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The Flying Dragon Sword, although not one of the ten swords in the Hidden Sword Palace, is not far behind, and what it lacks may be just a powerful swordsman to make it famous all over the world, or it is just a vacancy among the ten swords to fill it.

In terms of rank, the Flying Dragon Sword must be a magic weapon.

There is no distinction between miscellaneous and high-quality magic weapons, because each magic weapon is unique and has its own different spirituality and power. In terms of the resources consumed, the Shura Field is of course more expensive than the Flying Dragon Sword, but if it is used for direct combat, in the end, the Flying Dragon Sword's destructive power is greater.

The reason why Li Qingshan has never opened the Sumeru Ring to refine the Flying Dragon Sword is because he doesn't want to provoke the Hidden Sword Palace, but now he even has a mortal enmity with the Mohai Dragon King, and one more Hidden Sword Palace is nothing!

Although the Demon Rebellion Sword has unique abilities, and it can continue to become stronger, and one day in the future, it may also become extremely strong, but now it cannot be compared to this magic weapon-level famous sword that has been inherited for thousands of years.

"Ah Yue, what are we doing here?"

The fragrant flowers are incomprehensible, as the clouds fall, Yun Mengze spreads out endlessly, becoming more and more vast and boundless, even the fragrant flowers and purple with a heavy heart have forgotten what is outside the body for a while, and the reflection in the eyes is sparkling, and a little green is constantly expanding.

"Travel!" Li Qingshan smiled slightly.

Yunmengze is shrouded in a layer of smoke that does not disperse all year round, the breath is steaming, the hot wind is rolling, and there is a thick moisture.

The islands in the lake, with exceptionally lush vegetation and thick green, almost overflow the edge of the islands, like large flower pots, from which a flock of white waterfowl flies and chirps over the lake and plunges into another island.

In this sunset twilight. The beauty is like a landscape painting. In the past life, it was difficult for any natural scenic spot to match.

It's a joke to say that tourism is natural, but it's not wrong, isn't this life a trip?

The clouds dispersed at your feet, and you stood in the center of the island, surrounded by towering giant trees, covering the sky and the sun. It's still dusk outside. It's late at night.

Li Qingshan patted on a big tree next to him that can only be hugged by ten people, the trees here are obviously much taller than those in Xianghua City, it seems that because of the climate, the trees are taller and taller the further south they go, it is said that they are in the extreme south. Ancient trees up to 100 zhang can be seen everywhere, hundreds of zhang and thousands of zhang, known as "one tree and one mountain", that is, every tree, is a mountain.

The tallest of them is naturally the Great Banyan King.

But the island is not peaceful.

"Roar!"

There was a strange roar in the dense forest, and in an instant. Thousands of birds soared and circled around the island.

Xianghua Green and Xianghua Purple both trembled, this island obviously has an owner, and it is not an ordinary demon beast.

"Are you warning me?" Li Qingshan smiled. Dodging to the place where the roar came, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Yo, King Kong!"

A silverback gorilla, glaring at a small figure on a tree branch. Clenched his fist in the chest and pounded violently, roaring and roaring!

The fishy wind came to the face with saliva in his mouth. Li Qingshan snorted, "I borrowed your place to live for a while, you don't mind!"

The demon's heart flashed, and the demonic energy surged.

King Kong shrank and turned and fled to the other side of the island.

"Thanks!"

Li Qingshan smiled and waved his hand, returned to Sister Xianghuazi, and said, "I'm going to start cultivating, you guys can run and play! Don't forget to make up a reason, how did we escape from the Zilian Altar through hardships, what hardships and hardships we experienced along the way, and finally rushed to the main altar to ask for help, Xianghuazi, this matter will be handed over to you!"

After explaining the matter properly, Li Qingshan found a secluded cave and plunged into the Shura field.

On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the wind danced the red hair, and the demonic energy rolled out, pouring into the Sumeru Ring.

A moment later, the Sumeru Ring suddenly opened, revealing a vast space, and Li Qingshan didn't have time to see what was inside.

A golden light roared out, and the dragon roared, soaring into the sky.

Li Qingshan stood with his hands in his hands, looked up, and was not in a hurry to catch up.

The Wyvern Sword flew into the clouds, slammed into an invisible barrier, and was bounced back.

That is where the boundary of the Shura Field is, under Li Qingshan's control, it is definitely not something that can be broken by an ownerless magic weapon!

The dragon's roar became louder and louder, and the Wyvern Sword turned into a golden dragon, full of scales and claws, and majestic.

The golden light swam away rapidly, dragging a golden arc of light, rampaging through the Shura field, constantly being bounced back, and never being able to get out.

Suddenly looking back, the dragon's eyes stared at Li Qingshan on the top of the mountain below, as if realizing that he was the problem.

"The divine sword has a spirit, and it is true!"

Li Qingshan let out a long roar, leaped forward, and the snow peak under his feet shattered, and the person was already above the clouds, and he punched out towards the Flying Dragon Sword.

A famous sword is like a fierce horse, and it takes a strong man to tame it!

The Flying Dragon Sword suddenly turned into a golden light and shot towards Li Qingshan.

Rumble!

The golden dragon flew out upside down, although it had spirituality, but if it lost the control of the swordsman, it was just a sword after all, how could it compete with Li Qingshan Bull Demon.

"Originally, I was worried that I would break it, so I didn't dare to use the Bull Demon to shake it, but I didn't expect that even the golden dragon it transformed failed to defeat, and it was really a good sword!"

Li Qingshan smiled and praised it, and flew up, he must refine the Flying Dragon Sword!

