Immortal Sword Master

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"Here is ...?" Lin Xin carefully sensed the surroundings, and a white tiger lying lazily in the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, glanced at him from afar.

On the other side, a few deer bouncing around, trotting in the other direction.

Tigers and fawns live in harmony, which is strange here.

He retracted his eyes, and the demon body quickly disappeared and recovered.

Walked a short distance in the sea of ​​flowers, entered a dense forest on the side, and found a place in the shade of the tree to sit cross-legged.

Lin Xin took out the same small medicine bottle from the storage bag, poured out a red longan-sized medicine, and swallowed it.

He closed his eyes and breathed a tea, and then his face gradually returned to normal.

"That doctrine is not like a sword. It really is like Luo Xiner said. The surface is a sword. Actually, Zheng Yunzhen is still practicing a sword. And he is still flying."

He carefully recalled the situation before the fight, and thought deeply.

"The countless number of swordsman training in Zhongfu, and Kendo can achieve something, there is no one in the list, Yuan Jingzhong does not know how much. I do not know why."

Thinking of this, he was slightly puzzled.

Asking is to cultivate your heart. This Liuyun sword is worse than a Liuyun sword. Its strength is not small, but in the end, it is still merciless.

Therefore, even injuries are unimportant and non-critical. These injuries, which seem to be serious but are actually muscles, can quickly return to normal even if they are ordinary monks.

After taking the elixir, the silvery white knife gas in the body was quickly eliminated, and Lin Xin carefully adjusted the state again.

It was a force that had not been noticed before.

It was a cold, dark body of air, condensing inside his liver, forming a small black whirlpool.

The air mass faintly had the faint weirdness of the former Wusheng knife.

"This ... should be the power that previously absorbed the misty knife Black Death."

He remembers that in Yuan Dou Gong, there was a record that related demon bodies could swallow each other. He just hasn't figured out how to use this power.

The characteristics of the Black Dead Demon itself are far inferior to the original Devil, but after all, it is also a kind of Demon.

Slightly hesitated. Lin Xin's consciousness slowly penetrated into this air mass, following the way of absorbing ordinary reiki. Gently stir.

puff!

The black air mass suddenly exploded, separated from the liver into countless channels, and slowly merged into the skin, musculoskeletal and bones of the body.

Lin Xin faintly felt that there had been some changes in his body.

He quickly looked at his status bar at this time. Physical fitness improved from 20 points to 21 points.

‘Kill — 57, defense — 17, dodge — 3, physique — 21’

"Absorbing a demon body and improving my physique a little bit, I still played so hard."

He knew he was moving too fast. As a result, normal cultivation cannot keep up with the speed of ascension by monsters, so many times it seems that simple cultivation has no effect.

But that's just an illusion. It's just that the effect of pure cultivation is higher than that of the demon rune. The gap is too big.

Just about to withdraw from the status bar, Lin Xin was unconsciously sweeping to another place.

"what?"

He looked again accidentally, thinking he was wrong.

After a closer look, he was sure he was reading it right. Yuan Dou Mo Gong was only just on the first floor. If you want to improve, you have to find a place where the magical energy is located and devour it.

As for where Magic Qi and Qi Qi will come from, no one told him.

At that time, the second and second sisters did not mention this aspect. In the content of the exercises left to him, only such words were known naturally.

Now he understands that this is indeed natural.

"It is indeed one of the top monsters in the demon world. It turned out that other monsters need to be slaughtered in order to get the magical energy required for practice."

He exhaled a long breath.

At this point in the status bar, apart from the new changes in attributes.

This is the change in the practice of Yuandou magic.

‘Yuan Dou De Gong-First Level, Primitive Demon Body (37%)’

From the original entry, even the percentage was not displayed, and now it has directly rushed to 37%, which still only absorbed a misty knife demon body.

"I just don't know if it is only after killing the demon body, or if the cultivation of the son of Youfu itself is ascending."

Withdrawing his thoughts, he opened his eyes.

It was already dark. Unconsciously, it's been a long time.

He sat in the woods with his sword in his lap. Was trying to summon Inmanto. But the response in the sword body was extremely weak. Obviously, it was the previous continuous use of Kirin, which caused it to recover from its serious injuries.

If Lin Xin himself did not have a lot of aura replenishment with the demon reserve. Now, at most, it is barely regaining a little aura.

Fortunately, he used to practice the giant sacrifice Wan Shagong, condensed too much blood, and turned it into aura enough to support him for many consecutive actual combats.

He got up and shook his hand, a sword gas shot suddenly, and severely penetrated a green python in the whole tree branch.

