Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The empty and deserted hall has been in a mess after the previous battle, but due to the large space of the palace itself, there are many large-scale ornaments, so only some delicate and delicate things are damaged, but even so, the magnificent palace itself , The exquisite workmanship of the decoration can still be seen at a glance.

Then, in this hall that looked like a palace in the sky, a person slowly walked out.

This man's crown and belt are unparalleled in style, and there are subtle dark lines on the collar and wide sleeves, which show his dignity invisibly. It not only gives people a sense of floating like a fairy, but also has the noble charm of a prince and grandson.

Strictly speaking, at first glance, it is not a thing in the pool, but... it is a dragon, not a dragon...

Wu Hua couldn't be sure, but what he could be sure of was that when he saw this person, his heart, which he thought had stopped beating early, suddenly tightened, and the feeling of palpitations seemed familiar.

Who is the visitor? !

Due to the unconscious and startled reaction, Wuhua actually didn't hear Ji Xianjun's self-introduction clearly, but he pretended to be very serious, and Ji Xianjun didn't take it too seriously.

Turning the subject, he looked like he was laughing and cursing at first glance, but he still had time to tease Wuhua: "I know you don't know me, and you don't know the name Ji Xianjun."

If another person was in Wuhua's position, he would have ridiculed him on the spot, not for anything else, but because Ji Xianjun was looking for ridicule when he said that, but he waited for an unexpected reaction.

When Wu Hua heard his name clearly this time, her face immediately became very tight, and a wordless panic appeared on her brows, even though...he himself didn't know why he was so afraid of this person.

The other party was silent for a long time, Ji Xianjun leisurely admired the various decorations in Qianyuan Palace, because it was built underground, there was no cornice and brackets like the palace above the ground, and the tiger leaped like a dragon, but just looking at the decorations in the palace, it is not clear. It still gives people a new look and a sense of ingenuity.

The craftsmen who can be called to build the imperial inner courtyard are all masters. They will treat the buildings with more care than their own children. The Qianyuan Palace in front of them is undoubtedly a masterpiece among masterpieces. Ji Xianjun even saw it A classic example of many future technologies.

He gradually ignored Wu Hua's reaction, but at this moment, Wu Hua said hoarsely, "I know you."

"Oh?" Ji Xianjun didn't realize it at first, but he had a good memory, and after a short pause, he raised his eyebrows and played with it lightly: "You know me, so you can also think of why I'm here."

Wuhua's face was wrinkled, and he couldn't figure out why this person had to be right with them.

Ji Xianjun didn't take his gaze seriously and said, "I watched a good show just now, as a price, if you have any doubts, you might as well raise them."

When mentioning the previous scene, Wuhua's expression became even worse, but he is a smart person, and a smart person always knows how to seize the opportunity and care about trivial matters at a critical moment... Heh, I don't have the leeway yet.

For some reason, he knew that it was Ji Xianjun's favor that he could stand in front of him safely and say a few words.

No matter how I think about it, I can't understand where this idea comes from. It's as unreasonable as intuition, but Wuhua has been saved by this intuition many times, so she doesn't doubt him, and asks the question openly.

Ji Xianjun asked strangely: "You said... Uh, the reason why I am against you is because you have offended me in any way?"

Wuhua couldn't help but replied with a rhetorical question: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not," Ji Xianjun couldn't help but laugh, "It's up to you? Heh..." Although the rest of the words were not uttered, the meaning behind the words was very clear.

You are not qualified enough.

"..."

Wuhua didn't know whether to mourn or sigh for a while.

"Speaking of which, is this the purpose?"

Ji Xianjun picked up the Song Jialing, which had been forgotten for a long time. The treasure box was not opened in the throw, but it was neatly revealed in his hand. A jade plaque inlaid with gold was firmly seated on the scarlet silk.

