Vol 10 Chapter 31: Dragon

Feilongjian, although it is not one of the ten swords of the Tibetan sword palace, but it is not far from it. What is lacking may be just a powerful swordsman, let its name pass to the world, or just ten vacancies in the sword. Let it fill.
If you talk about the order, the dragon sword must be a magic weapon.
The magic weapon méiyǒu groceries are divided into top grades, because each magic weapon is unique and has its own different spirituality and power. If the resources are spent on the single, the Shura field is of course more expensive than the Feilong sword. However, if it is used for direct combat, the dragon sword will be more destructive."
The reason why Li Qingshan has never opened the ring of the dragon to refine the dragon sword is that he does not want to provoke the wind to provoke the Tibetan sword palace, but now he even has a deadly hatred of the ink king, and more than one sword palace is not shíme!
Although there are other abilities, and nénggòu is constantly getting stronger, it may become very strong in the future, but now it is impossible to compare with the magic-class sword that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"A month, are we here to do shíme?"
The fragrant green flower is incomprehensible, and as the cloud group descends, Yunmengze’s boundless spread spreads out, and it becomes more and more vast and vast, and even the fragrant flower purple, which has a heavy heart, forgets the things outside. The reflection of the waves in the eyelids, yīǎn green is constantly expanding.
"Travel!" Li Qingshan smiled.
Yunmeng Ze is covered with a layer of smoke that is not scattered all the year round. The breath is steaming, the hot air is rolling, and it contains thick moisture.
The islands in the lake, the grass is extraordinarily lush, and the thick lǜsè pile up, almost overflowing the edge of the island. Like a large flower pot, a group of white waterfowl flew from the island, screaming through the lake and into another island.
At this sunset, the beautiful fǎngfó a landscape. Any natural scenery in the past life is hard to see.
It is natural to say that tourism is a joke, but it is not wrong. Isn’t it a journey around this life?
The clouds are scattered at the foot and stand in the center of the island. Surrounded by giant trees. Sensually set aside, covering the sky. It’s still dusk outside, it’s late at night.
Li Qingshan took a picture of a tree that ten people could hold together. The tree here is obviously much taller than the city of Xianghua. It seems to be because of the climate. The more the trees are to the south, the taller they are. It is said that in the far south, the ancient trees of up to Baizhang can be seen everywhere, and there are also hundreds of feet on the thousands. Known as "one tree and one mountain", it means that every tree is a mountain.
One of the tallest ones is naturally.
But the island is also not peaceful.
"Roar!"
There was a strange quirk between the jungle. In an instant, thousands of birds flew up and hovered around the island.
The fragrant green and the fragrant flowers are all trembled. The island obviously has a master, and it is not an ordinary monster.
"Is it warning me?" Li Qingshan smiled and screamed and shouted: "Hey, King Kong!"
A silver-backed gorilla, glaring at the small figure on the branch, clenched his fists in the chest and roared!
The hurricane came with a mouthful of water, and Li Qingshan sniffed his nose. "Let your dìfāng live for a while, you don't mind!"
The magic is flashing and the magic is awkward.
King Kong was shrunk and turned to flee to the other side of the island.
"Thanks!"
Li Qingshan smiled and waved his hand and returned to the side of the fragrant purple sister. He said, "I want to start practicing. You ran and played! Don't forget to make a good reason. How can we escape from the lotus pond after hardship? After all the hardships and hardships that have been experienced along the way, I finally rushed to the altar for help, and the fragrance was purple, and this matter was handed over to you!"
When the matter was properly accounted for, Li Qingshan found a secluded cave and plunged into the Shura field.
In the foothills of the snow-capped mountains, the wind flutters and the red hair rises, and the magic gas rolls out, pouring into the ring.
After a while, it must be said that the ring opened up and showed a vast space. Li Qingshan had no time to see shíme things inside.
A golden light whizzed out, and the dragons burst into the sky.
Li Qingshan stood up and looked up, not eager to catch up.
The dragon sword flew to the sky and suddenly slammed into an invisible barrier and was bounced back.
That is the boundary of the Shura field. Under the control of Li Qingshan, it is not a magic weapon that can be broken!
The dragon humming sound became more and more bright, and the dragon sword became a golden dragon with all the scales and claws.
Jinguang swiftly swam, dragging a golden arc, ramming in the Shura field, constantly being bounced back, and always could not come out.
Looking back, Longjing stared at Li Qingshan above the foothills, and seemed to realize that he was the problem.
"The sword is alive, it really is not fake!"
Li Qingshan shouted and leaped, and the snow peaks broke down. People were already on the sky and facing the dragon sword.
A sword like a martial horse needs a strong person to tame!
The dragon sword suddenly turned into a golden light and rushed to Li Qingshan.
boom!
Jinlong flew out, although there is spirituality, but losing the swordsman's control, it is only a sword, and how to compete with Li Qingshan's cow magic.
"I was still worried about breaking it. I didn't dare to use the cow to tremble. I didn't expect that even the illusion of the Golden Dragon could not be defeated. It really is a good sword!"
Li Qingshan smiled and screamed, flying to the top, must be able to refine the dragon sword!
The Flying Dragon Sword is also the ultimate in martyrdom. Knowing that it is not strong, it is still rushing again. It’s just that the dragon’s voice is a bit more tragic and strong, and the golden light is even more dazzling.
