Under the starry sky, his face became paler and his eyes became brighter.
His expression became more and more haggard, but he still looked at the bamboo sword in his hand intently. This was the purple bamboo talisman sword he cut on the bamboo peak of Tianyun Mountain in Xuanwu Continent.
Two different magic circles were blessed on it, and the accelerated flame sword energy gave the bamboo sword in his hand extraordinary power.
This bamboo sword in his hand has surpassed the ordinary spiritual swords in the world.
As long as he is willing, he can use this bamboo sword to cut the snow from the mountain.
Looking at the vast starry sky, he remembered that when he was only seven years old, he realized his sword of the river in the glacier of Tianshan Mountain.
He understood the Ruoshui Intention Sword that belonged to him.
Along the way, he cultivated the water-like sword to a water-like sword that could destroy mountains.
The only thing that left him speechless was that he might not be able to use the flaming sword force before the old Taoist unlocked his Phoenix Nirvana cultivation.
The bamboo sword in his hand was slashed out, with snowflakes flying in the sky, and a Ruoshui sword force was quietly attached, which instantly evolved into a majestic sword energy.
It's like the water of the big river in the Tianshan Mountains, like the white water flowing away under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and even more like the shocking sword force by the Tongtian River.
The simplest bamboo sword can stir up the aura of Tianyun in Shenlong Valley and stir up the thick snow on the eaves of the main hall.
The big tree between the cliffs outside Shiping shook for a while, and a sword energy stirred up a strong wind, turning the snow on the tree into a snow mist like a snow dragon...
Poof!
The snow dragon outside the cliff had not yet formed, but Li Xiuyuan spat out a mouthful of blood.
The passing moon covered the moon, and also covered the pale face of the year, but it could not cover the dazzling blood stain in the snow.
Broken branches fell from the big trees between the cliffs outside Shiping. They were crushed and torn apart by the powerful sword force, and turned into flying flowers all over the sky in front of Li Xiuyuan.
The snow dragon that had not yet taken shape in the sky had dispersed, leaving only the blood-stained boy looking up at the moon.
Standing quietly, his face became paler, but there was more enlightenment in his eyes. The bamboo sword in his hand was trembling gently. The sword enlightenment that he had worked hard for several days finally broke out at this moment.
Li Xiuyuan raised his arm and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.
Before, in the Xuanwu Continent and in the ancient world, he struggled with the path of gods and demons, which made him vomit blood.
Instead, he vomited three feet away in front of the old Taoist priest.
Tonight he realized the sword and vomited blood again, but no old Taoist priest came to witness for him. Even his master Long Qingfeng fell asleep.
Only the snowy moon in the sky, obscured by dark clouds, silently stared at the young man under the starry sky.
Practice swordsmanship in the snow, practice swordsmanship in the snow and vomit blood.
Li Xiuyuan's face was full of smiles, even though his newly changed clothes were stained red with blood, he wanted to laugh loudly.
Because he was very satisfied with the result tonight, he turned the Sword of the River into a snow dragon.
Although he has no cultivation at the moment, being able to do this is enough to make him proud.
With his understanding of the swordsmanship he practiced and his understanding of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he transformed the hidden dragon that left the abyss into a snow dragon that borrowed the power of heaven and earth.
What's more important is that from this moment on, he can use any object in the world to transform into the sword of the river and the sword of water.
Not just a lake, but a sky full of wind and snow.
It can even be fallen leaves on a place, windy sand on a place, a mountain, or a forest.
Li Xiuyuan's journey from the beginning seemed to be smooth sailing, but only he knew how much sweat and blood he had put into it.
At this moment, he didn't have to think about the fact that his cultivation base was completely gone and his divine dragon body had disappeared.
There is no need to think about how to rebuild the phaseless golden body to the third level next.
Although Wu Jian vomited blood, he was thinking about whether to strike again? The Shenlong that left the abyss has been transformed into a new sword style, so how to stop the Shenlong and cut off the heavy shackles on the Shenlong with one sword?
Without the dragon's body, how can he understand the layers of shackles and cages?
Without the divine dragon body, he still has the Buddhist formless golden body.
How about turning the divine dragon into a diamond with angry eyes and a sword? Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan became a little excited.
The Shenlong Sword Technique is used to subjugate demons, so can I evolve the three-move Shenlong Sword Technique into three-moves or even one-move to subjugate demons?
I have already understood how to kill snow with one sword, so can I understand how to defeat demons with one sword? Coupled with the four styles of reincarnation swordsmanship, he can travel all over the world.
At least before he turns into a mortal, before he starts to practice the star sword technique, he can use it as a close-up sword move.
He waved the bamboo sword in his hand again and slashed at the big tree ten feet away with one move of the snow-cutting sword.
Then he walked towards the main hall without looking back. After working hard tonight, he needed to have a good sleep.
Until the boy closed the heavy door!
Until the snowy moon in the sky disappears, and the snowflakes fall all over the sky.
It wasn't until a gust of wind passed by that the big tree outside the cliff made a dull sound and crashed down the mountain.
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The next day, Long Qingfeng still didn't come out of seclusion, and Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei didn't come back either.
After cooking a pot of white porridge to fill his stomach, Li Xiuyuan came to the stone flat behind the main hall.
Looking at the big tree that had been cut in half outside the cliff, I felt that my Zhanxue practice, which I had worked hard for for decades, had finally not been in vain.
Today's wind and snow are getting fiercer, the whistling north wind is carrying snowflakes all over the sky, and the bamboo sword in my hand is about to condense into a sword that looks like a dragon taking off its armor.
The power contained in the sword's power in the wind and snow piled up with every snowflake falling on him, and eventually turned into a mountain of power, pressing him heavily to the ground.
