Eternal Reverence

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"Big brother, I heard them say that your sword skills are very powerful. Can you teach me how to practice swords? My mother said that I am too young and not suitable for practicing swords."

At Nishimuraguchi, a group of children were playing and saw Li Fuhui returning. A three- or four-year-old girl jumped up and went up.

In the blink of an eye, Li Fuchen came to Jianhe Village for two months and met many villagers.

The little girl is Wei Wei, the youngest daughter of the villager A Niu. She is three and a half years old and her grade is the median god.

Of course, the same is the median god, the median **** of the small thousand gods can hang the median **** of the purple cloud gods.

The median **** of the Ziyun gods has a divine power, but has no practical experience, and is even less likely to create magical skills.

Not all of the median gods are like the younger son of Xisuo, the deputy head of Jianhe Village. At the age of three, they began to practice swords. At the age of seven, they created the next skill. At the age of ten, they created the middle-level magical skills. It is undisputed. The first genius of Jianhe Village.

The last time Li Fuchen was on the banks of the Jianhe River, causing the phantom of the sword, it was spread to Jianhe Village in a few days.

Many of the lower Lingshen villagers and non-villagers in Jianhe Village have challenged Li Fuchen.

The result is naturally self-evident, and these lower spirits, where may be Li Fuchen opponents, even Li Fei dust is not serious qualifications.

During the period, there were several median spirits and Li Fuchen who had studied and the results were the same.

At this point, Li Fuchen took the title of the first lower spirit of Jianhe Village.

"Do you want to practice the sword?" Li Fuchen squeezed the other's face, sucking his right hand, and a dry branch was sucked into his hand. "Look at it."

Li floating dust lifted the dry branches, a horizontal, a wave, a sword gas sprayed out, leaving a sword mark on the ground.

"When can you do this, I will teach you how to practice the sword."

Inspired by the power of the sword, for a median god, not too difficult, even if the other party is only a three-year-old.

But it is not a simple matter to use the dry branches to inspire the spirit of the sword.

After all, the dry branches are too weak relative to the gods.

"Okay, a word is fixed." Wei Wei Zheng focused.

For a long time, in the small courtyard of A Niujia of Jianhe Village, Wei Wei was using the dry branches to stimulate the spirit of the sword, and the determination of the will, so that A Niu was quite surprised.

Wei Wei’s business, Li Fuchen did not do the same thing. Most of his thoughts were on the creation of the Kendo spirit.

On the banks of the Jianhe River, the mist of the sword is turned into a mist, and the smell of the old things is scattered.

"You are the dusty swordsman Li Fu dust?"

The name of Li Fuchen has already been proclaimed. People with good deeds have given Li Fuchen a title according to the name of Li Fuchen.

An ice cold sword, forced to open the fog, on the earth side of Li floating dust, pulled out a deep trace, has been spread hundreds of meters long.

"What is it?" Li Fu's brows were picked up, and the eyes were cold.

"There is a thousand swords and gods."

Thousands of hands hold a crystal-clear crystal sword, indifferent.

"It’s a singularity of the swordsman, and there’s a lot of fun.”

"How can you be so proud? As a true disciple of the Nanshan Sword School, there are few people in the Kendo talent. This dusty sword god, the name of the past few days is even louder than the singularity, and certainly caused the other party's disobedience."

"Being weak and weak, you have to fight before you know, you guess, who is better."

"I guess it is absolutely a must! The other side is a true disciple of the Nanshan Jianpai. It must have cultivated a lot of Nanshan swordsmanship skills."

"I see too, the foundation of a four-star sect is not so simple to surpass."

Relatively speaking, everyone is still more optimistic about the thousands.

"Yes, take the sword."

The thousand swords are very arrogant, the sword of the crystal wave, sprinkle, suddenly, the sword is like rain, the ice is cold.

As a disciple of Nanshan Jianpai, Qian Qian is naturally his emboldened. As the next spiritual god, the rules of kendo have reached the realm of the spiritual god. The power index is as high as 100 million, and he has created his own lower kendo. Spiritual skill ice rain.

It is no exaggeration to say that within the scope of the Nanshan sword faction, Qian Qian has never seen a lower kendo spirit than him.

The power of Jian Yu is very big. The sound of the smashing sound is strong and unmatched. Everyone around them thinks that they will be replaced by them. Even if three or five people join forces, they will not be able to resist the power of a thousand swords. Even tragic death.

"go back."

Li Fu's hand waved and understated, all the sword rain that came in, returned with all the folds.

The weird scene is amazing.

If not everyone saw it, they thought that Jian Yu was issued by Li Fuchen?

"What is this kendo **** skill?" Thousands of frowns, the crystal sword once again waved, a layer of sword curtains against the sword rain.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of Jian Yu.

Although this sword rain was issued by him, but the sword rain that has been returned, the power has changed dramatically.

Puff puff……

The sword curtain was penetrated, and then the body of the thousand is also penetrated.

Thousands of gods index of up to 100 million, exhausted in an instant, leaving only a trace of residual.

This remnant of the silk is still the result of Li Fuchen’s mercy.

Otherwise, a hundred and a thousand are absolutely extinct. At this moment, the power is exhausted and dead.

However, Li Fuchen only slightly leaked a little Yuanjian sword, and there was no such thing as a singularity.

Thousands of stunned deaths, lost souls, standing there, the crystal sword in the hands fell to the ground.

