Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

"A blade of grass can cut down the stars."

"But the Celestial Universe can't."

Master Wushuang's words made Jian Wuming feel lost and in a trance.

I feel that my practice of kendo has been wrong for a long time.

But Jian Wuming is a golden core after all, with a solid heart.

Quickly came back to his senses, and said angrily.

"nonsense."

"Even if you go to another universe."

"If you can make your sword stronger and faster, you can naturally win."

"But if you don't have your own sword heart, sword intent, and sword way."

"Why do you make your sword stronger and faster!"

"Don't fool me!"

"Tell the truth!"

Master Wushuang thought about it.

"Tell the truth?"

"Hmm. I don't know if you've heard a word."

"Only by being extremely affectionate can one be able to be extremely sword-like."

"My son is a passionate swordsman."

"But my son's sword is very ruthless!"

When the words fall, the sword rises.

Young Master Wushuang's sword was not out of its sheath, but it shook the rain all over the sky.

The rain is pouring down, and it penetrates everywhere.

Raindrops are like fire, invading heaven and earth.

After a sword.

Prince Wushuang held his sword in his hand and laughed loudly.

"This sword should be enough for you to comprehend it."

"Exit and admit defeat."

The sword is nameless.

He just looked down at the eroded water droplets on his clothes.

That is water and it is also fire.

It is also the sword energy from Master Wushuang's ruthless attack.

He closed his eyes.

Think carefully about the sword that Young Master Wushuang did just now.

It was raining all over the sky, the sky and the earth were burning with fire, covering the sky and covering the earth, and there was nowhere to hide.

Can't hide, can't stop.

That sword was so strong that it made people despair.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Jian Wuming asked hoarsely, only feeling that his solid sword heart was about to crack.

At most, he thought he couldn't beat Lynch.

But he definitely didn't think that his sword skills were inferior to Lynch's.

You can see the sword just now.

Jian Wuming knew that he had also lost in the way of the sword.

"How can there be any sword skills?"

"If you insist on a name."

"This sword should be called the Rain-Covering Sword."

Young Master Wushuang said indifferently, then looked at Jian Wuming impatiently.

"Are you going to retreat or not?!"

"Rain-covering sword."

"Good name."

Jian Wuming muttered to himself, took a deep look at Mr. Wushuang, and chose to admit defeat.

But he still has a question.

"who are you?!"

"I said I was Lynch, would you believe me?"

Young Master Wushuang asked back.

Jian Wuming thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Do not believe."

"Because the Lynch I know would not say that he is a sentimental swordsman with a ruthless sword."

"and."

Jian Wuming looked at the eroded raindrops on his clothes again, with a strange look on his face.

"Your sword seems ruthless, but it has emotion."

"You fucking don't really fall in love, do you?!"

"climb!"

Young Master Wushuang was furious immediately, and slashed with his long sword.

Hit heavily in Jian Wuming's dissipated light and shadow.

Unable to understand his hatred, he cursed loudly.

"My son is in his teens and 20s."

"What's wrong with talking about love?!"

"I was born for love, can't I!"

"It's not the lone star of Tiansha."

"Why do you want to be a widowed old man in the future!"

Chapter 255

Outside the Immortal Tower.

Jian Wuming had a strange expression on his face, and hadn't moved for a long time.

Just now when he conceded defeat and exited the Immortal Tower.

It's like hearing someone's defense-breaking roar.

I didn't hear exactly what I shouted.

But it was enough for Jian Wuming to confirm that the swordsman who defeated him just now was not the real Lynch.

"So who the hell is this guy?"

Jian Wuming was thinking.

Someone from the crowd watching outside the tower greeted him and asked.

"Fellow Taoist Jian Wuming, did you meet Lynch?"

Jian Wuming hasn't answered yet.

The Immortal Tower flashed golden light, showing the scene of the battle between Jian Wuming and Master Wushuang just now.

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Did you really meet me?"

"Fellow Taoist Jian Wuming is really unlucky."

"Yes."

"If it wasn't for running into Lynch."

"With the strength of fellow Taoist Jian Wuming, there should be a good chance of winning three games in a row."

Everyone complained about Jian Wuming.

Jian Wuming hurriedly said.

"Fellow daoists, it's because a certain sword skill is inferior to others."

"It failed everyone's expectations."

"But please say a few words less, so as not to hurt the peace."

"Friend Jian Wuming, that's not what you said."

Someone was dissatisfied and said loudly.

"At this point, don't speak for Lynch."

"It's because Lynch did something wrong."

"I know that you are challenging the gold list."

"He still has to run to intercept."

"You simply didn't pay attention to me and fellow daoists."

"If everyone followed his example."

"Then my Silver and Blue Star Academy is going to be reduced to a joke."

"Not bad!"

Someone spoke again.

"The fellow Taoists in other star institutes all support each other."

"I'll try my best to get fellow daoists from my Star Academy to occupy a few more places on the gold list."

"He Lynch is fine."

"It's fine if you don't help, and you're going to fight internally."

"It just doesn't make sense!"

Everyone was outraged.

Jian Wuming said helplessly.

"You may have misunderstood."

"I advise you to speak less."

"Actually, I'm just worried that you will be beaten by him."

"Believe me."

"That guy in there really does it."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence.

After a while, someone left silently.