The mortal peak.
The small lake is rippling and the green mountains are towering.
Jiang Xuan was wearing a long white dress and remained motionless as the swing made of dead vines swayed. She grasped the vines with her slender fingers and looked at the handsome young man in white robes with wristbands in the middle of the lake.
Zhao Huai was sitting on the lake at this time, relaxing and practicing.
Miraculously, he stood in the middle of the lake without falling down. From a distance, he looked like an immortal.
Ripples continued to appear on the smooth lake surface, and the dragon at the bottom of the lake kept swimming. A ferocious head looked at the man above him in fear.
Zhao Huai remained unmoved, but the aura on his body gradually increased.
The sharp sword energy stirred up the spiritual lake, causing waves to rise.
In an instant, a dark green long sword buzzed, crossed the lake, flowed up, and escaped into the sky.
Zhao Huai stood up and rose from the center of the lake. He took a step forward and spread his feet apart.
One punch.
Water rolls rise from the lake, and tornadoes dance with the fists. The wild forests in the mountains splashed with water mist are like a fairyland, and the leaves are as crystal clear as jade under the reflection of the sun.
"Hoo ho!"
Zhao Huai closed his eyes and punched one after another.
The power of the fist rolled away, and the magic fist flowed between the sky and the earth, like a big rushing river rising up, flowing from one side of the sky to the other side, and finally like a heavy rain of ink, falling on the entire fairy peak, pouring down!
After Zhao Huai understood the true meaning of Luoshui Boxing, it became even more powerful.
If the previous boxing technique was just a simple imitation, then the digested Luoshui boxing technique was more suitable for him.
After finishing a set of punches, Zhao Huai reached out to explore.
"Buzz!"
The dark green sword fell straight down and fell into his hand.
At the same time, he grabbed another rusty sword from the Xuan Ring.
Throwing both hands, the two swords flew together, flowing around the body faster and faster.
Soon, the lake water flowed with the flying sword, and the sword-like river appeared again.
"The principle of Luoshui Sword Technique is similar to that of Luoshui Boxing Technique. They both manifest visions."
Zhao Huai nodded slowly, and after understanding, he stopped using his sword skills.
Instead, he stretched out his hand and grasped the dark green sword in the void.
Compared to the Sword of Yanzu and the other swords, he felt that he had a softer spot for this dark green sword.
This tacit understanding even surpasses Yanzu's Sword, which is really strange.
Zhao Huai clenched the hilt of the sword, his mind in a daze. For a moment, he seemed to see another woman in white clothes like snow, turning back and smiling at him.
Returning to reality, the spiritual energy around him quickly surged towards him, condensing into sword energy.
"Roar!"
At this time, a dragon jumped out of the lake and roared like thunder.
Zhao Huai was practicing on the lake, which undoubtedly disturbed it.
It decided to teach this guy a lesson.
The dragon's sound waves rolled in, and Zhao Huai's body quickly retreated backwards.
He smiled with interest on his face.
This Yuanying realm dragon is his son's guardian. It was given by Master Hai as a gift, just for practicing his skills.
The secret of the Dragon-Slaying Immortal Technique kept flashing in his mind.
Zhao Huai held his sword and drew a circle in the direction of the dragon. The next second, the sound wave immediately retreated.
Thousands of sword energies were condensed, and the sword tip pointed.
"Whizzing!"
The sword rain came like a tide.
Seeing this posture, the blue-eyed dragon swung its tail and threw out a huge waterspout.
Zhao Huai was unhurried and calm, and the light of the golden elixir flowed to the meridians of his limbs and also entered the dark green sword.
There is a layer of golden sword energy attached to the sword edge.
Zhao Huai stood proudly in the void, raised his sword slightly, and the majestic sword intent burst out.
A sacred shadow gathered behind him.
Then it fell from the sky and struck down with a sword.
