Emperor Qiankun

The lights came on, and in a moment, steaming hot wine and delicious food were served on the table. The rich aroma of wine and delicious food quickly spread, tempting everyone's taste buds.

Everyone sat around the table, toasting their glasses and drinking, and the atmosphere was very happy.

This sumptuous family dinner lasted for half an hour.

After eating and drinking, sleepiness and fatigue crept onto everyone's bodies, so they dispersed and went back to their rooms to rest, hoping to recharge their energy for tomorrow's busy day.

Li Qingyuan returned to the room alone, feeling a sense of urgency.

He knew that Zhao Sheng would definitely return to Black Mountain City.

Moreover, Zhao Sheng now has someone like Chen Zixuan, who has a dual cultivation physique, by his side to help him practice. His strength must have increased very quickly, and he may have successfully broken through to the seventh level of the Earthly Demon Realm.

Under such circumstances, there is very little time left for him to concentrate on training and accumulating strength.

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Li Qingyuan secretly reviewed his own skills and strength.

What can be improved quickly now is artistic conception.

He has already mastered the sword intent of wind. Now, if he wants to make progress, he must integrate the killing intent with the sword intent and comprehend the more powerful killing sword intent, so that his strength can be taken to a higher level.

With his experience from his previous life, it was not difficult for him to do this.

At the same time, after repeated hard battles and actual combat in Jingxue City, he became more and more adept at using the Tyrant Palm. With every move he made, a domineering and powerful aura emanated from him.

But Li Qingyuan was not satisfied with this. He was still thinking about how to improve it further on this basis to make it more powerful.

There is also the mysterious power of time and space. Although it has helped him escape danger many times before, he always feels that he has only touched the surface. There must be many undiscovered exquisite means hidden inside, waiting for him to explore and unlock.

Thinking of this, the sense of urgency became stronger. He was anxious and his brain was working rapidly. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally decided on the direction of practice - studying a new technique!

After all, the skills previously mastered were limited by the progress of cultivation and one's own bottlenecks, and it was difficult to achieve a significant leap in strength in the short term.

Moreover, in this life, he is blessed with a mind and understanding that is beyond compare to his previous life.

With such a unique talent, learning the martial arts will naturally be twice as effective with half the effort.

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Li Qingyuan made a prompt decision, calmed his mind, and searched carefully in the depths of his mind, examining and screening them one by one. After careful consideration, he finally chose Wen Wuxiang's famous skill - "Kai Tian Zhan"!

He had witnessed Wen Wuxiang perform this move many times in his previous life in life-and-death duels. The power was truly earth-shattering and long-lasting, shocking all the spectators.

Although he was just watching the fun at that time, he still memorized some of the basics imperceptibly. Now that he has picked up this skill again, he has some basic knowledge.

Li Qingyuan knew that practicing this move would bring many benefits:

Not only can he suddenly increase his own majestic momentum when attacking, but also make his opponent feel afraid.

You can also take advantage of the opportunity to hone your sword intent and refine your sword moves. Maybe you can take this opportunity to further elevate your sword intent.

Action is worse than thought. Li Qingyuan has always been a man of swift and decisive action. Once he made up his mind, he no longer hesitated. With a flash of his body, he quickly stepped into the time gate of the Qiankun Palace.

The moment you step into the door, the speed of time around you suddenly changes.

Li Qingyuan came to the time cushion, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated.

First, take a deep breath to calm your restless mind, and then start practicing.

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Time passed quietly, and inside the time gate of the Qiankun Palace, time flowed fifteen times faster.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed by like a flash, and almost an entire night had passed in the outside world.

On the fourth day after entering the Gate of Time, Li Qingyuan successfully cultivated the "Heaven-Opening Slash" to the entry level.

This move took shape for the first time. When the sword came out, the mysterious power was wrapped with an indomitable momentum. Although it was a little immature, it already had some charm.

In the days that followed, he devoted himself to the practice of integrating killing intent and sword intent.

He was like an ascetic monk, sitting alone in the gate of time, immersed in a world of sword energy and murderous intent.

Relying on the precious practical experience accumulated from countless life-and-death duels in his previous life, as well as his unique and profound understanding of the sword's meaning, he repeatedly deduced and adjusted, trying again and again to integrate the two sharp artistic conceptions.

Finally, his hard work paid off and he finally gained some insights and gains.

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Li Qingyuan calculated the time and before breakfast, he put away his sword, stood up and left the room.

He hadn't slept all night, and although there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, there was an unconcealable light flashing in the depths of his eyes, which was the confidence and excitement brought by his increased strength.

After a quick wash, he strode into the main hall, sat around the table with everyone else, and quickly finished his breakfast.

Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Li Qingyuan told everyone that he was going to practice in seclusion and asked not to disturb him unless it was important.

Afterwards, he hurried back to his room, slammed the door shut, cut himself off from the outside noise once again, and devoted himself to cultivation.

Gusu Rou and Su Yaoyue looked at each other, watching Li Qingyuan's departing back, and couldn't help but sigh at the same time: "What a crazy cultivator!"

Only Chen Lingyu understood why Li Qingyuan was fighting so hard.

But he also knew that with his current level of cultivation, he could not provide Li Qingyuan with any substantial help.

This also made him feel a sense of crisis. He realized that if he didn't work hard to improve himself, the gap between him and Li Qingyuan would become wider and wider.

With this thought in mind, Chen Lingyu could no longer sit still. He immediately stood up and left the table, quickly returned to his room, ignited his fighting spirit, and concentrated on practicing behind closed doors.

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Li Qingyuan once again entered the time gate of Qiankun Palace and devoted himself to deep cultivation.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning here, and he was completely immersed in the fusion of murderous intent and sword intent.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Li Qingyuan keenly sensed that the murderous intent and sword intent, which had been distinct from each other, seemed to be quietly drawn by an invisible force, and began to blend and echo each other, with faint signs of fusion.

Whenever he had some insights in his heart, he would pick up the cold and icy Longyuan sword and step straight into the door of space.

As you step into this place, you are overwhelmed by endless mystery and unknown. The space is like an endless dark ocean, silent yet hidden with turbulence.

Li Qingyuan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, the mysterious power in his body surged wildly, wrapped in surging murderous intent and sharp sword intent. He swung his arm, and the Longyuan Sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, slashing fiercely towards the depths of space again and again.

“Shua——”

The Longyuan Sword cut through the void, bringing out dazzling sword energy, like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting but incredibly powerful.

As he continued to swing his sword, the murderous intent around him was like a surging tsunami, one wave higher than the other, surging and sweeping wildly.

The sword intent was extremely sharp, like a materialized blade, cutting through the surrounding air and making a sharp hissing sound.

At this moment, Li Qingyuan was surrounded by a strong murderous aura, and he looked like a god of death who had stepped out of the Nine Nether Hell, which was intimidating.