The long night is like a fire, and Li Xiuyuan is like facing a dark night and extinguishing an oil lamp.
When Mao hour was approaching, Li Xiuyuan, who had been sitting in meditation all night, quietly opened his eyes.
He found that the mahogany chair under him had formed a piece of ice, and he was connected to the ice.
His legs were also frozen together by the ice on the bluestone ground, and his whole body couldn't even move.
A faint purple light emerged from the Samsara Sword on the table, as if to tell him: "Use me quickly to cut off this piece of ice beneath you."
The Purple Bamboo Sword also had purple light spots shining, which seemed to be saying to him: "Quickly use the sword intention to lift it as light as if it is heavy, and cut off this cage made of ice."
He silently supported the long table with his hands, quietly feeling the magical power transformed by this ice.
At this time, he tried to imagine the heavy shackles on the dragon's body with the ice melting away from his body.
It's just that the three-dimensional freeze is not a moment of coldness, not to mention that he has been sitting there all night.
At the moment, he no longer has the dragon's fire. If he cuts with his sword forcefully, he may only hurt his body.
After realizing it, he immediately lit the small stove by shaking the fire stick, boiled a pot of warm water, and slowly poured it on the solid ice on his body.
Thinking that I was really crazy, even though I was not afraid of the cold, I didn't even know when the brazier on the ground would go out.
Watching the ice beneath my feet melt away, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.
He looked into the void and murmured to himself: "Master, without the fire of the dragon, this disciple is unable to do anything about the ice under his feet due to his forbidden cultivation!"
After washing up, I changed into clean clothes.
After cooking a pot of white porridge and replenishing some energy, Li Xiuyuan walked to the stone flat behind the main hall and looked up quietly at the wind and snow in the sky.
After a night of sword mastery, he understood something. He knew that with his current level of cultivation, he could barely fuse the first two forms of Shenlong Sword Technique at most.
As for the dragon flying to the sky, it is absolutely impossible.
Unless he returns to the Shura Heaven Realm, unless the old Taoist unlocks the cultivation of his Phoenix Nirvana Body.
After returning from the Styx, he knew where the limit of his cultivation was. After he regained consciousness, he resisted the temptation of being blind and no longer rushed forward.
Looking up at the flying snow in the sky, his expression gradually became determined and he walked towards the wind and snow.
Silently, he took out his bamboo sword and pointed at the falling snow in the sky.
Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time, and the snowflakes falling irregularly from the sky gradually accumulated on his head, body, and bamboo sword.
Gradually he transformed himself into a snowman.
A quarter of an hour...an hour...two hours later, I felt the bamboo sword in my hand getting heavier and heavier.
Every snowflake seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, making the bamboo sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand seem like a mountain that was about to topple down.
The bamboo sword pointing slantingly at the sky slowly fell, but it did not unleash a sword energy that could destroy mountains and seas.
But like an old farmer who has finished plowing a ridge of land, he gently shakes off the beads of sweat.
It's like he used to finish copying the Buddhist scriptures for an hour and gently put the brush on the inkstone.
He even made a flying move at the moment when he was unable to bear the weight and sheathed the sword, as if he wanted to wave away the thick snow on the bamboo sword.
There was no collapse of the sky, no cracking of the earth.
Not even a piercing sword energy rushed out from the bamboo sword in his hand.
He took back the bamboo sword and looked at it carefully. Although he did not produce a majestic Ruoshui sword, he believed that this was the best state he had been practicing with the Snow-cutting Sword for countless years.
He counted the half-cut snowflakes on the bamboo sword and couldn't help but grin.
Thinking carefully about those years, my husband chopped off fifteen snowflakes with a single stroke of his sword on Tianshan Mountain. Later, he went to Fangcun Mountain and chopped off snow with his heavy sword.
From that moment on, the target of his swordsmanship was his husband. From an unknown day, the goal of his sword practice was no longer the teacher in the Apricot Blossom Valley, but became himself.
Because, as his master, the old Taoist priest had never shown his sword skills in front of him.
Even Meng Shentong from Tianyun Mountain in Xuanwu Continent, who possesses the star sword skills, has also never been displayed in front of him.
In the words of the old man, the reason why he couldn't show it was that he didn't want his disciples to have preconceptions after seeing his sword skills.
After all, he himself is half a star, and he may not be able to use all the star swordsmanship.
Because the old man placed all his hopes on Li Xiuyuan.
Quietly putting away his bamboo sword, Li Xiuyuan moved his waist. He decided to practice the Fuhu Luohan Fist taught to him by the old monk again.
He chanted the formula softly in his mouth, punched out with wind, and his body was like a swimming dragon.
After a while, a whirlwind blew up on the stone flat. Gradually, only a cloud of snow mist was seen, but the young man wielding the tiger was nowhere to be seen.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had practiced Fuhu Luohan Fist he had learned in the Great Buddha Temple.
Even without cultivation, even the phaseless golden body fell to the first level.
It does not affect his ability to integrate this fist into the memory of flesh and blood, and blast out an earth-shattering momentum.
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In the main hall, Long Qingfeng let out a long sigh.
The old man's mood at this time was like that of the young man waving his fist on the stone flat, with the urge to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.
Every move of the young man these days fell into his consciousness.
However, he was comprehending the laws between heaven and earth and could not show up.
It was the young man Yu Xueye who enlightened the sword and sat down like an ice man in the palace, which deeply shocked the old man.
This was beyond his knowledge of his disciples, and he also knew how incredible it was to fuse the three styles of Shenlong sword techniques.