The sword energy soared into the sky, splitting the hanging clouds in the sky, and was cut to both sides. The woods swayed, and an entrance was opened to the left and right. This sword was like the finger of an immortal, no matter what it was, everything had to give way.
Even the dragon's blue vertical pupils couldn't help but have a look of fear.
In Jiang Xuan's eyes, there was a hint of surprise.
In these two hundred years, she had walked around the world and met many people and things.
There are those who can transform into gods and destroy monsters with one palm, and are invincible in the world. There are also the people in the market who walk around the streets every day, wearing plain clothes. Those powerful disciples are high-spirited, the immortal monks are majestic in their sword skills, and those Buddhist eminent monks are transforming. She has seen all the ghost caves with immeasurable merits and degenerate Taoist priests slaying demons in abandoned ancient temples to achieve enlightenment.
Now she saw one more scene.
A very young man with a powerful sword and a mighty sword spirit, capable of slaying a dragon with one strike.
The great path on this man's body is a mixture of immortality and fireworks from the mortal world.
Rare in the world.
The moment Zhao Huai dropped his sword, the sword energy in the sky suddenly dispersed.
He stopped on the blue-eyed dragon's head and touched its thick long horns.
"You are my son's protector. How could I attack you? Thank you for accompanying me in sword practice."
Zhao Huai said with a smile on his lips.
He understood that if it was a matter of life, this dragon would not be so easy to deal with.
After all, this is a Nascent Soul dragon. Even if he tries his best, it’s hard to say whether he will win or lose.
The main reason is that it has no murderous intentions towards itself.
At this time, Zhao Huai's mysterious ring emitted a shocking aura.
This dragon, which has been practicing for thousands of years, felt something, and his eyes were full of fear.
It seems that he is afraid of the things in the mysterious ring.
Seeing this, Zhao Huai was suddenly enlightened.
It seems that the black dragon's aura in the small world suppressed the dragon.
It's true that one thing brings down another thing.
It is normal for demon clans to have rank suppression.
After letting go of the dragon, the frightened green-eyed dragon fled straight into the water.
Zhao Huai jumped back to the ground and carefully thought about the gains and losses of the sword just now.
Although there is a trace of the divine essence of the Dragon-Slaying Immortal, it is still far from being truly successful.
"What was the name of the sword you just struck?"
Jiang Xuan, who was sitting on the swing, spoke slowly, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
"Dragon-Slaying Immortal Technique."
Zhao Huai replied.
"The Dragon-Slaying Immortal Technique is indeed an immortal move. This divine essence is truly hard to find in the world."
Jiang Xuan murmured, then looked at Zhao Huai and asked:
"Your talent in swordsmanship is the highest among people I have ever seen, but I feel that you are missing something of your own. Do you know your way?"
"Avenue? What avenue?"
Zhao Huai said doubtfully.
"The Dao is your position. Now you have the golden elixir, so of course you don't need to care about this. But if you reach the Nascent Soul Transformation later and face the Hedao, you will suffer a lot."
Jiang Xuan explained patiently.
"We'll talk about the rest later."
Zhao Huai replied with a smile.
Jiang Xuan shook her head and said no more. Her clear eyes moved elsewhere, no longer looking at him.
Zhao Huai pursed his lips and scratched his head.
I don’t know what this mortal fairy is thinking.
He quickly stepped forward and walked into the hut, intending to take a look at the child.
He opened the door and took a look.
The curtains made of green bamboo let through the light and shadow, and the room was not dark. A jade pot and teacup were placed on the table.
"Dulu. Dududu. Ludududu."
Yu Qinghan was wearing a green gauze dress with waist-length hair. She was sitting in the room, singing a little tune softly while the two babies in the car fell asleep.
After humming for a while, she continued to pick up the stack of files on the table and read them.
The eloquent documents were spread out to a length of half a meter.
Zhao Huai found a stool, sat down, supported his head, yawned, and said lazily: "What's written on it."
