Li Qing looked at the sword hanging on the archway, and the name of the sword was Chengying.

It is said that in the past, this sword was called dragon slaying.

Li Qingmo rubbed the sword he had ordered on the Internet in his hand and sighed, "It is indeed a good sword, if you don't eat people, it will be even better." ”

The sword on the torii shook slightly.

Li Qing turned to leave.

There is a temple by the Qingshui River, and the temple enshrines the ancestor of the Li family.

The sun has set.

Li Qing entered the temple only to find that what was offered in the temple was not a tablet, nor a statue of a god carved in wood and clay, but a painting.

The person in the painting has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Qiong's nose is bold, and he is holding a scabbard in his arms, only the sheath, not the sword.

The sword hangs on the torii.

"You are the ancestor of the Li family, and now the entire Li family is almost finished by you!" Li Qing led the donkey, took off the wine bag, and drank two sips of wine, the entrance was mellow and sweet, and the throat was like sesame oil.

Li Qing drew his sword out of the sheath, and a mouthful of wine sprayed on the sword, the sword light was like washing, and the cold light flickered.

"Come out!" Li Qing slashed his sword, and the flames of the oil seal in the gloomy temple were extinguished, and a cold air struck.

The painting swayed in the wind, and the sound of a sword was heard. A streamer flew from the archway, and the temple suddenly exploded.

"Slay the demon!" Li Qing shouted, and the originally ordinary Qingfeng Sword was suddenly covered with a layer of misty blue light, and slashed horizontally towards the painting.

The sword fairy in the painting suddenly stepped out of the painting, with scales growing on his face, demon lines, holding the sword scabbard, and the streamer outside the temple was like a young swallow returning to the nest, just falling in the sheath.

The sword light flashed, the sound of the collision of sharp weapons came, and Li Qing snorted and flew out upside down.

The Channeling Technique operated on its own in the body, driven by the Divine Movement Technique, and swooped up again.

The sword light poured like flowing water.

Pumping, belting, lifting, gridding, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, stirring, pressing, splitting, intercepting, washing, chopping, cutting, for a time the sword light shines, the phoenix dances and the dragon soars, and the rabbit walks and the eagle flies.

Li Qing has never been so happy. It was completely different from the feeling of practicing swords, such as arm command, every time it collided, Li Qing felt as if the sword in his hand was breathing.

The monster that came out of the painting was just a finger pinch, and the Chengying Sword kept rolling up and down around Li Qingzhou's body, and the moves were not far from the vital point.

Li Qing's hairs rose suddenly, and the strong sense of crisis made Li Qing unable to think, and he swung his sword instinctively. At the back, the sword in his hand seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the sword shadow scurrying like a poisonous snake.

A white mist appeared above Li Qing's head, which was gradually unable to lock the strength in his body, if he continued, he was afraid that he would die of exhaustion.

Li Qing didn't notice anything unusual at this time, but became more and more courageous the more he fought, his spirit was high, and his pale face became extremely ruddy.

Today is the twelfth day of coming into this world. Li Qing deliberately waited until the night to do it, because he was afraid that there would be a disagreement, and there would be a way out.

However, this monster is very fierce, and once they fight, there is no more word in Li Qing's mind.

The sword danced faster and faster, and under the moonlight, Li Qing's shadow seemed to come to life.

The sound of sword weapons colliding kept sounding, and Li Qing only felt that his hand was suddenly empty, and a sword light came into view, which was extremely bright.

Li Qingsheng had a kind of awakening.

At this moment, a streamer flew in the distance, circled around the monster's neck, and a head fell off, and with a click, it scattered into a cloud of ink.

The streamer in front of Li Qing showed his tracks, and it was the Chengying Sword hanging on the archway. At this point, he lost control and kept flying around the puddle of ink on the ground, as if he was screaming.

Li Qing exhaled slowly, sweat gushed like a spring as soon as he relaxed, his clothes were soaked through, only the hilt of the sword was left in his hand, and the body of the sword had already been broken.

