After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

But Qi Yao seemed to see the prey, his face showed interest, and he grabbed a simple long sword in the void with his right hand, bringing out a fierce and fierce aura, the red light lines flashed on the sword body, and the buzzing sound of the sword seemed to imply that he couldn't wait. Thirst for the taste of blood more than this monster.

"Really," Qi Yao raised his sword and pointed at the monster, his deep eyes slowly turned scarlet, and there was a flash of excitement, "Seeing that your cultivation has reached the golden core stage, the sword used to sacrifice to me is just right."

The monster saw that Qi Yao's sword was a bit unusual, so he stopped playing. He snorted coldly, and his immature voice sounded, "What a big tone! Wait until I eat your flesh and blood, see you—"

Qi Yao had long been impatient with his nonsense, so he raised his sword and slashed at the monster. The monster didn't expect him to be more anxious than himself, and reacted immediately after being slightly taken aback.

The chubby little body deftly avoided Qi Yao's long sword. He turned over and took a step back. His sharp claws swung a wave of spiritual power towards Qi Yao, hitting Qi Yao's long sword and drawing golden and red sparks.

Qi Yao swung his sword obliquely, smashing the boulder beside him with violent spiritual power, and there was a loud bang, the wind blew up, and the sand and soil flew across.

In the next moment, Qi Yao's figure was already in front of the monster, trying to cut him off at the waist, but the monster reacted very quickly, and the sword blade barely passed the monster's waist by a hair, and a long bloodstain suddenly appeared on the monster's abdomen .

The monster grabbed the tree trunk with his hands, and hung in mid-air in a circle, but he just stabilized his figure, but fell rapidly. He got up from the ground, and was shocked to feel that the spiritual power in his body was passing through the wound.

He raised his eyes and saw that his spiritual power was absorbed by the simple and heavy sword like a white mist, and then a red light flashed on the blade to swallow the flesh and spiritual power attached to it.

The blade of the sword suddenly turned red, Qi Yao felt that the sword in his hand was not enough, and trembled crazily, wanting to devour the monster completely.

"You, how could it be..." The monster took a step back in horror, covering his abdomen. After such a short time, more than half of his spiritual power has been eaten away by the sword!

And the spiritual power of the young man in front of him became stronger and stronger, and he was able to turn his own spiritual power into his own use through that sword!

Qi Yao's red pupils stared at the monster gloomyly, and the aura around him was strange and evil. The monster was in a trance for a while, and he couldn't tell who was the monster, himself or Qi Yao.

Sensing that something was wrong, the monster turned around and wanted to run away, but Qi Yao finally caught a monster and threw himself into the trap, so how could he let him leave easily.

But just as Qi Yao was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from behind him. He immediately restrained his aura and spiritual power, and waved out a sword aura without any power, and could only block the monster's way.

The monster didn't know why Qi Yao changed suddenly, and instinctively raised his hand to fight back with all his strength, his spiritual power cut through the void like electricity, and directly attacked Qi Yao's front.

Qi Yao, however, seemed to be held in place by someone, and remained motionless. Seeing that he was about to die in his hands, the monster turned around and pounced on Qi Yao, grabbing his heart with its sharp claws!

"go to hell!"

Qi Yao reacted slowly, avoided the spiritual power in a thrilling manner, and raised the sword in his hand slowly, but it was too late!

The monster was only one step away from Qi Yao, and when he met Qi Yao's deep, pitch-black eyes without a trace of panic, he suddenly felt abnormal, and just about to retreat, a white shadow suddenly appeared behind Qi Yao!

The man hooked Qi Yao's waist with lightning speed and led him sideways to avoid the blow. At the same time, he kicked the monster in the abdomen. The monster was kicked back several steps, fell to the ground and splashed all over the sky. Dust, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his abdomen was also dripping with blood.

The monster got up from the ground, and was stunned when he saw the person coming. In front of him was a person dressed in white snow, with black hair flying, a pair of eyes as cold as ice, and a tall and straight figure like a murderous god descending.

