Three hundred and twentieth chapters recorded in the book
This sword spirit is young but has a lot of wisdom. From the beginning, she was able to directly command the high-level "Jushan" and Bu Yao. Now she can control them with her hands and feet.
Xiao Luan held Guantian in his hand, and his audible and righteous sound was particularly eye-catching, and the edge of the sword flashed with a dazzling cold light, making people look at him.
He glanced at the little girl who was trying hard to command the two swords, smiled slightly, stamped his feet, jumped into the air, and flew towards a huge ferocious beast.
It was a ferocious tiger-headed beast with dense hair on its body. It tore the air with one claw and made a harsh whistle. The hair on its body stood up like densely packed steel needles.
The Heaven-Watching Sword in Xiao Luan's hand burst out with brilliant light. He held the hilt of the sword with one hand and slashed hard at the huge tiger head.
The sound of the sword shook all directions, the tiger-headed beast howled miserably, and was split into two. The blood mist rolled and the corpses fell.
This scene attracted the attention of many people.
Xiao Luan's swordsmanship is too dazzling. Although he has not been waiting for Yuanying for a long time, he already has the charm of the old Yuanying.
Gu Xiangxiang on the other side looked at Xiao Luan in a daze for a moment. He was attacked by a ferocious beast and injured his arm. After swallowing a pill, he retreated dozens of steps in embarrassment. Finally, he was killed by a white fish that floated quietly.
Swallow the talisman and bring it within five miles of the city.
"Xiangxiang, you are lost!"
Li Zhuying's voice came to her ears, causing Gu Xiangxiang to lower her head slightly. She cupped her hands towards the top of the city, waited for the injury on her shoulder to recover, and then returned to the wave of ferocious beasts along with several monks from the Fourth Realm who jumped down from the top of the city.
She glanced back at Xiao Luan who was standing far away, lowered her eyes, covered up the throbbing in her heart, and turned around to join the battle.
On the top of the city, Li Zhuying looked at Gu Xiangxiang's leaving figure and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Gu Xiangxiang is his apprentice, and he can tell her thoughts at a glance.
It's just a pity that between men and women, it's not just that you are in love and I am interested. Many times, you don't get what you ask for.
He only hoped that Gu Xiangxiang could think clearly.
Lin Yanli sat cross-legged at the top of the city. With great luck, he collected the sword intent flying from a distance and sent it into the sea of consciousness, where it was refined by Jiang Wanli.
At this time, she no longer drew her sword on the city wall. Instead, she held two jade slips and copied and recorded things on various city walls.
Taking out a wisp of sword intent from the center of his eyebrows, Lin Yanli came to an old monk who was full of energy and asked, "Old senior, what is the honorific title of the sword immortal who gave me this sword intent?"
The old monk glanced at the sword intention in Lin Yanli's hand and said softly: "Oh, this guy is Xie Yu from Luhua Lane. He likes to drink. We Mutiancheng monks generally don't use honorifics and call him by his first name.
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"What are his regrets and wishes?"
"This guy was a restless guy. He just liked drinking. He once liked a girl from a foreign country and even traveled to several states to look for her. Unfortunately, he died without telling her about his love."
Lin Yanli nodded and wrote it down in the jade slip. The old monk took a closer look and saw that the top of the jade slip was Taoist Chiyang, the ancestor of the Danxia Sect, and Cao Zheng, the master of the Sword Immortal of Guanhai Academy. He smiled heartily.
He said, "Girl, why are you writing these things down? Why don't you wield your sword more and hone your swordsmanship, so that you can live up to your trust?"
Lin Yanli shook her head and wrote down Xie Yujianxian very seriously, and also marked the foreign woman next to it.
"Old senior, you are wrong. I am also practicing my sword like this!"
"Is this also sword practice?" the old monk muttered.
Lin Yanli nodded heavily, and the sword intention in his palm turned into a small sword, which kept rotating around the sword intention. He curled his lips and said in the mist: "Others practice sword practice, practice form and mind, I practice sword practice, practice my heart.
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Following what is in your mind and drawing the sword in your mind is not a form of advanced swordsmanship.
Looking around the city walls, Lin Yanli came to a city wall covered with writings and slowly copied the words on the wall onto another bamboo slip.
"The world is fair, and the Legalist giants leave their names behind."
"There are three million sword immortals in the sky. I bowed down when I saw them. My sword skills are not very good. I will leave a message so that others will not forget them."
"The local swordsmen in Mutian City are not unreasonable. I want to teach them to be reasonable. If they are still unreasonable, I will have no choice but to be unreasonable."
They were all strange words, some of which did not even include her own name, but who left the words, Lin Yanli would ask the sword immortals of Mutian City one by one, and she would let these people's bold and heroic postures,
Pass it on in books.
She would write down the names of the sword immortals who gave her sword intentions one by one. For those who asked for something, they would fulfill their lifetime wishes. For those who asked for nothing, she would offer them a bowl of strong wine from afar. After all, these sword immortals all like to drink.
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Copy one wall, then go to another wall.
Mutian City, which has been around for thousands of years, has undergone too many major repairs and has had too many people leave their names. Some of the handwritings are even hard to see clearly. Lin Yanli still tried to identify them carefully. If he really couldn't recognize them, he looked for the old monks in Mutian City.
Ask them to recognize it, and after final deliberation, they can be copied onto the jade slips.
The battle this time was more fierce than the previous ones. Perhaps because all the ten great monsters from the throne in the sky had appeared, the ferocious beasts of the wilderness were much more violent than the last time they attacked the city.
There were even many ferocious beasts with thick skin and flesh that survived Mutian City's formation and crashed into the walls of Mutian City.
There was a ferocious beast that was close to its transformation in the fifth realm, with a long horn on its head. After using some means to rush through the formation of Mutian City, it ran wildly, letting the monks bombard it without stopping to slow down its pace.
Finally, he risked his life and hit the wall, pushing out a big hole in the thick city wall.
Seeing this scene, many ferocious beasts with horns on their heads followed suit and charged as if they were desperate, billowing thick smoke and leaving an extremely eye-catching long line on the battlefield.
Some monks who were good at earth-moving magic quickly jumped off the city tower with the craftsmen in Mutian City, repaired the city wall at an extremely fast speed, and used their own Taoism to add an additional barrier to the formation of Mutian City.
Lin Yanli happened to be at the damaged city wall. The wild bull just pushed over and the entire city wall was shaking. She stuck her head out and glanced at the craftsmen who were working hard to repair the city wall. Then she raised her head and looked into the distance. The yellow dust
, the ferocious offensive made her heart twitch, and she hurriedly left the city.
When a fight breaks out here, she, a small second-level monk, won't be able to withstand it.
Sure enough, as she expected, some major repairmen came from other cities, stood in the air, used brute force to reverse the direction of the bulls, and started fighting directly under the city.
Lin Yanli watched the excitement from a distance.
Suddenly, a sharp roar came from the sky above the city, and then a flying sword drew an arc from mid-air and struck Lin Yanli's head. Lin Yanli hurriedly squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
The flying sword passed by Lin Yanli's hair bun, and a strand of black hair fell down.
The big demon is unwilling to kill himself!
Lin Yanli touched the hair that was cut off at her temples, frowned and poked her head out of the gap in the female wall, using her consciousness to find the owner of the flying sword.