The sword rose and fell again. The young man had already swung his sword hundreds of times. Looking at the figure opposite, who seemed to be more excited because of the battle, he could only smile bitterly. The sword in his hand was already covered with scars, but he still looked like he was shouting at the opposite side. Looking at the bright appearance in his hand, Ling Qi gritted his teeth and increased the strength of his hand a little more.

"The youngest brother's sword is a bit strange. Why does it block this sword move every time? Did you see it in advance?" The tall woman in the corner looked at the two men fighting in a group on the field, but her eyes were attracted by the shining bright Changming in the boy's hand. However, the scene that should have been happy, the woman felt a little more worried. The young man's sword had been swung hundreds of times in these seconds, and each was a different sword move, but it was no longer the clumsy imitation before, but a sense of familiarity of one sword falling out of one sword. The woman remembered that this was the disciple the master had once described to him.

"The Supreme Being Demon is indeed extraordinary." The little sword god looked at the sword in the boy's hand, with a little eagerness in his eyes, but he saw the boy's opponent, and his expression was a little sad. It is better to seek oneself than to seek others. It turns the previous move into the latter style. However, the boy tried so hard, the other party still looked calm, as if he was just appreciating a performance by the boy.

Ling Qi's sword came out at 3261, but this time the sword was lifted by the opponent's sword. Looking at the other party's appearance that seemed a little dissatisfied, the young man smiled bitterly and retreated, saying to the figure who was not moving: "Sorry, I can't get that real sword."

"Changming, it's really a good sword." The other party just looked at the long sword that was shining in Ling Qi's hand, as if there were some memories, then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the young and breathless young man and said, "What kind of sword do you want? I can give it to you."

"Your sword is called Wuxin. I'm afraid that I haven't found my natal sword, so don't worry about me, a junior." Ling Qi looked at this arrogant figure and felt a little unhappy. But as soon as he said it, he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. He looked at the other party in a daze and didn't say anything again. The boy even wanted to leave here.

"I just think that the sword path seems to be wrong. The end point of the sword path should not be the sword, it should be the talents." Ling Qi felt a little scared when he listened to the other party's words. Such words were correct to put the world over there, but the world here was a bit ruthless. A sword cultivator did not believe in the sword in his hand, and believed in the sword himself who put down the sword. Is it because he wanted to say that the times have changed?

"Jing. The woman in white in front of the table raised her eyebrows slightly, and gently tapped the table with her right hand to separate the two people inside. She turned around and saw the tall woman's strange eyes, coughed and explained softly: "Your junior brother should agree to such words. I am now a little worried that these two people are too indifferent to Wanjian Mountain's will."

Ling Qi felt the pressure of Wan Jianshan on him, looking at the tens of thousands of sword shadows floating on his head, he was already considering whether it would be better to make a will. He looked up at the senior sister below, but saw a tall woman pretending not to see it and dealing with the food on the table.

"Senior, you shouldn't say it even if you have any dissatisfaction." Ling Qi looked at the opponent opposite who was just looking at the sword shadow in the sky in a daze, scratched his hair and asked with a headache. Seeing the other party's crazy temperament, he probably guessed the other party's thoughts, so he simply put away Changming and wanted to leave the sword tomb. Just as he was about to take a step out, he saw the sword in the sword tomb moving. Those famous swords that could not be called could rise up and faced Ling Qi, who had spoken rudely to them before, actually let the boy feel the dislocation of time and space of a person facing this world's sword master. The boy took a deep breath, then slowly pulled out Changming behind him, feeling the joy of Shurijian. Ling Qi chuckled a few times and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you this time."

"Don't you really want to save me?" The little sword god looked at the two women who were still alive, and couldn't touch the thoughts of these two people. He felt a little regretful to the two sword cultivators on the field. The young man looked down on the famous sword masters in the world. This man was even more powerful and looked down on all the swordsmanship in the world. The man shook his head, took out a token from his arms and was about to crush it, but was stopped by the woman beside him.

The eldest sister looked at the puzzled in the little sword god's eyes and chuckled softly: "If Wan Jianshan really wanted to kill these two people, she wouldn't have done such a big formation. It's just a test of heavy thunder and small rain. There is no need for the immortal to take action."

The man turned his gaze back to the two people on the field. Seeing the scars on the boy's body and the sword energy that was about to dissipate, he was a little unbelievable that the woman behind him had judged so accurately. He turned around and met the woman's somewhat proud look, coughed and signaled to the other party to explain.

