"Dang—" "Dang—" The continuous collision made Ling Qi's palms a little sore. Looking at the figure who was breathing slowly in front of him, the boy felt helpless, and then pulled out a long sword from behind and rushed towards the figure again.

"What kind of sword is this?" The little sword god in the corner looked at another long sword similar to the sword just now, and looked at the two women beside him with some confusion. The senior sister smiled on her face, and looked at the woman in white beside her and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not only giving Qingying, but also giving more than half of your own way. Why, I like my junior brother, so should I help you with the matchmaking?"

"It's just that this little guy learned the unworthy things from my sword himself, and the little guy did this just to make his opponent more likely to catch his flaws." As soon as Senior Sister Xia in White finished speaking, the sword in Ling Qi's hand was picked away. Looking at the faint disappointment in the other person's eyes, Ling Qi spread his hands and replied with a wry smile: "It seems that I lost this time."

"Continue." The other party was a little unyielding and made a move to insert Ling Qi's sword back in front of him. Looking at the boy's eyes, there was a bit of expectation and hope, and this move also made the onlookers a little dumbfounded: "This is not a resonance of the sword body, but from now on, all swords are subordinate to the sword body."

"It's still a little bit, but half of his foot is already in that realm." The little sword god beside him was also a little surprised. He looked at the scar on his wrist, then looked at the figure standing on the field, shook his head with a wry smile, took a cup of tea and drank it. Hearing the woman in white beside him analyze it calmly: "This person doesn't want to enter this realm, and seems to be not satisfied with such a sword."

"Well--I'm not satisfied yet. Could it be that what she asked for..." The little sword god was choked by the woman's words and replied angrily. However, just as he was halfway through his words, he looked at the figure hesitantly, looking at the other party's appearance wrapped in sword energy, sighed and sat back.

"Xia Qinghan, you have lost confidence when you talk about the little sword god. The sword cultivator cannot find the target of wielding the sword, but it will mislead his cultivation." The woman eating pastry said with gloating meaning. However, this sentence made the little sword god beside him unable to comfort him except for the more embarrassment on his face.

"Young junior brother has admitted defeat. Isn't this one going to let go?" The senior sister swallowed a mouthful of pastry and looked at the sword in front of the hall gate and couldn't move. She said with some dissatisfaction. All she got was the woman in white and explained helplessly: "Junior brother Ling has never produced a real sword. What he has always done is to turn the sword moves he saw into a sword he understood, so this young man who has seen has been forced to really make a real sword. He said that he didn't want to let go just like that."

"Aren't you not practicing swords?" The senior sister stuffed pastries in her mouth, and her words were a little blurred. But as soon as she finished speaking, she thought of something and looked at the woman in white beside her apologetically.

"Don't care, and under the guidance of Junior Brother Ling, I have found the path I want, so let it pass in that competition!" The woman in white looked indifferent, which made the senior sister who was thinking of apologizing a little embarrassed. She looked at the woman holding a teacup and drinking in her small mouthful, and then looked at the light shadow sword in the junior brother's hand, laughed a few times and stopped saying anything.

Ling Qi, who was pressed by an extremely heavy sword force, looked at the figure holding a long sword in front of him, smiled helplessly, and then bowed and said with a little apology: "I promise you that when I really think about my own way, I will come to fight you and never break my promise."

"Okay, so let's take a sword." The figure opposite nodded, but did not untie the constraints on Ling Qi. Moreover, the words with such a scoundrel tone made Ling Qi feel a little headache. The boy looked at the figure who seemed a little excited and explained softly: "That, senior, I mean that I will give up today's battle, I will admit defeat."

The figure in front of him was slightly stunned, then looked at the boy in front of him who seemed to have a headache, saying, "Okay, I accept it." Ling Qi finally felt relieved when he heard this answer, and then heard the figure and said, "So, next is my challenge to you."

"Senior, don't you think it's a bit bullying!" Ling Qi took a deep breath, then suppressed the anger in his heart and repeatedly reminded himself that he could not beat him, and said slowly: "Senior is already sixth level and has already had a natal sword. I am a cultivator who has just entered the third level and has not cultivated my natal sword. Don't you think it's a bit unfair?"

The figure opposite was silent after hearing Ling Qi's words. Looking at the boy in front of her who made her feel itchy, shook her head and explained softly: "Wuxin, it's not my natal sword."

"Isn't it? Hahaha, I don't deserve her to take out her natal sword." The little sword god in the corner was stunned when he heard this, and then he felt a sad look on his face. He took out a jar of fairy wine from the storage bag and started drinking it on his own.