In the Tibetan Sword Palace, generations of disciples went to the Tibetan swords to find zìjǐ's hit sword. It seems to be a sword of choice. In fact, it is a sword selection person, and the successor who matches the idea of ​​zìjǐ will be allowed to pull out.
Li Qingshan wants to make it incompetent and forcibly become its master.
It may be the concept of méiyǒu dignity, but the will of the dynasty masters remaining in the sword, but only four words are not bent!
boom! boom! boom!
After three consecutive collisions, Li Qingshan did not retreat one step at a time, and the dragon sword was blasted three times in succession.
The golden light faded down, and the golden dragons that had been morphed became thinner, and still méiyǒu succumbed.
Li Qingshan frowned slightly. In this way, even if nénggòu refining the dragon sword, it will also sharpen its spirituality and let its grades fall. It is worthy of being a famous sword passed down from generation to generation. It is really not easy for outsiders to get involved.
The dragon once again screamed and clawed, and Li Qingshan slid in shape. He grasped the dragon's horn and rolled over to the faucet.
"!"
Li Qingshan suddenly became a gesture, and there were choppy waves on the curved face. Showing his inner passion.
"!"
Dozens of black chains. Stretch out from the void, firmly lock the Golden Dragon, and suddenly tighten!
Jinlong screamed and turned back to Sanshi Qingfeng.
Li Qingshan grabbed the dragon-shaped hilt. Still feel the sword tremble slightly in the hand. Not willing to surrender. Can't help but smile:
"It's just easy to fold, the stone is worn, then it's more than patience!"
Li Qingshan left the Shura field. Now the dragon sword is completely suppressed by his power, and the effect is yīyàng in the ring of the whisker. You don't have to worry about the tracking of the sword palace.
A dark, silent cave, a drop of water dripping from the tip of the stalactites and falling into the shallow water below.
Li Qingshan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and he was motionless. The dragon sword wrapped in layers was chained across the lap.
In the vast and endless sea of ​​knowledge, he constantly thinks about the devil, the devil in the chest, the rock in the chest, and the desire to kill.
This shíhòu, a statue of the statue of the revered town, emerged in the sea of ​​knowledge, the nameless from the devil, but always refused to surrender to the devil, and constantly fight with it.
Méiyǒu "Let's put down the knife to become a Buddha", with a stubborn will, and never stop fighting with itself, this jīngshén faintly communicates with the demon and the tiger.
The devil does not regret, and my generation is not willing to make a great realization. I only want to hold the sharp blade and stare at the dripping blood.
The magic heart glows with a round of light, revealing the three feet of the body, condensing and not dispersing, and sometimes turning the tigers and devils of the battlefield, and sometimes turning into the top of the cows, finally transforming into the shape of a demon, constantly changing the various statues of the town. attitude.
The stronger the magic, the brighter the magic, the greater the power of ""!
Unconsciously, the way Li Qingshan practiced yǐjīng was very different from that of not roaring, and even different from the idea of ​​the creator of this practice.
Normally, the existence of the magical nature of the devil, the tiger and the devil, does not bother with the "Devil of the Town", only to the peak of the magic, or to be destroyed by magic, or to become a magical giant. Only the wise and tolerant of the tortoise, the high and clean Suntech of the phoenix, can neutralize and suppress such a strong demon, and produce a kěnéng in no kěnéng!
Rolling the magic spirit along the town magic chain, lingering on the dragon sword.
Since you can't come hard, change your way and use the will of zìjǐ to infect it!
Just as a teenager in the face of rebellion, if you use hard-line means, you will only be resisted by more jīè. It is better to let it accept the new truth.
Fu Qingyi thought that he had lost his self, and he only found it after the sword was broken.
Li Qingshan wants to make his heart become a sword heart. If it succeeds, the spirit of the dragon sword will not only be lost, but will be enhanced by receiving the powerful idea of ​​Li Qingshan, the new owner.
It’s just that the difficulty is not many times bigger. Can he really defeat the sword heart that the dragon sword master has shaped?
Li Qingshan zìjǐ is not sure, there is no way to erase the spirituality of the dragon sword.
A few days later, he smiled and opened his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ I saw a little magical sword that had penetrated into the dragon sword, leaving yīǎn magic marks.
The so-called "study bad róngyì learning is difficult", it is difficult for the rebellious teenager to become a three-good student with all-round development of morality, intelligence, and art. It is simpler to become a hooligan, but the saying in the practice is that "the enemies are difficult to enter!"
"Sword is a murderer, killing things, and destroying it for unnecessary insistence, it is better to kill me with a happy, realize the original heart of zìjǐ!"
Li Qingshan whispered aloud, the dragon sword trembled, and the will to resist was weak.
The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by the ant hole. Once the loophole was created, the rest of the matter would be logical. The yīǎn ink marks continued to expand. The three-day shíān dyed the dragon sword, the color became a bit deep and dark, and the edge became more and more Exquisite.
Only the dragon's eye at the hilt is still golden.
After another day, the dragon's eyes suddenly became the color of the yīyàng with the devil, and the sound of the dragon's voice, from low to high, deafening, echoed throughout the cave.
"It's done!" To be continued...)