Living such a leisurely life is really addictive.
Yu Qinghan held the document, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he frowned and said: "My uncle is really worried. If I am not here, he will be evil and want to reorganize the Chao Gang. I don't even look at how much he weighs."
"Pei Ming, King of Changning?"
Zhao Huai asked.
"Yes, it is extremely difficult to deliver this document. It was already news half a month ago. It seems that in the past so long, the outside world has changed a lot. Beilang finally showed his flaws. There is actually something inside Daxia You Xinxin and you, Da Yan, are also restless and make a lot of noise at the border."
Halfway through the words, Yu Qinghan looked at Zhao Huai with his phoenix eyes.
Zhao Huai waved his hands helplessly and said: "Don't blame me. I don't worry about major matters in the court. Maybe things will be better after I go back."
"Don't be complacent. Your Great Flame has offended the Shenluo Empire. Xizhou is very dangerous now. It has accepted a large number of Demon Sect disciples. It is now a place where evil spirits are mixed. I suspect that the Shenluo Empire has reached cooperation with the Demon Sect. "
Yu Qinghan glanced at him and reminded him.
Zhao Huai closed his eyes and seemed not to take them to heart. He held his head and said, "Don't worry. As long as we and our husbands join forces, the Shenluo Empire will be nothing."
"What are you going to do?"
Yu Qinghan turned his head and asked curiously.
“I just have a plan, I’ll discuss the details after we get off the mountain.”
"well!"
Zhao Huai stood up and stretched, his brows filled with regret.
"It's time to go."
Hearing his words, Yu Qinghan also sighed and glanced at the two sleeping children with nostalgia.
Zhao Huai looked out the window at the mountains and pondered slightly.
The secular world has been without a leader for a long time and can no longer let it go.
The trip to Lingshan has come to an end.
But before that, there's one more thing to do.
Tiandui Mountain.
The hot breath boomed from the top of the mountain, and the sound of forging iron continued.
A young man in white came to the door of the villa and sent a message:
"Prince Zhao Huai of Great Yan, come to get the sword."
A bunch of eyes looked at Zhao Huai at the door.
"Prince Dayan is here?"
"Yes, I heard that the master has been making a sword for the past half month, and it seems to be his."
"What? The master did it himself, and it took him half a month to forge it? What kind of sword is this!"
"I don't know. You might as well go up and have a look. I also want to see what kind of sword it is, so that the master can treat it so seriously."
The door of the villa is open.
Zhao Huai was invited in, followed closely by Yu Qinghan.
After walking through the sword-forging corridor, the blazing furnace and the exhibition hall, Zhao Huai quickly came to the room where Master Ruan Ban was, followed by many disciples from Tiandian Mountain.
"You came."
Master Ruan Ban said with a smile on his face, but he looked much more haggard than half a month ago. It seemed that he was tired from forging the sword.
Even so, his face was still full of energy.
"This natal flying sword guarantees your satisfaction."
Master Ruan Ban patted his chest and vowed.
After saying that, he moved out of the way, revealing a deep and quiet sword pool on the side.
The disciples outside the door looked at the sword pool with their mouths wide open.
"Am I right? Master actually used the sword washing pool?"
"I heard that in this sword-washing pool, only the best flying swords can be placed in it. Even broken copper and iron can become good magic weapons when placed in the sword-washing pool."
"The sword-washing pool is made by smelting millions of magic weapons. It is a great inheritance opportunity for Tiandian Mountain. The master must have his reasons for doing this."
After hearing what his disciples said, Zhao Huai smiled without saying a word and took a few steps forward.
He saw a jet-black flying sword clearly standing under the deep sword-washing pool.
"Your Highness, you may shed your blood to recognize your master."
Master Ruan Ban reminded.
Zhao Huai nodded, stretched out his index finger, and lightly swiped the condensed sword energy, and blood beads the size of mung beans gushed out from his fingertips.
