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Suddenly, a world unfolded before his eyes, countless phantoms stood holding swords, holding countless flying dragon swords in their hands, dancing in the void. Pick, stab, cleave, and slash, countless exquisite swordsmanship, synthesize a magnificent kendo unique to the flying dragon sword.
The famous sword of the Tibetan Sword Palace is precious not only because of its powerful power, but also because of the power of the Tibetan Sword Palace.
This phantom is the understanding and idea of the sword masters of the past generations of flying dragon swordsman. Compared with the mysterious sword intent of the Sanjueshu, it may be a bit worse, but it is more clear and easy to comprehend.
In the depths of Li Qingshan's eyes, sword lights criss-crossed, and he nodded slightly from time to time, if he could get something. After a long time, he withdrew his mind and mastered the kendo, feeling that he had gained a lot.
"However, I don't need so many voices!"
The billowing devilish energy spread in the sword world, countless phantoms disappeared, and finally merged into one person. It was the enchanted Li Qingshan himself, who was more solid than any other shadow in the past, and he gently waved the flying dragon sword.
"Kang", the chain of the Suppressing Demon was broken every inch, and the flying dragon sword made a long dragon chant, and the overall shape changed drastically.
The golden light is no longer, the faint light circulates, like a dragon and a sword!
It is a magic weapon at a glance, and if it is not for someone who is very familiar with the Flying Dragon Sword, it would never be possible to connect the two together.
Li Qingshan's fingertips stroked the dragon's spine, his sword groaned softly, becoming obedient. He began to dance slowly, his movements were extremely slow, and the sword light roamed around him smoothly and mysteriously like a dragon.
But in terms of the degree of compatibility between man and sword, even the elder Feilong was even worse, and they were in harmony with each other. It's like an extension of a limb.
"From today, you will be called the Devil Dragon!"
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Xianghuaman was soaking in the hot spring in a restrained manner. A figure walked up in the steaming smoke and called her name: "Xianghuaman!"
It was a woman's voice, very beautiful, but a bit cold, like the sound of gold and stone.
"who?"
Xianghuaman leaped up from the water and slashed out with a palm. Layers of water mist dispersed, and a woman in white clothes with a cold expression stood there, turning a blind eye to the energy coming from her face.
But Xianghuaman was shocked when she saw the clothes the woman was wearing, and suddenly twisted her right hand, and her energy passed by the woman. With a loud bang, a wall was split open.
The woman embroidered the lotus placket, floating slightly.
"My lord, who is the master of the White Lotus Church?"
Xianghua Mandao, it was the costume of the hall master of the White Lotus Sect. She usually couldn't even see the master of the altar here, so why would there be a big visit by the master of the white lotus
"Qingbotang!"
"It turns out that it was Hall Master Shi who came here, and the concubine was greeted. I hope to forgive me, please let me change my clothes!"
Xianghuaman was shocked, she had also heard of Qingbotang's name, or notoriety. To make her feel frightened, the foul name that Qingbo Hall Master Shi Ji has made in three years is too loud. If she is evil, the Xianghua clan will be annihilated.
"No need. That's okay, I'm here to investigate the Ziliantan matter!" Shi Ji stood with her hand in hand. Coldly.
"What's going on in Zilian Altar!" Xianghuaman's heart shuddered.
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Three months later, Li Qingshan stepped out of the cave, and the sun shone in the leaves like stars. He raised his right hand, a ferocious dragon wrapped around his wrist.
Three months of practice is not enough for him to fully display the power of the sixth level of "Suppression of Demons", but it is almost the same. With the addition of this magic dragon sword, his strength can be regarded as seven or seven. Eight eight.
"Congratulations, sir!" "Ayue!" Fragrant Flower Purple and Fragrant Flower Green came.
"How is your story made up?"
"As long as there is no detailed investigation, there will never be any loopholes!" Xiang Huazi said confidently.
"Then verify it!"
Li Qingshan unfolded "Wuzhou Fangcuntu" and found the Lotus Peak where the White Lotus Sect's general altar was located. With a big wave of his hand, the clouds rose and galloped away.
The Lotus Peak appeared on the horizon, like a lotus about to open, glowing with rounds of white light, illuminating the night sky transparently.
"She's right here!"
Li Qingshan looked at the lotus in the distance, lowered the head of the cloud, and instead walked, rushed to the foot of the lotus peak in the dark.
Things went smoother than he had imagined. Even the prepared rhetoric was useless, so he was let in. It was easier than entering the circle of Zilian Altar.
This is due to a kind of self-confidence, even if the zombie leader dared to enter the white lotus sect general altar, he still couldn't make it!
Xianghuazi reported the name of Xianghuahong, but a strange man with an indifferent expression came and asked: "Are you the disciples who escaped from Ziliantan?"
"Yes!"
"Come with me!" The man turned and walked up the mountain.
"Excuse me, brother, where are we going?"
"You'll know when you arrive!"
Walking along the mountain road, the fragrant flower purple and the fragrant flower green were both worried, and subconsciously leaned against Li Qingshan. Soon, he came to a building. A large stone in front of the door was engraved with "Qingbotang" three. A big character, held up by a lotus flower.
"Qingbotang!" Xianghuazi lost her voice, a trace of fear appeared on her face.
Li Qingshan thought to himself, there are really a lot of people who know Qingbotang, but if there is no person who has seen her personally identify it, even if they know it.
"Our chief sees you and asks about Zilian Altar. When we go in and speak carefully, if we dare to be disrespectful..." A trace of killing intent flashed in the man's eyes.
Xianghuazi hurriedly said: "Don't dare!"
Passing through the hall, until he came to a secluded house behind, the man respectfully saluted: "Hall Master, I brought someone!"
"Ruxin!"
These two words almost blurted out, Li Qingshan looked straight at the white-clothed woman, besides Ruxin, who else could be there, but Ruxin didn't seem to recognize him, and looked indifferent.
"Bold!" The man let out a low voice, and Li Qingshan learned to salute the fragrant purple and fragrant green: "Ziliantan disciple Jin Jin Ayue pays respects to the hall master!"
"Go down first!" Ruxin waved her hand, without looking at Li Qingshan, came to Fragrant Flower Purple and Fragrant Flower Green, put her hand on their shoulders, and whispered: "Your mother, tell me everything Yes, there are spies in the Zilian Altar, are they you?"
"We are not spies!" Xiang Huazi cried out, unable to maintain her calm under the pressure, and she involuntarily raised her voice. Fragrant green is not even a word.
"Then it's you!" Ruxin glanced at Li Qingshan sideways.
"Yes, it's me!" Li Qingshan suddenly turned into red hair and red eyes, staring at Ruxin with scorching eyes.
With a wave of Ruxin, Fragrant Flower Purple and Fragrant Flower Green immediately fell softly to the ground. She looked at Li Qingshan and said coldly: "Li Qingshan, you really are still alive!"