Under the starry sky, his face became paler and his eyes became brighter.

His expression became increasingly haggard, but he still looked intently at the bamboo sword in his hand. This was the purple bamboo talisman sword he cut on top of the Bamboo Peak in Tianyun Mountain on the Xuanwu Continent.

Two different magic circles were blessed on it, and the accelerated flame sword energy gave the bamboo sword in his hand extraordinary power.

This bamboo sword in his hand has surpassed the ordinary spiritual swords in the world.

As long as he is willing, he can use this bamboo sword to cut the snow from the mountain.

Looking at the vast starry sky, he remembered that when he was only seven years old, he realized his sword of the river in the glacier of Tianshan Mountain.

He understood the Ruoshui Intention Sword that belonged to him.

Along the way, he cultivated the water-like sword to a water-like sword that could destroy mountains.

The only thing that left him speechless was that before the old Taoist unlocked his Phoenix Nirvana cultivation, he might not be able to use the flaming sword force.

The bamboo sword in his hand was slashed out, with snowflakes flying all over the sky, and a Ruoshui sword force was quietly attached, which instantly transformed into a majestic sword energy.

It's like the water of the big river on the Tianshan Mountains, like the white water flowing away under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and even more like the shocking sword movement by the Tongtian River.

The simplest bamboo sword can stir up the aura of the sky and clouds in the Shenlong Valley and stir up the thick snow on the eaves of the main hall.

The big tree between the cliffs outside Shiping shook for a while, and a sword energy stirred up a strong wind, turning the snow on the tree into a snow mist like a snow dragon...

Poof!

The snow dragon outside the cliff had not yet formed, but Li Xiuyuan spat out a mouthful of blood.

The passing moon covered the moon, and also covered the pale face of the year, but it could not cover the dazzling blood stain in the snow.

Broken branches fell from the big trees between the cliffs outside Shiping. They were crushed and torn apart by the powerful sword force, and turned into flying flowers all over the sky in front of Li Xiuyuan.

The snow dragon that had not yet taken shape in the sky had dispersed, leaving only the blood-stained young man looking up at the moon.

Standing quietly, his face became paler, but there was more understanding in his eyes. The bamboo sword in his hand was trembling gently. The sword enlightenment that he had worked hard for several days finally broke out at this moment.

Li Xiuyuan raised his arm and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.

Before, in the Xuanwu Continent and in the ancient world, he struggled with the path of gods and demons, which made him vomit blood.

Instead, he vomited three feet away in front of the old Taoist priest.

Tonight, he learned the sword and vomited blood again, but no old Taoist priest came to witness him. Even his master Long Qingfeng fell asleep.

There was only a snowy moon in the sky that was obscured by dark clouds, silently watching the young man under the starry sky.

Practice swordsmanship in the snow, practice swordsmanship in the snow and vomit blood.

Li Xiuyuan's face was full of smiles, even though his newly changed clothes were stained red with blood, he wanted to laugh loudly.

Because he was very satisfied with the result tonight, he turned the Sword of the River into a snow dragon.

Although he has no cultivation at the moment, being able to do this is enough to make him proud.

With his understanding of the swordsmanship he practiced and his understanding of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he transformed the hidden dragon that left the abyss into a snow dragon that borrowed the power of heaven and earth.

What's more important is that from this moment on, he can use any object in the world to transform into the sword of the river and the sword of water.

Not just a lake, but a sky full of wind and snow.

It can even be fallen leaves on a place, windy sand on a place, a mountain, or a forest.

Li Xiuyuan's journey from the beginning seems to be smooth sailing, but only he knows how much sweat and blood he has put into it.

At this moment, he didn't need to think about the fact that his cultivation level was completely gone and his divine dragon body had disappeared.

There is no need to think about how to rebuild the phaseless golden body to the third level next.

Although Wu Jian vomited blood, he was thinking about whether to cut off the dragon with another sword? He had already transformed the Shenlong from Yuan into a new sword style, so how to stop the Shenlong and cut off the heavy shackles on the Shenlong with one sword?

Without the dragon body, how can he understand the layers of shackles and cages?

Without the divine dragon body, he still has the Buddhist formless golden body.

How about turning the divine dragon into a King Kong with angry eyes and a sword? Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan became a little excited.

The Shenlong Sword Technique is used to subjugate demons, so can you evolve the three-move Shenlong Sword Technique into three-moves or even one-move Subdue Demon Sword Technique?

I have already mastered how to cut snow with one sword, so can I master how to defeat demons with one sword? With the addition of the four styles of reincarnation swordsmanship, I will be able to conquer the world.

At least before he becomes a mortal and before he starts practicing the Star Sword Technique, he can use it as a close-up sword move.

The bamboo sword in his hand waved casually again, and he slashed at the big tree ten feet away with one move of the snow-cutting sword.

