The two sisters, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shishi, held each other's little hands tightly, stared blankly at the gray robe on the bow of the ship, and opened their mouths.

This uncle seems really powerful and scary.

They murmured at the same time.

Fortunately, Li Qiubei refers to the sword.

The two sisters who have not yet started cannot see the secret.

Otherwise, if you encounter such "sword skills" at this age, when you really start to practice swordsmanship in the future, you will most likely unconsciously develop the temperament of having high ambitions and low abilities, and will find other sword skills boring and difficult to swallow, making it difficult to move even an inch.

As for Lu Mingliang, who retreated suddenly, he was frightened by this "sword".

He has heard about Chang'an Sword Immortal for a long time, but meeting him is not as good as being famous, and meeting him is worse than being famous.

Even if he doesn't practice swordsmanship, Lu Mingliang can't help but feel arrogant at this moment, with his hair standing on end and goosebumps all over his body.

Romance has always been synonymous with swordsmanship.

It is true that when others have cultivated to the ninth level, and after taking half a step forward, their methods are equally extraordinary, and they are not necessarily weaker than the Sword Immortal.

However, the methods of other schools of cultivation are never as shocking as those of the Sword Immortal, and are so memorable that they cannot be described as romantic.

Other people's spells are spells.

The sword of the Sword Immortal is more like a unique and dazzling scenery, which is worthy of constant smacking, chewing, and savoring.

Li Qiubai, for the monks of his generation who were born in the Chang'an year, is a name that cannot be avoided no matter what.

With one sword strike after another, he gained a huge reputation in the Chang'an years, and created countless associations and yearnings for the monks in the future.

Especially when he left a sword in Chang'an City and then became famous, his reputation reached a peak.

A well-deserved master of swordsmanship.

Lu Mingliang, who had finally regained his courage just now, was already sweating on the tip of his nose. He looked at Li Qiubei standing on the bow of the ship and said with a trembling voice: "Lancang has opened, Shuiyuntai will naturally open its doors to welcome guests. Shuiyun

Practitioners, all cultivators, immediately give way and clear the way."

bar?

What to stop?

Fortunately, the Chang'an Sword Fairy showed mercy. This "sword" was aimed at the Lancang River, just to intimidate them.

If this "sword" was really aimed at them, it could cut off a river and cut off a human being with one finger. Who among the armored monks present could resist?

The outcome is bound to be numerous casualties, and Shuiyuntai cannot escape the heavy losses.

Formation? Divine Armor?

Lu Mingliang couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his ridiculous idea just now.

He was actually planning to rely on these foreign objects to stop a sword immortal?

The most ridiculous thing in the world.

If these things could stop Li Qiubei, there would not be only three sword immortals in the world.

Li Qiubai left a ray of hope for him, and Lu Mingliang was naturally aware of current affairs.

The dragon boats that formed a line of sky immediately dispersed at his command, leaving a passage in the middle.

At the end of this passage, a majestic bronze pagoda filled with precious light is suspended above the river. The tower has nine floors and is very similar to a tower.

On top of the tower, there are densely packed cloud seals, which are mysterious and powerful.

This is Shuiyun Tower, a top-notch magic weapon that took thousands of years to be refined by Shuiyuntai weapon refiners.

Each floor of this tower is connected by iron cables.

The iron ropes were stretched across the river. At a glance, thousands of iron ropes were in the cold, forming an astonishing scene that would amaze anyone who saw it.

Shuiyuntai, as the Daxia Artifact Department, can't say that it can definitely beat Jialou's Artifact Pavilion, but other than that, there is absolutely no one in the world that can compare with it.

Shuiyun Tower is one of the most proud works of the Shuiyuntai weapon refiner.

This can definitely be said to be the embodiment of the highest level of weapon refining in the human race.

Lu Mingliang flew towards Li Qiubei's ship and stopped at a suitable distance, not too far or too close to their group. He bowed his head slightly and said respectfully: "I am grateful to Li Jianxian for showing mercy and not pursuing me, Shuiyuntai, for not knowing how to promote me."

