The boy did not see the woman's hand stretching out to him not for the sword in his arms, but for him. Being pulled over by a woman and hugged her in her arms made Ling Qi feel a little dislocation. After struggling for a few times, he only got a soft hum of the woman's displeasure. The boy said helplessly: "Well, senior, if you ask me to help you imitate Wuxin, you won't have to do this!"

The woman just looked at him and said hesitantly: "If I tell you that my sword is hidden on you, will you give it to me?" Ling Qi then realized that the woman was hiding on her body, not a puzzle, but a real hidden in her body. She replied carefully: "If I say I don't give it, my senior will not let me go!"

"Sword cultivator seeks to understand his thoughts, I will not force you to do such a thing." The woman's answer was still the same as there was no fluctuation. However, under Ling Qi's blurry sight, he only saw the woman's eyes that seemed a little dark. Ling Qi smiled bitterly in his heart. He had chased him for tens of thousands of miles just for the sword. It seemed that he would not give it to him. In addition, he actually felt a little disgusted with the sword. The sword that penetrated his body also shattered all his beautiful fantasies about the world of cultivation.

Ling Qi looked at the sword formation blocked by the woman in front of him, sighed and asked, "I'll give you the sword. Can you let me get the permission from Wanjian Mountain?"

"I can try." The woman's answer was not so sure, which made Ling Qi feel a little moved by the sword cultivator. At this time, he should agree to give himself some confidence, so that I can really let you take the sword with me!

Ling Qi looked at the giant sword gradually condensed in the sky, and was a little scared and excited. He sat up and looked at the woman in front of him who was facing ten thousand swords. He sighed softly, "I owe you sword cultivators, I knew that the repulsion of the sword in my heart was correct. The boy spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up tremblingly, looked at the woman with her back facing him in front of him and asked softly, "Okay, I agree, how do you take out that sword."

"Cough--" Ling Qi looked at the long sword inserted into his chest. Although he knew that this was probably a kind of ritual, he still looked at the somewhat overly straightforward woman in front of him with some disbelief. Do you remind me to be mentally prepared? I have to insert it without saying a word. Ling Qi waved his hand and signaled that the senior sister in the audience was fine. He forced a smile and looked at the woman who seemed to be unable to move forward and said, "Continue."

The woman stretched out her right hand and inserted it along the wound left by the sword. Ling Qi was a little surprised that she thought she would scream because of the severe pain. The other party's gentle technique made her feel comfortable to fall down and sleep. The woman held the young man who was a little troubled to open her eyes, showed a firm expression on her face and pulled out a long sword from Ling Qi's chest. The sword was three feet and six points long, and it was all black. Because it was stained with Ling Qi's blood, the sword seemed a bit charming.

The boy slid his chest for a long time, looked up at the long sword drawn from his body, and said half-jokingly: "Is this considered me your sword?"

The woman looked at the sword in her hand in silence, as if she was still a little dazed. She came to her senses after hearing Ling Qi's words, but she saw the blood-stained clothes on her chest that were ravaged by Ling Qi frowned, which made Ling Qi on the side explain in a panic: "That I really didn't mean to take advantage of you, uh, forget it, the explanation feels like she is just a quibbling, you should start with a gentle move."

"No, I'm just a little obsessed with cleanliness." Listening to the woman's answer, Ling Qi was stunned instead. He stood there and opened his eyes hard to confirm something. Then he realized that the woman in front of him was actually wearing a veil. He reached out to take the veil away, but suddenly woke up and shook his head, sighed and said, "I'm not like that peak master. You are not her, you are not her!"

The woman's eyes were a little curious. Looking at the little beast in front of her who was injured and hugged her, she softened her hand and pulled off the veil on her face. Ling Qi looked at the appearance of Master Yu Feng and Master, but his loss in his heart a little aggravated. After thinking about it, he wanted to leave here. As soon as he raised his step, he felt a huge pressure. He looked up at the huge sword hanging on his head and asked the woman behind him, "Since you have got the sword, you can leave this to you!"

"My sword is only suitable for killing people, not for battle." The woman wiped the long sword in her hand, which made Ling Qi feel strange in her heart. She looked down at the broken sword Changming in her hand, and laughed softly and said, "You have taken this sword, you can give me other swords!"

"Wuxin?" The woman handed over the Wuxin sword behind her. The boy just shook his head, then looked at the famous swords separated by the sword energy field released by the woman, and a somewhat vicious smile appeared on his face and said, "What I want is all about this sword tomb."