It just landed on the black flying sword with a crash.
The moment the blood beads merged into the sword body.
Zhao Huai felt a heart-to-heart feeling.
A domineering, very domineering aura rushed up to him, which shocked him.
The whole person seemed to be in a dark void space, and a majestic and winding huge black dragon appeared in front of him, staring down at him with red eyes.
However, he quickly suppressed this aura.
This should be the soul of this sword.
"Where's the sheath?"
Zhao Huai turned around and asked.
Master Ruan Ban smiled slightly and said: "This sword has no scabbard."
"Sheathless?"
Zhao Huai looked surprised.
"Yes, this sword was requested by His Highness. It is very powerful. It is so powerful that nothing can be used to make its scabbard, at least I can't find it."
"This is actually an unsheathed sword."
Yu Qinghan on the side couldn't help but marveled.
After recognizing his master, Zhao Huai stretched out his hand, and the black sword under the sword pool slowly rose.
It fell into Zhao Huai's hands.
There was a "clang" sound!
The black sword fell to the ground, inserting a large hole. The marble floor was cracked on all sides, and half of the sword was submerged.
Shen.
Very heavy.
This was Zhao Huai's first feeling when he started.
You know, he is a monk in the middle stage of Jindan. The strength of one hand can weigh tens of thousands of kilograms in pure physical body?
Can't even lift a sword?
With magic power injected into his arm, Zhao Huai finally lifted the sword hilt easily.
He stroked the edge of the sword and looked at it carefully.
The jet-black sword body, with deep fine lines, is noble and low-key. It feels like dragon scales to the touch and is very smooth.
The blade of the sword was dark and cold, and one could faintly feel the violent energy in the flying sword.
Just holding it in his hand and injecting magic power, Zhao Huai felt a thick breath emanating from the sword, hot and majestic.
It was as if a layer of black flame was attached to the sword's edge.
Zhao Huai's figure trembled slightly, and he clearly felt the power of the sword flowing through his meridians.
It can greatly increase the power of his sword.
This is unmatched by the previous flying swords.
Zhao Huai's hand held the sword hilt tighter.
The next moment, he had already raised the sword with one hand, and the sword energy in his body flowed spontaneously, rushing towards the sword body without him having to move it.
Power from head to toe, from body to sword hilt.
Zhao Huaidan put down the sword with such a gentle wave.
"Be careful, this sword is extremely powerful and difficult to control!" Master Ruan Ban quickly reminded.
Before he could finish speaking, a sword energy suddenly shot out, the wind howled, and the sword buzzed like a blue dragon. The disciples present turned pale and subconsciously stepped back.
In front of the house made of fine spiritual stones, a deep hole was left.
Zhao Huai looked quite embarrassed, scratched his head and apologized:
"sorry."
Master Ruan Ban shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, this sword is much stronger than you think. You will know it in the future. What is shown now is only one percent, or even none. The most important thing is that the effectiveness of this sword is , contains the soul of the black dragon, it is a weapon to kill demons, it can swallow the demon body and demon essence, and then grow, I hope you will use it properly."
When Zhao Huai heard this, his eyes lit up.
"I understand, elder."
"This sword should be my most proud work in the past hundred years. I hope I can still hear its name in a hundred thousand years."
Master Ruan Ban stroked his beard and smiled lightly.
Under the blue sky.
Hundreds of thousands of mountains are reflected in the eyes, and the atmosphere of the Immortal Family is as majestic as fog.
The holes in the ancient immortal formation have been filled in, and the layers of sword energy look like a Great Wall, guarding the world.
Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan held hands, walked side by side, with their backs against the mountains, and were finally leaving this paradise.
As if thinking of something, Zhao Huai turned his head, waved gently to Lingshan, and said goodbye silently.
"Husband, are you reluctant to leave Lingshan?"
"No, I'm telling myself, don't be trapped in this hundred thousand mountains."