"It's a good thing." After he took it out, he commented lightly, "There is a saying in the ancient times that you can't see gold inlaid with jade. The gold inlaid jade in the sentence refers to Heshibi. My token is actually an allusion to the emperor's seal."

"What you said to Shi Guanyin before is not wrong, but it's not right either. It's not that the imperial seal refers to the Song Jialing, but that the Song Jialing is actually the imperial imperial seal. The Zhu family's jade seal and it are processed separately from the same piece of jade. Two different shapes, one side governs the world, the other side covers the underground palace...Hey, what's the point of me talking so much?"

While talking, it was Ji Xianjun who started to shake his head. The priceless Song Jialing was ruthlessly thrown into the box by him, and then he put it aside casually.

Wuhua's eyes have never left him since he appeared. Of course, he has seen his behavior like this at this time. Seeing that the precious jade he has fought so hard for is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party, I don't know. Why, that trace of pity can't be revealed.

As if exposed, I lost the whole person!

Ji Xianjun generally doesn't care about the thoughts of the weak. In his philosophy, the weak will speak out, struggle, resist, and gather. At this time, their mood will become a materialized force. Most of the time, he usually doesn't care about it. More often, he will deal with this part of the problem early before gathering. Don't doubt, a person who is a king still has such a sense of responsibility, but when the weak become one, The voice in the other party's heart was so small that it was almost inaudible.

May I ask, is there any reason to listen to this kind of people's cries?

Therefore, no flowers will be ignored, which is a very reasonable plot need.

However, if you want to say that Wuhua is not a weak person... a character who is so weak that he degenerates into a ghost after death, and then kills his mother to achieve his goal, please forgive Ji Xianjun for becoming a layman at this moment.

What he underestimated was not his method of killing his mother. In all fairness, to be able to wait for the opportunity to move to such an extent, patience and city government are both essential. No matter how you look at it, he can be called a hero, but what he despises is what he did after killing his mother. Get carried away.

If planning fails for a moment, then there is no room for relaxation.

Nan Wang got carried away before the matter was accomplished, so he fell into the emperor's calculations and finally failed.

After killing his mother, Wu Hua was relieved, but he was blocked by Ji Xianjun, who had counted on his action one step ahead, and couldn't move an inch.

If it wasn't for the fluke before, if it wasn't for the premature relaxation of vigilance and the realization that something was wrong...

In fact, he still has the hope of escape!

But now it's all nonsense.

Wuhua may have finally realized that the current situation is extremely unfavorable to him, so he gave up the last struggle and looked straight into Ji Xianjun's eyes calmly,

"What are you going to do with me?" He asked as it should be, he felt that he was already a prisoner and should be dealt with by the winner, but he saw Ji Xianjun showing a surprised expression, as if he was talking about something incredible.

"Disposal?" Ji Xianjun: "Why should I dispose of you?" He couldn't help laughing when he said this, "I thank you all for leading the way for me and breaking the mechanism for me. Well, I should thank you all."

Wuhua twitched her mouth and shook her head in frustration: "We did nothing but make wedding clothes for you. I knew it would be so regretful. I can't afford this thank you, and I don't think you are sincerely thanking you."

Ji Xianjun smiled and said, "I'm overthinking, I really should thank you."

"...Thank you for what?" Wu Hua endured and endured, but still couldn't help asking.

According to the current situation, Ji Xianjun obviously knows a lot more than himself, especially his life experience which can't be found out no matter how hard he checks, it adds a lot of mystery to him.

Ji Xianjun has always shown himself to be omniscient in front of outsiders, but whether he is pretending or pretending to be mysterious, all he does is tell what he "knows", although he "knows" a little bit. There are many children.

Faced with Wuhua's curiosity, Ji Xianjun smiled calmly, "You are looking for Song Jialing for Jiuding, and I am looking for you for something else, but they always lead to the same goal."

Wuhua frowned tightly, feeling a bad premonition.

Ji Xianjun smiled happily: "I don't know if I can exchange you for the Shaolin Yijin Jing from Master Tianhu."