This battle has hit him so much that it is too difficult for him to accept.

He thought that he would fail.

After all, no one can be unbeaten. He is only a true disciple of the four-star sect, not a true disciple of the six-star sect.

Moreover, above the six-star sect, there is also a super sect.

But he didn't think about it, and he lost so badly.

A sword, I couldn't even support a sword. The 100 million godpower index was left with only one trace of this sword.

This can no longer be described as miserable.

This is a unilateral crush, without a trace of suspense.

"It's too strong, and the sword of the arrogant sword can't stop even a sword. I won't see it."

"This is not an order of magnitude. Have you noticed that the dusty swordsman did not even pull out the sword, but only waved his hand."

"It's also the next spirit, how is the gap so big?"

"It’s no wonder that the realm is one inch higher and the strength is high."

Everyone sucked up one by one and looked at Li Fu's eyes as if they were watching monsters.

"It’s too mediocre, and even the stars are far from being as good as stars."

Without paying attention to the eyes of the people and the sorrows of the lost souls, Li Fuchen sat down with his knees and continued to feel the new Kendo spirits.

"The shame of today, I have never remembered it. There will always be one day, I will defeat you personally." After all, it is a true disciple of the four-star sect, and the sword of the crystal that fell on the ground. Don't go back, turn and leave.

Li Fu is not heard.

After a sword defeated the arrogant sword and the gods, the name of Li Fuchen was even bigger. The radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, Li Fuchen's first lower kendo spirit, almost no one knows no one.

"Big brother, I can inspire my spirits."

On this day, at the entrance to the village, Wei Wei looked forward and waited for Li to return.

Finally, Li float came back, and Wei Wei hurried up and excited.

"Yes? Let me see." Li Fuchen was a little surprised.

A three-and-a-half-year-old child can use the dry branches to inspire the spirit of the sword, Li Fuchen is not too surprised, after all, here is the purple cloud gods.

But a little girl in Shencun can do this, and Li Fuchen is more surprised. This shows that the other party really loves Kendo and has the kendo will that ordinary people don't have.

"Big brother, look."

Wei Wei lifted the dry branches that had been held in her hands, one horizontal and one wave.

laugh!

A sword is motivated and looks like a model.

"Well, yes, starting today, I will go to your home to teach you how to practice swords, but I don't have much time. I can only teach you a few days a month."

Li Fuchen said to Wei Wei.

For Li Fuchen to teach his little daughter to practice swords, A Niu naturally raised his hands in favor.

He is a cow, just an ordinary superior **** in Jianhe Village. Without accident, it is impossible to become the next true God in this life.

Therefore, he does not want his children to be like the self. He is only a **** in his life. He can only be an ordinary villager in Jianhe Village.

Now his little daughter, Wei Wei, has come.

Who is Li Fuchen? The other party is the first lower kendo spirit in Jianhe Village. It is said that it has now risen to the first lower kendo spirit in hundreds of thousands of miles.

There are people who teach and become true God, just around the corner.

A small yard of a cow home.

"Remember, the kendo is the most unreliable foundation. In the following days, I will teach you the basic swordsmanship. I will practice 10,000 times for each stroke. I will come over and check the progress at any time." I taught Wei Wei a basic sword method. After that, Li Fuchen left.

"Basic swordsmanship, practice 10,000 times?" On the side, A Niu, who is doing housework, is somewhat puzzled. The basic sword method is the lower-level sword-level sword method. The basic sword method is better, what is the use, like this foundation. Sword method, he is too lazy to look at it. There are several medium-level sword-level swords in his family. The upper-level sword-level sword method is more than a sub-product stone. It is not impossible to buy it. Unfortunately, the sword method is always a sword-like method. It is recognized by the rules of the gods, and the martial art is recognized by the rules of the gods. That is the real good thing.

"Maybe he just tests Vivi!"

A Niu is not qualified to judge Li Fuchen.

He is just an ordinary superior **** who creates a lower skill. There is no qualification to judge a lower spirit, and he is even less willing to judge.

"The power of the kendo **** is stronger, and it is also derived from the sword method. Without the support of the sword, the martial art is the rootless duckweed."

On the village road of Jianhe Village, Li Fuchen is clearer than anyone else. The martial art seems to have only one trick. In fact, it is divided into several swords.

The essence of countless swordsmanships has come together to form the kendo gods.

Time is like the flow of the Jianhe River, unconsciously, Li Fuchen has been in Jianhe Village for more than three months.

This day.

Riverside.

Hey!

The body of Li Fuchen suddenly spreads out and turns into countless swords, and then instantly gathers together.

"For more than two months, I finally created the third high-level martial art."

In the eyes of Li Fu, the fine light converges.

This martial art is a spiritual skill.

The gods and gods are very rare, and they are almost second only to the field skills in creating difficulty and function.

"Just let the sword last forever!"

Li Fuchen gave this **** the spirit of the gods, named Jianqi forever.

With a long sword, even if the enemy is ten times more powerful than him, it is impossible to annihilate all his kendo power.

Because at this time his **** body can be gathered and disillusioned, the enemy seems to be a fatal blow. Once his **** body is spread into countless swords, it may only annihilate some of the swordsmanship, and it will not hurt his fundamentals. .

And he can do it at any time, plundering the essence of all things in the world, and turning it into a sword to supplement itself.