Between Ling Zhen's eyebrows, a bright eye seemed to open.
There is a strong red light in the "eyes", which is the product of the external manifestation of the fire of the heart!
Suddenly, the flame light reached its peak.
A long sword wrapped in flames flew out from the sword aperture between the eyebrows.
Hovering three feet above Ling Zhen's head!
Three feet above the head is a precious flying sword transformed by the true spirit of one's destiny.
With the natal sword, Ling Zhen is already one of the few sword cultivators among thousands of cultivators!
Xu Bailing's voice calmed down again. She smiled calmly and said, "Xiao Zhen, try to awaken your flying sword magical power. You can do it."
Ling Zhen nodded heavily, his eyes were firm, and he said "hmm".
Then he quickly calmed down and tried his best to control the "Heart Sword" with his own sword heart. The spirit of Feijian was already closely connected with his own soul.
With the sound of fire rapidly rising, the blazing three-foot long sword began to transform again.
The scalding fire transformed at an extremely fast speed into a gigantic statue with a height of more than ten feet.
The appearance of this dharma image is simply unbelievable!
It was actually a "Flame Knight" wearing thick red flame armor and holding a giant sword!
The knight's entire body was filled with blazing flames, with surging heat, and the huge ornate sword in his hand was filled with monstrous fire.
Brighter than the red sun!
It seems that even if there are thousands of troops and horses standing in front of "it", they can easily be defeated in one fell swoop, killing people like hemp, as if entering a deserted land.
Extremely majestic and domineering!
"This, this is the magical power of my natal sword?!"
Even Ling Zhen himself was really shocked by the giant "knight"!
Xu Bailing looked up and looked up at the knight's figure, who was dressed in domineering red flames. She couldn't help but be speechless. She clapped her hands gently and sincerely applauded the scene.
The majestic body covered in flames is so lifelike that you can even see the stripes on the knight's armor!
Ling Zhen controlled the psychic form holding swords in both hands, and suddenly struck out with a sword in another direction where there was no one around.
The sword was so powerful that it unleashed a mighty flame!
With a bang, the blazing, life-threatening sword sword instantly cut an extremely deep and long ravine on the scorched earth.
Its power to kill enemies is clear at a glance!
Ling Zhen put away his magical power, and the Fire Spirit Knight turned into the original form of the long sword, and flew back to the sword master's eyebrow point in an instant.
Sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and fire sword.
The valiant and heroic appearance of the young swordsman is so enviable!
"Thank you very much, Sister Xu, for helping me to understand!"
Ling Zhen bowed deeply and thanked Xu Bailing.
Xu Bailing smiled and said in a gratified tone: "You can wield such a powerful natal sword, and I gave you half of my soul in vain."
Ling Zhen was taken aback again and said hurriedly: "Sister Xu, you...you gave me half of your natal soul?!"
"Yeah, do you think the slap I just gave you was just a little bit infuriating?"
Xu Bailing said in a very light tone, "If giving you some worthless inner energy can help you become the swordsman you dream of, I would have given it to you long ago."
Ling Zhen knows what it means to lose half of his soul. From now on, Xu Bailing will no longer be able to summon the Yin God and the Yang God, and his cultivation base will also plummet!
"Sister Xu, please accept my bow again!"
Ling Zhen was naturally moved and he bowed deeply again, showing his sincerity.
Xu Bailing straightened Ling Zhen's body and said with a smile: "It's not just my fault, you were already on the verge of enlightenment, all you needed was the last shiver. I just pushed you as hard as I could, so that You won’t embarrass everyone when the four-year agreement comes..."
Xu Bailingyu, a woman in a red dress, pinched the strong muscles on Ling Zhen's shoulders a few times with her slender hands. "You are physically strong enough. Looking at the entire Hanlan Continent of the human race, there are very few people who are in the same realm as you." Yours, my sister’s attack just now was indeed a bit harsh, I guess she didn’t hurt you, right?”
Ling Zhen held his head high and said loudly and loudly: "Sister Xu, don't worry, my brother and I will never fall!"
Ling Zhen glanced at Xu Bailing's extremely proud chest again, narrowed his eyes and smiled, lowered his head and asked: "The punch just now was off-kilter, I hope Sister Xu can forgive me..."
"Bah, go to hell!"