Wuhua blurted out in shock.

"What do you want the Yi Jin Jing to do..." After the words came out, his mind turned, and he gasped immediately, "There is also a treasure location in the Yi Jin Jing?"

Ji Xianjun nodded indifferently.

"The Raksha card, Ye Gucheng's sword, Shaolin Yijin Jing..." He slowly called out the names of the necessary things, and finally, Wuhua's face was numb, so he ended the last sentence, "These Everything is necessary."

Wuhua said dismally, "Are you going to get them all?"

Up to now, he has clearly seen that this is a bureau, through him, through Shi Guanyin, through the hands of many people gathered in Chang'an City, an impossible goal has been turned into reality.

And they acted as Ji Xianjun's helpers without knowing it.

It's a pity that he didn't realize it!

Wu Hua looked at Ji Xianjun's quiet face, she was handsome and handsome, a rare young talent, but her title of "Seven Wonderful Monks" stopped at him.

With such a person who is so wise and close to a monster, who else can fall into the hands of this world?

For a moment, he was like a deflated ball, how many ambitions, how many romantic figures still look at the fantasies of the present, all in vain, and his whole person seemed to be empty.

Ji Xianjun shook her head, not surprised by his change.

Many people who were friends and enemies with him in the past would unknowingly become like this.

If it were him back then, he would still use more elegant words to show their face, but now he needs to give a comment.

No comparison, no harm, nothing else.

If Wuhua knew this evaluation, she would probably die on the spot, it was too bullying, but Ji Xianjun didn't think so, he even thought he was kind, and helped the other party to recognize himself, so that he would no longer make detours.

Ji Xianjun flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, the left and right Song Jialing already knew, Wu Hua couldn't escape his palm, and he had other things to watch, so he couldn't keep the other party waiting.

But before he left, he left a sentence, he said: "In life, people fight for power and profit, and play for sex and wealth. Since you are already dead, you might as well imagine for yourself. What you fight for fame and fortune is What, a body with a heart that is no longer beating, where to use it after gaining fame and fortune. Be a man or a ghost, if you don't have a little forward-looking, then you deserve to fail."

The words are not rough, but Wuhua actually sits cross-legged and thinks. Anyway, as a ghost, he has lost most of the fun of being a living person, and it doesn't matter much if he doesn't eat, drink, or sleep.

As for Ji Xianjun, he went straight to "upstairs" after he left, but considering that he wasted a lot of time, he thought that even if he felt it, he could only rush to the end.

Well, I'm a little sorry.

If you can't go to the theater, you will lose a lot of fun in life, and if you can't act, your life will be boring.

I don't know which dramatist said it, but Ji Xianjun thinks so.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony not far from Qianyuan Palace, an ancient and peerless drama is being staged.

Ji Xianjun regretted that she didn't see it, but the other disrespectful people squatted in the arena and waited for the moment when the gong sounded. They were all waiting in full force, and they almost knocked a sunflower seed.

Wang Lianhua turned her head and roared unbearably: "Be serious!"

Yu Luocha, who really took out a handful of melon seeds, gave him a white look.

"I'm looking at my son. I'm looking at how good Axue looks. I can eat a big bowl of rice if I look at him more."

Wang Lianhua is also surprised, whether this guy is controlled by his son or black by his son, the pink looks like black, I can't blame Ximen Chuuxue for mentioning that this father is not the same.

A father who takes his son to eat should be better than nothing!

Wang Lianhua frowned and turned her face: "If you are like Ximen Chuuxue, don't plan to inherit the Western Demon Cult for the rest of your life."

Yu Luosha clapped his hands, and slapped off the skin of melon seeds, leaving only a handful of melon kernels in his palm, which he twisted and put them into his mouth one by one.

"This seat is still young, and sooner or later there will be a way to make this seat come true."

