Chenfeng clenched his fists and his face was pale!

He stared at Li Xiaoqiang, wanting to challenge the other party, but his strength is here, and he is obviously not his opponent. This guy is indeed stronger than the rumors. Is this the power of the god-level spiritual root?

Chenfeng took a deep breath and said, "I'm defeated!"

When Chenfeng said something, the little brothers who had originally surrendered to Chenfeng walked to Li Xiaoqiang one after another, bowed and smiled at Li Xiaoqiang: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Li, congratulations to fellow Taoist Li, you are the future of our Tianyuan Sect. Your strength is so strong that I have to admire you!"

"Yes, I'll wait for the monks, and I hope Fellow Daoist Li will take care of him in the future."

"Fellow Daoist Li, we can still practice in this sword tomb, right?"

When Li Xiaoqiang heard the words of these guys, he stared at them and sneered: "You want to practice in the Sword Tomb. This is the focus of your concern, right?"

When everyone heard Li Xiaoqiang's words, their faces showed a look of shame, but they had no choice. Chenfeng's territory now belongs to Li Xiaoqiang. If Li Xiaoqiang didn't want them to understand the sword intent here, they could only go to places with thin sword intent.

Seeing everyone's nervous expressions, Li Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "Chenfeng's subordinates can still practice here before!"

When everyone heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief. They said in unison: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li!"

Li Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at the morning breeze.

I saw the morning breeze as if it was a lonely old man, and he was walking outside the sword tomb.

Li Xiaoqiang stared at Chenfeng's back and said, "Chenfeng, this was your territory. Now you are defeated in my hands. Do you have no idea to defeat me?"

Chen Feng paused, and he whispered: "You are a god-level spiritual root, and I will never defeat you!"

Li Xiaoqiang walked behind Chenfeng and stared at Chenfeng and said, "Chenfeng, you have to believe in yourself. In this world, there are no absolute geniuses, nor absolute mediocre talents. There are only who can endure hardships and persevere more than who can do more!"

"Besides, those who draw swordsmanship require that those who practice must have ambitions and arrogance. You must be arrogant to the extreme and have the confidence to defeat me, Li Xiaoqiang. In this way, you will become a real strong man. Otherwise, your cultivation will definitely be here for the rest of your life."

Chenfeng turned around slowly, and from his eyes, a powerful fighting spirit burst out, saying, "Li Xiaoqiang, you are right. Even if I am defeated by you, I should not be discouraged. I should aim for you and I want to defeat you. Only in this way can I be more motivated!"

Li Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand, patted Chen Feng's shoulder, and smiled and said, "Okay, I believe that one day, you will defeat me, Li Xiaoqiang and become the pride of Tianyuan Sect!"

Chenfeng's entire aura changed at this moment.

He nodded and said, "Okay, Li Xiaoqiang, wait, I will definitely come to find you!"

When Chenfeng said this, his figure was on the standing sword, jumping quickly. It seemed that Chenfeng was looking for a place to go to seclusion and practice.

When everyone heard the conversation between Li Xiaoqiang and Chenfeng, they stared at Li Xiaoqiang with admiration. Li Xiaoqiang really had the style of a general.

Treating enemies as friends is not the mind that ordinary people have.

Li Xiaoqiang walked to Lin Miao and stared at Lin Miao and said, "You can manage this territory for the time being."

Lin Miao nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely manage it well. If anyone dares to act wildly on our territory, I will make him regret coming to this world!"

Immediately, Li Xiaoqiang walked into the sword tomb.

Among the sword tomb, only Li Xiaoqiang entered.

Li Xiaoqiang stood in the middle of the sword tomb, and the majestic sword intent around him was raging and turbulent.

Li Xiaoqiang held the long sword in his hand and closed his eyes tightly. Suddenly, the sword intents began to spin wildly around Li Xiaoqiang.

Boom boom boom boom.

A sword intent storm formed in this sword tomb.

This storm soared straight into the sky.

When the monks outside the sword tomb saw this scene, they all stunned and said, "No wonder Fellow Daoist Li was able to defeat Chenfeng. His understanding of sword drawing skills is also very powerful!"

At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang, who was standing in the sword tomb, closed his eyes slowly. Just as Li Xiaoqiang closed his eyes, the sword intent rushed into the scabbard in his hand.

The long sword in Li Xiaoqiang's hand trembled violently, as if it was about to explode.

Suddenly, the air around him became quiet in an instant, with only the broken swords standing on the ground.

Li Xiaoqiang's figure was reflected on the broken sword.

Li Xiaoqiang suddenly opened his eyes.

Swish!

A sharp light came out from Li Xiaoqiang's eyes!

And at this time.

The sword comes out!

bright!

I saw a sword light, which was even more sharp than before.

Click!

Suddenly, a deep knife mark appeared on the wall in front.

When Li Xiaoqiang saw this scene, a strong smile appeared on his face and said, "No wonder they are all fighting for the place where sword intent is majestic. Practicing in such a place can better condense the sword intent into the scabbard, which is even more powerful! It will make my understanding of sword drawing more thoroughly!"

As Li Xiaoqiang said, he kept getting ahead, and sword lights kept emitting knife marks on the cliff wall in the distance.

There are formations all over the sword mountain, and even sword drawing techniques cannot cause damage to him, and can only leave knife marks on it.

Time passed by Li Xiaoqiang's cultivation. In the blink of an eye, he had been practicing in the sword tomb for seven days, and during these seven days, everyone only saw sword lights constantly emitted from inside.

"I really didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Li, a god-level spiritual root talent, worked so hard. After seven days, he had three hours of rest. He spent the rest of his time practicing sword drawing. This endurance is really not comparable to that of ordinary people!"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Li is able to achieve what he has today, his efforts must have occupied a very important factor!"

"Geniuses work so hard, let's continue to practice. Mom, my arms are so sore!"

“…”

If this group of people knew that the three hours of quieting down would be Li Xiaoqiang comprehending the true meaning of sword drawing. I wonder what they thought.

In other words, Li Xiaoqiang did not stop and rest for a minute or a second during these seven days.

Now that Li Xiaoqiang wants to climb the first area of ​​Jianshan and challenge those geniuses, he must work hard. He is also a peerless genius with god-level spiritual roots. He is suppressed by those people at the foot of the mountain. What kind of sanity does this mean? Li Xiaoqiang is naturally unwilling to give up!

Moreover, the genius competition is getting closer and closer. Li Xiaoqiang must speed up his time. He wants to become famous in the genius competition. If he doesn’t work hard at this moment, he will suffer a loss in the genius competition!

If others work hard, they must work harder!

Li Xiaoqiang stared at the top of Jianshan Mountain and said in a deep voice: "I, Li Xiaoqiang, will definitely climb to the top of Jianshan Mountain. All geniuses will be stepped on by me! Whoever dares to refuse to accept will be killed without mercy!"

Practicing sword drawing skills is not only to be cruel to others, but to yourself even more!
Chapter completed!