"Xuan Shuang.."

Seeing that it was indeed Xuan Shuang who was looking for him, Qi Yao immediately turned around and hid behind him, revealing two round eyes, pointing at the monster and panicked, saying: "This monster is so scary..."

".." The corner of the monster's mouth twitched. Tell me clearly, who is more terrifying?

Qi Yao was not easy to provoke, and this white-clothed monk looked even more difficult to provoke, and lost most of his spiritual power, the monster immediately flung out his spiritual power with a feint.

"boom--"

When the spiritual power approached Xuanshuang, it exploded into a cloud of black mist. Xuanshuang immediately embraced Qi Yao's waist, and took two steps back to avoid the cloud of mist.

"Cough cough cough—" Qi Yao coughed twice, and when he looked up again, there was no sign of the monster.

"Xuan Shuang," Qi Yao asked with a trembling voice, "Aren't we going after him?"

Xuan Shuang raised his sleeves and waved away the poisonous mist. The monster had already gone somewhere, and he shook his head: "We can't catch up."

All I could see was the wilderness, with shadows of trees, and I didn't know where the monster was hiding.

Xuan Shuang turned around and looked at Qi Yao who was holding his arm, his eyes were frightened and looked around, "How are you?"

"I'm fine..."

Sensing that Xuan Shuang was approaching him, Qi Yao's voice paused, the white robe came into his eyes, and the breath as refreshing as frost and snow came, and two cold and slender fingers stuck to the skin on the side of his neck.

Goosebumps appeared on Qi Yao's neck instantly, and his hands in his sleeves clenched into fists, almost losing his expression.

"You're hurt." Xuan Shuang's voice was low and deep, without any emotion.

"Ah..." Qi Yao stabilized his feet that were about to retreat. He pretended to have just reacted, and raised his hand to touch the side of his neck. As expected, he felt wet, and his fingers were stained with dark red blood. Qi Yao hissed lightly. In one breath, "..It hurts so much."

The wound was not deep, it was just a cut, and no bones were injured, but Qi Yao burst into tears, as if he was frightened by a monster, or as if his neck hurt.

Xuan Shuang withdrew her hand and looked around, the place is quiet and remote, with weeds growing around her feet, it seems that few people usually come here.

Xuan Shuang didn't seem to see his tears, turned around and walked to the market, "Why were you attracted here by monsters?"

Seeing this, Qi Yao had no choice but to wipe his face, put away his tears, and glanced at him nonchalantly, seeing that he seemed to be asking casually, not suspicious.

Qi Yao picked up the lantern that had fallen on the ground, and followed Xuan Shuang, intermittently explaining the encounter with the monster.

It's just that he concealed the fact that he took the bait on his own initiative, and the monster was almost killed by him.

Xuan Shuang didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry Xuanshuang.. I didn't know that child was a monster. If I had known, I would have ignored him." Qi Yao gave him a look with reddened eyes, and then lowered his head to look at the road under his feet. Trouble.."

"The monster is cunning, you don't need to blame yourself," Xuan Shuang said, "Be careful next time."

"Okay," Qi Yao nodded, showing a look of lingering fear, "That monster is so scary..."

Xuan Shuang suddenly paused, and turned to look at him when she thought of something, "The sword wound on Child Elder's abdomen was left by you?"

"Yes," Qi Yao's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, his thoughts turned back and forth, but his face still had that scared look on his face, "At that time..."

Xuan Shuang said: "Show me your sword."

Qi Yao blinked his eyelashes and didn't say anything. With a thought, the natal sword stored in the spiritual sea slowly appeared in front of the two of them.

Xuan Shuang saw that the sword was three feet and nine inches long, wider and thicker than ordinary swords, the patterns on it were complicated and simple, the sword energy was extremely sharp, the blade matched the wound on Child Elder's abdomen.

