A faint purple sword energy was also covered with the black iron sword. He kicked backwards, and the black iron sword turned around and drew an arc and lifted upwards.

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A dazzling spark burst out, and the black iron sword slid straight on a two-foot-square black iron block in front, leaving a clear white seal.

This sword obviously consumed most of Huang Ling'er's sword energy. He stood with his sword in his arms, and the sweat beads on his face flowed faster. A small red mouth kept exhaling. The martial arts clothes on his body were already wet, revealing the delicate curves that were still tender inside.

"Okay, Ling'er, take a break." At this moment, Yan Ruyu finally spoke. She could see that Huang Ling'er had no physical strength at this moment. Seeing the black iron sword weighing more than 30 pounds in her hand, Yan Ruyu couldn't help but smile bitterly. This made a daughter's home practice such a heavy sword, which was really tormenting. Although she knew clearly that this was Lu Qing's control in order to exercise her strength, it seemed that it was really heartbreaking.

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Ling'er nodded, sat cross-legged, and started the second layer of the Rising Sun Heart Sutra. A gentle purple sword energy immediately wrapped around her body, blocking the hot sunlight around her.

Half an hour later, Huang Ling'er opened her eyes again, without any hesitation, grabbed the Black Iron Sword and practiced the Chaoyang Seven Styles again. Seeing Huang Ling'er like this, Yan Ruyu couldn't help but shook her head, and at the same time she sighed in her heart that her son went out and took back a female apprentice. Even her temper was so similar. She originally thought she needed to supervise her more, but now it seems that she is redundant.

In fact, she didn't know how obsessed with swordsmanship. Looking at the black iron sword in her hand, Huang Ling'er couldn't help but recall her childhood. At that time, when she was in the village, the happiest thing she had every day was to fall asleep holding the black iron sword passed down from her ancestors, and in the early morning of every day, she went to the wooden house at the end of the village to see the village master practicing swords.

So, her greatest wish is to become a swordsman. Now she finally got what she wanted and joined Lu Qing's disciple. In such a few short months, she was enough to understand her young master. As she learned more, she became more curious and aweful of her master. Whether it was her profound enough to compete with the sword master's strength, or her unparalleled cultivation speed and record, she was deeply shocked.

Now she is no longer the fisherman girl who was in a small fishing village and lacked understanding of everything. With the guidance and narration of her master's grandmother over the past few months, she has also gained a clear understanding of the division of the swordsman's strength. Only then did she know how amazing she had worshipped her.

The peak of swordsmanship is a level that many people cannot reach in their lifetime, and her master has reached it at the age of sixteen. Although she is still somewhat suspicious of Lu Qing's age, after all, Lu Qing's every move, appearance or majesty at the time, was not like a young man who had just grown up and promoted the championship.

It is precisely because of Lu Qing's strength that she realized how precious the opportunities she has now are. Without any slackness, she did not dare to slackness at all. When Lu Qing left the cultivation requirements, she almost doubled every day, and her progress was recognized by everyone in the Lu family. In just three months, she successfully cultivated the first sword energy and grew rapidly in this half month.

Such speed made the eighteen people who were summoned by Shu Yuan and others in the Lu family stunned, but then they thought that this was the apprentice of the head of the family Lu Qing, so they stopped speculating. There was no special point. With the cultivation strength and status of the head of the family, how could they accept disciples at will?

In the Lu family courtyard, there was a sword wind and the weight of more than 30 kilograms of black iron sword pressing the air, making a whirring sound. The light purple sword energy on Huang Ling'er was pure and flawless. The seven styles of the Chaoyang began to see the sun by the first style of clearing the clouds, and then the first appearance of the Chaoyang, the clouds were simmering and the light was shining, reflecting the sun, the mountains and rivers, the clouds disappeared and the mist dissipated, and the sun shining. The seven styles in succession gradually connected in Huang Ling'er's hands.

Although Yan Ruyu didn't say anything, she sighed deeply in her heart. If it were true as her son Lu Qing said on Qinglin, at the speed of Huang Ling'er's progress at this moment, it would take less than five years to become a swordsman.

Suddenly, when Huang Ling'er's sword style changed to the sixth style and the clouds disappeared, her face suddenly turned pale, and then the sword energy on her body dissipated with a pop of sound, and she fell to the ground.

"Ling'er!" Yan Ruyu's face changed, and she raised her foot and wanted to step forward, but then stopped, because next to Huang Ling'er, the air twisted slightly at this moment, and then Lu Qing's figure appeared in front of her.

Frowning, Yan Ruyu discovered that the Nian Yun sword that Lu Qing had never left her body had disappeared. At this time, the wrapped big sword knew it was not. Yan Ruyu's heart suddenly sank, standing quietly in place, waiting for Lu Qing's explanation.

Looking at Lu Qing again, a little pure white crystal jade light appeared on the sword point of his right hand, which was dotted behind Huang Ling'er. The extremely pure vital fluid was injected into Huang Ling'er's body by Lu Qing. The powerful spiritual consciousness spread out, controlling this drop, which seemed huge and thick vital energy for Huang Ling'er, nourishing the dry and boring meridians and contusting countless body.

Under Lu Qing's powerful spiritual consciousness, it can be clearly seen that Huang Ling'er's body actually had many subtle traumas. Although each trauma was so insignificant, it was gathered into a stream at this moment, which was enough to destroy the embankment.

Under Lu Qing's control, the pure vital energy liquid first moistened Huang Ling'er's dantian. Sliver of vital energy liquid melted into Huang Ling'er's dantian Qi sea and injected into the ball of light purple sword energy that was only the size of a thumb. Just as a long drought came, the sword vital energy began to greedily absorb the vital energy liquid, and Huang Ling'er's list of listless consciousness at this moment also woke up slightly.

Knowing that someone was helping her, Huang Ling'er did not dare to neglect her. The Rising Heart Sutra quickly started to operate. The second layer of Rising Heart Sutra activated the sword energy of the Dantian Qi Sea, and the speed of absorbing the vital energy liquid suddenly increased by several times. In addition, under the control of Lu Qing, the other half of the vital energy liquid gradually penetrated into Huang Ling'er's skin and flesh, connecting the broken tiny bloodlines to nourish them.
Chapter completed!