Li Qingshan's divine thoughts were like flowing water, and he followed the demonic energy into the flying dragon sword.

Suddenly, a world appeared before my eyes, and countless phantoms stood in my hands, holding countless flying dragon swords, dancing in the void. Challenge, stab, chop, and slash, and countless exquisite sword techniques to form a magnificent sword technique unique to the flying dragon sword.

The reason why the famous swords in the Cangjian Palace are precious is not only because of their powerful power, but also because of their power inheritance of the Cangjian Palace.

These phantoms are the understanding and intention of swordsmanship by the Flying Dragon Sword Masters of all dynasties. Compared with the mysterious sword intent of the Sanjue Shu, they are clearer and easier to comprehend.

Deep in Li Qingshan's eyes, sword lights crisscrossed. He nodded slightly from time to time, as if he had gained something. After a long time, he took back his mind and integrated the sword skills, and felt that he had gained a lot.

"But I don't need so many sounds!"

The rolling demonic energy spread in the world in the sword, countless phantoms disappeared, and finally merged into one person. It was the demonized Li Qingshan's self, which was more solid than any shadow in the past. He gently waved the flying dragon sword.

"Clang", the chain of demon-suppressing chains broke inch by inch, and the flying dragon sword emitted a long dragon roar. The overall shape changed drastically, and the straight blade became curved, covered with a layer of thin dragon scales, with a ferocious aura.

The golden light is no longer there, the faint light flows, like a dragon or a sword!

It is obvious that it is a magic weapon. If it were not for someone who was very familiar with the Flying Dragon Sword, it would never be possible to connect the two.

Li Qingshan stroked his fingertips across the dragon's spine, and the sword tip sang softly, becoming obedient. He danced slowly, and his movements were extremely slow. The sword light wandered around him like a dragon, smooth and mysterious.

But in terms of the degree of fit between man and sword, even the Feilong Elder was a little worse. They were in harmony with each other, like an extension of their limbs.

"From today, you will be called the Demon Dragon!"

...

Fragrant Flower Market.

Xianghuaman was soaking in the hot spring in a bound manner. In the storm of steaming smoke, a figure came and called out her name: "Xianghuaman!"

It was a woman's voice, very beautiful, but a little cold, like the sound of metal and stone.

"Who?"

Xianghuaman jumped up from the water, slashed out with her palm, and layers of mist dissipated. A woman in white with a cold expression stood there. She turned a blind eye to the energy coming from her face.

But Xiang Huaman was shocked when she saw the clothes she was wearing. Her right hand twisted suddenly. The energy flew past the woman, and a loud bang, splitting a wall.

The woman embroidered the lotus collar and floated slightly.

"Which master of the White Lotus Sect is asked?"

Xianghua Mandao, that was the costume of the White Lotus Sect’s master. She usually couldn’t even see an altar master here, so how could the White Lotus Master come here?

"Qingbo Hall!"

"It turns out that the master of the stone hall is here. I have misfortune and I hope to forgive myself. Please let me change my clothes!"

Xiang Huaman was shocked. She had also heard of Qingbo Hall's name, or infamous name, which made her frightened. The reputation that the leader of Qingbo Hall Shi Ji made in three years was too loud. If she was evil, Xianghua would have the disaster of extermination.

"No need, that's fine. I'm here to investigate the matter of Ziliantan!" Shi Ji stood with her hands behind her back and said coldly.

"What happened to Zilian Temple!" Xiang Huaman's heart sterned.

...

Three months later, Li Qingshan stepped out of the cave, and the sunlight shone among the leaves, like stars. He raised his right hand and a hideous demon dragon wrapped around his wrist.

Three months of practice are not enough to fully exert the power of the sixth level of "Demonic Chart", but it is almost done. In addition, this magic dragon sword has recovered its strength.

"Congratulations to you, sir!" "A Yue!" Xianghuazi and Xianghualu came.

"How did you make up your story?"

"As long as there is no detailed investigation, there will be no loopholes!" Xianghuazi said confidently.

"Then go and verify it!"

Li Qingshan unfolded the "Fuzhou Fangcun Map" and found the Lotus Peak where the White Lotus Sect's headquarters was located. With a wave of his hand, the clouds and mist rose and ran away.

The Lotus Peak appeared on the horizon, like a lotus that was about to bloom, radiating white light, illuminating the night sky.

"She's here!"

Li Qingshan looked at the lotus from afar, lowered the clouds, and walked instead, and rushed to the bottom of the Lotus Peak under the night.

Things went smoother than he thought. Even the prepared set of rhetoric was useless and they were put in, which was easier than entering the magic circle of Zilian Altar.

This is due to a kind of confidence. Even if the Snake God leader dares to enter the White Lotus Sect's headquarters, he will not be able to enter or exit!

Xianghua Zi reported Xianghuahong's name, but a strange man with a cold expression came, and asked, "Are you disciples who escaped from Zilian Hall?"

"yes!"

"Follow me!" The man turned around and walked up the mountain.

"My brother, where are we going?"

"I'll know when I'm here!"

Walking along the mountain road, the fragrant flowers and the fragrant flowers are both worried, and subconsciously leaning against Li Qingshan. Soon, I came to a building. The three big words "Qingbotang" were engraved on a large stone in front of the door, and were held up by a lotus.

"Qingbo Hall!" Xiang Huazi said in a lost voice, a hint of fear appeared on her face.

Li Qingshan thought to himself that there are quite a few people in Qingbotang, but if anyone who has not seen her with his own eyes determines it, even if he knows it, there will be no one.

"Our hall mainly meets you, ask about Ziliantan. When you go in and speak carefully, if you dare to be disrespectful..." A trace of murderous intent flashed in the man's eyes.

Xianghua Zi hurriedly said, "I dare not!"

He passed through the hall and came to a quiet house behind. The man saluted respectfully: "Master, I have brought you!"

"As the heart!"

These two words were almost blurted out. Li Qingshan looked straight at the woman in white. Who else could there be except Ruxin? But Ruxin seemed to be unable to recognize him, and her expression was indifferent.

"Bold!" The man shouted softly, and Li Qingshan saluted like the fragrant flower purple and fragrant flower green: "Jin Zizi Ayue, a disciple of Zilian Temple, greeted the master!"

"You go down first!" Ruxin waved her hand, and without looking at Li Qingshan, she came to Xianghuazi and Xianghualu, pressed her hand on their shoulders, and said softly: "Your mother, tell me everything, there are spies in Zilian Temple, are you?"

"We are not spies!" Xiang Hua Zi shouted in vain. Under that sense of oppression, she could not maintain her calmness and she couldn't help but raise her voice. Xiang Hua Green couldn't say a word.

"Then it's you!" Ruxin glanced at Li Qingshan.

"Yes, it's me!" Li Qingshan suddenly turned into red hair and red eyes, and looked at Ru Xin with a burning look.
Chapter completed!