The eldest sister looked at the youngest younger brother who seemed to be covered in blood. Her eyes were still a little distressed, but she still had an indifferent tone on her lips: "No one knows how many famous swords are buried on Wanjian Mountain. The records of Taishang only mention that the two saints, twelve sword immortals, and 462 sword cultivators are buried here. The Taishang Sect alone has so many sword cultivators, and it is obvious how much background Wanjian Mountain has. With the will of Wanjian Mountain, the way to win the world's famous swords is Yiru, who wants to destroy the two immortals. So this is just a test of Wanjian Mountain." Some words were not dared to say, Wanjian Mountain wanted not these two people, but the swords in their hands.

"Little guy, can't the sword you mentioned use the sword from Wanjianshan?" The figure wrapped in sword energy was a little embarrassed, but Ling Qi's eyes were already pierced so hard that he couldn't see clearly. He just felt that the other party's question was not malicious in a blur.

Ling Qi blocked the fatal slashes of the famous swords at him, stood with some difficulty, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and said slowly: "In my current state, do you think I can still get the recognition of these famous swords?"

"I can, but I need a natal sword." Ling Qi looked at the other party's appearance that he couldn't speak, and always felt that the other party was deliberately angry with him. He just raised his eyes and saw the other party's appearance in a blurred line of sight, and asked softly: "Then, where is your natal sword?"

"According to rumors, the exiled immortal had a broken sword that cut off countless famous swords in the world. The remains of the famous swords were piled up to create the Wanjian Mountain today. In the classics of the Supreme Emperor, the exiled immortal's sword was taken out of her heart, so I once wanted to imitate her." The other party's tone was a little disappointed, but Ling Qi was a bit ridiculous and ridiculous scene. I always feel that this exiled immortal was probably a stranger!

Ling Qi grinned and wanted to laugh, but this small move pulled the wound on his body, making the boy almost dodged and was stabbed by the sword. The boy looked at the senior who appeared in front of him who was vaguely identified as a woman and smiled bitterly twice and said, "It's really a hero to save the beauty!"

"I still have the mood to tease, it seems that you still have the strength to use a sword." The woman helped Ling Qi share the pressure of the sword tomb, and with the oil bottle behind him dodged the lock of the will from Wanjianshan. Ling Qi looked at the heroic woman in front of him, and felt emotion in his heart.

The young man knew that it was not only this woman, but Wan Jian also wanted to witness his sword. His previous Supreme Demon Transformation made Wan Jian have already speculated, so he forced himself so tightly, but he was afraid that such a sword would not be used. Looking at Changming, who had broken in his hand, he felt a little distressed and angry. The sword he had just blocked was blocked by it. Without the sword in his hand, how could he get the sword in his heart?

"I'll give you Wuxin." The woman in front of her noticed the boy's emotions, looked at Changming, who was broken into two pieces in the boy's arms, frowned slightly, and said softly. The boy just waved his hand and said with some relief: "Where does the eternal Changming come from in the world? Since the night is approaching, it is its fate that cannot be broken away from."

The boy looked up at the woman, and only saw the bright eyes vaguely. Seeing the disappointment in those eyes, he waved his hand and wanted to take out a book from his arms and spread it out.

"Why do you always want to leave?" The disappointment in the woman's eyes became deeper and deeper, but the boy couldn't raise his strength to look carefully. The excessive bleeding made his perception worse and worse. The broken sword in his mind reminded him to leave quickly. Although he was full of unwillingness, he thought of the people he met in this life, but he didn't dare to die here just like this.

"You come to me, probably not to fight with me." Ling Qi took out the book with some difficulty, looked up at the woman beside him, and asked in confusion.

"My intuition tells me that my natal sword is in this Wanjian Mountain. I thought I would see it on you. Now it seems that I was wrong." Listening to the ridicule in the other party's words, Ling Qi wanted to defend himself but still didn't say it in the end. Maybe he really didn't match the sword's horoscope.

"See it on me." Ling Qi repeated a little self-deprecatingly, then pulled out the light shadow sword from his back, and half-jokingly said: "You are talking about my Senior Sister Xia's light shadow sword, right? Or is it a copy of the dream sword drawn out." As he said that, Ling Qi pulled out a long sword from his back and inserted two swords on the ground, giving up on himself.

The woman's eyes were a little stunned. She saw the engraving behind the boy and asked hesitantly: "What's behind you is..."

"That seal, a shackle given to me by a little fox." Ling Qi was not surprised by the woman's reaction. Since this had seen the saint of the demon clan, he could naturally guess who he was talking about. After saying that, he looked at the silent woman, and the young man shook his head, trying to retract the two long swords inserted on the ground.

"Give me the sword."

When the woman said something, Ling Qi sighed and handed the sword in his arms again, but one hand grabbed his arm tightly. Ling Qi tried to break free, but met the woman's burning eyes, sighed and said, "Do you want me to be an unintentional counterfeit?"
Chapter completed!