Wang Lianhua's expression changed slightly when she saw the melon seed kernel, but she recovered quickly, and said with inexplicable confidence: "Don't say stupid things, no matter how you look at it, you will spend your life with the sword."

Yu Luocha narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and pointed at Ye Gucheng, and said not to be outdone, "Don't talk about me, you're still the same."

Wang Lianhua's face darkened, and if he read correctly, Yu Luocha was not only referring to Ye Gucheng, but also Wang Linlang who also came to the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony at some point.

My daughter is extroverted!

Father Wang's heart is so sad that it's hard to describe, but!He stared, absolutely not letting Yu Luocha see the joke.

The two of them stared silently, and after a while, Qiqi snorted and turned away.

It is clear that all masters can do it, but seeing it as a pie is just like a child.

Yu Luocha said heartlessly, "Why hasn't Ji Xianjun come?"

He mentioned a certain guy who has not arrived for a long time. Since the little emperor decided to borrow the land, many people in the world have heard about it, but Zhu Yujun is a man with means. Wei Ziyun, the number one expert in the university, looked much better.

Because time is tight and there are only ten ribbons, those who snatch them will naturally be able to enter the palace and climb to the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony to watch this unprecedented duel. come and go.

To be honest, for the latter, even the palace has no good solution, but fortunately these people are generally just a bunch of martial idiots, and they have no other intentions, which is a blessing in misfortune.

So it's not surprising that there were more people present than expected. Yu Luocha and Wang Lianhua didn't have ribbons, but they still stayed in a hidden corner and watched generously.

With their eyesight, they can see the flying mosquitoes hundreds of meters away, not to mention the two living people who are only a few tens of meters away.

But they were also surprised that Ji Xianjun, who said that he had left to do some errands, hadn't come back yet, which made the two of them subconsciously have a wonderful premonition.

Somebody is sneaking around doing something "bad" again and keeping them from knowing.

The two looked at each other for the second time today, creating a meaningful atmosphere virtually.

Just at Zishi, the moon is on the treetops.

Today happens to be the fifteenth day of the eighth month. The bright moon hangs high, as big as a silver plate, and the wisps of moonlight are like rain and waterfalls. The clear blue sky during the day is cloudless at night, and the stars are gray in the empty night. Only the moon The plate is thriving, bright and empty.

And those who can use this full moon as the background are undoubtedly the two peerless swordsmen who are the best in the world.

Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng.

Two different white clothes fluttered under the night, the wind blowing from a distance was cool and quiet, but when it stroked the two people's hair, it was gentle without exception.

On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, there are peerless swordsmen, and there are myths and legends on the swords.

Wang Linlang couldn't help but clenched her chest tightly. She felt an invisible pressure coming from the two not far away.

This pressure didn't seem to come from people, but it seemed strange that some kind of destiny descended on the two of them, so that no matter what their identities were, the onlookers could only sigh in awe.

It is not a joke to say that the latecomers can only look forward to and be intimidated by the supreme one who walks on the way.

At least there were many respected martial arts celebrities present, but facing these two young people, they felt ashamed and envious.

I am ashamed that I am not as good as I am, because I am ashamed that I am old but not as good as the two children who came into contact with the realm of "Tao" early. I am envious, because I envy the other party who can devote himself to the Tao and have a bright future.

With such a state of mind cultivation at a young age, He Chou has an unlimited future.

Yu Luocha could see the envy and jealousy on those people's faces at a glance, how happy he was as a father, it was simply "dragon's heart is happy".

Wang Lianhua is not as flamboyant as him, but she also has a funny face.

In the final analysis, it is better to walk out of one's own way than to envy other people's ways. No matter how famous these people are in the world, if they fall into their eyes, they are just wrong demonstrations of going astray and are not worth mentioning.

As time passed, the aura of the two swordsmen was so high that it was almost on the verge of breaking out. The people who were still whispering in the field did not say a word, and stared at every movement of their swords without blinking.

