Many thoughts gathered together, and the image of watching Lin Qingying practice swordplay during these days appeared in Li Hao's mind.

That graceful figure dances in my mind.

Li Hao's mind completely calmed down, and his eyes became focused and solemn.

The small flaws I saw during those periods of sword practice were integrated into my heart at this moment, and they were also brought to the tip of my pen from my mind.

He studied the ink, picked up the pen, and put the ink on the paper. A beautiful woman appeared on the white paper and danced gracefully.

His sword posture is like a god, his eyes are like a clear lake, and his whole body contains the most gentle swordsmanship.

Under Li Hao's pen and ink, the sword's meaning is more pure and soft, like a puddle of clear water or like swaying raindrops.

The meaning of the sword is like cotton, the edge of the sword is like a line, and the posture is like a rippling wave. The offensive changes are invisible, impossible to spy on, and impossible to figure out!

As the first painting ended, Li Hao took off the painting paper and hung it in the air, followed by the second and third paintings.

The three paintings were all completed in succession, taking a total of three hours.

With the completion of three paintings, Li Hao's painting experience has also increased to a total of 70,000 experience points, which is much closer to the one million experience mark.

Returning from the intoxicated thoughts, Li Hao looked at the woman who was still sitting cross-legged and studying the sword in the courtyard, put the three paintings in her hand in front of her, and said:

"Here are three paintings for you, you can look at them."

After saying that, he stood up, put away his drawing board and ink, and returned to his small courtyard.

Lin Qingying opened her eyes and looked at the three scrolls floating in front of her. Her eyes fell on the first painting. When she saw the woman dancing on the white paper, she felt her heart tremble.

When the eyes are focused on the top, the woman in front of her seems to have descended from the painting into reality. She is swinging a sword gracefully in front of her eyes, with a round posture, and every move of the sword has a light and soft beauty.

She suddenly remembered that she had practiced like this before, but that was half a month ago.

And the posture I practiced at that time seemed not as perfect as the one in this painting.

Lin Qingying was stunned, her thoughts were drawn by the sword in the painting, and she was immersed in it.

After practicing the swordsmanship in the painting, Lin Qingying suddenly felt a sense of understanding. She realized where her shortcomings were.

She was a little shocked that the other party could actually see the flaws in her sword intention and draw them!

And there are three paintings?

Lin Qingying's eyes moved, and she refrained from practicing immediately, but continued to watch the second picture.

The graceful sword-practicing stance in the second painting was from a week ago.

Lin Qingying stared at it carefully for a long time before she understood and absorbed it. Her expression became complicated. This second painting also complemented her sword intention.

Her eyes fell on the third painting. Besides her, there was a vague figure on it. Lin Qingying recognized it at a glance. This was the scene of the previous battle with the Dragon-Slaying Son.

At this moment, the battle seemed to be replaying before my eyes.

But this time, the woman in the painting used her sword very decisively. When the opponent exploded with the dharma of heaven and earth, she just wiped out his dharma and defeated his true form with just one sword move, making no sound!

So soft!

What is the softest thing? Soft as water, as soft as air, so soft that it can be found everywhere!

The meaning of the sword is endless, scattered in all things, and condensed from all things!

Lin Qingying's eyes showed a trance, and for a moment, the blood all over her body seemed to boil and burn, and she felt an uncontrollable excitement.

This is the perfect and gentle sword intention, the great sword intention!

She quickly turned her head to look at Li Hao, but saw that he was no longer in the place where he usually sat.

Lin Qingying suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if time had passed and could not be captured.

This feeling made Lin Qingying lose her mind for a moment, but soon her thoughts dispersed and she found that in Li Hao's small courtyard, he was sitting in the courtyard carving, as usual.

Lin Qingying's tense heartstrings quietly relaxed again at this moment.

She stared deeply, and at this moment, she had already faintly realized that the Qingfeng she had picked up was anything but simple.

Lin Qingying withdrew her thoughts and carefully put away the three scrolls in front of her. This time she was extra serious, rolled up the scrolls, and put them into the space of heaven and earth.

Of the three paintings, two were of her daily sword practice. Lin Qingying bit her lower lip slightly and her eyes flickered, but soon her thoughts focused on her sword.

The Dacheng Sword Intent appeared in her mind, and the sword in her hand began to dance again.

As a saint-level prodigy, she has extremely high talent in swordsmanship. Now that she has been given some tips, she has mastered it very quickly.

