It is cooler in the mountains at night, and the breeze is strong in autumn.

The autumnal equinox has passed and the cold dew is coming.

Li Xianyuan stands on a rock and looks out at the mountains.

Autumn enters the clouds, the continuous green mountains are a little mottled, and the autumn atmosphere becomes stronger, like a time of parting, which makes people sad.

The clouds and mist are shrouded in the rainbow light, and the cranes are crying and dispersing a little sadness.

The Taoist robe moved with the wind and stood for a long time until it felt cool. Li Xianyuan turned back and walked into a pavilion.

The scenery here is beautiful, like a painting of ink and water. Sitting in the pavilion, you can see the mountains, rivers and rivers. Even practicing here is a kind of comfort.

The mansion is not far from the mountain. Looking back here, you can see continuous houses and the mansion walls, and occasionally see maids walking through.

No matter how far away is there are other elder villas. However, they have little to do with Li Xianyuan. He only knows this entire Chunyang Peak with just two hands.

This place was found by Ning Jiya for him. According to the master, he stayed in the Lingcao Garden all day and his spiritual energy was stolen.

This is just a joke, but in fact it is just a place to find a place for Li Xianyuan to be more conducive to his practice. The pavilion is remote and lonely, with few people disturbing him, and the scenery is beautiful. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is even more invincible than that of Lingcao Garden, but it is a treasure land.

I just tossed the maid and walked a mountain road three times a day to deliver meals to Li Xianyuan.

Straw mats are laid in the pavilion, and several cushions are surrounded by low tables. A stove is growing. The cool breeze outside the pavilion is blew, and the warmth is added to the inside of the pavilion.

Li Xianyuan sat cross-legged in the cushion, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was absorbed into the dantian, and quietly lay down, and a little bit of it grew the cyclone of the dantian.

Soon, Li Xianyuan opened his eyes and took out the long sword on his back and crossed it to his legs.

The spiritual sword is blue and three feet long. It feels cold when touched, but it feels like flesh and blood is connected.

Use spiritual power to enter the Jueyin pericardium meridian and exit from the Zhongchong point.

The water spirit mist scattered out of the fingertips. The spiritual power left the body and should have dispersed into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But I don’t know what to do, and it gathered in front of my body without dispersing.

There is nothing more important in this world than immortality.

But if it is for the sake of immortality, it would rather be like a stone, ruthless and unconscious.

Why live forever?

Li Xianyuan's black eyes shook, his spiritual consciousness condensed, and turned into an invisible hammer, hitting the ball of spiritual power hard.

Silent, only spiritual power is like being beaten, breaking a corner and turning into spiritual energy in the world. How much remains is solid.

The spiritual power of the Zhongchong acupoint came out, and everything was filled with the mist. As the small hammer of spiritual consciousness fell, the mist was deformed and became more solid.

I have had previous experience and are familiar with the road. After a stick of incense, it has turned into a fire stick, and it looks like a sword.

The incense is much higher than a month ago, so until now, the spiritual consciousness has not felt tired.

Every time the small hammer of spiritual consciousness is hit, the fire stick will be shaped a little bit. The hilt of the sword is formed, the fitness is formed, and it is blunt and without blades.

One fifth of the spiritual power in the body dissipated, indicating that Li Xianyuan's cultivation has been reduced to the fourth level of Qi refining.

The blunt blade became sharp, and the Shuiying Spiritual Sword was suspended in front of him, just like the first spiritual sword that was crossed on his legs.

At the third o'clock in the sun, the sun was on the west side. As the last hammer fell, the small hammer of spiritual consciousness changed. The tempered spiritual sword was also hung in front of you.

Much easier than the first time.

What was unexpectedly happy was that my cultivation level was still at the fourth level of Qi refining and it did not fall down again.

I guessed in my heart that it might be because there were fewer mistakes, so I didn’t consume much spiritual power.

I wanted to practice the third sword while the iron was hot, but after thinking about it, although the spiritual power was not as expensive as expected, half of the spiritual consciousness was consumed, so I needed time to rest. And I was very tired after focusing for nearly two hours.