Then he walked towards the main hall without looking back. After working hard tonight, he needed to have a good sleep.

Until the boy closed the heavy door!

Until the snowy moon in the sky disappears and snowflakes fall all over the sky.

It wasn't until a gust of wind passed by that the big tree outside the cliff made a dull sound and crashed down the mountain.

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The next day, Long Qingfeng still didn't come out of seclusion, and Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei didn't come back either.

After cooking a pot of white porridge to fill his stomach, Li Xiuyuan came to the stone flat behind the main hall.

Looking at the big tree that had been cut in half outside the cliff, I felt that my decades of hard work on Zhanxue had not been in vain.

Today's wind and snow are getting fiercer, the whistling north wind is carrying snowflakes all over the sky, and the bamboo sword in my hand is about to condense into the sword shape of a dragon taking off its armor.

The power contained in the sword's power in the wind and snow, each snowflake fell on him and piled up, eventually turning into a mountain-like force, pressing him heavily to the ground.

Feeling the force of the heavy sword that cut off Fan Cong, Li Xiuyuan lay on the ground, and with a pop, blood spurted out again like a sword.

Blood dyed the snow three feet in front of him red, sprayed on his face, and covered his clothes with blood.

With difficulty, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the falling snowflakes from the sky, and thought about how the dragon, stripped of its heavy cage, could turn into a sword to subdue demons.

He sighed leisurely.

Li Xiuyuan naturally turned the Shenlong Sword Technique into the difficulty of the Demon-Conquering Sword Technique. Now he has to turn the sword power he learned in the past into even a clumsy sword move.

After pondering for so many days, I still haven't figured out how to turn a mountain of snow into a dragon.

But even if you only understand one-tenth of it, you can still try to turn the snowflakes in the sky into layers of shackles.

Then cut it off with one sword!

Li Xiuyuan stood up with difficulty, holding on to the snow, looking thoughtfully at the red plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

He has been able to confirm that his direction is not wrong, but still needs some heat.

It's just that he can't figure out how to get more power?

With his current level of cultivation, he was definitely not up to the level of monk Buli who could borrow strength from heaven. With his cultivation level imprisoned by the old Taoist priest, he could only practice swordplay honestly.

These days, in the mountains, in the hall, in the creek, and on the cliffs, he felt more and more that he had a deeper understanding of the power of heaven and earth, and he frantically tried to integrate the three moves of the Dragon Sword Technique.

If it were any other monk, he would probably have given up after repeated setbacks.

But he had no such emotion at all. He tried various methods every day, and even wanted to ask his master to find another piece of armor to wear for him.

Just like when he was on the Tianshan Mountains, he used the black iron armor given to him by his master to refine his body and practice.

In the Shenlong Valley on a winter night, in addition to the whistling wind, there is also the sound of snow falling in the forest and crushing tree branches.

In the main hall, Li Xiuyuan guarded a lone lamp and quietly looked at two different swords on the table.

One is the Samsara Sword and the other is the Bamboo Sword.

The Shura Sword was hidden in the space of the jade dish, and the jade dish was also imprisoned by the old Taoist priest. At the moment, he was thinking, if the Shura Sword was placed on the table, would he be able to wield it as before, like an arm and a finger.

Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei still haven't come back, and Master Long Qingfeng is still in seclusion.

Quietly looking at the two completely different swords on the table, he actually had no intention of practicing sword practice.

The Samsara Sword is not light either. It feels heavy in the hand and feels like a heavy sword.

And the bamboo sword was like the flying snow in the sky outside the palace. If he didn't feel it in his hand, it wouldn't have any weight at all.

Even though he had once been on the bamboo peak, with the bamboo sword in his hand, he had realized the sword spirit of cutting snow with the mountain in the mountains.

Compared with the bamboo sword, the Samsara Sword is much clumsy, thick and heavy.

The bamboo sword is very thin, and even on this bamboo sword, which is as light as boneless, he has engraved two different runes.

When you hold the Samsara Sword in your hand, do you feel like you are being shackled? Or is it the bamboo sword in your hand, like snowflakes all over the sky, pressing down one by one?

One snowflake cannot form a cage, but what about millions of snowflakes? What if in the end these millions of snowflakes pressing on you turn into layers of ice?

The yellowish light swayed gently in the empty hall, illuminating the three feet in front of him.

Just like the Ruoshui sword power he understood, it covered the three feet in front of him.

Within three feet, the world is dominated by his sword power, although at the moment he cannot fuse two different sword powers.

Although he has not yet been able to evolve the two sword styles into his own sword domain.

The temperature in the main hall late at night was much colder than during the day, but he felt a line of cold sweat running down his back, and his hands were trembling slightly.

He was sweating more and more, and the sweat that kept pouring out was like snowflakes falling from the sky, gradually making his clothes wet.
To be continued...