,Senior, please come this way!”

He extended his right hand as a gesture of invitation.

Li Qiubei was very calm. Seeing this, he just nodded slightly and said, "Then let's go."

But just when he was about to move, Li Qiubei's eyelids twitched slightly, and he stopped moving after sensing something.

"Wait for a while." The sword fairy suddenly laughed again.

Lu Mingliang was startled, and then he noticed something unusual and turned his gaze to the side.

There, a handsome young monk stood proudly, with an extraordinary appearance and temperament.

Lu Qingshan, who was lucky enough to see the wonder of the Sword Immortal cutting the river with his finger, is still immersed in the lingering memories of Li Qiubai and his sword.

Outsiders watch the fun, while insiders watch the door.

Not to mention, Li Qiubei's "sword" originally meant to guide him.

Therefore, Lu Qingshan saw a lot of clues from it.

From a leaf in Tai'an city to a flying sword, to today's sword flying across the Lancang River.

Lu Qingshan truly understood that although the sword immortal and the sword cultivator both had the same word as sword, they were completely incompatible and were two completely different people.

At this time, he was seriously comprehending Li Qiubei's sword, and he had gained something.

He already has an unparalleled swordsmanship talent that is comparable to that of Li Qiubei. In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is also this vast six-word semi-sage swordsmanship perception. The two confirm each other and complement each other.

Moreover, Lu Qingshan's nearly ten years of practicing swordsmanship was not in vain. He had already become a master of swordsmanship along the way. Now that he is taught this sword, it is like having a commanding position, and it is reasonable for him to gain enlightenment.

Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sword intent in his chest became more vigorous, crisper, growing, and flowing.

In his mind, many insights were confirming each other.

Li Qiubai gave up his sword and summoned his sword spirit, and embarked on the road of sword immortality.

This is very strong, but it is only Li Qiufei's path, not his Lu Qingshan's swordsmanship.

He only took the essence and spirit from it to prove that his swordsmanship had benefited a lot.

The next moment, Lu Qingshan stretched out his finger and gestured in the void unconsciously.

Li Qiubei turned around and glanced at Lu Qingshan.

Others may not be able to see anything, so how could he not see the abnormality?

On Lu Qingshan's fingertips, there was invisible energy flowing at this moment, ready to burst out at any time.

Obviously, Lu Qingshan had some insights from his sword, and he was only one step away from breaking through.

He does have some understanding, but it's not in vain... he thinks so highly of him.

However, this seemingly simple final step is not so easy to break.

I don't know how many people have been stuck at this doorstep all their lives, unable to get in.

Of course, Li Qiubei had never experienced such a feeling of inadequacy in his life.

However, although he has never experienced this kind of thing, he has still seen it a lot.

If this kid can take this last step one day, then his sword strike today will not be in vain.

The sword fairy thought this in his heart and looked back.

Here, Lu Qingshan remained silent, gradually closing his eyes, and kept thinking back to the scene where Li Qiubei pointed his sword to cut the river. The divine inscriptions representing the six words of Mang Cang in Yuan Shen gradually began to fluoresce.

In the Lancang River where they are currently, the water in the river is all black water, which is heavy and cold.

But life is always tenacious, and no matter where it is, there will be corresponding creatures.

At this time, in the Lancang River, which was divided into two parts, an extremely strange carp jumped out of the water, swung its tail, and sank into the river again.

But the Xuan Shui, which weighed a hundred kilograms, suddenly splashed everywhere.

Water drops all over the sky.

After the cold clouds and mist were cleared away by Li Qiubai, Shuiyuntai, which had not seen the sun for a long time, finally saw the light of day again.

Under the reflection of sunlight, the water droplets sparkle with colorful light.

Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, flexed his fingers slightly, and flicked them in an indescribable speed.

Li Qiubei, who had just withdrawn his gaze, suddenly looked sideways at this moment.

Huh? This guy...

Have you started?

He murmured to himself.
To be continued...