Qi Yao lowered his eyes, held his breath and tried hard to control the sword without revealing a trace of murderous aura.

"Qi'e..." Xuan Shuang read out the sword inscription.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the long sword that had been silent all this time suddenly glow red, and the buzzing of the sword body was even more intense than when he was facing the monster just now. The next moment, the sword rushed towards Xuanshuang!

Qi Yao was shocked, thinking that he had accidentally shown his murderous aura, and was about to raise his hand to recall the sword, but saw Xuan Shuang standing there and not dodging, the sword circled him three times, and the blade of the sword stuck to Xuan Shuang's The back of the hand seemed to please him, wanting him to hold the sword.

Xuan Shuang raised her eyes to look at Qi Yao, stretched out her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, a dazzling red light shone from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and the body of the sword trembled as if in joy.

"It..." Qi Yao restrained his expression, looked at Xuan Shuang who was staring at the sword and was lost in thought, and said joyfully, "I like you very much."

"The sword follows the master..." Xuan Shuang paused, returned the sword to Qi Yao, and did not say the rest.

"The mind is connected," Qi Yao narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, raised his hand to take his own sword, and whispered: "It likes you as much as I do."

Xuan Shuang didn't speak.

Qi Yao brought the sword into the spiritual sea, and Xuan Shuang asked, "Which one are you cultivating?"

Qi Yao glanced at him, "I used to be very timid. I lived in the mountains. I saw a lot of monsters. I almost died a few times. I tempered this natal sword to save my life... I practiced the way of killing demons."

Qi Yaoyue said that his head was lowered, as if he was ashamed. Others cultivated to pursue longevity, to pursue the Dao, or to slay demons and demons for the sake of the common people, but he did it to strengthen his courage and save his life.

Xuan Shuang stared at the hair spinning on the top of his head, and said after a while: "No matter what your heart is, since you can cultivate, it means that the heaven recognizes you."

Moreover, it is difficult to practice the way of swordsmanship against demons. Those who practice this way must have a firm mind and no distractions. Otherwise, they will easily fall into the way of demons. The more courageous you are, the more difficult it is to ascend after a hundred years of calamity.

The sword is a good sword, and the way of slaying demons is also good, but Qi Yao's cultivation and courage cannot match his sword and way.

Qi Yao raised his head when he heard the words, and the depression just now was swept away, his eyes were as bright as stars, "Really?"

Xuan Shuang nodded, "Since you have practiced the sword method of eliminating demons, you don't have to be afraid of encountering evil spirits in the future."

"Yeah." Seeing Xuan Shuang walking forward, Qi Yao turned to Xuan Shuang's side, remembering that night on the trail in the mountain inn, the monster who died under Xuan Shuang's sword immediately lost his soul, and he has never seen him in front of people since then. used a sword.

The man in black whom I met a few days ago called him "Jade Chen Lord", saying that he was surrounded by the cultivation world. Could it be that he was afraid that people would recognize his sword?

He seemed to tilt his head unintentionally and asked, "What about you, Xuanshuang, what kind of way do you cultivate?"

At this time, they were already approaching the market in Feiyun Town. The hustle and bustle was approaching. Xuan Shuang's eyes were cold. He raised his eyes and looked forward. Luo Jiutang and his party appeared in the crowd. He said, "Ruthless sword."

The beginning of the Three Thousand Ways, the pure and merciless way of the sword.

Qi Yao stared at Xuan Shuang who was walking towards Luo Jiutang and the others. The man had a slender neck and a thin and tall figure.

It turns out that he cultivated the way of ruthlessness, no wonder this person is like a fine porcelain, beautiful is beautiful, but cold and lifeless.

Sensing Luo Jiutang's gaze, Qi Yao restrained his expression, raised his foot and approached them, and heard Xuan Shuang's voice cold and clear: "Then...the demon is not entangled with me."

The author says:

Qi Yao: I testify, he lied!

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