Xu Bailing pretended to be slightly angry, restrained her strength, and punched Ling Zhen's chest muscles, "Sister Xu, my realm is two levels higher than yours, and I am more than ten years older than you. How can I be with you?" Do you know what a little kid does?"
"Yes, Sister Xu is unparalleled in her grace and beauty. She is a hero among women. Your Excellency, of course, there are many——"
When Ling Zhen said the word "big", his tone was obviously elongated and his tone was glib.
Of course anyone can hear the implication.
Xu Bailing was amused by these words, and her charming body in the red dress was trembling with delicate smiles.
Like water hibiscus swaying in the wind.
Such a rare and beautiful gesture can make countless passionate men fall head over heels for her and make their noses bleed!
"You little bastard, I should have spanked you more. This 'Graduation Examination' ended like this, so it's an advantage for you. You've practiced well. I've taught you these four years in vain!"
Xu Bailing smiled and said, "Xiao Zhen, congratulations on becoming a sword cultivator. From now on, you will carry half of my soul in your body. You must continue to practice hard and don't be lazy. Otherwise, you will be sorry for me, sister. Do you understand?"
Ling Zhen stood upright and said seriously: "I will never let down Sister Xu's expectations!"
Xu Bailing smiled again and said calmly: "Okay, you leave Chi Lian and return to the ruins to marry your unmarried daughter-in-law."
"Sister, you mean Nangong Bingning, the daughter of the Nangong family?"
Ling Zhen asked with raised eyebrows.
"Otherwise? Isn't it that you are working so hard to refine the natal sword just so that you can defeat that Nangong and then marry her as your daughter-in-law?"
Xu Bailing said without thinking.
Ling Zhen shook his head and replied calmly: "I won't marry Nangong Bingning unless you marry her."
Xu Bailing was surprised, "Why don't you marry me?"
Ling Zhen paused, raised the corners of his mouth, and said teasingly: "If I marry her, won't Sister Xu be jealous? I can't be sorry to my Sister Xu."
Xu Bailing was really angry now. She said loudly, "Xiao Zhen, what nonsense are you talking about? It's none of my business who you marry. How jealous am I?!"
As he spoke, a faint blush appeared on that pretty face like a peach.
Ling Zhen came closer and stood face to face with the woman in the red dress. Her expression was not frivolous, and she no longer looked like a playboy. She said, "Sister Xu, I have been taken care of in the past four years. If I didn't see you every day, I really may not be able to survive a peerless beauty like my sister who has bewitched the country. After all, I am not a fairy. I endure hardships day and night, and there will always be days when I feel tired..."
Xu Bailing looked at Ling Zhen's young and handsome face, and inexplicably thought of an "old friend" of hers.
That old friend also had Ling Zhen's captivating peach blossom eyes, which made people's hearts flutter just by looking at him!
Within audible distance of her breath, Xu Bailing's face became more and more rosy, like a ripe and tender peach, watery and sweet when pinched.
This is an extremely rare change in Xu Bailing's appearance. For Ling Zhen, it is something she has never seen before.
It turns out that the young woman who is not young is shy, and she has the shy and reserved charming style of a young girl!
Ling Zhen recalled all the hardships of the past four years, and now they finally paid off. All the hardships were not in vain, and the tiredness was not in vain.
He was already filled with emotions.
Slowly reaching out his hands and putting them on Xu Bailing's shoulders, Ling Zhen looked at Sister Xu, whose face was red and hot, and said warmly: "I don't like that Nangong Bingning. It was my father who insisted on me marrying her. Since Having this opportunity to break the engagement is what I want!"
"Xiao Zhen..."
Xu Bailing's eyes were watery, with tenderness in them.
Ling Zhen touched Sister Xu's long and smooth hair and smiled slightly, "The state is not strong enough, let alone the love between children. When I become a great swordsman who can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, I will marry a wife and have children." It’s not too late!”
He put his face next to Xu Bailing's ear, let out a breath, and joked: "On my wedding day, will Sister Xu come to the wedding banquet?"
"Eat your mother!"
Xu Bailing cursed, raised her jade foot, and stomped hard on Ling Zhen's left foot.
"Ouch!"
The force of this kick was so strong that Ling Zhen screamed in pain.
"If you don't come, you won't come. Why are you stepping so hard..."
"Next time you dare to tease you, Sister Xu, or I, I will step on you in 'that' place, believe it or not?!"
"Xinxin, I don't dare to do it anymore, good sister!"
