The senior sister's reminder made Ling Qi feel a little nervous. Seeing a figure flying over from a distance, Ling Qi's eyes became slightly solemn, but soon there was a little strange on his face. Why did this figure feel like he was knocked over?

Not everyone has the talent like Ling Qi to see which one the visitor was. The onlookers only saw a figure smashing on the ground and stirred up countless dust. When the smoke and dust dissipated, they found that the visitor looked familiar. A quick-mouthed man said with some uncertainty: "This seems to be the little sword god."

"It's the little sword god. I didn't expect that this sword question had already alarmed him!"

"But why is the little sword god so embarrassed? He is like this now, as if he has been beaten up."

"This is being beaten. I didn't expect that the Sword God inheritor would have such a day!"

"Who was the one who hit him?"

"Is it the older generation of people who came out?"

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The man in the field ignored the discussions of the onlookers. He looked at the somewhat confused Ling Qi in front of him and shouted to the sky: "I lost this game. I hope you won't use this method next time you challenged." The little sword god didn't know that he had become the man's authority prop. His appearance in a mess made the momentum accumulated by Ling Qi's previous winning streak disappear. Looking at the boy who was still a little alert in his eyes, the man shook his head and went to the corner. After making gestures to clean his clothes, he looked at the woman sitting at the table eating snacks, and laughed twice and sat at the table. The man reached out and picked up the pastries on the table, but heard the woman coughing twice. The woman said with a bit of teasing: "You don't think that my junior brother is worse than you, a half-baked guy!"

The man's movement froze. He looked at the woman with a smile on his face and with some helplessness, and looked at the young voice in front of the palace gate and commented: "This is your supreme innate flawless body. If it were the others, I would really think he has a chance to win, but this is asking the sword. You little brother, don't you think you can really use a few moves with that person with a long bright hand, right?"

"That's my junior brother. If you can't win, you will win." The woman's words were somewhat unreasonable, causing the little sword god beside her to shake her head helplessly, looked at the figure step by step in the distance, suppressed the tremor of her body and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Ling Qi looked at this figure and was a little confused. This feeling of oppression was really not the Immortal Realm. This kind of oppression was only felt by the master and the Master of the Wuming Peak. But soon, Ling Qi realized that this was not the oppression given by the person who came, but the pressure given by the Wanjian Mountain of Wanjian Mountain to the visitor. He was just a pond fish that was affected.

Some onlookers saw the tens of thousands of sword shadows emerging in the sky exclaimed. The figure looked at the giant sword shadow formation in the sky, as if he was a little disgusted. His right hand pointed to the sky, and a sword energy collided with several sword shadows that stabbed down. The violent fluctuations of spiritual energy shocked the sky a few times. The smoke and dust dissipated, and the crowd looked at the broken sword shadows, and a stuttering voice said: "Exiled... Immortal... Inheritance?"

Ling Qi recognized that this should be just something specious, but the shock brought by this visitor's appearance would not be weakened by the question of authenticity. Feeling the look of the figure stabbing at him, the boy even wanted to give up and leave here. He just looked at the senior sister who was not interested in watching the fun and the senior sister Xia who sat on the table at some point. Ling Qi smiled bitterly a few times, then looked at the visitor who was wrapped in a sword energy and couldn't see his figure clearly and bowed and said, "Taishang Ling Qi."

"Taishang Wenqing Peak." He seemed to not want to expose himself to the public's view, but just said the name of the peak, and then watched Ling Qi stop talking. Ling Qi smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand. Changming behind him seemed to be a little joyful, and actually showed a golden light, which made the little sword god sitting below appreciate a little more. He just looked at the boy's opponent and shook his head and drank tea.

"Sword-like hearts are silenced, it's a pity that the opponent is this!" The little sword god sighed a little, and before he finished speaking, he felt two chills beside him. Looking at the two women in front of him, the little sword god barely squeezed out a smile and said slowly: "You are not unaware of this person's deeds, but even the real sword-like hearts are in his hands, you can't walk ten moves!"

The two women's faces were dim. Looking at the opposing two people, I just hope that this junior brother would not lose too ugly after a while!

The pressure Ling Qi faced was beyond the sense of the onlookers. Facing the figure in front of him who had not even drawn his sword, Ling Qi could only laugh at himself in his heart. Facing the feeling that he seemed to be facing a famous sword, the boy took a deep breath and bowed slightly and said, "Please give me advice."

"This sword is called Dameng Jikong." Ling Qi pulled out Changming in his hand. Someone among the onlookers wiped his eyes and asked the people around him hesitantly: "Why did I see the nine swords?"

The senior sister in the corner had a bit of relief and a bit of loss on her face. Her sword still didn't let her junior brother get more chips. Looking at the move of the nine swords, the figure seemed a little disappointed and said softly: "The tide rises."

