Si Xueyi was slightly startled when she heard the name.
Nine hundred years ago, Master Kuiyang was a famous swordsmith in the world, but now I heard this name again.
"I have heard of the name of the Immortal Burial Sword, and Master Kuiyang is even more familiar with it. Even if this sword is a replica, its value is unimaginable."
"I'm afraid it's several times stronger than the Qingshuang Sword."
After Si Xueyi took the Immortal Burial Sword, he gently touched the sword and couldn't help but admire it.
Holy Lord Yanmiao showed a happy expression. She specially chose this sword for Si Xueyi. She was quite pleased that the other party was so knowledgeable.
Si Xueyi raised his head and said, "Does the authentic Immortal Burial Sword have an owner now?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao shook his head: "No, but if you can successfully promote the Immortal Burial Sword to a holy weapon, according to Master Kuiyang, it is possible to have a connection with the Immortal Burial Ancient Sword and then get clues to its ancient sword."
"But no one has succeeded so far, and once it fails, the sword will be destroyed and become a piece of scrap metal."
Si Xueyi suddenly said: "The Ancient Immortal Burial Sword can pull the secrets of heaven and has been created by heaven. As long as the imitation can match one or two tenths of its rhyme, it will have the opportunity to peek into the secrets of heaven and seize its blessings. Master Kuiyang is really good at it."
Saint Lord Yanmiao's eyes lit up and he was surprised, this Si Xueyi knew a lot.
She couldn't help but said: "You are worthy of being the leader of the Hidden World family. You can only know the secrets of this world so clearly."
Si Xueyi looked slightly startled, when did I become a disciple of the Hidden World Family?
Is this the information that Tianshu Tower is looking for?
Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled and said: "Si Xueyi, you don't need to worry about it. The Holy Court does not mind where the disciples come from. In the past, there were precedents of hidden disciples practicing in the Court and even being promoted to Holy Elders."
Si Xueyi smiled and said nothing.
It's okay to be a reclusive disciple, at least he doesn't have to make up his origins.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems, not bad?
Holy Lord Yanmiao pinched his chin and said: "You were famous for your marksmanship before you were admitted to the hospital, but now you want a sword. Could it be that the martial arts in the mythical jade slip is a swordsmanship?"
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "You can say that."
A look of pride flashed in the eyes of Holy Lord Yanmiao, and she was happy that her guess was correct. She continued: "The will of the divine dragon can transform all things. There will be no hindrance to your practice of swordsmanship. You can meet the banished immortal at some time."
He has the style of a swordsman."
Si Xueyi said: "Relegated to immortal?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao covered his mouth and smiled and said: "Yes, when you took down the mythical jade slip that day, all the beasts roared together, and the auspiciousness was boundless. Your style was unparalleled and stunning in all directions."
"At that time, the leader laughed and said that there was actually a banished immortal in our holy courtyard. Somehow this word got out. Now three days have passed, and all the elders in the holy realm in the courtyard think that you have the ability to banish immortals. You are now a famous little
Are you happy now that you have been banished to immortality?"
Si Xueyi opened her mouth and smiled.
This made him really don't know how to say it.
Looking back nine hundred years later, my old friend called me to banish me to an immortal.
I would rather say that he is the reincarnation of an immortal than recognize that he is Si Xueyi from nine hundred years ago.
But it's understandable.
Nine hundred years later, Si Xueyi's appearance, body, temperament and voice have all changed.
But now that Si Xueyi has the Qilin Jade Pendant, he is unwilling to give in. He must see him.
Si Xueyi thought about it and said: "Speaking of which, the Holy Inheritance Ceremony three days ago was thanks to the leader's help in rescuing the siege. Otherwise, I don't know what the consequences would have been. I really want to express my gratitude to the leader in person. Can Saint Lord Yanmiao help me with this?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao frowned slightly and said softly: "The leader has a cold personality and hardly sees outsiders, especially men... The most important thing is that the leader is indeed very busy and does not necessarily have this time."
Si Xueyi stepped forward and said: "Good sister, please help me once. If I don't thank you in person, I will feel guilty and find it difficult to let go."
Taking this step forward, Si Xueyi was almost in front of Holy Lord Yanmiao.
The latter looked up and saw that Si Xueyi's face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like stars, his eyes were bright and his teeth were white. His mind wandered for a moment, and his face couldn't help but turn a little rosy.
Seeing this, Si Xueyi quickly backed away and said, "I'm sorry, I'm rude. But every word I said is true. If I can't let go, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
Holy Lord Yanmiao took a deep breath, and then sighed softly: "That's all, I'll help you once, but if you believe me, you will definitely regret it. You can never blame me in the future."
Si Xueyi cupped her hands and said, "Thank you, Holy Lord."
Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled and said: "I just called you a good sister, now you call me Holy Lord? It's really interesting to banish me to an immortal."
Si Xueyi smiled sarcastically, not knowing how to answer for a moment and looking slightly embarrassed.
"I'm kidding you, little banished immortal, just wait for my news."
Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled. She had a good impression of Si Xueyi. She smiled brightly and drifted away.
"Your hard work pays off!"
Si Xueyi clenched her fists and looked excited.
After returning to Shuanglei Courtyard, Si Xueyi calmed down.
"According to Saint Lord Yanmiao, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the first one in a short time. Just wait, it's been nine hundred years, and it won't be long before this time and a half."
A smile appeared on Si Xueyi's face, she was heading in a good direction after all.
"Practice your sword, you can't live up to the Immortal Burial Sword of Saint Lord Yan Miao."
Si Xueyi pulled out the Immortal Burial Sword, and wow, the sword appeared like a silver bolt.
