The Queen of Sword Cultivation is against the sky again

Chapter 6 I Have a Sword

The white-haired fairy's handsome face was solemn, and he continued:

"The third realm, the first level, is the beginning of the realm of transformation. It is divided into sitting and forgetting psychic and good fortune volley. Good fortune volley is divided into ten ways, and the second way is stronger than the first way."

"The third level, the second level, is a high level of transformation. It is divided into Gui Ming Yan Sheng and Mahayana Dao Zang. Most of them are elders of the sect who have cultivated to this level."

"The fourth realm, the peak of transformation realm, is divided into Daoxuan Tongming and Dao Shentong."

"The fifth realm, the leader of the extreme realm, only one move, and all phenomena are extinguished."

"Basically that's all."

Xie Lingyan was stunned for a while, she thought, is the Supreme Realm leader?

She seems to be able to too.

For a moment, she saw herself standing proudly in the sky, reaching the pinnacle, unrivaled.

Thinking of the unreachable future, she shook her head and turned to look at the big man over there.

The man is gaining momentum.

Xie Lingyan didn't dare to neglect, she raised her sword and swept across.

The saber collided with the slashing sword, she was forced to repel it, and quickly stuck the sword upside down on the ground with her backhand, and she relied on the saber to stabilize her body.

The aura that just erupted is dissipating, like a long-distance runner, after 800 meters, 1000 meters, and then 2000 meters, gradually exhausted.

Is this Qiyun?

"White hair, what do these people do?"

"Similar to bandits, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil."

"That is to say, they won't let me and my brother and grandma go, even if I can't beat them to show weakness?"

"Yes, either you die or they die."

"Then you help me, you have taken me through time, helping me is a piece of cake, right?"

She wanted to rely on him again.

With someone like him behind her, she was fearless and believed that she would not die, but the person she wanted to protect might not be safe.

Then, you still have to rely on yourself.

She bit her lip tightly and continued to maintain her best fighting strength.

It's really hard to think about it, who is as miserable as her after time travel?
In one day, he was oppressed by people whose cultivation level was several steps higher one after another:

First, the resentful old lady Liu;
Then there is the scumbag young master Lei Chengyang;

Then came the damn bandit in front of him.

The white-haired fairy said, "You have a sword, which is not formed by aura, and is not divided by realm. Relying on it can defeat the enemy in front of you."

"What?" Xie Lingyan asked the tepid man to say quickly, she was really anxious to death.

The white-haired fairy sighed inexplicably, "You let me explain the sword technique you created yourself?"

"what?"

She founded ?

She has no memory at all, the original owner seems to have lost his memory, and there is no memory for the traverser.

The white-haired fairy was silent, he didn't want to talk to her anymore, he suspected that he had identified the wrong person.

Xie Lingyan saw the fierce man slashing at him again. While thinking about the sword technique she created, she resisted the attack of the terrifying enemy.

The white-haired fairy seemed to be remembering the old man, and suddenly said:
Looking at the rain, closing the clouds and breaking, quietly watching the autumn light with Lan.

The evening scene was sparsely sparse, which moved Song Yu's sorrow and desolation.

The water and the wind are light, the apple blossoms are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the leaves are yellow.

Feeling hurt.

Where is the old man, the smoke and water are vast.

"Misty Rain Sword?"

Xie Lingyan turned over countless pasts in her mind, the past was like waves rolling towards the sky, rolling in and falling down, she saw a figure standing in the middle of nowhere, dancing with a sword in hand.

No sky, no land, self, free and easy.

And write with the wind.

It's raining.

I come.

Give the world a ray of light.

Xie Huanian.

Carry a sword.

It's Misty Rain!
She swung her sword away calmly.

The big man holding the knife in the distance stopped.

after awhile.

He collapsed.

died.

Xie Lingyan stood where she was, looking at a person who was still alive, who was trembling and wanted to run away.

(End of this chapter)