Li Qing looked up, someone came from afar, and instantly landed in front of the temple, dressed in white, with a handsome face, long hair tied back with hemp rope, and a sword box behind him.

The streamer that had cut off the head of the youkai flew into the sword box behind the person.

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the immortals!" Li Qing bowed his hand.

The person who came waved his hand, "My generation of cultivators, cultivating morality, often practicing the path of merit, slaying demons and eliminating demons is also where my merit lies, you don't have to take it to heart." ”

"Dare to ask the seniors, but the legendary sword immortals?"

"It's just practice, how can you be called an immortal. ”

Li Qing looked at the monster that turned into a puddle of ink and asked, "Do you know what kind of monster this is?"

"Speaking of which, this demon still has some connections with my door, this time the elders in the door sensed it in the dark, and when the news came, I ran around, but I didn't expect it to be here. ”

Li Qing's heart sank, he should have thought that this monster and the person who came could fly the sword, could it be a raccoon dog?

The visitor didn't pay attention to the expression on Li Qing's face, and said to himself, "This demon is just a painting, but the person in the painting is an elder in my sect, and he has a wisp of his divine energy in the dark, and he has been worshiped by the villagers for hundreds of years. ”

The person who came said and pinched a finger in his hand, and the shadow sword flew into the hand of the person who came, and at this time, the sword was restrained, and there was no more miracle.

Li Qing listened to the words of the person who came and put his heart at ease, and when he saw the movement of the person, he couldn't help but look over, and then looked at the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand, pursed his lips, and threw it away.

The person who came smiled and said, "This sword is a relic of the elders in the door, but I can't give it to you." The little brother can be regarded as suffering an unwarranted disaster because of the things in my door, but it is a pity that all the skills of my generation of swordsmen are on a sword, and there is nothing to compensate for. ”

"The predecessors are serious, and the grace of saving lives is still unrequited, how dare you ask for anything else?"

The person who came paused and said, "The cultivator has a chance, I see that your face is blue and black, you should have recruited a ghost, but this ghost is ignorant, has no evil spirit, and has good roots. I have here a scripture called "The Devil", and I will give it to you. ”

Li Qing took the scriptures from the hand, thanked him, and asked, "Haven't you asked your predecessor for the surname Gao?"

"My surname is Yan, and I am from Shushan. ”

Li Qing exclaimed: "Shushan Yan Chixia?"

"Have you heard my name?" said the visitor, a little strangely.

Who said that Yan Chixia was a bearded man? Li Qing looked at the other party's handsome face, and couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

So what is this world, chatting fast?

Li Qing replied vaguely, saluted Yan Chixia, and asked, "Senior may teach me the Sword Immortal Method?"

Yan Chixia shook her head, "This doesn't work." ”

"Why? I would like to bow to the gate of Shushan and worship the teacher. ”

"All the arts in ancient times are to be learned, and the swordsmanship alone is to teach. My Shushan Sword Immortal is not a person with a deep relationship of virtue and fortune, and it is not passed on to people who are not resolute and decisive. Teachers have always been allowed to find disciples, and disciples have not been allowed to find teachers. There are rules in the door, little brother, don't blame me. ”

Although Li Qing felt sorry in his heart, he didn't force it. In the blink of an eye, Yan Chixia's figure was no longer in front of her, and the other party's voice came from her ears, "Little brother, this is the matter, you and I will have a time later." ”

Li Qing took out a pocket watch from his arms, which he had bought on the Internet before, and the time was already more than ten o'clock at night.

Li Qing looked at the little donkey and sighed, I don't know if you can follow me back.

Li Qing thought that even that ghost creature could follow him to this world, maybe he could really bring the living creature back.

Thinking of this, Li Qing couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, the four essentials of cultivation, wealth and law, wealth ranked first, if I can really bring it back, it is equivalent to I have a different world, with the resources of a world to feed, and I am worried that I can't cultivate a doorway!