Liu Qinghuan didn't know what kind of sword he wanted, basically, except for the life and death sword accident, he didn't use any other swords. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info used the Qingying Sword back then, and it was only a substitute when the sword intent of life and death was damaged.

But even if he only used these two swords, he could clearly feel that the Qingying Sword was far less convenient than the Sword Intent of Life and Death, although it was not impossible to use the eight-character sword technique, but to say that the real heart moved at will was not, I don't know where it was a little bit worse.

Feel?

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he floated slowly among the larger and larger sword piles.

The swords here seemed to be more "arrogant" than those outside, and many of them looked at him "viciously" at his arrival, as if complaining that he had disturbed them.

From time to time, there was a high or low sword sound in the wind, so blurred that it was as if someone was whispering, Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt like a mang on his back, and suddenly turned around!

The sneaky shadows seemed to be frightened by this, and paused visibly, and then a burst of anger erupted from the one who took the lead, and the blood glowed brightly.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel funny, these swords are like thieves who are ready to rob, and they still want to ambush him? Well, one, two, three, four, a total of four swords. One before and three after, like a boss with three little followers.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart. There was a black-red stain on the body of the boss sword, like a coagulated blood clot, and the amazing evil qi and anger erupted violently with the blood light, and slashed over violently!

Liu Qinghuan's figure retreated sharply, his left hand was raised, and the green bracelet on his hand was thrown out, facing it directly with a thick blue light, and he was extremely arrogant and splashed out of the opponent's blood-colored light.

He couldn't feel the intimacy of the other party, only the malice and cold killing intent that could be seen at a glance, so naturally he didn't show mercy when he made a move, and after dispersing the other party's blood light, the green bracelet made a crisp bumping sound, turning one into nine, and instantly surrounded the three small followers-like swords in the middle.

And the blood sword was already dangling through the gap as soon as the cyan ring was spreading, pulling out a long sword shadow and rushing towards him endlessly.

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect that the speed of this sword was so fast, so fast that it seemed that only a thin blood light was left, as if it had arrived in front of him in an instant, and the sword qi like a mang scraped people's faces in pain.

He stepped to the side, seeing a strand of hair on his forehead swept through by the sword qi, fluttering down. When Tsing Yi flipped over, the blood grazed his body and slashed into the air.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, pure spiritual power poured into his right hand, and then in a special way, he quickly rotated and compressed, and a spiral of white light flew out of his index finger, smashing the blood sword that twisted back into the ground, as if he had been pressed down on his head by a finger.

And that's just the beginning. After a finger, several more white lights flew out one after another, and the blood sword that was so invincible that it could barely raise its head.

Liu Qinghuan nodded with satisfaction, as the time of cultivation increased, the power of the Qiankun finger finally began to slowly manifest, and the most important thing was that this fingering method was better than fast and convenient, and it could count the fingers in a very short time.

On his side, he spared no effort to strike the blood sword while flying, and on the other side, he also manipulated the nine green rings to imprison the three encircled swords.

They rushed left and right and tried to escape, but it was all in vain, and after a while, each of them put one or two green rings on their bodies, and then strangled them fiercely!

As if screams were heard, the three guys were finally honest.

Liu Qinghuan ruthlessly packed up the four swords that wanted to rob him, until they finally had no strength to chop and chop again, and then stopped.

The blood sword was the most miserable, not only was there two holes pointed out by Qiankun on its body, but even the blood was so bleak that it was almost gone.

Throwing them into the distance, watching them run away, Liu Qinghuan put away the nine green rings, turned them into a green bracelet and put them on his hand, and raised his hand to look at them.

Even though his divine sense is amazing, he has to take into account the battle between the two sides, and one side still controls a set of nine green rings, which is also a great test for his distraction sense.

However, he also discovered one thing because of this, the magic weapon with high spirituality can actually ignore his mental method to a certain extent, and make up for the shortcomings that may occur when he occasionally can't take care of it.

The magic weapons that came out of the treasure washing pool were really a little different, and they were obviously more spiritual than the ordinary magic weapons, and these swords in this remnant sword domain also looked a little dumbfounded in front of the nine green rings.

Having struck off the raiders, he continued to walk among the piles of swords, and found that most of the peeping glances around him had disappeared, and the sword that had "looked" had become more hidden, and immediately hid when he looked over.

......

Liu Qinghuan was speechless, what is the situation?

After thinking about it, he didn't care, and continued to wander around, until the mountain hidden in the vast sword qi was getting closer and closer, and Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt a palpitation!

This kind of palpitation is like facing an enemy who is several times stronger than him, and the fatal crisis blows up his scalp, or it is like walking on the edge of a cliff and walking in an abyss, and if he misses, he will fall to pieces.

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and looked at the big mountain, and saw the white sword qi like clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.

There, could it be that there is a fairy sword?

He endured the feeling of danger like a pinprick and turned a tall pile of swords again, and he could clearly see all kinds of spirit swords planted in the mountain.

"It's spectacular. He sighed, but felt that he had better not come any closer.

He came in to look for a sword, not to seek death, and he didn't have the strength to go over that mountain now.

At this time, a touch of black came into view, and Liu Qinghuan was stunned, full of shock!

I saw that at the foot of the mountain, there was a male cultivator in black sitting cross-legged!

"Senior Brother Lu?!"

The black-clothed male cultivator, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and Liu Qinghuan only felt that his gaze turned into two sharp swords, stabbing him in an instant.

Liu Qinghuan's cold hair stood on end at this moment, and the sword intent of life and death flew out from the center of his eyebrows in an instant, and he slashed it out without thinking about it!

But just as it came quickly and went quickly, Liu Qinghuan felt that he had been cut into the air in the next moment, and the thorns of maggots attached to the bones suddenly disappeared, and the other party's indifferent eyes softened slightly.

Far away, the male cultivator stood up: "Senior Brother Liu?"

Liu Qinghuan was in a trance, and after the other party escaped in front of him with a swift sword light, he raised his face and said seriously: "Senior Brother Lu, can I try it when I have time?"

Lu Enming's cold expression was stunned, and he saw the battle intent and fanaticism in Liu Qinghuan's eyes clearly, and showed a rare smile: "Why not." ”