Besides, the two spiritual swords are not yet skilled, so why should you run before you leave?

Li Xianyuan reached out and grabbed the spiritual sword and stroked the sword tip carefully. The cold feeling made the sweat hair stand up a little.

"Hmm?" Li Xianyuan suddenly exclaimed lightly, frowned and looked at the second spiritual sword.

The three-foot spiritual sword is blue, but it seems to be less than the previous one.

After thinking for a moment, Li Xianyuan grabbed the cold teapot on the table, raised her head and poured it into her mouth, and squirted at the spiritual sword.

puff--

In the hazy mist, colorful clouds suddenly appear.

With a slight wave, the tea was completely shook away. The exhibition of the Spirit Sword is as good as before, but it is filled with spiritual energy.

The strange feeling finally dissipated.

Li Xianyuan picked up two spiritual swords and slowly sealed them together.

The unexpected collision did not happen, like a blend of water and milk, the two swords merged into one.

This is the second level of the magical power of the Sword Transformation Skill, the Sword Combination.

Although it does not increase its power much, it can become more difficult to damage and is even more threatening. Imagine that the spirit sword stabbed at the enemy, was blocked, and suddenly it was split into another sword, unexpectedly.

But in this way—

Li Xianyuan pondered. This technique is so strange that it is ranked as ninth grade.

Could there be other hidden dangers?

Li Xianyuan inferred that it is either the second or third rotation afterwards, or the more spiritual swords, the higher the spiritual consciousness required. Or there are too many flying swords, which are difficult to control.

With a slap in the sword body, the spirit sword was divided into two and turned into two spirit swords. Li Xianyuan was placed in front of him, his spiritual consciousness was entangled, and the spirit-controlling sword slowly floated up.

There is nothing wrong with it. The consumption of spiritual consciousness has only doubled and is still within the acceptance range. With the recovery of his spiritual consciousness, it is enough to continue to fight for half an hour.

Controlling the two flying rainbow pavilions, circling outside. The spirit swords are one in front and one behind, surrounding the pavilion, breaking through the air and making a sound. Although they are a bit green, they have already shown their sharpness.

Soon, Li Xianyuan discovered the problem.

It is difficult to use the spiritual sword in one mind, and control the flying sword and move on their own.

This feeling is indescribable. To describe it, it means that the eyes of the pair of pupils rotate at any time. You cannot look at the left or the right at one glance.

Is this one of the disadvantages?

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly became clear.

The two powerful spirit swords suddenly slowed down and each went on opposite directions. Although they successfully separated, they were crooked, rising and falling, like wounded geese, which would pierce down at any time.

Li Xianyuan quickly withdrew his spiritual consciousness and retracted one. The other sword was crooked and slanted down, knocking on the rock, sparks burst out, and flashing sword flowers, falling down from the cliff.

Li Xianyuan hurriedly controlled the spirit sword, but broke off contact in the blink of an eye.

As the spiritual consciousness grows, Li Xianyuan can control the flying sword to thirty feet away. Without perception, it can only mean that the flying sword has fallen further.

“…”

Li Xianyuan was speechless and was a little stunned and lost his mind.

After a long time of stammering, he sat up from the cushion and walked to the edge of the cliff.

The cliff is not very high, and it is more than ten feet high at the bottom of the cliff. It is always rugged, and I don’t know whether the spiritual sword is bounced down all the way or stuck in the cracks of the rocks.

"Brother Li!" He stood by the cliff and looked down. Suddenly, he heard a cry full of joy.

"I finally found you."

Li Xianyuan turned around and showed shock for the second time in just over a dozen breaths.

Situ Yanran!?

There was a figure standing beside the pavilion, not someone else, officially Situ Yanran.

"Don't jump!"

Hearing Situ Yanran's shout, Li Xianyuan turned around and was about to walk back. Suddenly, he stepped on a piece of gravel, his feet slipped, his body lost balance, and he leaned back into the cliff!

"Brother Li!" Situ Yanran screamed with a faint expression: "How much do you hate me? You would rather jump off the cliff than see me..."
Chapter completed!