The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Feng Qingluo calmed down and realized that these swords were not as fast as seen with the naked eye. The sword blades broke through the wind, and afterimages passed by. The sword force was endless, as if the sky was full of swords, and the sky was filled with swords. They are all killing moves, and the sky is filled with sword light.

Feng Qingluo's eyes flashed slightly. She discovered that when she was meditating, she could feel the sword's intention. The sword moved with her heart. When she was meditative, the power of the sword was infinite. Her internal strength also increased accordingly. The longer the meditative moment, the greater the power. .

He looked at the sword array, and the sword light sliced ​​through her white and tender skin. He felt heartbroken, but he was cruel at the same time.

Because he has experienced hundreds of battles, he knows best that the enemy will not be merciful to him.

On the other hand, Feng Qingluo, even though there were countless wounds on his body, even though the pain made his whole body tremble, he still just bit his lip and said nothing.

Even Xingxuan couldn't help but admire her stubbornness.

Slowly, Feng Qingluo endured the pain and began to adapt to the speed of the flying swords in the sword formation.

"Hey, I'm so powerful!"

She didn't know it, but it was as if she had changed into a different person, suddenly enlightened and able to learn everything instantly.

Unexpectedly, Xing Xuan is really capable, and he can actually teach such a useless person.

I couldn't help but look at him with admiration;

"not bad."

Xingxuan's tone was lukewarm, and he nodded in confirmation of her with relief.

Feng Qingluo didn't know what he meant.

The years in the mountains are easy to pass. Feng Qingluo is either practicing swordsmanship or studying spells every day, reciting spells, studying scriptures, meditating with Xingxuan, enlightening, gathering Qi and spirit.

No one came to disturb the two of them, and gradually the two of them got along harmoniously, not as tense as before.

That day, while meditating, Feng Qingluo looked absent-minded and always secretly opened his eyes to peek at Xingxuan.

Xingxuan, who was in trance, felt her gaze, opened his eyes and saw Feng Qingluo sneaking around. As soon as he looked back, she sat down on the ground in fright, pointed at Xingxuan, and stammered: "Xingxing... …Xuanxuanxuan, what’s wrong with you?”

Xingxuan ignored her, and Feng Qingluo became more and more panicked. Look! Look! He must be holding some tricks in his mind to deal with himself!

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice was trembling, and she looked at him in horror.

Xingxuan was dressed in a snow-white robe, with long dark hair hanging down around his waist. Xingxuan smiled helplessly and said, "Are you still so afraid of me?"

"Who is afraid of you?"

Feng Qingluo lowered his head, poked his fingers, and twisted around, not knowing what posture to take.

With a somewhat intoxicating smile on his unusually handsome face, he looked at Feng Qingluo who was making small movements: "If your heart is not calm, you can't practice; tell me! What else do you have to do?"

Feng Qingluo smiled flatteringly and kept rubbing his knees with his hands, "I haven't been practicing for a long time!"

"Ah."

"I've been doing pretty well lately, right?"

"Well, let's get to the point."

"Hehehe..." Feng Qingluo stretched out his crossed legs, turned to face him and said, "I'm just curious, just curious, and want to ask, if Kunlun Mountain is so big, there are only three people there!"

"..."

Xingxuan looked at her indifferently and said nothing.

Feng Qingluo said again: "There is no Xian'e. The immortal envoy helps clean up the house?"

"This is not Cang Qiong Mountain. I come from a humble background and am not that wealthy."

Xingxuan sneered.

"Uh uh... so boring."

"Quiet and easy to practice."

He said, closing his eyes again and continuing to meditate.

Feng Qingluo looked at him straightly, with no intention of meditating at all.

Xingxuan sighed helplessly and said, "What do you want?"

Is this still the same Xingxuan who talks about everything on Kunlun Mountain? He even asked others for their thoughts.

Feng Qingluo didn't care if he took the wrong medicine today, Qu Ying smiled and said: "I want to practice well, but I am just curious and want to see what those temples are?"

"Hmph..." Xingxuan took a long breath, straightened his clothes, and stood up.

Feng Qingluo immediately sat cross-legged, fearing that he would be displeased again, thinking of ways to torture himself.

Xingxuan stretched out his hand, but Feng Qingluo subconsciously dodged, thinking that he was going to attack again.

It wasn't until his hand stopped in front of her that Feng Qingluo slowly raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

"Why, don't you want to go and see it?" Xingxuan said in a low voice, looking at the scenery outside the door.

Feng Qingluo's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it really possible?"

"Forget it if you don't go." Xing Xuangang was about to take back his hand.

Feng Qingluo immediately put his hand on Xing Xuan's palm and said happily: "I want to go, I want to go."

I’m really tired these days, it’s good to take a break!

Xingxuan led her around every hilltop, and finally went to the Suzaku Hall.

She read the three characters "Suzaku Palace" in a low voice. As soon as I finished speaking, my arm started to hurt.

"Oh." She seemed to have thought of something. She looked at Xingxuan in surprise and said, "It's that woodpecker, your mount, the damn Suzaku."

Xing Xuan glanced at it lightly. If Zhiming was a woodpecker, then she must be the piece of wood.

"Who do you think deserves death? Who are you talking about?"

Zhi Ming rushed out unruly and asked.

Unruly and unruly, Xingxuan wisely took a step back and watched with cold eyes.

As expected, Feng Qingluo's nature is hard to change. She rolled up her sleeves with hatred and hatred and said: "You, a little Suzaku, dare to be disrespectful to me. Even Phoenix dare not show off like this in front of me."

"That means he has no future."

"Who has no future? I think you want to fight."

Feng Qingluo said as he used the Tianji Sword.

Xingxuan pinched the bridge of his nose and said nothing. Instead, he wanted to see Feng Qingluo's progress.

Zhi Ming sneered and said, "Sure enough, the beast is like a master."

He returned Taikoo's words intact to his master.

"Stop talking nonsense, I will settle the old and new accounts for you today."

As he spoke, Feng Qingluo swung his sword away. Zhi Ming formed a flaming sword to block her sword energy.

The moment Feng Qingluo's sword energy intertwined with Zhiming's fire sword, the entire space seemed to be shaken. The sword energy is like a dragon, and the fire sword is like a rainbow. The two forces collide in the air, and a silent contest fills the air.

Feng Qingluo's figure was like the wind, and he flashed to the left side of Zhi Ming in an instant. He swept across with his sword and brought up a cloud of dust. Zhi Mingxuan turned around, the fire sword danced, the blazing flames danced on the tip of the sword, and fought back towards Feng Qingluo like a fire dragon.

The two people's bodies were intertwined, and the sword energy and flames were intertwined. Their fight enveloped the entire courtyard in a fiery heat. Feng Qingluo's swordsmanship was as traceless as the wind, while Zhiming's fire sword was wild and uninhibited, and every collision was as fierce as sparks hitting the earth.

Feng Qingluo suddenly let out a long roar, and the internal energy in his body poured out like a river. Her sword energy instantly became sharper, slicing through the roaring fire sword and taking it straight to his throat. This blow seemed to put all the power into this sword, and a trace of surprise flashed in Zhi Ming's eyes.

Zhi Ming lowered his eyes and glanced at the sword in his throat, then swallowed.

Feng Qingluo smiled contemptuously and asked, "Do you accept it?"