Although the Flying Dragon Sword is not one of the ten swords in the Cangjian Palace, it is not far from each other. What it lacks may be a powerful swordsman who has made his name spread all over the world, or it may be just a lack of a space among the ten swords to fill it.

If you talk about grade, the Flying Dragon Sword must be a magic weapon.

There is no difference between the top grades of magic weapons, because each magic weapon is unique and has its own different spirituality and power. If the resources consumed alone, the Shura Field will of course cost more than the Flying Dragon Sword, but if used for direct combat, the Flying Dragon Sword will have greater destructive power.

The reason why Li Qingshan never opened the Sumeru ring to refine the flying dragon sword was that he did not want the tree to attract the wind to attract the Tibetan Sword Palace, but now even the Dragon King of the Mohai Sea has formed a mortal hatred, so one more Tibetan Sword Palace is nothing!

Although the Devil Rebellion Sword has unique supernatural powers and can continue to become stronger, one day, it may become extremely strong, but now it cannot be compared with this magic weapon-level sword that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"A Yue, what are we doing here?"

The incomprehensible way of the fragrance flowers and green, as the clouds descended, the Yunmeng Ze unfolded endlessly, becoming more and more vast and vast. Even the intriguing fragrance flowers and purple, who had a lot of wits, for a moment, forgot what was outside of them, and waves reflected in their eyes, and a little green color continued to expand.

"Travel!" Li Qingshan smiled slightly.

Yunmengze is covered with a layer of smoke that never dissipates all year round, with a steaming breath, a hot wind rolling, and a thick moisture.

The islands in the lake are particularly lush with thick green, and the thick green is piled up, almost overflowing from the edge of the island. Like large flower pots, a group of white water birds fly up from the island, chirping and passing through the lake, and then throwing into another island.

At this sunset dusk, it is as beautiful as a landscape painting. It is hard to see any natural scenic spot in the past life.

It is naturally a joke to say that traveling is a joke, but it is not a mistake. Isn’t this life just a journey?

The clouds dissipated at the foot and stood in the center of the island. The surroundings were full of towering trees, standing in a vast array of trees, covering the sky and the sun. It was still dusk outside, but it was already late at night here.

Li Qingshan took a photo of a big tree beside him that only ten people could embrace. The trees here were obviously much taller than those in Xianghua Market. It seems that because of the climate, the taller the trees the south. It is said that in the extreme south, ancient trees as high as hundreds of feet can be seen everywhere, hundreds of feet or thousands of feet. It is known as "one tree and one mountain", which means that every tree is a mountain.

The tallest one is naturally the King of Banyan Trees.

But the island is not peaceful either.

"roar!"

A strange roar came from the dense forest, and in an instant, millions of birds flew up in shock and circled around the island.

The fragrance and the fragrance and purple flowers are both trembling. The island obviously has a master, and it is not an ordinary monster.

"Are you warning me?" Li Qingshan smiled, flashed to the place where the roar came, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, King Kong!"

A silver-backed gorilla glared at the tiny figure on the branch, clenched his fist and punched his chest, roaring and roaring!

The fishy wind blew in his mouth with saliva, and Li Qingshan sniffed, "You don't mind if you borrow your place to stay for a while!"

The demonic heart flashed, and the demonic energy surged.

King Kong shrank and turned around and fled to the other side of the island.

"Thank you!"

Li Qingshan smiled and waved his hand, returned to the side of Xianghua Zi sisters, and said, "I'm going to start practicing, you guys go out and play! Don't forget to make up a reason, how did we escape from Zilian Altar after hardships, and what kind of hardships we experienced along the way, and finally arrived at the headquarters for help. Xianghua Zi, this matter will be left to you!"

After explaining the matter properly, Li Qingshan found a secluded cave and jumped into the Shura field.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, the strong wind danced with red hair, and the demonic energy rolled out and poured into the ring of Sumeru.

After a moment, the Xumerian ring opened, showing a vast space. Li Qingshan didn't have time to see what was inside.

A golden light roared out, and the dragon roared into the sky.

Li Qingshan stood with his hands, looked up and was not in a hurry to chase.

The flying dragon sword flew to Yuntian, suddenly hit a layer of invisible barrier, and was bounced back.

That is the boundary of the Shura Field. Under Li Qingshan's control, it cannot be broken by a masterless magic weapon!

The dragon roar became louder and louder, and the flying dragon sword turned into a golden dragon, with all its scales and claws, majestic.

The golden light swam rapidly, dragging out a golden arc, rushing around in the Shura field, constantly bounced back, and never getting out of the door.

Looking back suddenly, Long Jing stared at Li Qingshan on the top of the mountain below, as if he realized that he was the problem.

"The magic sword has a spirit, it's true!"

Li Qingshan let out a long roar and jumped. The snow peak under his feet shattered. The man was already above the sky and punched the flying dragon sword.

A famous sword is like a fierce horse, and it requires a strong man to tame it!

The flying dragon sword suddenly turned into a golden light and shot towards Li Qingshan.

boom!

The golden dragon flew backwards. Although it was spiritual, it was just a sword without the control of the swordsman. How could it compete with Li Qingshan's bull demon?

"I was worried that I would break it, so I didn't dare to use the Bull Demon to shake it. I didn't expect that even the transformed golden dragon could not be defeated. It was indeed a good sword!"

Li Qingshan laughed and praised, flew up, and must refine the flying dragon sword!

The Flying Dragon Sword is also extremely strong. Even though he knew he was defeated, he still rushed over again, but there was a little more tragic in the dragon's roar, and the golden light emitted was even more dazzling.

