knife--

When Qingge heard this, he took out the Ming Wang sword without thinking and put it in Jiang Ling'er's hand.

"Have you learned swordsmanship before?" Qingge asked.

Jiang Ling'er's face was still covered with a cold black mask, and her eye wings as thick as a palm fan were trembling slightly. Jiang Ling'er raised her eyelids and looked at Qingge.

Jiang Ling'er shook her head, "I haven't learned it."

The Ming King's sword is very heavy, and Jiang Ling'er can't hold it even with both hands.

Jiang Ling'er was very surprised. Such a heavy knife seemed so light in her hands.

In a moment, you can kill people and destroy the country.

In an instant, you can hide millions of corpses and bleed thousands of miles away.

...

"I'll teach you."

Qingge smiled softly.

She approached Jiang Ling'er, stood behind Jiang Ling'er, held Jiang Ling'er's hand holding the knife, and approached Jiang Ling'er, and said slowly: "Compared with other weapons, the knife seems to be more bulky, but in fact, the people who love the knife are mostly paranoid and stubborn people. For most swordsmen, the knife is a kind of faith, not a stepping stone for promotion. The knife is more important than power. You must make every knife go out and you can break the sky and open the mountain. When you reach this point, it is the swordsman's entry into the house. To become a real swordsman, you must understand the knife and achieve the state of unity of the sword and man with the knife in front of you."

People who cultivate swords, unlike swords, spears, halberds and hammers, need noble talents, but only need persistent belief in swords.

Jiang Ling'er looked dazed and looked at the Mingwang sword in front of her in a daze.

Qingge held her hand, she held the Mingwang sword, and made simple moves on the fifth floor of the Lotus Realm.

From a distance, the golden halo was blooming, the lotus was fog, and only the shadows of the two were left moving.

Blade light and shadow.

At this moment, Jiang Ling'er smiled and firmly believed that she would become a powerful swordsman one day.

She fell in love with the knife.

The moment she held the Ming King's sword, she seemed to have found a destiny bond.

In the spiritual world, Feng Qi dragged her slender fingers on her cheeks. At this moment, there was no noble and extraordinary posture of the queen, who was like a resentful woman who was invaded into the cold palace.

Feng Qi's sad gaze was staring fiercely at Qingge through the parallel spiritual world.

He dared to convey his feelings to the little hoof next to her in front of her!

Feng Qi groaned and turned his face away.

Jiang Ling'er, the number one enemy!

Jiang Ling'er, who was practicing swordsmanship with Qingge, suddenly sneezes. Jiang Ling'er looked around the Lotus Realm in a daze. Why did she sneeze again?

Qingge frowned. Now, not only Feng Qi can understand her thinking, but she can also feel what Feng Qi thinks.

Qingge swallowed his saliva suddenly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

The man and woman who listen to the emperor have an indescribable relationship with the Snow Girl.

Could it be that my love affair over time and my grandparents love her?

Qingge's eyes trembled slightly, and two crimson blemishes suddenly climbed on both sides of her cheeks.

Lily or something, isn't it too shameful?

Qingge shivered. If Xiao Yueyue discovered it, she would be furious.

Why.

She is born with beauty and is hard to give up on herself, so she blames her for sinking fish and falling geese and shy flowers.

...

Feng Qi saw Qingge becoming more and more narcissistic, and she got goose bumps in her body, "You stinky girl are thinking about something, I haven't eaten to this point yet." Feng Qi said disgusted.

After a change of topic, Feng Qi was very proud: "Besides, it is your honor to be favored by my husband."

Qingge's mouth twitched, no longer caring about the narcissistic Feng Qi, and continued to calm down and teach Jiang Ling'er how to sword skills.

Every swordsman has faith in his heart.

Spiritual master practitioners should comprehend the state of mind, while swordsmen should also comprehend the swordsmen's conduct.

The swordsmanship that everyone understands is different.

Yu Qingge said that the knife was her comrade-in-arms. She drank with her, killed people, ran together, and was born with blood.

She told Jiang Ling'er unreservedly about the swordsmanship she had learned.

For a novice swordsman who is only a beginner, being able to get the swordsmanship of his seniors or even explain it personally is tantamount to glory and a shortcut.

Jiang Ling'er looked at Qingge gratefully.

The love in the world is like a person who knows the warmth and coldness of water.

Repay for kindness, and give me favor to heaven and earth.

Jiang Ling'er looked at Qingge's perfectly contoured side face, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind.

"I will teach you both the entry-level swordsmanship and sword skills. Now let me see your swordsmanship."

Qingge sat cross-legged on the side, waiting for Jiang Ling'er to show it.

She wanted to see if Jiang Ling'er was suitable for a knife.

Jiang Ling'er nodded, held the Mingwang sword, tapped the ground with her feet, and was as light as a swallow.

The body was light and flipped in the air. When he turned over a few times, the Ming Wang sword in his hand was simple and rough.

Her legs suddenly split to both sides, and when her body fell down vertically and quickly, Jiang Ling'er raised the Mingwang sword with both hands higher than the top of her head, and then slashed it down suddenly.

The moment the Ming King's sword was slashed, Feng Qi's eyes in the spiritual world narrowed their eyes and flashed inexplicably.

Qingge, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly stood up and looked at Jiang Ling'er nervously.

But when Jiang Ling'er was chopping the knife, the blade trembled, the knife kept ringing, and a roar sounded, and a huge beast rushed out of the knife.

It was the head of a beast, with a bloody mouth opened, a fierce roar, and a sound broke through the sky.

This beast was the ancient Ming King and was the most terrifying beast at that time.

Jiang Ling'er screamed, and the tiger's mouth was very numb. The sense of force from the Ming King's sword penetrated through Jiang Ling'er's body, causing Jiang Ling'er's internal organs to tremble.

Jiang Ling'er fell to the ground without holding the Mingwang sword. With a clanging sound, the Mingwang sword fell to the ground.

At the same time, the ferocious beast that shot out from the Ming King's sword disappeared.

Qingge hurriedly walked to Jiang Ling'er, with his palms pressed behind Jiang Ling'er, and the healing power of the snow spirit beads like waves from the sea passed through Jiang Ling'er's body at a slow speed, protecting Jiang Ling'er's internal organs in time, stabilizing the energy fluctuations that rushed out of the mouth of the ferocious beast.

Qingge's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Jiang Ling'er in complexity.

Her talent in the Mingwang Sword can be said to be unattainable.

She is good at swords and bows, among which, bows are Wuji bow gods, but she knows that bows' talents come from Fengqi who lives in her body.

Qingge did not smug because of Wuji bow god, because that was not her talent.

Only the sword was the merit she obtained after several years of fighting in all directions and meditation during her meditation.

She had never summoned the Ming King beast.

Never.

Her swordsmanship has always been at this level.

Her Mingwang sword can only enter another swordsman realm when she can summon Mingwang at any time.

Qingge grinned.

A new understanding of swordsmanship is-

Giving someone a rose will leave a fragrance on your hands.

If she had not given her swordsmanship generously, she would not have been able to see the fierce beast of the Ming King from Jiang Ling'er's swordsmanship.

Feng Qi smiled and said, "Things in the world are really interesting. From now on, a young sword king is about to be born."

This sword king is a light song.

"No, they are two sword kings." Feng Qi said again.

Jiang Ling'er's understanding of the sword also shocked her quite.

Feng Qi shook his head and sighed: "There are talents in the country and the country, and the future is old." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!