At this level, the start of the duel is just a breath, a moment, and no one wants to miss the beat of the beginning.

Wang Lianhua frowned: "It seems that I really can't catch up."

Yu Luocha didn't take it seriously: "If you can't catch up, you won't be able to catch up. Do you think that with Ji Xianjun's cultivation level, he would rarely watch a duel between two innate swordsmen?"

Ask yourself, even if it is the two of them, if the two people in the arena are not related to them, this kind of "sword" technique is not worth mentioning.

Since Wang Lianhua has the cultivation of a master, of course she wouldn't mind Yu Luocha's subtext, so she calmly brought up a topic that both of them are very concerned about.

"What level do you think Ji Xianjun's realm is?"

Yu Luocha's eyes changed, and she looked at Wang Lianhua meaningfully.

"You're not good."

Wang Lianhua smiled and didn't answer.

Yu Luocha said solemnly: "Grandmaster, go up." He raised his hand and pointed upwards, but the meaning of not being a grandmaster still needs to be considered.

Wang Lianhua shook her head and went up again.

Yu Luocha's face suddenly changed.

"Exaggerated?"

If the great master goes up further, it is the level of the "immortal" in the consciousness of mortals.

Wang Lianhua couldn't help showing hesitation, "Actually, I'm not sure, but don't you think he has some methods, which are really very human?"

Yu Luocha disagreed and said: "You can't just think that he is... well, I told you, it seems that there is no capable person in this world."

Wang Lianhua smiled and glanced at him meaningfully.

"Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. As far as the individuals we usually come into contact with, how many are comparable to Ji Xianjun?"

Yu Luocha fell silent, as if she was dumb, and it seemed that she was being asked by Wang Lianhua.

No matter what the social structure is, the small group of beings at the top almost have some connections with each other, and there will definitely not be a situation where people are not known or named.

It's been a long time since these people met, even if they were strangers, they could have a good friendship, so after Ji Xianjun was born, many people looked confused and didn't think about him on a certain level.

It's not that they are arrogant and mistakenly think that there are no other capable people in the world, but that you are strong but you must have a source, right?

There are only a few capable people with backgrounds in the world. The people they teach, among other things, always have their names on their lips, and they can make people react when they mention them.

As a result, you came out suddenly and made a big splash, and you acted mysteriously. No one else could figure out the cause and effect. The last person who dared to do things like this had already been ripped out of the mother's womb, but you yourself cheated You ran out of another world like a weapon, no one could find out no matter how you searched, and you can't blame others for not knowing your strength.

As the old saying goes, the name of a person is the shadow of a tree.

This name refers to the name of the predecessors. The ancients had the idea that a famous teacher gave rise to a high-achieving apprentice, so no matter how unknown it was before becoming famous, the brains of the children of the rivers and lakes are active. A few circles can make your ancestors The eighteenth generation got in touch.

What is a century-old inheritance of a certain master, what is the last legacy of a certain famous teacher... In short, as long as there is something similar in your martial arts, they can make up a source for you, and then beat around the bush... Get in touch soon.

Don't be too busy to despise, this is actually a good thing, people can't fight alone forever, there are these people who take the initiative to post, for a rookie who is new to the rivers and lakes, it is such a good thing to send charcoal in the snow, and the other party can also pick up after you get rich Strictly speaking, the good reputation of a discerning eye and discerning pearls is not a loss for both parties.

So there were such entanglements ahead, Ji Xianjun was checked by someone as soon as he appeared...but nothing was wrong.

It's not that someone followed Gong Jiu and Chu Liuxiang and dragged him to Cihang Jingzhai and Momen, but it's a pity that Ji Xianjun made very few shots, but every time... there was a sense of righteousness, or as fierce as tomorrow , or astonishment as the second coming of a myth.

The descendants of Jingzhai touched their faces one after another in the real demon sect, feeling that they dared to recognize their faces, and the other party might be able to call back directly.