Moreover, the drawing points are easier to understand than the master's teachings, which is equivalent to a step-by-step teaching.

In the courtyard, the sword intention rises like the wind and stops like the wind.

Weeds are floating, fallen leaves are rolling, and what is blowing in the wind may be more than just swords...

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The decisive battle for the top 16 begins.

The seats outside the venue were still packed. All the outer disciples rushed to the venue in advance, and the tens of thousands of inner disciples were also sitting quietly in the audience. They had all finished their battles and obtained their final rankings. There were also many differences in this contest.

Gain less.

Now, the battle between the sixteen strongest geniuses in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land will definitely bring about a luxurious and ultimate swordsmanship feast.

The battles at the Saint Child level are basically in the Five Extremes realm, so when the extreme realms are the same, the comparison is between Dao realm and swordsmanship.

Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and other alchemists to the floating seat. The battle between the top 16 had not yet begun, but the atmosphere was already extremely heated.

Li Hao looked at Lin Qingying, who was standing quietly on the holy platform, and saw his still eyes, knowing that his picture scroll had been absorbed by him.

"It's been a tough battle today. I hope Qingying's luck won't be too bad and she won't encounter those troublesome guys right from the start."

Shi Huajin looked worried.

Because of Lin Shanhai's relationship, they all preferred Lin Qingying to win.

But the first place is suppressed by Holy Son Haoyue. If you want to win the first place, you must cross this high mountain.

The rest of the rankings are more promising and more intense.

"As long as you rank among the top ten, you will get the incense of a hundred cities; if you get first place, you will get the incense of a country!"

A look of worry appeared in Lin Shanhai's eyes. Incense is the key to becoming a saint, and this competition must be fierce.

Moreover, this incense is not a one-time reward, but will also be enshrined in the rewarded area!

On the holy platform, more than a dozen saints and saints stood quietly, all with extraordinary grace and unique temperament. They seemed to be together, but they all seemed to be independent.

The Dragon-Slaying Holy Son looked at Lin Qingying with a fighting spirit in his eyes. He had been defeated before and wanted to meet him again today and have a good fight.

Soon, with the arrival of the Sword Master, the Law of Chaos involved everyone's tokens and arranged them in disorder.

Everyone's opponents were quickly matched.

"Um?"

When Qiu Wuhen saw that his opponent was actually Holy Son of Haoyue, he frowned slightly, but soon returned to normal.

Others also noticed that Qiu Wuhen was unlucky and got the Holy Son of Haoyue.

This also made many people breathe a sigh of relief. Although they did not think that they would definitely lose to the opponent, if they met in the final, they could fight as much as they wanted, but they did not want to meet them early.

At the same time, Holy Son of Dragon Slayer also saw that his opponent was not Lin Qingying, but another Holy Son of Ziyang, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Lin Qingying also looked up and saw that her opponent was actually the sword master himself.

Her eyes flickered slightly and she turned around to look. At the same time, another woman in snow clothes also looked towards her. Two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other and then looked away.

"Disciple, Holy Son Haoyue's Sun and Moon Sword Technique is more restrained against you. Please be careful and reserve your strength to fight again later."

In Qiu Wuhen's mind, his master's voice came.

Qiu Wuhen was slightly silent and did not respond. Give in? But he wanted to try.

Perhaps in an extreme dilemma, one can gain insight into the shortcomings of the sword's will and enter the Tao more quickly.

Soon, the first battle began.

There is only one battlefield arena today, not three arenas starting at the same time, which also makes the entire audience focus on one place.

The first battle was between Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen.

Li Hao saw that this fishing friend actually got the Holy Son of Haoyue, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

He also saw the swordsmanship of Holy Son Haoyue yesterday. It was indeed very strong. It was obviously a step better than what other saints showed. It had already been accomplished, and it was an extremely strong sword intent!

Of course, unless others are hiding their clumsiness, judging from the current situation, based on sword intent alone, the other party should be number one.

On the field, Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen both landed in it.

"A sword with thousands of threads is nothing more than a steady drizzle in front of the sun, moon, heaven and earth. Your sword is restrained by me. You are no match for me. Just admit defeat."

Holy Son Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, but his expression was calm and calm, as if he was recounting a fact without any arrogance.

Qiu Wuhen's expression was not too troubled, and he just said calmly:

"A drop of water can penetrate a stone, a drizzle can cover the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, and a spring curtain can cover all things. How can you know which one is strong and which one is weak if you don't try?"

"Do you want to practice my sword power? I'm afraid you won't have the chance."
To be continued...