"Hey, Xuan Qing, long time no see. How are you doing lately?"
"How's it going? Look at you, you are smiling like an old chrysanthemum. I heard that you have accepted an ascended disciple. You are a devilish genius and a prodigy in the way of swordsmanship. I am so beautiful to you."
The young man looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is exactly the ancestor of Tianwen, a cultivator of Tianzun.
Xuan Qing smiled and said, "Of course it's very good."
Another message came from Ming Linlang: "This is the Tianwen lineage mentioned earlier."
He was very optimistic about this girl, so he brought her here to meet many powerful people, as a way to support and care for her.
But Ming Linlang looked at the pig-headed young man, and when he noticed the faint fluctuations of the Qianqiu Sword in his body, he knew that this was the male cultivator with the innate sword bone.
After Xue Honghua exchanged greetings with Xuan Qing, Xuan Qing wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and thought that Xue Honghua was really what his disciples called a social gangster. It was really troublesome to deal with him, but he could still avoid it in the future. Bar.
Xue Honghua looked at Ming Linlang, her eyes lit up, and she was amazed.
"Your disciple is so pure and pure in his swordsmanship that he is really powerful. I'm afraid he's not even as good as my little Xizi."
He has three eyes, which are like seeing fire, and he can see that Ming Linlang has something magical about her body.
The pig-headed young man was Xue Xi, and he murmured a few words: "Ancestor, I'm not bad either."
But he only received a contemptuous look from the civet cat in Xue Honghua's arms.
But Ming Linlang took a step forward, bowed her hands to Xue Honghua, and then looked at Xue Xi, with a bit of excitement in her eyes.
"Kunlun disciple Ming Linlang wants to ask fellow Taoist about the sword."
Xue Honghua's eyes flashed with deep thought, but she looked at Xuan Qing for a moment and said with a smile: "Yes, it's still a long time before the discussion. Why don't you ask my little boy to try it with your little disciple?"
Xuan Qing's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and there was also deep thought passing through his eyes, and he replied: "Young men of the younger generation are high-spirited, so let them be."
Xue Xi also heard the meaning behind the words of the two Heavenly Lords, and then looked at Ming Linlang, his eyebrows blinked slightly, but he saw that his body was surrounded by purple and gold mysterious light, and he could not see the true meaning.
But he was only in one realm and had just ascended to the upper realm. As an eighth-level heavenly immortal, he had been practicing swordsmanship for nearly a thousand years.
He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, the difference in realm between you and me means that even if you think about it, I won't be able to win."
Ming Linlang nodded and said with a smile: "Then how about we fight with pure swordsmanship and kendo without using any magic power? With just one sword strike, the winner will be determined."
Xue Xi heard her aggressiveness, but a sharp light appeared in her eyes.
"That's very good."
Since this fellow Taoist is so forced, Xue Xi is not a soft persimmon with a good temper.
Competing in swordsmanship?
He boasted that he was gifted with sword bones and was born as the son of a swordsman. When it came to swordsmanship, it was difficult for his peers to compare with him. How could he be afraid of such a comparison?
The two looked at each other, then transformed into two rays of light and shadow, leaping high into the clouds and mist.
Xuan Qing saw Xue Honghua looking towards him, smiled slightly and said.
"This disciple is extremely talented. It only took him five or six hundred years to ascend from the small thousand worlds below. He is still at a high-spirited age. Fellow Daoist Xue, please forgive me."
Xue Honghua rubbed the fur of the civet cat in her arms, forced down its rebellious claws, and snorted angrily.
"You're still pretending in front of me, but this kid needs to be taught a lesson."
Monks should be proud, but they should not be arrogant and arrogant. They must know that there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and every mountain is higher than the other.
But looking at the sky, the two of them looked at each other. Xue Xi called out a three-foot blue and white bone sword, with a sound like broken jade, and said.
"My cultivation level is better than that of my Taoist friends over the years, so I asked my Taoist friends to draw the sword first."