"Speaking of it, how much does Xiaoxia know about this?" The senior sister on the side asked Xia Qinghan, who was still calm and gentle on the side. The woman in white frowned slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied with the other party's name to her. However, looking at the figure on the field who seemed to have only sword in her eyes, she sighed and said, "When I saw this, I was already in the Daoyuan Realm, but at that time, this person was just a sword-fierce disciple in Qingfeng. You and this person were on the same battlefield, shouldn't you know more about it than me?"

"When I saw this, he was already wrapped in sword energy like a hedgehog. And because he made too many military achievements, it was difficult to investigate him, not to mention that he was a disciple of Wen Qingfeng. It seemed that this was the only disciple who had not gone wrong!" The senior sister said with emotion. There were many madmen in the supreme, and Wen Qingfeng was even more infatuated with things. He either became treacherous or looked like a stinky face that others owed him money. This person was already the most normal among these madmen.

However, the two women tacitly avoided his identity without saying anything. They made the little sword god who stretched his ears to hear whether there was gossip in his heart as if it was a cat. Just turned his head slightly and met the sarcastic smile of the woman carrying the sword box, which made the little sword god who usually claims to be a handsome young man with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

The conversation in the corner did not affect the two confrontations on the field. Ling Qi originally thought that as long as he refused to agree, he would feel bored to leave here, but he did not expect that the other party looked at the indifferent self and sat opposite him, took out a pot of wine from the storage bag and took a sip.

Ling Qi looked at the familiar wine, raised his eyebrows and asked softly: "Have you been to the demon clan?"

"When they passed by, their saint heard that I came to Wanjian Mountain and gave me a pot." The figure opposite looked at the wine pot in his hand, looked at the excited boy strangely, and explained softly.

Ling Qi listened to this answer and understood the little fox's meaning, and said helplessly: "Can you give me some time? I need a sword that can satisfy me, and a sword that can keep you from regretting it."

"You have to go in." The figure drinking wine looked at the boy who suddenly became serious, stood up and asked, then looked at the onlookers who seemed a little excited because of their words, and swung a sword with some dissatisfaction. A sword energy cut the ground and shattered the magic weapons and weapons in the hands of many people. Looking at the onlookers who finally stopped coming forward, the figure nodded, then turned around and said to the stunned boy, "I'll wait for you."

Ling Qi's reaction was already a little dull, and he turned mechanically toward the palace behind him.

Then with the onlookers' expressions of surprise, the palace disappeared, and what was reflected in front of him was a sword tomb. He saw that there seemed to be some swords that had been famous for many years in the sword tomb. He also inserted them on this sword tomb in this way, which made some sword cultivators look a little more jealous. They were just about to take a step and felt a sharp sword energy. Then they woke up and smiled a few times and retreated.

Ling Qi walked on the sword cemetery, looked at the famous swords that he had seen in the library, smiled, and retreated. The boy looked at Wanjian Mountain on his head and said with a little sarcasm: "Is this what you call Wanjian? Record the famous swords in the world into a sword, let these famous swords serve as a foil for your Wanjian Mountain."

The eldest sister in the corner had already seen stars in her eyes, and she said with complacency: "Young brother shouldn't be a sword cultivator!"

"Yes, what the sword cultivator seeks is to understand his thoughts, not really a stubborn mind!" The little sword god nodded in agreement. He felt a little disdainful of these famous swords. He practiced his own sword cultivation, and other people's sword skills are not his own after all. If he relies on other people's sword skills to reach a higher level, he may never be able to understand his thoughts again.

Ling Qi raised the uncle who seemed to be asleep, picked up the Changming, and walked back to the sword tomb again. However, this time the boy saw a black figure blocking his way. Looking at the figure full of danger, Ling Qi smiled and asked, "So do Wan Jianshan think Changming is not worthy?"

"Changming climbed Wanjian Mountain by using your swordsmanship, so he is naturally not worthy." The black figure looked at the stubborn boy in front of him, shook his head and said.

"Then my sword will be bright." Ling Qi looked at the sword tomb with some disappointment, looking at these famous swords that seemed to be unable to wake up again, and looking at these guys who actually wanted to preach through Wanjian Mountain, Ling Qi sighed, and then placed the uncle on this cemetery in front of his figure and lit it on a new tomb.

"Are you sure you are using Changming, not Qingying?" The figure opposite looked at the not-so-sharp sword in front of him with curiousness. He looked down at Wuxin in his hand, a little uncertain whether his next sword would destroy the boy's dream.

"Senior, please draw your sword. It will always be bright and not your body. It can be withstood, and I can also bear it."

"good."

The Wuxin Sword came out and cut through thousands of them.
Chapter completed!