In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

The chaotic mist in the Seven Treasures Universe Bag surged like boiling water, with a gray cloth bag suspended in it. The runes flowing on the surface flickered, as if some ancient and mysterious ritual was being performed.

Li Qingfeng sat cross-legged on a green jade cushion, his fingertips trembling slightly as he formed seals with his hands. Fine beads of sweat slid down his angular jawline and dripped onto his chest, leaving dark marks.

The runes in the bag flickered at this moment, making him even more uneasy. Success or failure depended on this one move.

"This time... it will definitely succeed." Jian Liuying's voice came faintly from the sword, with a gentleness that came after a thousand years of loneliness, but also mixed with a hint of nervousness.

The sword suddenly vibrated violently, humming like a living thing. Scarlet light gushed out through the ancient scabbard like boiling magma, weaving complex and dazzling patterns on the surface of the gray cloth pocket.

Those lines seemed to have life, constantly moving and interweaving, gradually outlining the outline of a human figure.

Li Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the magic gestures in his hands changed like lightning, transforming the power of the Nascent Soul in his body into a green light chain, which was continuously injected into his pocket.

Every time he injected a bit of spiritual power, he could feel the burning pain in his meridians, but he gritted his teeth and did not flinch.

With a loud bang, the gray cloth bag exploded into pieces, like a soft snow.

A crimson figure slowly emerged from the light, its waist-length red hair dancing wildly in the vortex of spiritual energy like burning fire, and every strand of hair seemed to contain infinite power.

The light gauze dress clung to her graceful curves, vaguely outlining a breathtaking outline. It fluttered gently with her movements, subtly revealing her charm.

Jian Liuying tapped the air with her bare feet, and ripples appeared wherever her toes touched. She looked down at her body curiously, and her fingertips brushed across her lips, feeling the novelty brought by the real touch, with a glint of surprise in her eyes.

"Flesh and blood are so... alive."

Her voice had a bewitching tremolo, and it was already approaching before the last note had even fallen.

Li Qingfeng only felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing on his face, and the warm breath swept past his ears, making him tremble all over.

"Master, do you want to try a true fit?" Jian Liuying's voice whispered in his ear, and the scarlet gauze dress fluttered down like butterfly wings, revealing her perfect body.

A dazzling green light burst out from the two of them, which was the fusion of the power of the Nascent Soul and the origin of the sword spirit.

Countless insights into the Dao of Sword exploded in Li Qingfeng's mind, and his previously stagnant state of mind suddenly loosened. He felt as if he were immersed in an ocean of Sword Dao, and countless exquisite sword techniques flashed through his mind.

When the morning light penetrated the Seven Treasures Universe Bag, Li Qingfeng held Jian Liuying's hand and looked at the mountain in the distance that was flattened by the sword energy.

After a night of practice, his control over sword energy reached an unprecedented level.

With just a thought, one can summon a scarlet sword light that condenses the shadow of a sword firefly, with its accuracy and power increased several times over before.

Jian Liuying leaned on his shoulder and smiled softly, her red lips parted slightly: "From today on, we are truly one."

Her eyes were filled with tenderness and dependence. At this moment, it seemed as if everything in the world had nothing to do with them.

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Three days later, the sky above Luoyun Sect was suddenly covered with dark clouds, like a huge black curtain covering it, making it so oppressive that it made people breathless.

A golden beam of light shot straight into the sky, completely blocking out the midday sun. The strong light even made it impossible for the disciples below to open their eyes.

Li Qingfeng was instructing his disciples in their training when he sensed this familiar yet dangerous aura and frowned slightly.

That was the black-robed old man who had helped the Chu family father and son in the Tianchen Sect! ?

"Activate the sect protection formation!"

The Great Elder Qi Yuanshan also felt the threat and immediately shouted loudly, his voice filled with undisguised anxiety, and his figure rushed towards the main peak like lightning.

The sect's disciples had already been on full alert. At the same time, a golden light lit up on the mountain peaks. The huge Bagua formation diagram slowly rotated in the sky. The runes on the diagram flashed with mysterious light, as if telling of ancient power.

However, an old man in black robe stood above the clouds holding a golden treasure fan. The surface of the fan was engraved with strange runes, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

He waved his hand lightly, and a golden hurricane tore through the void. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, making a piercing sound, as if even space itself was wailing under this force.

"Boom!" The sect protection formation shook violently, and the disciples at the center of the formation vomited blood and their faces turned pale in an instant.

The old man in black robe sneered, his voice as cold as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Li Qingfeng, last time you were lucky enough to win against me, today is the day you die! Hand over the Seven Treasures Universe Bag, and perhaps I can spare your life!"

As he spoke, the golden fan swung repeatedly, and countless golden blades of light poured down like a rainstorm. Each blade of light contained a powerful force. The runes on the surface of the magic circle continued to disintegrate under the impact of the blades, making a crackling sound.

Jian Liuying's red hair was flying, and the sword energy around him condensed into a scarlet armor. A strange light was flowing on the armor, as if it was a burning flame.

"Master, I will fight him!"

She gave a delicate cry, and before she finished her words she turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky. The long sword in her hand swung out thousands of sword shadows, each of which carried a sharp sword energy, and they intertwined in the air to form a huge sword net.

Thousands of sword shadows, each one swathed with a terrifying sword intent. The black-robed old man's pupils suddenly constricted, the memory of Li Qingfeng's previous severe trauma gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, and the movement of raising the treasured fan in his hand froze in mid-air.

"Are you worthy enough?" Jian Liuying sneered, and the scarlet sword energy condensed into a three-meter-long shadow, pointing directly at the black-robed old man's throat.

The overwhelming pressure was like a mountain pressing down on his head, instantly creating a huge dent in the clouds beneath the black-robed old man's feet. He stumbled back a few steps, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Li Qingfeng stood in front of the battle formation with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of mockery: "Your Excellency was beaten and fled by me last time, are you so bold today?"

Green light swirled around his body, echoing with Jian Liuying's aura from afar, forming an invisible oppressive force.

The old man in black robe's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he forced a sneer and said, "Don't be complacent! I came here well prepared today..." Before he finished speaking, Jian Liuying had already approached, and the tip of the sword was against his throat. The cold touch made him silenced instantly.

"Are you begging for mercy?" Jian Liuying's eyes were charming, but her tone was as cold as ice. "If you dare to move again, I will refine your old bones into a sword."

The black-robed old man's face flushed crimson, and his treasured fan clanged to the ground. He gazed at the crimson flames dancing in Jian Liuying's eyes, as if beholding the legendary Shura. His legs gave way, and he nearly fell to his knees. "Red Flame Sword Qi? How do you possess Red Flame Sword Qi?" His voice was sharp and trembling, without a trace of his previous arrogance.

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