Xiandao Tianfei

Chapter 38 Qingxiao Sword Immortal
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"call."

Scene transition.

"Human race, retreat quickly!"

A bloody dragon head appeared in the boundless sea. The dragon beast raised its head, with fear in its eyes, "I don't want to be your enemy!"

"You evil dragon, you have been causing trouble for thousands of years, how can you be allowed to escape?" The child had now grown into a young man, with white clothes and black hair, and eyes as cold as a sword.

"die!"

His eyes turned cold, and he pulled out the divine sword from behind with one hand, and a bloody light penetrated the heaven and earth and slashed down angrily.

"Roar--"

The dragon beast let out an unwilling roar, struggled, and tried its best to resist.But in the end it couldn't escape the terrifying sword light and was killed directly.

"What a fast sword, what a pure sword!" Luo Sheng couldn't take his eyes off, completely attracted.

……

Scenes flashed.

In countless scenes, she watched the owner of the broken sword, the "Qingxiao Sword Immortal", practice all the way, gradually climbing from an ordinary person, and finally cultivated into the Daluo Golden Immortal!

In the ancient world, there were very few practitioners of Qi Lian lineage, and sword immortals were even rarer.

In history, Qingxiao Sword Immortal was the first sword cultivator to become a Golden Immortal!

"With one sword, move forward indomitably."

Watching the scenes, it was like experiencing the life of the Qingxiao Sword Immortal.

Starting from the beginning of swordsmanship, he went through all the ups and downs, and reached great success step by step... Gradually, many insights came to Luo Sheng's heart.

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Finally, a terrible catastrophe struck.

"Qingxiao, don't come."

"Brother Qingxiao, you have done enough."

"Fellow Daoist Qingxiao, don't enter the final battlefield. You are an immortal cultivator who practices Qi Flow and your body is fragile, so don't come!"

Everyone is talking.

Immortal cultivators who practice qi are in the same vein as witches who practice body, and they take two completely different routes.As a sword cultivator, although Sword Immortal Qingxiao is very powerful in battle, what about his ability to save his life?But it is far inferior to the body training lineage.

"Okay." Qingxiao Sword Immortal in white smiled and nodded.

"Senior." Luo Sheng felt nervous.

After watching countless scenes, she also understood the temperament of this senior.He was a proud and bloody man who hated evil so much. How could he run away from the battlefield?
Sure enough, Qingxiao Sword Immortal entered the battlefield alone.

"kill!"

"With a sword in hand, ten thousand methods retreat!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill it and turn the world upside down. Kill it and create a peaceful world! Hahaha..."

Relying on the power of the sword, he killed several powerful enemies and finally died a heroic death.The last sword in his life... was extremely mysterious and brilliant, lighting up the entire night sky.

...Gradually, countless scenes disappeared, and Luo Sheng also regained consciousness.

"It's a really cool life."

In the final battle, Qingxiao Sword Immortal's sword intent was perfect.Especially his last laugh, which was extremely free and unrestrained, shocked Luo Sheng's Taoist heart again and again.

"Go ahead."

"Straight to the heart."

"Is this the real swordsman?" she said silently, "Compared with this senior Qingxiao, the swordsmanship that I am proud of is nothing at all."

"The catastrophe has begun, and no living thing in the world can escape. If we are defeated, those who come after us should continue!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill all those lackeys! My lineage of practitioners will never end!"

"Hahaha... How happy is it that I, Qingxiao, can die as a martyr in such an unprecedented battle!"

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Those messages full of murderous intent were so shocking that they even shook Luo Sheng's soul and made her blood boil.

After a long time.

In the bamboo house, a sad voice still echoed for a long time, "If you are destined, please promote my swordsmanship..."

Gradually, the sound dissipated completely.The scabbard and broken sword no longer buzzed, and the light was extinguished, just like ordinary mortal objects.

"Rest in peace, Senior Qingxiao."

"Your sacrifices were not in vain. The catastrophe has passed." Luo Sheng stared at the broken sword and sighed softly, "As for swordsmanship, there are many talents now. I believe it is much better than in ancient times."

She was a little melancholy.

On the one hand, this senior sword fairy is worthy of admiration; on the other hand, the other party has fully demonstrated the process of his life's sword comprehension, and treats her with half a teacher's grace.

Supernatural power?fencing?Enlightenment of swordsmanship?After all, Luo Sheng had an extraordinary background in her previous life, and she did not lack these.

What is truly precious is the "heart of the sword"!
The swordsman points straight to his heart.To achieve greatness in the art of swordsmanship and defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, you must understand your own sword heart.Throughout Qingxiao Sword Immortal's lifetime of sword mastery, Luo Sheng had many feelings, and he vaguely found the way to understand his true heart.

"That catastrophe was really terrible."

Luo Sheng recalled the scene in Qingxiao Sword Immortal's memory, "The strong men of the Body Refining Stream are very strong in saving their lives, but they died one after another in battle? Are the mighty Luo Jinxian just pawns?"

Very shocking.

In her previous life, her cultivation years were too short and she was not clear about many secrets.I never imagined that there was such a dark history in ancient times.

"Compared to the catastrophe in ancient times, the battle between immortals and demons today is nothing more than a small fight." Luo Sheng couldn't help being grateful and rejoicing, "Fortunately, the seniors stepped forward, so that catastrophe has already passed."

"All right."

Luo Sheng took a deep breath, his eyes burning, "It's time to refine the natal flying sword!"

Flying Sword of Fate!

This is a dream, a dream that makes countless sword immortals crazy about it!
"The method is rare, and the refining of materials is even more difficult to find in the three realms." Luo Sheng grabbed the broken sword. The power contained in it had been exhausted. "I must seize this great opportunity!"

Luo Sheng took out a small celadon vat, cut open the back of his hand, and let a stream of red agate-like blood droplets drip into the vat.After draining half a tank of blood, she swallowed a magic pill, regained her breath, and her pale face looked slightly better.

"rise!"

Spiritual power swept out, using blood as ink, Luo Sheng carved runes on the sword bit by bit.She stared at the broken sword closely, holding her breath and not even daring to blink.

The runes are extremely complicated, but the outline must be done in one go.Once you make a mistake, all your previous efforts will be wasted!

Time passed little by little.

Gradually, complex runes covered most of the sword's body.The blood was shining, and it looked particularly coquettish and beautiful.Luo Sheng's forehead was already covered with sweat, and he gritted his teeth and sketched it out one by one with difficulty.

Within the Three Realms, most magic weapons are refined by weapon refiners, with the exception of the Life Treasure.The so-called natal magic weapon is connected with the owner's heart, blood, life and soul. How can one obtain such a treasure without going through unforgettable training?
Fight!

"Couple!" Luo Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood and carved the last rune.

"Ding--"

A clear and sweet sword sound sounded, not like gold and iron, but like jade clashing against each other.

A strange scene happened. The runes flowed and melted the broken sword bit by bit.The red light flashed, and the peacock's copper marrow flashed and extinguished, and finally condensed into a ball the size of a thumb.

"My heart is only a sword, and all forms are united..." Luo Sheng closed his eyes and recited the magic formula in a low voice.

The little ball was still flying all over the sky, like a child who was ignorant of the world.But as the magic formula was recited, it seemed to understand, and gradually became quiet, and stopped in Luo Sheng's palm.

(End of this chapter)