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Chapter Fifty-seventh: The art of controlling the sword, ten thousand swords volleying in the air

Suddenly I heard the sound of drums in my ears, which became stronger and more intense, causing my cheeks to turn red and my ears to be slightly red.

Wang Li doesn't think twice and just "purify" it.

Immediately, my ears were quiet and my mind returned.

He glanced at the other person again, and there was nothing wrong with their eyes. He just felt that this woman was so beautiful, and then he lowered his head slightly and stood there peacefully.

Wang Kuo bowed his head and said cheerfully: "Senior sister, I have brought you this person, and I will ask you to take care of him in the future."

There was no expression on Li Hanzhen's face, but there was a flash of light in her eyes. She stared at Wang Li for a long time, then nodded lightly: "You go ahead."

Wang Kuo didn't think there was anything wrong. He grinned, patted Wang Li on the back of his head, and turned around to leave.

"Come with me."

There was a call from the stage, and Wang Li looked up, only to see that the other party had turned around and entered.

He quickly stepped to follow. As soon as he stepped onto the jade steps, he felt a strange spiritual energy pouring into his body from his feet. Slowly and slowly, a warm current quickly spread throughout his body.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly chased after the other party.

Within the Fairy Jade Palace, there is another incredibly beautiful scenery, which is completely natural and unique.

Not long after, the two of them entered the core of the palace: Hanzhen Palace.

The fonts on the plaque and the iron paintings with silver hooks fully show the sharp edge, the lingering charm of the Tao, and the deep meaning of the sword.

As soon as Fang caught his eye, Wang Li felt that his sword intention was also aroused, and he almost wanted to break out of his body, so he quickly looked away.

Upon entering, there is a scroll of portrait hanging in the middle. Although the paper is yellowed, it also shows more details. It is a picture of Lao Tzu riding an ox.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Wang Li has seen items related to the "Three Purities" at this time.

Li Hanzhen stepped forward to light incense and worship, then stood aside and looked at Wang Li.

Wang Li felt relieved and moved forward, imitating her movements to complete the incense offering. However, his mind remained pure throughout the process, without any thought.

Then, Li Hanzhen took him to the left and right sides, worshiped Yuqing and Shangqing respectively, and finally stopped in front of Shangqing.

Yuqing is a middle-aged man who is sitting upright, serious in speech and holding a jade in his hand, while Shangqing is a standing young man with a graceful demeanor, a smile on his face and a sword in his hand.

The aura of this Shangqing scroll made Wang Li feel a little familiar.

"Kneel down." Li Hanzhen faced Wang Li, his tone was clear and calm, and his voice was jade-like.

Wang Li did as he was told and knelt in front of the graceful Sage Shangqing.

He waited patiently for the other party's next instructions, but for a long time no sound came.

In a blink of an eye, he looked around and saw that Li Hanzhen's eyes were shining with platinum light, looking at his body from head to toe very carefully.

Wang Li didn't notice or sense it, after all, there was a huge gap between the two.

For a moment, the other party stopped and nodded slightly.

"Your talent is indeed not bad."

Wang Li: "Thank you!"

"But talent can't send you all the way to Wonderland."

Wang Li looked back.

Li Hanzhen: "Heavenly tribulation is a barrier of life and death, and the creatures born after birth cannot avoid it. Talent can only bring you closer to the catastrophe faster, but it cannot help you survive it."

"Disciple is taught." Wang Li nodded, and then asked: "What about the innate beings?"

"Nowadays, there are almost no innate beings. Cultivation and catastrophe can be regarded as the process of returning to innate nature. How much do you know about Shushan?" The topic changed a bit abruptly.

Wang Li shook his head gently: "We haven't had time to understand yet."

After going to Shushan, he did nothing but practice and be a Nezha, and he didn't have a chance to understand it thoroughly.

Li Hanzhen didn't take it seriously and spoke.

"Shushan Immortal Sect, the direct descendant of Taiqing, has a clear origin and is established in the micro-sphere of Yuqingqing. The first generation is the contemporary sect leader Li Lingxu, known as Lingxu Sword Immortal and Half-step Golden Immortal. For thousands of years, Shushan has been isolated and isolated

From Tianjian Mountain, there are twelve immortal mountains occupying a territory; there are one hundred thousand disciples, ten thousand gods, and hundreds of millions of mortals.

Remember it?"

Wang Li was stunned: Is this the end?

