The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

"Nonsense!" Li Yijian said with a stern face, "Learning swordsmanship requires daily practice, how can you remember it after reading it once?"

"If you use this mentality to learn swordsmanship, it will be difficult to achieve success in the future!"

The words were harsh, but he also wanted to wake him up in this way for Li Heng's good.

Li Heng's spiritual body is certainly powerful, and he has achieved achievements that ordinary people can't match.

But the body of the gods and the way of the sword are still different.

Blind arrogance is not a good thing.

"I've already learned this book, so naturally I don't need it." Li Heng explained.

"Finish? How is it possible?" Li Yijian would never believe such words.

He knew Li Heng's kendo aptitude, and it was impossible to learn the above sword moves after reading it once.

"watch out!"

Li Heng didn't continue to explain. He flipped his wrist, and a dark red sword full of blood appeared in his hand.

At first glance, Li Yijian felt that this sword looked familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, the pupils suddenly shrank.

"This is..."

"That broken sword!"

There are several holes on the back of the sword, which are the same as the holes in the broken sword back then.

It's just that there is no rust on the current sword, and it even feels extremely sharp.

"Why does the breath of this sword make people tremble..."

"Could it be... Immortal Sword?"

He has a top-grade spiritual sword, compared to the sword in front of him, it is like the light of rice grains, it is difficult to shine.

Only the fairy sword can have such a terrifying aura.

"No way..."

"It's only been a few months, and the low-grade spirit sword has become a fairy sword..."

"What did Li Heng do?"

Immortal sword, that is an unattainable existence in the longevity world.

In the entire longevity world, it would be considered good to find a few handles.

Li Heng has a handle in his hand, how can people not be shocked?

"and many more..."

"This bloody smell..."

There is an extremely strong bloody smell on the fairy sword.

Standing here, Li Yijian felt the qi and blood in his body churning, as if breaking out of his body and rushing towards the sword.

This feeling is very similar to encountering a legendary fairy sword.

"Blood-drinking sword..."

"Is it really it?"

"Li Heng actually cultivated it into a fairy sword!"

"hiss..."

Li Yijian felt a little regretful.

If it was discovered earlier that this sword was a blood-drinking sword, it would definitely be cultivated with blood and would not be handed over to outsiders.

The powerful fairy sword was placed in front of my eyes, but I didn't find it...

Can only say one thing...

No fate with the fairy sword...

"Ugh..."

"Li Heng is really the son of luck..."

"Choose a sword at random, and you will be able to touch the Blood Drinking Sword!"

Not too much regret appeared.

Treasures, those who are destined to know.

His luck must be less than one ten-thousandth of that of Li Heng.

Li Heng held the blood-drinking sword and stabbed forward.

Qingtian swordsmanship.

Li Yijian was slightly taken aback when he saw this move.

"Ok?"

"Have you really mastered Qingtian swordsmanship?"

"But it's just the first formula..."

There are a total of 68 moves in this set of swordsmanship, the first few moves are relatively simple, as long as you have the basics of practicing swordsmanship, you can easily learn them.

But the further you go to the back, the more difficult it is to practice swordsmanship.

It is difficult to learn without a few years or even decades of kendo foundation.

Li Heng flicked his wrist upwards, and the sword edge traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, leaving behind a bloody sword aura.

The second form.

Then, the sword edge pressed down.

The third type...

Huhuhu~

The sound of the sword's edge breaking through the air continued to resound.

...

fifth form...

Seventh type...

Ninth style!

The sword edge slashed across the front, leaving behind a bloody afterimage.

The tenth style!

Li Yijian was completely stunned.

"Ten styles?"

"What a superb move!"

"Compared to those who have practiced swordsmanship for decades, it is even worse..."

"It's just a few glances, and you can cultivate to this level..."

"Could it be that I lost my eyes?"

Although the first ten sword techniques are not particularly exquisite, they still need one or two years of practice to master.

Especially the tenth move, which seems to be a simple flat slash, but has hidden secrets.

If this trick is used without afterimages, it is not considered a success.

When Li Heng cast it just now, the afterimage was solidified, and it seemed that there were thousands of blood-drinking swords in the space, an action made at the same time.

After the blade is cast, one breathing time has elapsed, and the afterimage still remains in the air.

It is enough to show that this sword technique is extremely refined.

Even if he came to perform the tenth move, the afterimage would disappear after staying in the air for at most half a breath.

"This Li Heng..."

"Could it be a swordsman genius?"

"I didn't see it right last time?"

He didn't test Li Heng's kendo aptitude with something like a kendo stone, but just waited and watched based on his understanding of kendo.

Over the years, this method has been tested on many people, and it is usually accurate.

However, there are also some inaccurate situations, but only a few.

"Otherwise, I'll test Li Heng with the Sword Dao Stone later, it will be more accurate."

There is a kendo stone on Jianfeng, as long as you put your hand on it, you can test your kendo aptitude.

It is much more accurate than observing with the naked eye.

Li Yijian fell into deep thought.

"Can you learn ten tricks just by watching it once?"

"How strong is the qualification to do this?"

I taught some kendo geniuses before, and the one with the highest understanding, after reading the book for the first time, only learned the first three moves.

That person has been practicing kendo for ten years and has a strong foundation in kendo.

Otherwise it can't be done at all.

It's too late, it's too soon.

While thinking, the blood-drinking sword in Li Heng's hand didn't stop, and he raised it again, leaving a bloody afterimage.

Eleven styles!

The long sword slashed down, and the bloody sword qi howled, splitting the bench in front of it in two.

Click!

Li Yijian was so distressed that he almost collapsed.

"Old man's rocking chair!"

Chapter 111

Li Heng held the blood-drinking sword and danced lightly, like a dragon going out to sea.

Bloody sword energy filled the entire hall.

Fifteen styles...

Twenty style...

The blood-drinking sword stabbed forward, and thousands of sword edges condensed and formed, densely packed, completely sealing the space.

The sword energy howled, piercing towards the side wall of the hall.

Pfft!

Pfft!

In an instant, the wall was pierced like a sieve.

Sunlight shone into the hall through the holes, forming beams of golden light that fell on the ground.

Thirty styles!

Li Yijian was stunned.

No matter whether the wall is broken or not, the loss is not big.

Because Li Heng's performance was too terrifying.

"Thirty styles..."