Quick Wear: I and the Way of Heaven are one

Although the little sword spirit is spoiled and overbearing, the young swordsman is reluctant to change his natal sword.

Because his little sword spirit is unique.

Ever since she became famous in one battle, no one dared to touch the beautiful little sword spirit.

No one dared to run up to Jiang Qianyu and say anything.

There's nothing wrong with the sword spirit. Why should a sword have to be able to fight?

She was also famous in the sword spirit world, and lived a more comfortable life than her master.

I usually like to carry my little bag and go play with friends.

It's a pity that they are all too hardworking.

Even though the young swordsman walked a little slowly, he was still not someone who could be bullied by others.

From a young swordsman to a famous young talent.

But he is still a little sword cultivator who likes to dress up the little sword spirit.

Jiang Qianyu suddenly opened his eyes.

Lin Lezhi, who was rolling on the couch next to him, looked over curiously, "Ayu, are you having a nightmare?"

Jiang Qianyu slowly calmed down and reached out to Lin Lezhi.

The little sword spirit jumped into Jiang Qianyu's hands without hesitation, his eyes full of concern.

"It's okay." Jiang Qianyu touched the little sword spirit. He had raised it for so long, how could he not know the little sword spirit's worries.

If what he sensed was true, there was no need to let the beautiful and carefree little sword spirit worry about it. No matter what, he would always protect her.

Lin Lezhi looked at Jiang Qianyu steadily, "Ayu, you really won't lie to me."

Jiang Qianyu laughed when he heard this, "Okay, I did have a nightmare. I dreamed that Lele disappeared."

After looking at Jiang Qianyu for a few seconds, Lin Lezhi flew over and stuck his face in his. "I will always be with you. We agreed on this from the beginning."

If the dream is true, time is running out. A trace of sadness flashed across Jiang Qianyu's eyes, but he quickly took care of the delicate little sword spirit again.

The monks fight against the sky for a chance of survival, so why should they keep worrying about it?

Jiang Qianyu's eyes were gentle and firm.

The little sword spirit doesn't like fighting, but she will also protect those she wants to protect.

When the demon is born, it will bring about endless blood and gore.

As monks, we naturally have no choice but to do so.

Jiang Qianyu's only selfish wish is that the little sword spirit lives well.

Maybe after a long time, she will find a master who loves her again.

He was used to not using other swords, but even so, Jiang Qianyu's every move was filled with sword energy.

But there are too many, really too many.

Blood stained his clothes.

This was picked for him by the little sword spirit himself.

Jiang Qianyu numbly killed one demon after another from the abyss. Around him was the blood of his enemies and his companions.

Lin Lezhi slept peacefully in a place, but he always felt that something bad was going to happen.

Relying on instinctive consciousness, a sword light suddenly lit up from the depths of the mountains.

If the little sword spirit were conscious, she would definitely think she was extremely beautiful.

But she is still sleeping.

A golden light flashed across the sky, and even though the sword was gone, the light still remained there.

The demon species came from the extremely dark abyss, and the place where Jiang Qianyu was was black and red.

He felt his life slipping away and didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

"Senior Brother Jiang." The disciples from the same sect as Jiang Qianyu were leaning against each other back to back. They were almost reaching their limit.

"Why do I seem to see white?"

"How can there be any white in this dark place?" said the young lady next to her who was dressed in red. Upon closer inspection, one could see that underneath her red dress was actually lush green.

It's just that too many enemies were killed, hers and the other side's.

He killed a group of opponents with one sword. The person who first said white exclaimed: "It's really white, no, that's not right, it's gold."

"Did they resolve the issue somewhere else and come to support us?"

Jiang Qianyu looked up and saw a familiar shadow.

Even though they were far away, he recognized it at a glance.

It’s Lele, how could she?

The light was getting closer and closer, but the excited people only saw a sword, an extremely beautiful sword covered with jewels.

Suddenly his eyes were a little puzzled.

But the next second, a sword intent fell, and a large number of monsters around them died instantly. They couldn't help but cheer, but they were exhausted.

But whose sword is this?

The golden light rushed straight down and successfully stopped in front of Jiang Qianyu.

Endless light emanated from her, and it was warm.

"Le Le." A helpless tone came out of Jiang Qianyu's mouth. He knew that Le Le was not awake, but he found this place based on his instinct.

As a fellow disciple from the same sect as Jiang Qianyu, people around him naturally knew that his senior brother Jiang had a sword that he never used in a fight.

But now.

A figure appeared in front of everyone. It was a woman with her eyes closed, stunningly beautiful.

The junior brother suddenly understood that his senior brother Jiang was indeed a cute little sword spirit.

His eyes fell on Jiang Qianyu who was in the front, and he could hear the roar of the monster in his ears.

Lin Lezhi, who had just broken the seal, had an unhappy look on his face. He waved his hand backwards, and the sky was full. It was not an adjective, but a real sky full of swords. The rain of swords fell directly and nailed all the running creatures in the abyss.

"Jiang Qianyu." Lin Lezhi was angry. She didn't like fighting, but for such a dangerous matter, Jiang Qianyu actually sealed her up and came here himself.

Did he know he was going to die?

"Le Le." Jiang Qianyu tried to smile in a flattering way, but he was so weak at the moment that it would be better not to smile.

"sorry."

Taking advantage of this incident, the monks scattered everywhere hurriedly gathered here.

I happened to see this scene.

How could Lin Lezhi bear to be angry with the young swordsman in front of him? He would settle the score with him later.

"Ayu, I don't like fighting, but I'm willing to fight alongside you."

As the words fell, Lin Lezhi's sword completely emerged from the scabbard and fell into Jiang Qianyu's hands.

Even though she never fights, Jiang Qianyu takes good care of the sword every day.

The sword is beautiful and slender, shining with a golden light that cannot be erased even by the abyss.

It’s really a good sword.

"Le Le, I will take you back." Now that they had come this far, Jiang Qianyu naturally would not hesitate. This was the first time he had used his own sword again after such a long time.

The light repaired the wounds in his body, and Jiang Qianyu felt that his condition was getting better and better.

After the battle, Jiang Qianyu returned with his sword and the rest of the people. They finally had a chance to catch their breath.

Without caring about the wounds on his body, Jiang Qianyu casually took two recovery pills and began to carefully wipe the sword of Lin Lezhi.

At this time, there were also many people looking at him, but it was different from the contemptuous looks at him at the beginning.

This sword is really beautiful, and it is very useful when killing enemies.

After some simple treatment, Jiang Qianyu returned to his room.

Turn everything inside out and give it a deep conditioning treatment.

"Ayu." A slightly weak voice came from Jiang Qianyu's ear, "It's clean now. Go and treat your wound quickly."

He was indeed not in good shape, so Jiang Qianyu decorated the little nest that belonged to Lin Lezhi, hoping that she would feel better.