It would be unreasonable for anyone to let the family's inheritance look at it.

It looks no worse than the Four Great Books.

People who know how to use their brains are wilted, and those who don't know how to use their brains can't find contact.

In the end, for a long time, Ji Xianjun's reputation growth was negative.Lacking manpower to fuel the flames, he was like an invisible person, and he remained blank in the arena for a long time until he took over the [-]th floor of Tsing Yi.

It is good to eat black and eat black, and you will have manpower, wealth, and influence all at once.

The name Ji Xianjun suddenly became popular in the upper class of the world, and finally even attracted people from the top circle, Yu Luocha and Wang Lianhua.

Unknowingly, when Yu Luocha and Wang Lianhua were talking, the two swordsmen had already moved their hands.

The light of the sword is like a shooting star, the aura of the sword is like a firefly sprinkled with snow, the intent of the sword soars into the sky, and it is proud and frosty.

It was only today that the same white clothes completely let others see what an unusual demeanor it is.

The same is white, Ximen Chuixue Melting Frost is proud, treats the sword with sincerity, his sword is sincere, but on closer inspection, it is slightly inferior to Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship that has been formed for many years.

The Flying Immortal from Heaven is worthy of the world's admiration for him. Ye Gucheng, who performed this move, really looks like a flying immortal. His clothes are swaying, and his eyes are frosty and cold like clouds in the sky. He is wandering and arrogant, not like the world.

With a "ding dong", whoever looked at it, the loser would be Ximen Chuuxue.

How cruel it is for the age advantage to be placed on a swordsman, especially a talented swordsman.

But the breath of the people present was stagnant, and they were surprised to see that although Ye Gucheng's sword stabbed at Ximen Chuixue, when the two swords collided, it was Ye Gucheng who was defeated.

what's the situation? !

Anyone with a little vision can see the weird situation in the duel, not to mention that everyone present will lack that vision.

Ximen Chuixue gave this "Ye Gucheng" a cold look, jumped off and went straight to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Just when the others were at a loss and didn't know why, Wei Ziyun, the number one expert in the university, suddenly appeared and issued a hospitality order to everyone.

Wei Ziyun cupped his fists expressionlessly: "Please wait a moment, everyone."

These words are solemn, but it is not difficult for those who are interested to find that there are many more soldiers around, and there is also a fire-colored dragon in the distance, which is constantly approaching the outer edge of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

This is... a few people glanced at each other, is it going to change?

No matter what the people outside think, it is hard to describe the performance of Nan Wang and others in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Zhu Yujun was laughed out of anger, and after the situation was settled, she pointed at Prince Nan who looked exactly like her and sneered again and again.

"This idiot still wants to pretend to be me?"

In all fairness, since Prince Nan's son looks the same as Zhu Yujun, it is by no means ugly.

There are many handsome men and beautiful women in the royal family, whether it is the first emperor or Nan Wang and other brothers, they are definitely rare beautiful men in the world.

Because of the blood of both parents, Zhu Yujun has become a noble son of Qingfengliangyue. He has red lips and white teeth, and his words and smiles are very handsome.

In contrast, the Prince Nan, who can also be regarded as a handsome man, lacks the majesty of a monarch in Zhu Yujun's eyebrows.

Shallowness seems to have a shallow heart under the skin as well.

Ambition is not considered a shortcoming in the royal family, but the problem is that the whole family is idiots, and ambition alone is a fatal event.

Zhu Yujun waved his hands tiredly. Even the eunuch arranged by Nanwang in advance had been dragged out of the hall, and thrown on the ground like a dead dog. Thinking about coming, Nanwang had no other means.

In the past, the great eunuch who was very important in the eyes of various forces never thought that he would fall into this world. He tried to hug the emperor's thigh several times to beg for mercy, but was kicked away by Zhu Yujun impatiently. At this time, he was already crying .

