For a moment, countless golden lights flashed across the peak, mixed with the light of various colored swords, rendering the night sky into a colorful ink disk.

Knife Heart?!

Wei Ze raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled and took An Yinrou into his arms, with a look of relief in his eyes.

An Yinrou leaned gently on his shoulder, her eyes filled with relief and regret: "What a pity, Jiang Li is not a monk from my Canglan Realm..."

It is a pity that such a disciple with extremely high understanding and resilience does not belong to their Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

Wei Ze nodded in agreement. Although Jiang Li had already understood the intention of the sword beforehand, it was really rare for him to realize his own intention of the sword and develop the heart of the sword in such a short period of time.

The golden knife just now is the core of the knife that belongs exclusively to Jiang Li, and will pave a golden road for her future career as a swordsman.

There are countless sword cultivators in the Canglan Realm, and there are countless outstanding genius disciples. It is possible that only a few of them understand the heart of the sword.

Even in the Ten Thousand Knife Sect, Jiang Li will be highly valued by the sect.

Of course, she is indeed worthy.

Even if she doesn't realize the heart of the sword, her resilience still deserves a better future.

The world is so big and there are countless people of all kinds. In fact, there are not many people who can truly understand the direction of the future and work tirelessly for it.

Some people are willing to be ordinary and enjoy life, but there are also people like Jiang Li who are full of enthusiasm and pursuit of cultivation.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then left hand in hand from the peak, leaving Jiang Li alone to continue fighting with countless long knives on the peak.

This is a great training opportunity, don't miss it.

In this way, Jiang Li stayed at the top of the mountain, using his sword intention to fight against the long sword day and night.

The golden knife has returned to her Dantian and cannot escape. But now she only needs to think about it, and the knife intention will break out of her body and attack the long knife.

At first, her speed was not fast, and she was still often injured by the long sword. As she became more proficient, she could move the sword almost at will and fire it out instantly.

The long knives disappeared in front of her eyes, taking away every scar on Jiang Li's body.

As long as a knife is destroyed, the injuries caused by that knife will disappear, as if nothing ever existed.

Jiang Li knew that this must be a special method of the two bosses, or it might even be just an illusion, and he was filled with gratitude to them.

How lucky she is to get such an opportunity to be mentored.

She owed a favor.

Jiang Li's eyes were fixed, and another long knife shattered into fragments and merged into the dome.

While she was practicing hard, Pei Xi appeared silently on the top of the mountain, leaning against the stone wall alone, waiting for the moment Jiang Li succeeded.

He had always had questions hidden in his heart, and now it was time to unravel them.

He looked briefly and saw that the girl at the top was covered in blood and lying quietly on the ground. Even though she had lost her limbs at the moment, her body was still glowing with dazzling light.

Her eyes were firm and her face was covered with mottled blood, but Pei Xi felt that she had a different kind of beauty at this time.

It was also at this time that he paid serious attention to what Jiang Li looked like.

Good-looking skins are all the same, but dazzling souls are the most attractive.

Pei Xi's eyes fell on Jiang Li. He watched her injuries heal little by little and her limbs regenerated. There was also a slight smile in her eyes. She was sincerely happy for Jiang Li.

Finally, the last long knife was destroyed, and Jiang Li's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his body completely flattened, lying on the ground.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, her whole body was limp and without any strength, and she was very tired.

This fatigue does not come from the body, but from her soul.

So sleepy...

Jiang Li's eyelids trembled a few times, and she couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

She was lying on the top of the mountain in her blood-stained robe. Under the cold night, the moonlight shone faintly on her body.

At this time, Pei Xi walked out of the darkness, walked to Jiang Li, bent down and gently turned her body over, letting her lie down comfortably.

Then he took out a brand new black robe from the storage ring and gently covered her body.

He picked up the scimitar that had fallen not far away, sat down not far from Jiang Li, and took out the scimitar that had been lying in the storage ring.

He placed the two on the ground. Upon closer inspection, their appearance was exactly the same. The only difference was that Jiang Li's scimitar did not have a name engraved on it.

Pei Xi took the scimitar in his hand. He didn't know that the name engraved on it had turned into a flowing symbol and penetrated into Jiang Li's sea of ​​consciousness. He just raised his eyebrows slightly in confusion and carefully felt the grip of the scimitar.

feel.

Even these details are exactly the same as his own scimitar. How could everything be such a coincidence?

What secrets are hidden in it?

Pei Xi's faint eyes fell on the sleeping Jiang Li, and he stretched out his hand to pull the corners of her clothes that were blown open by the breeze.

He looked away again and held the two scimitars in his hands.

The night passed quietly.

The morning dew was sprinkled on her body and the morning light was emerging. Jiang Li opened her eyes in a hazy state. The fatigue finally left her, replaced by a sense of refreshment.

She slowly sat up, and the black robe came into view, making her slightly startled.

There was a whistling sound in her ears, and she looked over, and what she saw was a familiar figure.

Pei Xi stood on the edge of the cliff dressed in black, holding the scimitar in his hand and practicing his sword skills.

Because the scimitar was contracted by him, there was no special reaction. It was like an ordinary knife in his hand.

Pei Xi didn't seem to care, and he took it back after briefly waving the sword.

He turned around, and the early morning sunlight shone behind him, making him look even more immortal.

Pei Xi walked slowly towards Jiang Li and handed the scimitar back to her: "Sorry, I touched your things out of curiosity."

He is not a person who would touch other people's things at will, but this scimitar is too different.

"Nothing."

Jiang Li still didn't know that Pei Xi was the owner of the scimitar. He took the scimitar without thinking about it. He stood up and took off the black robe he was wearing and handed it back to Pei Xi.

Pei Xi glanced at her bloodstained robe and shook his head slightly: "You can wear it, I have never worn this robe."

His voice was light, but Jiang Li heard a hint of concern from it. After a moment of hesitation, he smiled and thanked him, then neatly took off his coat and put on this black robe.

She wore white or light-colored robes most of the time, but she was a little uncomfortable suddenly wearing a black robe.

Jiang Li looked at Pei Xi, whose eyes were still on the scimitar, and sighed in her heart. Pei Xi seemed to be different from what she imagined.

In the Taoist sword spectrum, he is cold and decisive, with murderous aura lingering all over his body, and his domineering power is displayed with his wave of hands.

Originally, she thought that Pei Xi would have the same personality as Ji Wuchen, like a flower on the high mountains, taciturn and aloof.

But after they met, she found that Pei Xi was a very patient person, he would occasionally smile, occasionally get angry, and he also knew how to care about others.

She likes to get along with such people.
Chapter completed!