Even he, a teacher, couldn't do it. What's more, he taught Li Xiuyuan the principle of three lives and all things.
But now, the young man who has lost his divine dragon body and has no cultivation is trying to fuse the three divine dragon sword techniques.
And judging from the expressions of his disciples, it is clear that he has found a way and direction for integration.
Even the old man in seclusion had to temporarily give up the cultivation in front of him and happily walked to the main hall.
After waving his hand, the old man looked at the young man in the snow and smiled and said, "I'm happy today, so I won't practice for the time being."
"Boom!" With a sound, Li Xiuyuan blasted the snow mist in front of him into flying snow all over the sky.
He withdrew his fist, then looked at the old man outside the hall, and asked in surprise: "Master is finally out of seclusion? Has he understood the laws of heaven and earth and found an opportunity to ascend?"
The old man looked at him and smiled and said: "Without the body of the divine dragon, I can integrate the divine dragon sword technique. This is something that even a teacher cannot do. Of course I am very happy."
Li Yuan was startled and murmured: "The disciples haven't been able to fuse yet."
The old man shook his head, turned around and walked towards the main hall.
Said: "You have understood the essence of swordsmanship, and you have also understood more principles from the ice. Let's slowly polish the rest."
What the old man wants to say is, there is only so much time to come, why bother?
After wiping off the snow stains on his body, Li Xiuyuan followed the old man to the main hall to make tea.
Looking at the puddle of water on the ground, he smiled bitterly and planned to find a broom.
The old man shook his head and waved a breeze, turning a puddle of water on the ground into a whirlwind and flying out of the hall.
He lit the small stove on the table and put some snow water on it to make tea.
Looking at the young man sitting in front of him, he sighed and said: "The practice of swordsmanship is the same as water dripping through stone, but I didn't expect you to be able to create a piece of ice on a cold winter night."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled bitterly: "Master, before the disciple recovers his cultivation, he must practice the swordsmanship for self-defense, right?"
The old man looked at him and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Li Xiuyuan frowned slightly and said softly: "I once met the guy sent by the Great Elder to assassinate Xiao Hei in Luoshui. If he knows that I am still on Shenlong Island..."
In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, if the Great Elder really knew that he had killed Long Tianping's dragon soul, he would probably fight him to death.
Although that guy killed the ancient Canglong's son first, and then assassinated the ancient Canglong himself.
The old man couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, looked at him and said, "Youwei teacher is here, what are you afraid of?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he frowned more and more, because he remembered what the old Taoist said, that he came to Shenlong Continent to recite.
Since you are going to remember it, you can no longer worry about it when you leave.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but murmur to myself: "If anything happens in Shenlong Valley, master, please let the disciple face it alone."
The old man was shocked, looked at him and asked: "But have you ever thought about it, if you encounter something bad and good in this Dragon Valley, how do you want me to face your powerful master?"
Listening to these words, Li Xiu became more determined to read it.
Facing Long Qingfeng, he bowed his head deeply to the ground and said in a deep voice: "Even if the disciple dies in the Divine Dragon Valley, the master will come to collect the body for the disciple."
The old man's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to help Li Xiuyuan, looking at him and sighing heavily.
He asked leisurely: "Are you going to make a decision with Shenlonggu, or with Weishi and Xiaobai?"
Without even thinking about it, the old man naturally understood that his disciple did not want to harm his Xiaobai and wanted to face the storm in the Dragon Valley on his own.
With the Great Elder's temper, if he knew that his disciples had killed his subordinates and nephews, Shenlong Valley would probably start a bloody storm...
Sighing, the old man said leisurely: "He has long ignored my old face and wanted to forge a dragon sword for him, but my master has stopped forging swords in Wolong Mountain..."
Thinking about what happened on Shenlong Island, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but reveal a strange smile on his face.
He shook his head, looked at the old man and said, "The great elder's nephew Long Taiping used the Dragon Sword to kill the children of the ancient Cang Long old man, and then plotted against the old man."
In his opinion, Shenlong Valley might have lost the Shenlong Sword forever.
After all, the ancient Canglong either left with himself, or left the Shenlong Continent with his master and Xiaobai.
After all, through the efforts of him and Xiao Hei, it can be said that everything is ready, all that is left is the east wind.
"That sword can't be returned." Li Xiuyuan said: "Besides, in my opinion, that sword is a murder weapon. It is absolutely impossible for him to hand over the murder weapon that killed the senior's children."
"Let's have tea. After Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei come back, we will take a closer look." The old man said lightly.
Li Xiuyuan was a little angry thinking that these two guys had gone into the mountains without knowing they would come back.
He frowned and said, "These two guys never knew they were back as soon as they left the house."
The old man smiled and said: "Xiao Hei hasn't seen Xiao Bai for a long time, and he wants to leave the Shenlong Continent with you. Naturally, he wants to stay with Xiao Bai for a while."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard that. He remembered the situation in Wolong Mountain and couldn't help but laugh: "At the beginning, I thought that that idiot Xiaobai would become my sister after he transformed?"
The old man sighed and said helplessly: "Although Xiaobai's temperament is smaller than Xiaohei's, he has not been able to practice Qin Dao to a higher level."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at the old man and said, "It's okay. When he comes back, I'll catch him and practice the piano for a few days."
After hearing what the dragon man said, Li Xiuyuan's hands felt a little itchy.
Just as he was talking, Xiaobai's joyful shout came from outside the hall: "Master, brother, we are back."
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