Ming Linlang nodded in agreement, summoned the Qianqiu Sword from the sea of qi, held it in her right hand, her eyebrows were cold and solemn.
"Then thank you fellow Taoist."
"With just one sword, if you kill her with one sword, I will kill you with one sword in return."
This sentence was so meaningless that Xue Xi couldn't help but frown, thinking about what it meant. Who did this 'she' refer to? Could it be that this female nun is so aggressive because she wants to seek revenge?
But at this moment, Ming Linlang was already moving.
She hadn't stabbed forward yet, but was practicing her sword moves to build up "momentum". There was no power surge in her body, but she saw the sword body trembling slightly, pouring out majestic sword energy.
The Qianqiu Sword Classic was saved by Ming Linlang, and he was also nourished by merits. At the moment of reshaping, he transformed into an acquired divine object, which caused the thunder of swordsmanship in the void, which was extremely saddening to the soul.
Seeing such a momentum, Xue Xi also put away the slight contempt in his heart. He held the sword bone in his hand and showed a serious look on his face, although it was not very obvious.
Ming Linlang performed the sword technique of banishing immortals. The sword's intention blended into the mountains and rivers, making her feel like a visitor from the palace in the sky.
Then I saw a little scarlet rolling out, which was the killing sword intent.
Two strands of the true meaning of swordsmanship appeared in this world, condensed into the cold light of Qianqiu.
The "power" is sufficient and it is time to draw the sword.
Ming Linlang's silver hair is flying, her eyes are shining, the immortal mark on her forehead is looming, and there is also a mysterious Taoist charm.
she said softly.
"With this sword, you will know what it means to be in the art of swordsmanship. Among the three thousand peaks, I am the most majestic, and even the green mountains are less majestic than mine."
"My sword is the best."
Being born with a sword bone is not invincible, and he is the leader in swordsmanship!
As her true meaning came out, a vision suddenly appeared in the sky.
Geng Xiehe, sparse stars and pale moon, broken clouds slightly.
Xue Xi only saw Ming Linlang's graceful figure, and with the clear light of the pale moon, the majestic atmosphere of the mountains and rivers behind him was illuminated.
And she turned her back to the green mountain, stepped on the clear wind and bright moon, and slashed with one sword.
The mighty sword intent was concentrated at the tip of the sword, shattering his previous arrogance and arrogance, and the arrogance he had gained through mastering both Gua and Sword cultivation over the years.
Precisely because of his unique talent of being born with a sword bone, Xue Xi knew that he could not strike a sword that could rival it, and he would not be able to block this sword without using his magic power.
When he came to his senses, he saw the sword's edge lying in front of him, and the sword in his hand was already vaguely unstable.
What blocked the tip of the sword was the ray of energy that Xue Honghua shot out with a snap of her fingers.
At this time, he couldn't help turning his head and sighed towards Xuan Qing.
"Kunlun, you have really gained a good disciple. With such attainments in swordsmanship, even if she has just stepped onto the first level of heavenly immortal, there is no one in the world below the sixth level who cannot be killed with one sword?"
Xuan Qing smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his face, but he still waved his hand and said.
"Don't say that, one mountain is higher than the other. I heard a few days ago that there was even a third-level female cultivator who entered the top thousand of the Immortal Ranking. Now the world is dominated by these young people."
Hearing this, Xue Honghua stopped for a moment while holding the civet cat in her arms, resisting her master's paws, and deep thoughts flashed through her brown and yellow round eyes.
And Ming Linlang fell safely beside Xuan Qing, without any of the sharpness from before.
Xue Xi lost his mind, the sword bones scattered a glow into his body, and returned to Xue Honghua. The civet cat jumped out of his arms and jumped in front of her.
A cat punch with the left paw and a cat punch with the right paw.
When he was in pain, he came back to his senses, ignited his fighting spirit, and looked at Ming Linlang's eyes, which were full of complexity and even more intense.
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