Ling Qi only felt a force blocking the sword he was slashing. Looking at the opponent who had not moved, there was a bit of despair in the young man's eyes. The broken sword appeared in front of him. The young man closed his eyes slightly, and then the sword move in his hand changed again. A long sword turned into an ark, breaking the wave. However, the sword had no achievements. Looking at the opponent who was unscathed, Ling Qi sighed helplessly, but heard the other party's question mixed with some expectation: "What was the sword just now?"

"Have freedom." Ling Qi didn't feel happy in his heart. The other party's recognition did not seem to be surprised by the power of the sword, but more like seeing a fun toy. The other party was silent for a moment, and then said again: "The tide falls."

Ling Qi faced this sword, as if he had seen the rapid flow of water that was felt in the vast ocean. He had to raise his sword to block it in a hurry. Seeing that he was repelled by this sentence for more than a hundred steps, Ling Qi secretly complained in his heart. If the loss of this competition was too ugly, then his thoughts would become empty talk.

Ling Qi coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the figure in front of him, and asked with a little hesitation: "Who are you from the Guanjiang Jiu family?"

The figure just nodded slightly, looked at the trembling boy in front of him, and whispered: "If you don't have any other means, then I'll look forward to it in vain."

"Can't you give my junior brother some preparation? How could you use all your strength to get up like this?" The senior sister in the corner couldn't stand it and shouted at the figure. She looked at the woman in the corner, nodded slightly and said, "It was you who told me that your junior brother would give me a surprise, so I'm here."

The figure turned around and looked at the boy who still dared not relax, and whispered: "If you defeat me, then Wan Jian will naturally agree to you." Ling Qi knew what this sentence means. If he cannot defeat, Wan Jian will even give up his so-called innate flawless body.

Looking at the merciless figure in front of him, Ling Qi smiled and said, "Fortunately, I had a hand before I came. I thought I couldn't use it anymore. Now it seems that it's just a toy with a little bit of hand!" Ling Qi put Changming back, who seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his hand, looked at the opponent in front of him, and said, "Give me a quarter of an hour, is that okay?"

"Okay." The figure seemed a little curious, but his figure was still blocked by the strange sword energy, which made Ling Qi feel a little confused. However, Ling Qi didn't care what his opponent was like now. He closed his eyes and felt the pressure of Wanjian Mountain. He felt the figure in front of him like a long sword. He smiled bitterly and stretched his right hand behind him, enduring the pain and slowly pulled out a sword from behind. There was blood dripping from the sword, but it was not murderous intent, but it made people feel a little sad.

Ling Qi took a breath slightly, looked at the opponent who seemed to have become serious, and laughed softly and said, "This sword was borrowed by me from my senior sister, and the sword name is Qingying."

"Qingying Sword, hey, Xia Qinghan, what do you mean? Do you think we senior sisters can't borrow it, right?" The senior sister in the corner looked at the woman in white who was still indifferent to her. The woman in white pushed away the troublemaker who wanted to pester her, and her face still looked light and light, but there was a little joy hidden in her eyes.

Ling Qi's Supreme Demon Transformation has used too many skills from his senior brothers and sisters, so if he really borrowed their swords, he would probably turn into a clumsy imitation. Senior Sister Xia did not practice swordsmanship. Her sword was originally an embodiment of her magic, but she borrowed Ling Qi's body and transformed into a long sword again.

Ling Qi raised his sword, and Wanjian Mountain seemed to have a trace of confrontation because of the sword. Several sword shadows stabbed towards the young man in front of the palace gate, but before they could fly to Ling Qi, they were cut in half by a force. The onlookers looked at the scene with sharp eyes and said hesitantly: "Is this really the inheritance of the banished immortal?"

"How could this be true? My master said that people like the banished immortal are afraid they don't want to leave the inheritance at all." The little sword god in the corner looked at the onlookers whose eyes became crazy and said disdainfully. Looking at the two women beside him, he looked at the people among the onlookers who couldn't help but rush forward, looking at the show.

The two women looked like an old god, which made the little sword god look forward to it. I wonder how the young man would deal with this situation. If the sword that was ready to be strong was interrupted, I would probably never be able to swing a stronger sword than this again! Then the little sword god saw a scene that surprised him. Faced with the attack of dozens of people, the young man waved the sword without dodging, and the powerful pressure forced the crowd to retreat, and then the hair of these people was cut a few inches.

"Little junior brother, even if you try your best, your senior sister will protect you!" This sword is indeed exquisite. However, when the senior sister saw that the young man finally stopped his sharpness and punished him, she felt a little bitter. The junior brother's sword was finally affected. He should have taken Ling Qi to the ancient battlefield to experience despite his master's opposition. His junior brother's killing intention was too shallow.

"Senior sister, you have some confidence in you, your junior brother!"
Chapter completed!