Looking at the returning sword shadow, mu Qingxiao didn't dare to underestimate it. He bent his fingers and flicked a bullet. Countless sword shadows collided in the air, ringing through the air with spark and sword sound.

While removing the impact, mu Qingxiao was surprised and said, "the stars change!"

No wonder he would be surprised. He is familiar with the changing stars. He has specially studied this move for some time. It is the unique skill of Suzhou Murong family.

The sword shadow that has just been returned, both in strength and sharpness, is stronger than that of Kongming sword. Moreover, the angle is cunning, and there is a shadow of changing stars in skill.

Murong Ziying, Murong, I see.

It is said that Murong Ziying is a relic of the Dayan state. Her father's name is Murong Cheng, and her mother's name is unknown. There is no exact family information.

Because Ziying was weak and ill when he was young, the family invited a Taoist priest to give him a name and sent him to Qionghua sect for practice. I wish him a long life.

Since then, Ziying has never seen her parents again. In fact, her parents have long died and entered reincarnation.

In this way, it makes sense that Murong purple will change the stars.

"Change the stars? That's a good name. This move will be called change the stars in the future."

When the impact dissipates, Murong Ziying comes with a negative sword. Xiang Mu Qingxiao's line of sight is full of appreciation.

Hearing the speech, mu Qingxiao was slightly stunned. It seems that Murong Ziying doesn't know his life experience. Otherwise, it's impossible not to know that the stars change.

Presumably, it was his parents who didn't want their children to be involved, so they didn't tell him his life experience, leaving only the family handed down Kung Fu.

After returning to his mind, mu Qingxiao smiled and said, "I didn't expect brother Murong's understanding of Kendo is so profound. It's really admirable."

Murong Ziying glanced at the soul sword suspended in the air, emitting a terrible smell, and a flash of heat flashed in her eyes.

"That's it. Besides, I'm just a trick. Brother Qingxiao doesn't have to be modest. You go farther in kendo than I do."

Mu Qingxiao stopped talking. They flattered each other. It didn't make any sense.

The sword competition has a result. There is no need to continue. This is not a life and death struggle. Both of them are just temptation.

"Brother Qingxiao, I have something to ask for."

"But it doesn't matter."

Nodded slightly, Murong Ziying stared at the soul sword, his eyes were hot, and said: "brother Qingxiao's sword, can you let me see it next?"

"Brother Murong, please."

Mu Qingxiao is not stingy. The sword moves with the heart, and the soul sword sweeps in front of Murong Ziying.

Murong Ziying is a real person of Ziyin, who is obsessed with the way of casting and raising swords, and hates all acts of disrespect for swords and humiliating the reputation of swords.

Mu Qingxiao was not surprised.

Looking at the soul sword suspended in the air, Murong Ziying's eyes were blurred, but there was a flash of confusion in his eyes.

"The body of this sword is natural. It seems that it is not forged, but has its own posture. Although the sword is fierce, it is restrained and has an imperial sword meaning..."

Murong Ziying shook her head slightly and said, "however, there seems to be no sword spirit here. This is the only defect of this sword. As for others, I really can't find a defect."

Mu Qingxiao flashed a fine light at the bottom of his eyes and nodded slightly. Murong Ziying was worthy of loving the sword. He could see so much information in such a short time.

Of course, he could see that there was no sword spirit in the sword. Mu Qingxiao was not surprised.

Friars of kendo, especially Murong Ziying, a strong swordsman, can see the shortcomings of the sword at a glance, especially the spirit of the sword.

"Brother Murong is right. This sword has no sword spirit."

Soul sword is very special. Mu Qingxiao naturally can't tell the latter that he himself belongs to the existence of sword spirit.

At the beginning, the soul sword body was shaped by one of his three souls. Naturally, the sword body is natural and perfect. It is the only one in the world.

Just like this, when the soul sword is improved, his own strength will also be improved.

Holding the sword handle, Murong Ziying handed the soul sword to Mu Qingxiao and said, "brother Qingxiao, for us, the sword is life. You need to make a good scabbard for your sword."

"Thanks for reminding."

With an indifferent smile, mu Qingxiao doesn't care. He can't see the scabbard, which doesn't mean there is no scabbard.

Murong Ziying naturally understood that the sword needs to be raised. If a person doesn't cherish his life, sooner or later there will be problems, and so will the sword.

However, the scabbard is not necessary. The scabbard of soul sword is yin-yang jade. It absorbs all kinds of materials, divine stone, and the quality of soul sword will not be improved all the time.

There is no better scabbard than yin-yang jade.

Murong Ziying appreciated mu Qingxiao very much. Although they didn't decide the outcome, it didn't matter.

"Brother Murong, where are you going next?"

After pondering for a moment, Murong Ziying looked at the broad blue sky and said, "the world is vast and infinite. I want to walk somewhere and maybe I can find my own way. Where's brother Qingxiao?"

"I'm going to go to Guteng old forest. After this trip, I'll go to Leizhou."

"Old rattan forest!"

Murong Ziying's pupil narrowed and said, "the ancient rattan forest is the most dangerous place within a hundred miles, in which a large number of demon families live. What does brother Qingxiao do in this place?"

With a wry smile, mu Qingxiao said, "there are some things I can't control. Brother Murong, do you know the route of Guteng old forest?"

After taking a deep look at mu Qingxiao, Murong Ziying took out a map in her sleeve.

"This map was drawn by me when I traveled north and south of the river. There are many dangerous places marked on it. The red dot represents the demon family, and the black represents the forbidden area of the human family. Brother Qingxiao is destined for me. This map will be given to you as a gift."

He took the map and just glanced at it. Mu Qingxiao flashed a happy look in his eyes. In this way, he didn't have to run around like a fly.

On this map, whether it is the ancient rattan forest, or other areas, even the ghost world has marks.

Where there is danger and where you are not allowed to enter, there are hints on it. It's impossible to be detailed.

"Thank you, brother Murong..."

"You're welcome."

Before mu Qingxiao finished speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Ziying. Then Ning said, "brother Qingxiao is going to the ancient rattan forest. I can't stop you, but the demon family is tricky. Don't be careful."

Nodding slightly, mu Qingxiao didn't expect that something called friendship was born between the two people only a few hours after they looked at each other.

"In that case, I won't stay much. I'll see you again."

After that, Murong Ziying carried her sword behind her, took a look at mu Qingxiao, and resolutely turned and left.

Looking at the back of Murong Ziying, mu Qingxiao smiled.

"Your road is already at your feet. The road can't be seen or touched. It's mysterious. People come out of the road. Goodbye, Sword Fairy!"

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