three feet around Chang Xi's body and did not disperse, and the fingers that gathered the rich sword intent were directly inserted into the inkstone, stained with blood ink. Qianjun pointed at the rune paper, and the ink dots dissolved on the paper with the sword intent, only to see Chang Xi's eyes full of fierceness, the sword intent of his fingertips swirled, and one finger crossed like a sword to open mountains and rivers. The sword momentum passed through the body and split the wooden table in two, leaving only a light spirit rune floating in the air, not falling.

There is only one horizontal line on the talisman, and a single glance can make people sting their hearts.

It was a sword that belonged to him alone, one and only.