Two-dimensional world shuttle

At the same time, a strong momentum broke out from the body, and the invisible fluctuation rolled around. Where all the fallen leaves were far away? Tens of meters.

"The world!!"

Feel the cold breath of the broken waves, and the sword master's pupil shrinks suddenly.

"That's right, I'm going to make a living! Now, do you think there's still a chance?" Li Qingchen said slightly.

"Alas! It's time to die!" the sword saint was silent. He shook his head lonely for a long time and wanted to leave Qi.

When Li Qingchen saw this, he shouted, "taste!"

"Do you want me to stay?" asked the sword Saint without expression.

"Mend, you mend the misunderstanding. I want to say that I can make you grow old!"

"Long life makes up for old age?" the swordsman sneered at the speech and said, "young man, do you deceive me again?"

Li Qingchen shook his head calmly, "mend! Mend! I say it really. I live in my 70s, but do you deserve me, like someone in my 70s? When I say, you must mend the letter, so Si, I decided to let you touch your bones!"

"Touching the bone?!" the sword Saint heard the sound of the sound, and bu dared to believe: "you asked me to touch the bone for you? Are you afraid I'll take the opportunity to kill you when I touch the bone?"

When Li Qingchen heard the speech, he laughed, and a shred of killing opportunity appeared on his face

"You are a great swordsman. I believe you can do it. Before I grow up, I believe you can resist temptation. What's more, if I die, you can live. Even the only blood of your Dugu family - Dugu Ming, you will die!"

"You!"

The sword saint's face changed again and again. After a while, he suddenly waved his sleeve and said, "hum, Guolu makes a person! Now, let me make a patchwork envoy really live for more than 70 years."

No, the sword master was not angry. He stretched out his withered face and began to touch his bones. Although the holy feeling fills up, there is an inexplicable expectation.

From the top of the head to the tail vertebrae, and then to the ankle, the sword Saint touched Li Qingchen all over. Li Qingchen makes goose bumps. If he can't make up for it, the sword saint will kick him off early.

Five minutes later, the sword master Hun withdrew his right hand tremblingly and pointed out that Li Qingchen was so excited that he was incoherent: "those who... Can make up for death! How can the world really have long life to make up for death?! it's so ridiculous, so ridiculous! Ha ha ha!"

Said no, said no, but made him laugh.

Li Qingchen smiled and said, "sword saint, touch your bones? What's the matter? Do you think it over?"

"Hoo!"

The sword Saint took a deep breath when he heard the speech. He was deeply worthy of Li Qingchen. He said, "come on, what do you want to say?"

"Hahaha! The sword Saint Guolu is forthright! I'm so proud that you can create the sword 23." Li Qingchen said one word at a time.

"Your sword is twenty-three?! it's worth your long life to change your sword skill?" the sword Saint looked puzzled and solved.

"Those who make me do things. You just need to tell me that you are willing and make up for it!" Li Qingchen answered and asked the rhetorical question.

"Come on! Since you make up, I'll make up more questions. Make up, you must guarantee that once the transaction is completed, I'll take the initiative to provoke you. You can make up for trouble!"

Li Qingchen was surprised when he heard the speech. The old man was very cautious!

"Let it go. I'm not interested in you, a bad old man!"

"Naqu, my husband... I believe you for the time being. Now, you give me longevity first, and then I'll give you the sword technique." the sword saint's eyes rang and said.

"Can Si!" Li Qingchen nodded and then said, "longevity is very simple. Now you close your eyes and relax. Talk about what I do and resist. If you let go, time will be more than a cup of tea."

According to Li Qingchen's request, the swordsman relies on a maple tree nearby. He is relaxed and falls into emptiness. Li Qingchen will make up for his profits.

Again, one of the reasons why Sheng Du, commander of the 23rd company of Jian, was willing to expose the people in the land, and there was no need to move against the people in the compensation meeting before the sword technique. As for the sword saint, Li Qingchen will break his promise after he obtains his longevity again. Anyway, he is a dying man.

It can be seen that the sword Saint gave up all the resistance as Yu said. Li Qingchen's face was filled with a smile, and his eyebrows flashed a silver bang. After that, he quickly went into the sword holy land to see the sea.

Originally, Li Qingchen wanted to directly control the sword saint and accept him as a slave. After making up for it and thinking again that the sword saint has a soul and a hole, he resolutely gives up.

Because, Li Qingchen's puppet talisman is made of the essence of the saint. He has no chance to control his soul. He lives in front of him and makes no profit to the Du envoy.

The one who made up the truth against the sword master can be a special deposit of his soul. He wants to make a guess with his toes. Once the sword master resists, he makes the absolute remedy controllable!

Now, the sword saint is finally accepted by Li Qingchen by using longevity to seduce the opponent.

More than ten seconds later, the swordsman shook and slowly opened Qi's eyes.

"Dugu Aotian has seen the master!"

"Hmm!" Li Qingchen nodded and didn't immediately ask for the secret script of sword technique. He waved it and took them to Li's house.

Even if AI Yu can come, the sword Saint Du has accepted it. What sword techniques, scripts and Du envoys will happen sooner or later, why rush for a moment!

Take the sword Saint back to Li's house and briefly introduce him to the public. After that, Li Qingchen took him to the secret room and asked him, "Dugu, how long will you live?"

The sword Saint replied: "return to the Lord, Dugu earth's life should be supplemented by one month!"

"Make up for one month?!"

Li Qingchen moved his eyebrows in surprise. He was a great master and had to work for a month. He was really old enough to be si!

Think about it, Li Qingchen said, "like you, write the secret script of the holy spirit sword first. I'll find some materials to show my life for you!"

"Lord, what makes life solidified?" asked the sword saint.

"What makes you grow old!"

Li Qingchen left Qi with his head mended. The sword Saint stood in the secret room with a dull face. After a long time, he came back to the saint with trembling body, bent down and sat on the stone table in front of him, picked up a side of pen and ink, and Qi began to write swordsmanship.

"When --!"

Bu Jingyun waved his peerless sword to meet him. At the moment when he collided with the iron fist, his body trembled violently and retreated quickly. There was no saint. The shape of the poison made it lag slightly. After a pause, it rushed again.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and a snow-white sword suddenly inserted into the battlefield. There was no saint to intercept it. After that, Nie Feng quickly drew close to the cloud, with a dignified face: "elder martial Brother Yun, the enemy is too strong, we need to fight!"

“......”

Bu Jingyun's eyebrows moved. He didn't refuse. He said coldly: "where can I get up!"