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The seat of the palace of the Shenyuan lord is Tianshen Villa.
A martial arts arena.
On the ring, stood a man and a woman, both about the same age, around 20 years old.
The woman was wearing a thin blue shirt, her face was as cold as frost, and there was no trace of joy or anger.
Standing proudly at the west end of the table, like a noble and clean orchid, it can only be viewed from a distance and must not be played with!
Her facial features and skin are not bad, far better than ordinary people. Her body faintly exudes a very unusual blue energy, which is not strong, but its shape is visible to the naked eye.
This makes this woman's aura stronger and harder to get close to!
The young man standing at the east end of the opposite side is very upright and heroic. He is wearing a pure light green dress and is better than ten thousand vulgar ordinary people.
His overall temperament is unconventional, with both the elegance and gentleness unique to a scholar and the heroic and brave attitude of a martial artist.
Two completely different and even conflicting postures and auras are perfectly integrated into one person without any sense of disharmony. I have to sigh, "It's amazing!"
Like the arrogant woman in blue, he didn't have any weapons at his side and just stood with bare hands.
Without a sharp blade in his hand, the man in green clothes had particularly sharp eyes. His perseverance revealed a strong ferocity and ferocious aura, far better than the eyes of an eagle or a jackal.
His eyes were like lightning, and his eyes were filled with knives!
The man was Ling Zhen, the only son of the Shenyuan clan king and the young owner of the Tianshen Villa.
The cold and stern woman on the stage is undoubtedly the daughter of Nangong Huantian who came from afar, and the fiancée Nangong Bingning who is engaged to Ling Zhen.
She and her fiancé Ling Zhen had already made an appointment to start a second martial arts competition here. If Nangong Bingning wins, the engagement contract made in previous years will be invalid!
For today's battle, Ling Zhen made a decision four years ago to open his own natal sword aperture and possess a powerful natal sword!
Overcoming numerous difficulties that are no less than reaching the sky, he has put in hard work and hard work that ordinary people can't even imagine.
Being able to stand here as a sword cultivator now proves that Ling Zhen has achieved a true "rebirth".
He is no longer comparable to the one he used to be!
In the arena at this time, Nangong Bingning lived up to his name, speaking with a cold voice without any warmth.
She raised her chin, narrowed her eyes, and was the first to speak: "Ling Zhen, did I hear you correctly? It's been four years and you still haven't refined your natal sword?! Haha, it's a shame that I heard you propose a date. I even looked at you a little too high, but I didn’t know people well and greatly underestimated your level of trash! There is no worst trash, only more trash!"
After Ling Zhen heard this, the fierceness in his eyes did not diminish. He did not restrain the strong hatred in his eyes. He pulled up the corners of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Sometimes in life, there must be something." , Don’t force yourself when there is time in your life. Since you can’t become a sword cultivator, then I will use other techniques to fight you, it doesn’t matter.”
Nangong Bingbing chuckled a few times at first, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter. The laughter was like a duck croaking and a goose croaking, and it no longer had the dignity of a lady in the boudoir.
She was unruly, arrogant, and unscrupulous. She laughed and said: "It's so funny that a human loser who can't even refine his natal sword still wants to marry me, Nangong Bingning! In our Bingyou clan, as long as there is a little bit of cultivation qualifications, Almost all of them have natal sword apertures, with rare exceptions. A person without a natal sword, in Shuanghan Continent, where heroes are judged by their swordsmanship, is no different from a wild dog on the road..."
"Shut your mouth!"
Ling Zhen shouted loudly, "Nangong, don't say that you belong to the Shuanghan Continent or the Bingyou tribe. Don't forget that you are now a foreigner who is not a member of our tribe in the land where our Hanlan Continent's human race lives. If you live in a foreign country and don’t hold your tail between your legs, why are you so crazy?! It’s not too late to go back to your place no matter how crazy you are.”
"Ling, what's your attitude?"
Nangong Bingning was seriously offended, her two thin eyebrows immediately raised, and she shouted angrily, "This is how your human race treats guests?!"
Ling Zhen chuckled and responded with cold eyes: "You, the Bingyou tribe, rarely have saints to teach you etiquette. You like to practice swords but don't like to read. Therefore, your folk customs are rough and your temperament is violent. You don't know what politeness is and what the rules are for being a guest. This is understandable. But what I say here today is that if you continue to be unclean in your mouth, I will let you walk into my house and crawl out!"
