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Although the Flying Dragon Sword is not one of the ten swords in the Hidden Sword Palace, it is not far away. What is lacking may be just a powerful swordsman, let its name spread to the world, or it is just that there is not a vacancy in the ten swords. Let it fill. In terms of rank, the Flying Dragon Sword must be a magic weapon. The magic weapon méiyǒu is divided into top-grade miscellaneous goods, because each magic weapon is unique and has its own different spirituality and power. If only talking about the resources consumed, the Shura Field is of course more expensive than the Flying Dragon Sword, but if it is used for direct combat, the Flying Dragon Sword is still more destructive in the end." "Fiction. The reason why Li Qingshan has not turned on the Sumi Ring to refine the Flying Dragon Sword is because he doesn't want to make a big move to provoke the Tibetan Sword Palace, but now even the Mohai Dragon King has forged a vengeance, and one more Tibetan Sword Palace is not a shíme! Although it has special abilities, and nénggòu keeps getting stronger, and perhaps one day, it can become extremely strong, but it is still incomparable with this magic weapon-class sword that has been passed down for thousands of years. "Ayue, are we here to make shíme?" said fragrant flowers and green incomprehensible, as the cloud group descended, Yun Mengze spread out endlessly, becoming more and more vast and boundless, even the one with a heavy heart. The fragrant flower is purple, and for a while, I also forgot what was outside of me, and the waves reflected in his eyes, and the greenish green continued to expand. "Travel!" Li Qingshan smiled slightly. Yunmengze is enveloped in a layer of smoke that will not dissipate all year round, the breath is transpiring, the hot wind is rolling, and it contains thick moisture. There are islands in the lake. The vegetation is particularly lush, and the thick lǜsè is piled up, almost overflowing the island. edge. Like a large flowerpot, a group of white water birds flew from the island, screamed and passed over the lake, and then plunged into another island. In this sunset evening, beautiful fǎngfó is a landscape painting. No natural scenic area in the past life can be compared. It's a joke to say that travel is naturally a joke, but it's not wrong. Isn't it just a trip in this life? The clouds scattered under his feet, standing in the center of the island. There are towering giant trees all around. There are many forests, covering the sky and the sun. It's still dusk outside, it's late at night here. Li Qingshan patted a big tree beside him, which can only be embraced by ten people. The tree here is obviously much taller than the Xianghua market. It seems to be because of the climate. The further south, the taller the trees. It is said that in the extreme south, ancient trees as high as hundreds of meters can be seen everywhere, and there are also hundreds of meters to thousands of meters. Known as "one tree and one mountain", it means that every tree is a mountain. One of the tallest is naturally. But the island is not peaceful either. "Roar!" A strange roar came from the dense forest. In an instant, thousands of birds flew up and circled the island. Both the fragrant green and the fragrant purple tremble, this island obviously has a master, and it is notOrdinary monsters. "Are you warning me?" Li Qingshan smiled, and raised his eyebrows wherever the roar came from: "Oh, King Kong!" A silverback gorilla, glaring at the tiny figure on the branch, clenched his fist and thumped his chest, roaring wildly. ! The fishy wind rushed towards his face with saliva in his mouth, and Li Qingshan sniffed, "Let your dìfāng live for a period of shíjiān, don't you mind it!" The devil's heart flashed, and the devilish qi gushed. King Kong shrank and turned and fled to the other side of the island. "Thanks!" Li Qingshan smiled and waved his hand, returning to Sister Fragrant Flower Purple, and said: "I'm going to start practicing, you can run and play! Don't forget to make up a good reason, how do we go through the hardships The lotus altar escaped, what kind of hardships and hardships he experienced along the way, finally rushed to the general altar for help, Xianghuazi, this matter is up to you!" After explaining the matter properly, Li Qingshan found a secluded cave and threw himself into the asura field. middle. On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the red hair was dancing in the violent wind, and the magical energy rolled out and poured into the ring of Sumi. After a while, the Sumi ring suddenly opened, revealing a vast space, and Li Qingshan had no time to see that there were shíme things inside. A golden light whizzed out, and the dragons screamed straight into the sky. Li Qingshan stood up with his hands, looked up, not in a hurry to catch up. The Flying Dragon Sword flew to the sky, slammed into an invisible barrier, and was bounced back. That is where the border of the Shura Field is located. Under Li Qingshan's control, it is by no means a magic weapon without a master can break it! The dragon's roar became louder and louder, and the flying dragon sword turned into a golden dragon, full of scales and claws, majestic and majestic. The golden light wandered quickly, dragging out a golden arc, ramming in the Shura field, constantly being bounced back, and still unable to get out of the door. Looking back suddenly, staring at Li Qingshan on the top of the mountain below, he seemed to realize that he was the problem. "The Excalibur is alive, it really is true!" Li Qingshan let out a long roar, jumped forward, and the snow peak crashed under his feet, and the man was already above the clouds, facing the Flying Dragon Sword. A famous sword is like a fierce horse, and it needs the strong to tame it! The Flying Dragon Sword suddenly turned into a golden light and shot towards Li Qingshan. boom! The golden dragon flew upside down. Although it was spiritual, it was only a sword without the swordsman's control. How could it be able to contend with Li Qingshan's bull demon? "I was worried about breaking it, so I didn't dare to shock it with a bull demon. I didn't expect that even the golden dragon it turned into could not be defeated. It really is a good sword!" Li Qingshan laughed and flew up, determined to refine the flying dragon sword. No! The Flying Dragon Sword was also extremely strong. Knowing that it was invincible, he rushed again, but the dragon's roar was a little