In the Tibetan Sword Palace, generations of disciples look for their own sword to find their own sword. It seems to be a sword to choose a sword, but in fact it is a sword to choose a successor who is consistent with his own ideas, so that he can pull it out.

Li Qingshan wanted to make it unable to choose and forced it to become its master.

It may not have the concept of dignity, but the will of the masters of all generations who have remained in the sword have only four words to bend!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After three consecutive collisions, Li Qingshan did not retreat and blasted out the Flying Dragon Sword three times in a row.

The golden light dimmed, and the transformed golden dragons became much thinner, and there was still no sign of surrender.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly. If this continues, even if he can refine the Flying Dragon Sword, it will also sharpen its spirituality and reduce its level. It is worthy of being a famous sword passed down from generation to generation by the Tibetan Sword Palace. It is indeed not easy for outsiders to get involved.

The flying dragon thrust out his teeth and claws again. Li Qingshan flashed, reached out and grabbed the dragon's horn, and turned over and stepped on the dragon's head.

"Demonize!"

Li Qingshan suddenly turned into a magical handsome posture, with waves surging on the arc-shaped armor, showing his inner passion.

"Demon-suppressing Chain!"

Dozens of black chains stretched out from the void, locking the golden dragon firmly, and suddenly tightened!

The golden dragon screamed and turned back into a three-foot green breeze.

Li Qingshan grabbed the hilt of the dragon-shaped sword. He still felt the sword tremble slightly in his hand. He refused to surrender. He couldn't help but smile:

"It's easy to fold, and water drops through the stone, so let's compare your patience!"

Li Qingshan left the Shura Field. Now the Flying Dragon Sword is completely suppressed and blocked by his power, just like the effect of putting it in the Sumeru ring, so there is no need to worry about the tracking of the Cangjian Palace.

In the dark and quiet cave, drops of water drip from the tip of the stalactite, falling into the shallow water below.

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed and motionless, and the flying dragon sword wrapped in layers of chains was crossed on his knees.

In the vast and endless sea of ​​consciousness, he constantly visualized the bull, demons, tigers, and demons in his heart were surging, as solid as rocks, and wanted to kill and fight.

At this time, statues of demon-suppressing demons appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. The nameless demons turned from humans to demons, but they were never willing to surrender to demonic nature and kept fighting with them.

Without the great enlightenment of "putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot", he fought with himself endlessly with a tenacious will. This spirit is vaguely connected with the bull demon and the tiger demon.

The demon heart does not regret it. We do not want to achieve great enlightenment. We only want to hold the sharp blade tightly and stare at the dripping blood.

The demon heart emits rounds of light, which penetrates three feet outside the body, condenses but does not dissipate. Sometimes it turns into a tiger demon fighting against the sky and the earth, sometimes it turns into a bull demon standing tall, and finally turns into a demon-like figure, constantly changing the various postures of a demon-suppressing statue.

The stronger the demonic nature, the brighter the demonic heart, the greater the power of the "Demon Suppression Catalogue"!

Before he knew it, Li Qingshan's way of practicing was very different from that of the creator of this martial art.

Normally, having such a demonic existence as Bull Demon and Tiger Demon is simply disdainful of the "Demon Suppression Catalogue", it will only reach the peak of the demonic path, or be destroyed by the demonic nature, or become a giant owl of the demonic path. Only the wisdom and tolerance of the spiritual turtle and the noble virtue of the phoenix can neutralize and suppress such a strong demonic nature, and create a trace of possibility in the impossible!

The rolling demonic energy lingers along the chain of demon-suppressing demons and lingers on the flying dragon sword.

Since you can't force it, then change the way and use your own will to infect it!

Just like when facing a young man in a rebellious period, if he blindly uses tough measures, he will only face more intense resistance. It is better to slowly approach him and let him accept the new truth.

Fu Qingjin took the sword heart as his own heart, and finally lost himself, and only found himself after the sword was broken.

Li Qingshan wants to make his heart a sword. If he succeeds, the spirituality of the Flying Dragon Sword will not only be lost, but will be enhanced by receiving the powerful idea of ​​Li Qingshan, the new master.

But it’s a lot of times more difficult. Can he really defeat the sword heart created by the Flying Dragon Sword Master in all dynasties?

Li Qingshan himself was not sure. If he had no choice, he could only erase the spirituality of the Flying Dragon Sword.

A few days later, he smiled and opened his eyes. He saw a trace of demonic energy that had penetrated into the flying dragon sword, leaving a little demon mark.

As the saying goes, "It is easy to learn bad things and it is difficult to learn good things." It is difficult to make rebellious young people become three good students with comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. It is simple to become a gangster. In the way of practicing, it is "It is easy to get into the devil and get into the Tao!"

"Swords are weapons, killing objects. Instead of destroying them for unnecessary persistence, it is better to kill them with me and realize your original intention!"

Li Qingshan laughed softly, the flying dragon sword trembled continuously, but the will to resist was a little weaker.

The Thousand Mile Dike was destroyed by the ant hole. Once a loophole occurs, the rest will be natural. The ink mark continues to expand, and the flying dragon sword will be dyed in just three days. The color becomes a little darker, but the sharper is becoming more and more sharp.

Only the dragon eyes at the hilt of the sword are still shining with golden light.

Another day later, the dragon's eyes suddenly turned into the same color as the demon's heart, making a dragon's roar, from low to high, deafening, echoing throughout the cave.
Chapter completed!