The sword light was so dazzling that it made Si Xueyi squint slightly.
After he got used to it, he placed the sword in front of his eyes. The sword was like a snow-white smooth mirror, reflecting half of his handsome face.
"handsome."
Si Xueyi made a pun and praised the Immortal Burial Sword, while also praising himself.
"Give it a try."
In the martial arts arena, Si Xueyi was dancing with a sword. As long as he exerted slight force, the sword would emit a dazzling silver light.
The world in all directions was illuminated by the light of the sword, flickering in and out, the sword glow was swallowing the sword, and the sharp sword wind whistled non-stop.
Click, click, click!
The blade was so sharp that it seemed like it could cut through the air.
Si Xueyi's heart moved, and he raised his sword and rolled it up fiercely.
Many spiritual soldiers who visited the weapon racks in the martial arts arena flew out, and with a flash of silver light, the Immortal Burial Sword cut all these spiritual weapons in half.
Extremely silky smooth, without any obstruction.
Swish, brush, brush!
The sword light shone, and these spiritual soldiers were cut into pieces like tofu. The sharpness of the sword blade was jaw-dropping.
Si Xueyi shook her wrist and danced with sword flowers, then stepped back step by step.
The power of the sword continued to accumulate at this moment, and when it reached its peak, Si Xueyi released the will of the dragon.
Buzz!
The moment the divine dragon's will combined with the force of the sword, it immediately transformed into the divine dragon's sword intent, and the sound of the sword pierced the sky.
The sword flowers overlapped at this moment. Si Xueyi pointed his sword at the sky, and a ten-foot-long sword light roared away.
The clouds in the sky were cut in half by the rising sword, which was so powerful that it was astonishing.
"Awesome, this is really a good sword."
Si Xueyi couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. The more she looked at the Immortal Burial Sword, the more she liked it.
A good horse must be matched with a good saddle, and the Qilin Swordsmanship must be matched with the Immortal Sword.
Next, Si Xueyi began to formally practice Qilin Sword Technique.
This sword technique only has five moves according to the sword's strength, namely wind unicorn, fire unicorn, water unicorn, thunder unicorn, and the only holy unicorn.
However, each move has one hundred and eight variations, which is equivalent to a set of small sword techniques, allowing the corresponding sword power to be brought into full play.
The fusion of the four images is the most powerful Holy Qilin Sword Power, which allows the power of Qilin to truly and perfectly bloom.
"This sword technique is really complex, but it is indeed powerful enough."
Si Xueyi placed the jade slip between her eyebrows, and after a moment of meditation, she started practicing on the martial arts field.
"Wind Qilin!"
Si Xueyi's thoughts moved slightly, and in an instant, the mark of Qilin condensed in his palm.
The Kirin power contained in the mark is divided into two streams, one flowing along the palm of the hand and filling the sword body, and the other flowing along the arm filling the whole body.
boom!
Si Xueyi rose into the air. He felt that his body had become extremely light, and his movement speed was unimaginable.
When the sword light was waved, the terrifying sword power melted into the invisible wind, so fast that it was unimaginable.
"This is really magical, but Feng Qilin's sword power shouldn't be simply fast."
Si Xueyi's eyes flashed brightly, and his mind was completely immersed in this swordsmanship.
Unknowingly, night fell.
Under the starry sky of the Holy Court, a white streak passed by, and the moon ice cloud fell on the Wangyue Palace on Qianqiu Mountain.
The inside of Wangyue Hall is cool and quiet, with a pool standing in the center.
There are many white papers scattered on the smooth, mirror-like ground. Various ancient characters are written on the white papers, and each word contains the charm of heaven and earth.
Yue Bingyun hurriedly came to the top, with pen, ink, paper and inkstones already prepared.
She began to write, word by word.
There are thousands of words in the world, and each word has a different way of writing. The Taoist rhymes among them are ever-changing.
One hundred thousand paths and three thousand avenues are all flickering under Yue Bingyun's pen.
Not long after, the beautiful and melodious sound of the avenue resounded in the Wangyue Hall, and circles of ripples appeared on the central pool.
This is Tianxin Pool, which has many wonderful uses.
It can not only see one's own mind, but also connect with the space formation to peer into the entire Tianxu Holy City.
If used in conjunction with the Yuantian Ancestral Mirror, many mythical secret realms in the Pure Land of Tianxu can be seen clearly.
"The sound of the avenue."
Outside Wangyue Palace, the Holy Lord Yanmiao whispered something.
When this voice sounded, she knew that the leader was writing about martial arts. She had heard it countless times.
After a long time, when the bright moon had disappeared, Holy Lord Yanmiao began to count silently in his heart.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
When the count reached one, the sound of the avenue suddenly stopped.
Phew!
On the long writing desk in front of Wangyue Hall, the unfinished words on the white paper were stained with eye-catching and messy bright red blood.
Yue Bingyun's face was paler than paper, and there was a hint of sadness in her deep eyes.
She stared blankly at the white paper in front of her, on which was an unfinished love word.
She has been at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm for many years, and all her words have become transparent and perfect, connecting heaven and earth to reveal their meaning.
Only the word love!
Love is an indifferent bow. Nine hundred years ago, someone stretched the bow and pulled the string. The arrow hit his heart and he could no longer pull it out.
Her heart was broken in two, half in herself and half in that person.
Destiny turns into an erected wall, one heart is outside the wall, and the other heart is outside the wall, and they will never be able to meet each other.
Time picked up layers of soil and buried the bright moon with endless lovesickness.
From Wangyue Hall, you can't see the moon that shone on the two people.
Yue Bingyun couldn't write a complete word about love.