The long sword breaks through the clouds, the streamer is just the wind, the mountain of clouds and sky, all beings bow their heads, roar down, laughing at the sorrow and sorrow of the floating world. This is the image of the sword immortal in Li Jingliu's heart.

Of course, if the above paragraph is not modified, it is natural that Lao Tzu is a sword immortal, you have to worship Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu loves to pretend to be forced in the sky, you have to watch!ahahaha~

If this kind of voice is released, it will definitely be beaten, so Xiaosheng is still reluctant to embellish it with literature. Although the ideal is beautiful, the cruelty of reality still makes a big joke for Li Mo and the others, Li Jingliu really didn't expect that his first sword is so miserable.

At this time, Li Jingliu was starving with his chest against his back, looking at everyone like food. Li Mo and the others had been on Jianping for more than a week, and thanks to Li Jingliu's two days of mastering the ice freeze, the two did not die of thirst. And then the only thing I eat every day is a bird that accidentally flies from the sky. At the beginning, there was also a group of quite pleasing Shengyu birds, quite happy to bounce around the two, with an intimate expression. But since Li Jingliu accidentally exposed the hideous face of eating birds, this group of only half of the Shengyu birds has never passed through this area again.

In the next three days, the two of them only saw a yellow crane flying by unintentionally, and Li Jingliu, who had a fierce eye, seized the moment and strode onto the edge of the cliff, and threw it out with a whip, pulling the yellow crane alive from the edge of the sky to the eyes. Immediately, the silent Mo Dong grabbed the yellow crane a few handfuls and ripped the yellow crane's hair, and the set & action was smooth. The poor yellow crane was not dead at this time, and a mournful long roar resounded between the heavens and the earth.

After that, the two of them were starving and never ate again. Presumably it was the effect of the yellow crane's wailing, and no creature had ever fought it for the next few days.

It's not that these two people don't want to go down the mountain, but this Spirit Sword Peak is in an inverted cone, with a platform on it, and there is no way down at all. In such a life-and-death state, the two of them seem to have no other way than to cultivate the sword as soon as possible. To say that the potential of people at the moment of life and death is the greatest, and the performance of natural geniuses in this regard is even more prominent, Li Mo and the others have verified this very well.

Since there was no water to drink, Li Jingliu, who had a water spirit vein, mastered the freezing technique in two days. Since there was no food, Li Mo and the others mastered the art of the sword in twelve days. Xinteng Heavy Sword and Mo Dongfu have the same heart, and Mo Dongxuan naturally learns faster, so he can fly crookedly for a while in the early morning of the twelfth day.

Li Jingliu looked at him, shook his head, and thought that he would follow him, and he fell down halfway. Then he sacrificed the Shadow Short Sword, which he had already recognized the Lord, and silently manipulated the aura to make it work. Finally, on the afternoon of the twelfth day, Li Jingliu was able to fly with a sword.

Out of concern for their lives, the two of them carried hunger and practiced hard all night, and in the early morning of the third day, Li Jingliu gritted his teeth and said to Mo Dong: "Senior brother." Let's go while it's still dark, and when it's dawn, there will be no speed. "The Shadow Shortsword flies almost twice as fast at night as it does during the day. And Li Mo and the others couldn't go hungry anymore.

Mo Dongdun thought about Li Jingliu's appearance of falling off after flying three meters during the day, he was really a little uneasy, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, why don't I come?" "At least I flew 10 meters before I fell.

Li Jingliu said weakly: "Don't worry, your speed is too slow." Your senior brother is just a little hungry, it's okay, hold on to it in the end!"

Mo Dongwan thought about it, if he wants to fall, he will always fall, so it is better to gamble and nodded. Li Jingliu was silent for a while, trying to renew his qi, and then performed another ice freezing technique, making a large piece of ice out of thin air, and gnawing two bites fiercely, and then sacrificing the Imperial Shadow Short Sword.

Mo Dongduan also went up to bite twice, with an expression of looking at death as if he were at home, stepped on the short sword that glowed blue in the night, and said, "Go!"

Immediately, Li Jingliu's spiritual power urged, and the spirit sword and the shadow rushed out in an instant like a giant bat in the night, this time Li Jingliu was extraordinary, after three hundred meters, the speed of the sword gradually slowed down, and the shadow flew slowly in the air, and from time to time it also fell downward.

After Mo Dong held out for a thousand meters in a panic, he sacrificed the new vine heavy sword, but the heavy sword is the heavy sword, and the aura used to manipulate him is also three times that of the Imperial Shadow Short Sword. Mo Dong fainted the sword, and then pulled Li Jingliu, who looked sluggish, and the two of them slashed forward slowly on the heavy sword.

In just six or seven breaths, Mo Dongdui couldn't hold on, so the two of them slid diagonally towards a mountain peak, and when they were still two or three meters from the ground, Mo Dongduan couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as they finished their work, the two of them rolled down the mountain together. The two who were so hungry really didn't have the strength to move anymore, even if they were really unwilling, they couldn't escape the fate of starvation.

Many years later, someone asked Li Jingliu whether he was willing to be embarrassed or willing to die. He replied simply, of course he was willing to be embarrassed! It was even more embarrassing to starve to death! He viciously bit the spirit fruit in his hand, and the abundant juice splashed his hand.

Li Jingliu was woken up by someone, and Mo Dongdu, who was in better health, was already sitting on the side and nibbling on a pot of steamed buns brought by his kind fellow disciples, stuffing two in one bite.

And Li Jingliu first saw the light of day, then selectively closed his eyes, ignoring the curious eyes around his head, and then, he stiffened a carp, picked off the steamed bun in Mo Dongdu's hand, and stuffed it into his mouth, until the steamed bun fell into his stomach, Li Jingliu felt that he was still alive.

A group of fellow disciples looked at these two starving ghosts, and no one dared to ask a question for a long time. It wasn't until Li Jingliu was stuck and coughed desperately that someone handed over a glass of water, and said carefully: "Where did Uncle Shi come from?" The disciples were quite puzzled, and the jade plate of the identity of the disciples of the Mountain Gate was actually found from the arms of these two starving ghosts.

Li Jingliu swallowed the steamed bun with a stiff neck, and after a long time, he saw the disciple who handed the water holding up the identity jade plate with both hands. So he patted his chest, slapped the steamed bun into his stomach, and said: "The uncles met a vicious beast on the sword flat, the vicious beast ate everything, and almost ate up the birds in the half of the peak. ”

The disciple looked at their appearance, couldn't help but smile, and said respectfully, "Hasn't Uncle Shi learned the method of Bigu?"

Li Jingliu was stunned, and then the donkey's head replied: "That hungry beast is really fierce, and the uncles don't have time to show it." After finishing speaking, he suddenly saw the silent Mo Dong munching on steamed buns, and in a blink of an eye, there were no more steamed buns left. So, he pounced on one tiger after another, scooped up all the steamed buns, and stuffed them into his stomach one by one.