After treating the big snake, remove the internal organs, find a stream around it, and after cleaning it, Lin Xinsheng took the pot out of the storage bag and boiled a pot of python soup.

The broth tumbled, and the python meat cut into pieces exuded an unparalleled delicious aroma.

All the big pythons over four meters long were eaten in one breath, and at most, it was a puppet.

He simply laid a simple alert array on a nearby tree branch, and then just sat on the tree and fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning, just after dawn, he woke up exactly like an alarm clock.

After eating dry food and clear water, which was counted as breakfast, he began to recall carefully the scenes he had with Zheng Yunzhen before.

He did not bring his subordinates this time, but chose to travel alone in disguise.

It is to practice alone, not to rely on Yuandou Mozong's identity background to overpower others. This will allow the opponent to go all out instead of flinching.

"Zheng Yun really has the meaning of flowing clouds. It should be the cloudless fixation and the ever-changing road. If the meaning is a special force with a strong personal will. Then how did this flowing cloud sword meaning form?

He carefully recalled the situation at the hand.

"My safflower sword intention was because of Lingling's death, and I just realized it by chance. It belongs to the self-realization sword intention." He suddenly remembered. That Zheng Yunzhen seemed surprised that his sword intention was self-awareness.

"Did it come from that set of swords? The powerful exercises can reach a certain level, and it can naturally activate a certain fixed meaning in it. Is this true of Zheng Yun?"

He carefully recalled the tactics used by Zheng Yunzhen. Faintly feeling wrong.

"His swordsmanship does not seem to match Taoism."

He quickly recalled the Jiu Chenqu he had previously practiced, which passed the level of fire life, and then it was on the level of natural condensed meaning on the record. Once the ideology that comes with this technique is condensed, the power is extremely great.

Because it can be selected as the idea of ​​inheritance, it is generally extremely practical.

The self-awareness of Taoism is often very random.

"Flowing clouds ..."

Looking up at the sky, Lin Xin tried to imitate the tactics used by Zheng Yunzhen.

He has the ability to skill, and once he succeeds, he can completely solidify the tricks. Then you can guarantee success every time.

Thinking of this, he simply let go of his thoughts, and tried again and again to imitate the meaning of Zheng Yunzhen, Liu Yunjian, with reiki.

Taoism is plain, it is a special influence of personal will leading to the emergence of aura and pressure and its complex multiple changes. It is not lost.

That's why there are many practices that can produce Taoism. This is what the predecessors comprehend and compile into teaching materials so that future generations can follow the standard step by step and get corresponding ideas.

Since someone can compile textbooks, it is a matter of course that it is understood, but it is more difficult.

Fumbled together for several hours, time passed quickly. Still blanked out.

Lin Xin simply crossed his knees and regained a lot of aura consumed by groping.

On the third day, early in the morning, he rose into the air. Directly shot towards the hill where the Yunxiao Sect was located.

Yunxiao sent a quiet room to the mountain gate.

Zheng Yunzhen and an old man in a yellow robe faced each other with fragrant tea and casually talked about some interesting things that happened recently.

"Old ancestors! Old ancestors are bad !!!"

Suddenly an old man stumbled into the door and yelled.

"What's the matter? What a fuss?" Zheng Yun was really talking, interrupted, and his expression was immediately displeased.

The old man who rushed in was a named disciple he had accepted many years ago, and he has always been honest and steady. Why is he suddenly so shy this time.

"That ... that Red Flower Sanxiu came to the door again!" The old man was out of breath, apparently trying to fly over to report the situation.

"Again ?!" Zheng Yunzhen suddenly froze. "How long has he been here again? You can't read it wrong?"

"It's true!" The old man said firmly.

Another old man in the yellow robe was slightly surprised.

"Old friend, the one you said before?"

"Exactly. Let's check it out together." Zheng Yunzhen invited.

The group went out of the quiet room. Go through the hall and walk to the open space in front of the mountain gate.

Almost all the people in the school came here this time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ gathered around the empty space, watching from afar.

The red skirt girl was among them. Mixed in a group of disciples. Saying something to that red flower.

"You've all lost to my grandpa. What did you do this time after getting hurt?"

"The power gap can't be wiped out after more challenges!"

"I advise you to go back and practice more years. How many more battles in such a short time is in vain."

The girl shouted words of discouragement.

Her practice time is also short, that is, thirty or forty years. The safflower in front of me heard that Grandpa said that her bone age was not large, and she felt like her peers.

Obviously everyone is of the same age, but the other person surpassed her so much. After all, she was a little unconvinced, and she didn't know what was going on. When she saw Honghua didn't say a word and went to the high stage, she couldn't help but taunt. (To be continued.)

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