Feeling the force of the heavy sword that cut off Fan Cong, Li Xiuyuan lay on the ground, and with a pop, blood spurted out again like a sword.
Blood dyed the snow three inches in front of him red, spraying blood on his face and clothes.
With difficulty, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked up at the falling snowflakes from the sky. He was thinking about how the dragon, stripped of its heavy cage, could turn into a sword to subdue demons.
He sighed leisurely.
Li Xiuyuan naturally turned the Shenlong Sword Technique into the difficulty of the Demon-Conquering Sword Technique. Now, he has to turn the sword power he learned in the past into even a clumsy sword move.
After pondering for so many days, I still haven't figured out how to turn a mountain of snow into a dragon.
But even if you only understand one-tenth of it, you can still try to turn the snowflakes in the sky into layers of shackles.
Then cut it off with one sword!
Li Xiuyuan stood up with difficulty, holding on to the snow, looking thoughtfully at the red plum blossoms blooming on the snow.
He has been able to confirm that his direction is not wrong, but still needs some heat.
It's just that he can't figure out how to get more power?
With his current level of cultivation, he is definitely not as good as Monk Buli, who can borrow strength from heaven. His cultivation was imprisoned by the old Taoist priest, so he could only practice swordplay honestly.
These days, in the mountains, in the hall, in the streams, and on the cliffs, he felt more and more that he had a deeper understanding of the power of heaven and earth, and he frantically tried to integrate the three moves of the Dragon Sword Technique.
If it were any other monk, he would probably have given up after repeated setbacks.
But he had no such emotion at all. He tried various methods every day, and even wanted to ask his master to find another piece of armor for him to put on.
Just like when he was on Tianshan Mountain, he used the black iron armor that his husband gave him to practice.
In the Shenlong Valley on a winter night, in addition to the whistling wind, there is the sound of snow falling in the forest and crushing tree branches.
In the main hall, Li Xiuyuan guarded a lone lamp and quietly looked at two different swords on the table.
One is the Samsara Sword and the other is the Bamboo Sword.
The Shura Sword was hidden in the jade disc space, and the jade disc was also imprisoned by the old Taoist priest. At the moment, he was thinking, if the Shura Sword was placed on the table, would he be able to wield it as before, like an arm with his fingers?
Xiaobai and Xiaohei still haven't come back, and their master Long Qingfeng is still in seclusion.
Quietly looking at the two completely different swords on the table, he actually had no intention of practicing sword practice.
The Samsara Sword is not light either. It feels heavy in the hand and feels like a heavy sword.
And the bamboo sword, like the flying snow in the sky outside the palace, had no weight at all unless he felt it in his hand.
Even though he had been on the bamboo peak, with the bamboo sword in his hand, he had realized the sword spirit of cutting snow with the mountain in the mountains.
Compared with the bamboo sword, the Samsara Sword is much clumsy, thick and heavy.
The bamboo sword is very thin, and even on this boneless bamboo sword, he has engraved two different runes.
When you hold the Samsara Sword in your hand, will you feel like you are being shackled? Still holding the bamboo sword in his hand, he pressed down one by one like snowflakes all over the sky.
One snowflake cannot form a cage, but what about millions of snowflakes? What if in the end the millions of pieces of snow pressing on you turn into layers of ice?
The yellowish light swayed gently in the empty hall, illuminating the three feet in front of him.
Just like the Ruoshui sword power he understood, it covered the three feet in front of him.
Within three feet, the world is dominated by his sword power, although at the moment he cannot fuse two different sword powers.
Although he has not yet been able to evolve the two sword styles into his own sword domain.
The temperature in the main hall late at night was much colder than during the day, but he felt a line of cold sweat running down his back, and his hands were trembling slightly.
He was sweating more and more, and the sweat that kept pouring out was like snowflakes falling from the sky, gradually making his clothes wet.
At this time, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of heavy shackles, and like a powerful and indestructible invisible cage, they were wrapped up heavily.
It even made it difficult for him to breathe.
The reason for this is because when he was under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, he imagined the misty rain turning into thousands of shackles draped on the body of a divine dragon.
The dragon who left the abyss will take off the heavy iron armor cage on his body, and then leave through the air.
Back in the Luoshui Inn, when he was fighting the killer from the Dragon Valley, he never thought about using the Dragon Sword Technique.
And when he was reborn and became a mortal, he understood the terrifying meaning of the divine dragon removing its armor.
At this time, the Samsara Sword was trembling gently on the long table made of iron wood, while the bamboo sword floor was beating restlessly.
Two different swords, both want to understand this completely different sword move.
After pondering hard, he finally realized that he didn't need to simulate the power accumulated by the snowflakes in the sky piece by piece on his body.
But he wants to find an appropriate way to describe Fan Cong itself.
Just like he was cutting snow with a mountain on top of the Bamboo Peak, there was no need for him to understand the truth.
Because the mountain is there, and so are others! The mountain is himself, and as long as he is willing, he can cut the snow with the mountain.
At that moment, he felt that the light bamboo sword on the table suddenly became extremely heavy.
Not much lighter than the Samsara Sword.
He felt the glaciers rushing down from the Tianshan Mountains, mixed with sand, gravel, and branches, rushing towards him with a roar.
I felt that the big river on the Tongtian River, which was sandwiched with layers of ice and made it difficult for birds to fly, was pressing on my body.
Feeling the winter in Meishan, the millions of snowflakes slowly piled up on me one by one, until I became a part of Meishan.
It was like falling into the depths of an abyss, feeling heavy pressure everywhere.
It also seemed like it was sinking into the Tongtian River, like a drowned feather, slowly sinking into the sand and mud flow.
The oil lamp on the table was swaying gently, illuminating his pale face, and his breathing gradually became faster...
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