The amount of information is indeed not low. For example, Li Lingxu is actually the founder of the sect. This is unexpected. He originally thought that such a large-scale Immortal Sect in Shushan should have been passed down for many generations. Thinking about it the other way around, Li Lingxu

It seems reasonable to say that it has been ten thousand years since Shushan was founded.

However, this is too brief.

What has Shushan experienced over the past ten thousand years? What are the highlight moments? Who are the heroes of the sect? What are the glorious deeds?

Shouldn’t these be explained carefully to a new disciple?

Where is the corporate/sect culture?

However, Li Hanzhen just looked at him seriously without changing his expression.

Wang Li could only nod: "I remember."

"Okay, from now on, you will be my disciple."

Wang Li was silent for a moment, then bowed: "Disciple Wang Li, pay your respects to Master."

Then Li Hanzhen waved his long sleeve, and the two of them immediately came to the pavilion by the lake.

She sat in front of Wang Li, ignored Wang Li's surprise, and said: "You already have the breathing and gathering spirit technique, and your level is not low. There is no need to switch to another practice."

Wang Li nodded silently. In addition to breathing and gathering spirits, Wang Li also had wonderful footwork, body skills and even magical powers. He didn't want to change at all.

"The Master of Swordsmanship in Shushan has accumulated thousands of swordsmanship techniques over the years, which can be used in battles, assists, and fights. However, there are thousands of moves and endless physical uses, all of which have one technique as the core."

As she said this, she pointed her fingers into swords.

Wang Li suddenly heard a sword roar, and then a platinum flying sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The sharp edge was so sharp that it was piercing and painful.

"Swordsmanship." Li Hanzhen kept his tone without any emotion.

With a flick of the sword, the platinum sword quickly rotated around the king carp. The cold wind suddenly rose, making it difficult to distinguish the true shadow.

"The first level of sword control is based on Qi, with mind as the priority. It can attack at close range or attack from a distance. Where the mind is, where the spirit resides, it is easy to kill enemies from thousands of miles away. However, your cultivation is not enough, but your cultivation is acceptable.

But it cannot be measured thousands of miles away."

Wang Li sighed regretfully.

Cultivation of immortals and seeking immortality is his core pursuit. However, fighting is inevitable in this process, so combat skills must be learned and strengthened. The skill of taking a person's head with a sword for thousands of miles has been familiar to him in his previous life, but it is a pity that his current strength

Not allowed yet.

Li Hanzhen's eyes moved, and the platinum flying sword flew towards her. As it approached, her whole body immediately merged into the sword light with an indescribable moment.

Then, the platinum sword light flew past the side of his cheek, and he had no time to react. The sword light crossed the lake, pulling out a clear wave, and then suddenly turned and shot straight into the sky!

The sword light disappeared from sight in an instant.

After a breath, the sword light reappeared and fell into the pavilion at a speed that was difficult for him to understand.

Then, the human sword separated.

Li Hanzhen sat where he was, as if he had never left.

Before he had time to think about it, Li Hanzhen already spoke: "The human sword is one. The second level of sword control is that you can come and go with just one thought, and you can think vertically and horizontally, and you can attack even more. You can fly with a sword, thousands of miles in an instant."

Speaking of this, she glanced at Wang Li again.

Wang Li immediately put away his exclamation and said consciously: "I know that even if I combine my sword with my sword and fly thousands of miles in an instant, I can't do it."

Li Hanzhen paused and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Not bad."

Then, the platinum flying sword spun high into the sky.

This time, she glanced at Wang Li first, and then said: "The sword intention is solidified, and the Qi is moved with the intention. The sword light is divided, and the Qi is condensed into thousands. This is the third level of sword control, Ten Thousand Sword Techniques."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the platinum flying sword in the air flickering, creating two, two, three, and three, all things. Thousands of sword shadows appeared in almost the blink of an eye!

In a moment, thousands of swords fell like rain, one after another. The sword energy was strong and the attack was fierce, killing the generals like destroying the dead.

However, Wang Li did not see the shocking scene of the explosion in his imagination. The long sword fell and submerged lightly into the lake without causing any ripples, as if everything was an illusion.

He was obviously just thinking this, but he saw a sword shadow suddenly turned and rushed towards him, passing by the side of his neck in an instant.

Wang Li only felt a slight chill on his neck.

He raised his hand and touched it, and saw that his fingertips were stained with blood.

Looking at Li Hanzhen again, his eyes were like autumn water, and his smile was deeply hidden.
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