"Okay." The woman agreed so simply, which surprised Ling Qi. Looking at the woman who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Qi remembered that this sword should not have been done by himself. This was the reward that the other party promised him. At the moment of beauty, his odor that he wanted to show off had been off again. Ling Qi scolded him a few words, turned around and looked at the woman holding the sword and closing his eyes, sighed and said, "Forget it, do a good person to the end, I will let you see this sword."

"Shou——" "Shou——" Listening to the sound of the sword that reached his ears, Ling Qi realized the horror of this woman. Looking at the gradually increasing torrent of long swords around her, the young man roared slightly, "Let me have a sword."

The woman looked at the boy who had finally become serious, with a hint of excitement and expectation in her eyes. She pinched the sword technique and said, "Get up." The torrent of long sword surrounded the arrogance of the young man, making it impossible for the onlookers to see clearly. The little sword god looked at the tall woman holding the abacus in front of her, and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you worried that your junior brother can't take the sword from Wanjianshan?"

"Don't bother me, I want to calculate how this person will compensate my junior brother." Xia Qinghan, who was next to him, stepped back and looked at the little sword god who was still stunned on the side and smiled apologetically. However, the woman in white turned around and took out a book and was calculating what she was doing.

"Stop knocking, that's the Sword of the Protecting the Country." The onlookers' exclamation made the little sword god look away from the two women who were trapped in strange fields and look at the boy wrapped in famous swords on the field. Looking at the boy's actions, he almost planned to stop him in a distressed way, but his eyes met the woman who was independent of the boy holding a sword beside him, and he smiled a few times and sat back.

The little sword god had a deep understanding of this person's power. His master did not dare to act as an air in front of her. He came to find a place for his junior brother, but it turned into a trip to visit this residence. Although the master did not tell him what his identity he was, he still guessed it from his words and deeds. He just thought that the two women had avoided this topic tacitly when they were talking, shook their heads and continued to look at the boy in the scene.

Ling Qi is doing a sword burial now. With the long sword Wuxin taken from the woman's hand, he smashed the famous sword like a torrent of steel into pieces. Looking at the woman's still calm eyes, Ling Qi was a little scared. Isn't the sword cultivator all the sword-loving temperament? You are so frightened that I feel even more panicked in my heart. Ling Qi asked carefully: "Senior, aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Ling Qi realized that this woman didn't care about the long sword in her hand, so how could she care about these famous swords that had been sealed here for a long time? Ling Qi raised his eyebrows and stopped the action in his hand and said, "Can you help me cut off all these swords?"

"Okay." Ling Qi only saw the woman in front of him pinch a sword technique. The famous swords that were still a little restless were quiet, and then they fought each other in front of the boy, breaking into pieces. Looking at the fragments of weapons flying in the air in front of him, Ling Qi was a little lost. He shook his head and came back to his senses before taking a deep breath, pinching a sword technique. The golden light in Sao Nian's eyes was magnificent. With the activation of his sword technique, the fragments floating on the ground gathered together and condensed into a huge long sword.

Ling Qi looked at the woman next to him who was still standing there, threw Changming in his hand into the long sword, and smiled helplessly: "Wanjianshan, don't you just want Wanjianhui's way to get a sword? I'll give it to it."

The boy stood up and held the hilt of the long sword in his right hand. He felt the complicated thoughts coming from his palm. Ling Qi looked at the woman behind him, and then confirmed that the other party did not react much and then broke the other long sword in his hand and integrated it into it.

"Wuxin is really a good name. A sword should be just a weapon for killing people. Xin is still the person holding it." Ling Qi seemed to explain what he had just done to the woman beside him, but the gradually increasing pressure on his body forced Ling Qi to interrupt the movement of wiping the sword body on his hand. Looking at the giant sword that was falling rapidly towards him, the young man raised the long sword in his hand and stomped his feet and stabbed his feet into the sky.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword also turned into pieces and scattered on Wanjian Mountain. Ling Qi smiled at the giant sword on his head, then stretched out his right hand to the sky, first compared a middle finger, then retracted his finger, and snapped his finger hard.

With the boy's finger snapping, the huge long sword projection gradually dissipated, which made the onlookers breathe a sigh of relief. Some guys who wanted to pick up the scattered fragments were cut through their throats by a sword energy, and died silently in the congratulations that everyone had survived the disaster.

Ling Qi saw the abnormality in the crowd. He looked up at the woman beside him, but only saw the expression that was not strange at all. He said with a headache: "You have seen this sword too, I can leave!" He didn't care about the woman's reaction, but Ling Qi stood up and rubbed the pain in his body, took out a few pills from the storage bag and swallowed it.
Chapter completed!