more tragic, and the golden light that it emitted was even more dazzling. In the Tibetan Sword Palace, generations of disciples have hidden their swords in search of zìjǐ’s hitting sword. It seems that the sword is a candidate for the sword, but in fact it is the sword that chooses people.The inheritor will let it be pulled out. Li Qingshan wanted to make it impossible and forcibly become its master. It may be méiyǒu concept of dignity, but the will of the masters of the past dynasties retained in the sword, but there are only four words, rather than bending! boom! boom! boom! After colliding three times in a row, Li Qingshan didn't retreat and blasted the flying dragon sword three times in a row. The golden light dimmed, and the golden dragon that was transformed into it became thinner, still showing a hint of surrender. Li Qingshan frowned slightly. If this continues, even if nénggòu refines the Flying Dragon Sword, it will also wear down its spirituality and reduce its rank. It is worthy of being a famous sword passed down by the Tibetan Sword Palace from generation to generation, and it is not easy for outsiders to get involved. The flying dragon pounced again with its teeth and claws, Li Qingshan's figure flickered, his probing hand grabbed the dragon's horns, and rolled over and stepped on the dragon's head. "!" Li Qingshan suddenly turned into a posture, with waves on the curved faceplate. Showing the excitement of his heart. "!" Dozens of black chains. Stretched out from the void, locked the Golden Dragon firmly, and tightened suddenly! With a cry of mourning, Jinlong turned back to three feet green front. Li Qingshan grabbed the hilt of the dragon-shaped sword. Still feeling the sword trembling slightly in his hand. Unwilling to surrender. He couldn't help but smiled: "It's very easy to break, and the water drips through the stone. Then come and compare patience!" Li Qingshan left the Shura field. Now the flying dragon sword is completely suppressed and blocked by his power, and with the effect of placing it in the ring of Sumi, there is no need to worry about the tracking of the Tibetan sword palace. In the dark and silent cave, drops of water drip from the tip of the stalactite and fall into the shallow water below. Li Qingshan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, motionless, the flying dragon sword entangled in layers of chains lay horizontally on his knees. In the vast and endless sea of knowledge, he kept visualizing the bulls, demons, tigers and demons, with the demonic nature in his chest surging, as firm as a rock, wanting to kill and fight. This shíhòu, a statue of the demon, emerges in the sea of knowledge, who transforms into a demon without a name, but always refuses to surrender to the demon nature, and constantly fights with it. méiyǒu's great enlightenment of "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha", relying on a tenacious will, never stop fighting with oneself, this jīngshén is indistinctly connected with the bull demon and the tiger demon. The devil's heart does not regret, our generation does not want to fully understand, but only want to hold the sharp blade tightly and stare at the dripping blood. The devil's heart glows with rounds of light, three feet out of the body, condensing but not dispersing, sometimes turning into a tiger demon fighting heaven and earth, sometimes turning into a bull demon standing up to the ground, and finally transforming into a demon-like figure, constantly changing out the various statues of the demon. attitude. The stronger the magic, the brighter the magic heart, and the greater the power of ""! Before he knew it, Li Qingshan's way of practicing yǐjīng was very different from that of the unangered monk, and even different from the idea of the creator of this practice. Normally, someone who possesses a demon nature like a bull, a devil, and a devil will disdain "Devil Suppression Catalog" at all, and will only go to the top of the devil's path.Peak, either was destroyed by the devil, or became a giant of the devil's path. Only the wise and forbearance of the tortoise and the nobility and virtue of the phoenix can neutralize and suppress such a strong demonic nature, creating a slight possibility in the impossible! The Billowing Demon Qi followed the Demon Suppression Chain and hovered on the Flying Dragon Sword. Since it can't be hard, then change the way and use the will of zìjǐ to infect it! Just like a teenager in the rebellious period, if he blindly uses tough methods, he will only encounter more jīliè resistance. It is better to slowly try to get him to accept new principles. Fu Qingjin thought of his own heart, but eventually lost himself, and only found zìjǐ after the sword was broken. Li Qingshan wanted to make his heart a sword heart. If it succeeded, the flying dragon sword would not only lose its spirituality, but would be strengthened by receiving the powerful ideas of Li Qingshan, the new master. It's just that the difficulty is not known how many times greater, can he really defeat the sword heart shaped by the dragon sword masters of the past? Li Qingshan couldn't be sure, there was really no other way but to erase the spirituality of the Flying Dragon Sword. A few days later, he smiled and opened his eyes, only to see a trace of devilish energy seeping into the flying dragon sword, leaving behind devil marks. As the saying goes, "to learn bad róngyì is difficult to learn well", it is difficult for rebellious teenagers to become three good students with comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, and art. It is a murder weapon, a thing to kill. Instead of destroying it for the purpose of persevering, it is better to kill with me and realize the original intention of zìjǐ!" Li Qingshan laughed softly, and the dragon sword trembled, but the will to resist was weak. The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by the ant’s nest. Once a loophole was created, the rest would be logical. The ink marks continued to expand, and the dragon sword was dyed all over the shíjiān within three days. The color became a little darker and darker, but the sharpness became more and more intense. Fierce. Only the dragon eye at the hilt is still golden. After another day, the dragon eye suddenly changed to the color of the devil's heart, and the sound of the dragon's chants, from low to high, deafening, echoed endlessly throughout the cave. "It's finished!" To be continued... )RT)RT)RT)RT)RT
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