The Flying Dragon Sword is also extremely strong, knowing that it is invincible, it still rushes again, but the dragon's groan is a little more tragic, and the golden light emitted is even more dazzling.

In the Tibetan Sword Palace, generations of disciples have gone to the Tibetan Sword Blade to find their own sword of destiny, which seems to be a selection of swords, but in fact, it is a sword selection person, and a successor who is consistent with his own ideas will be pulled out.

Li Qingshan wanted to make it have no choice and forcibly become its master.

It may not have the concept of dignity, but the will left in the sword by the masters of the past generations has only four words - rather bend than bend!

Boom! Boom!

collided three times in a row, Li Qingshan did not retreat a single step, and blasted the Flying Dragon Sword out three times in a row.

The golden light dimmed, and the golden dragons that were conjured became much thinner, and there was still no trace of submission.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly, if he continued like this, even if he could refine the Flying Dragon Sword, it would also grind away its spirituality and make its grade drop. It is worthy of being a famous sword that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Tibetan Sword Palace, and it is really not something that outsiders can touch.

The flying dragon once again opened its teeth and claws, Li Qingshan's figure flashed, and he grabbed the dragon's horn with his probing hand, turned over and stepped on the dragon's head.

"Demonization!"

Li Qingshan suddenly turned into a demon handsome posture, and there were waves on the curved visor, showing the excitement in his heart.

"Demon Suppression Chain!"

Dozens of black chains stretched out from the void, firmly locking the golden dragon. Tighten suddenly!

The golden dragon let out a mournful roar and turned back into a three-foot green edge.

Li Qingshan grabbed the hilt of the dragon-shaped sword, still felt the sword trembling slightly in his hand, refused to surrender, and couldn't help but smile slightly:

"Rigidity is extremely easy to break. The water drops are worn by stones, so let's compare patience!"

Li Qingshan left the Shura Field, and now the Flying Dragon Sword was completely suppressed and blocked by his power, which had the same effect as being placed in the Sumeru Ring, so he didn't have to worry about the tracking of the Hidden Sword Palace.

A dark and silent cave, where drops of water drip from the tips of stalactites and fall into the shallow water below.

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged. His eyes were closed and motionless, and the Flying Dragon Sword, which was wrapped in chains, was lying on his knees.

In the vast and endless sea of knowledge. He constantly visualized the bull demon and the tiger demon, and the demonic nature in his chest was surging, as solid as a rock, and he wanted to kill.

At this time. A statue of the demon suppressor appears in the sea of knowledge. Nameless demons have transformed from humans to demons, but they have always refused to surrender to demonic nature, and they continue to fight with them.

There is no great enlightenment of "putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot", with a tenacious will, endlessly fighting with oneself, this spirit is faintly connected with the bull demon and the tiger demon.

The devil has no regrets, my generation does not want to be enlightened, but I am willing to hold the sharp blade and stare at the dripping blood.

The demon heart glows with rounds of light, revealing three feet outside the body, condensing but not dispersing, sometimes turning into a tiger demon fighting heaven and earth, sometimes turning into a bull demon who stands up to the sky, and finally turning into a demon man, constantly changing the posture of the demon suppression statue.

The stronger the demonic nature, the brighter the demonic heart, and the greater the power of the Demon Suppression Catalogue!

Unconsciously, Li Qingshan's way of practicing was very different from that of the non-angry monk, and even different from the idea of the creator of this exercise.

Normally, with a demonic existence like the Bull Demon Tiger Demon, he doesn't care about the "Demon Suppression Catalogue" at all, and will only go to the peak of the Demon Dao, or be ruined by the Demon Dao, or become a Demon Dao giant. Only the wisdom and forbearance of the spirit turtle and the noble virtue of the phoenix can neutralize and suppress such a strong demonic nature, and there is a trace of possibility in the impossible!

The rolling demonic qi flowed along the demon-suppressing chain and wrapped around the Flying Dragon Sword.

Since you can't force it, let's change the way and infect it with your own will!

Just like a teenager in the face of rebellion, if he blindly uses tough methods, he will only encounter more fierce resistance, so it is better to slowly try it and let him accept the new truth.

Fu Qingjin took the sword heart as his own heart, and finally lost himself, and only found himself after the sword was broken.

Li Qingshan, however, wanted to make his own heart a sword heart, and if he could succeed, the spirit of the Flying Dragon Sword would not only not be lost, but would be enhanced by receiving the powerful intention of Li Qingshan, the new master.

It's just that the difficulty is not known how many times greater, can he really defeat the sword heart shaped by the previous generations of Flying Dragon Sword Masters?

Li Qingshan himself was not sure, there was really no choice but to erase the spirituality of the Flying Dragon Sword.

A few days later, he smiled, opened his eyes, and saw a trace of demonic energy seeping into the Flying Dragon Sword, leaving a little demonic mark.

As the saying goes, "it's easy to learn bad, it's hard to learn good", it is difficult for a rebellious teenager to become a good student with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, and it is very simple to become a hooligan gangster.

"The sword is a murder weapon, a thing to kill, instead of destroying it for the sake of meaningless persistence, it is better to kill with me and realize my original intention!"

Li Qingshan laughed softly, the Flying Dragon Sword trembled, but the will to resist was a little weaker.

The embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, once there was a loophole, the rest of the things were logical, that little ink mark continued to expand, and it only took three days to dye the Flying Dragon Sword, the color became a little dark and dark, but the edge became more and more fierce.

Only the dragon's eyes on the hilt of the sword are still shining golden.

After another day, the dragon's eyes suddenly changed to the same color as the demon heart, and the sound of the dragon's groan, from low to high, was deafening, and reverberated throughout the cave.

"It's finished!" (to be continued)