But just look at the old eunuch who grew up with Zhu Yujun, who was exiled to the queen mother's palace just for Ye Gucheng's convenience. This eunuch who was a spy for the king of Nan will never end up because he can eat anywhere. It will be better.

This is what Ximen Chuuxue, Lu Xiaofeng and others saw when they arrived.

Ye Gucheng stood beside Zhu Yujun, while Nanwang and the others knelt and crawled on the ground, with a dull expression of the sky falling and the earth falling.

What made them become like this was Ye Gucheng's unforeseen betrayal, and his chilling heart when he was pointed at by the Flying Immortal.

The Baiyun City Lord, who was originally regarded as the biggest hole card, has now become his own reminder.

Zhu Yujun raised her head proudly.

"Who is coming?"

Lu Xiaofeng was the first to introduce himself after a pause, while Ximen Chuuxue's full attention fell on Ye Gucheng.

Even though there were many messy people in the middle of the two, their eyes met and collided for the first time, and after that, flames blazed from the bottom of their eyes.

After Zhu Yujun and Lu Xiaofeng finished exchanging the information they had with each other, before they could say that Shu Er and others were not guilty of trespassing into the palace, when they came back to their senses, the air had become quiet, and the atmosphere had condensed into a kingdom of ice and snow.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue looked at each other, calmly suppressing their vigorous momentum.

There is no doubt that in their eyes, apart from each other, other people in the temple have become dispensable.

Zhu Yujun already had a feeling for Ye Gucheng's request, so when he proposed to continue the duel, he agreed.

But this time, he was taken to the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony by Lu Xiaofeng, and he was blowing the cold wind with a group of martial arts celebrities after the ban was lifted.

At this time, the moon is full, which is different from the loneliness and arrogance of the previous night. At this time, the moon is hanging under the cornice, Ximen is blowing snow, and Ye Gucheng is standing on the cornice.

The robes are flying, and the expressions are solemn.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew through the ends of the hair, creating a small arc, bursting with cold light in the air, and the flickering of the sword light actually illuminated a cold glow at night.

In Ximen Chuuxue's hands, the sword is like rain, plum blossoms, and snow, instantly drawing the vitality of the land.

Ye Gucheng's reaction was also affectionate and seemingly ruthless, lofty, cold as a fairy, his figure was ethereal and uncertain, but when he lost his mind for a moment, there was a chill on his brows, the cold light flashed and disappeared, and the sword intent condensed into it.

A superb sword, a transcendent person.

Everyone is reluctant to look away for a moment, for fear of missing a wonderful episode and regretting it for the rest of their lives.

His eyes followed the two swords without blinking, watching them pick or tease, or occasionally make a stunning move, wishing to realize the fiery heart.

Faster, faster!

It seems that if it comes true, this sword will no longer be a human swordsmanship, and the person who uses the sword will no longer be a mortal.

As if hearing their voices, Ye Gucheng made a false move, stepped back a few steps, calmed down, the sword light was ethereal, flying immortals from the sky!

When this non-human swordsmanship was truly displayed, everyone was stunned to realize how rough the counterfeit's swordsmanship was just now.

The same Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky fell into the hands of the lord of Baiyun City, and that is the real Flying Escape, omnipotent, and the immortal swordsmanship that the world marvels at.

Once such gorgeous sword techniques are unfolded, everyone's eyes seem to be swallowed up, and they can't miss God at all.

But at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue's long sword, who was originally weak in the previous fierce battle, flicked, and the crow's sheathed sword with softness in the steel turned and flowed, like water pouring into the Yangtze River and into the Bohai Sea. .

The stars in the sky are imprinted on the sword body, composing a long river.

He used an unprecedented sword move to fight against the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky!

The shock of this battle is so shocking that people cannot take their eyes off it. The wonder of this battle is that this unparalleled swordsmanship is not the only one in the world.

Just when the full moon was nervously brushed by a wisp of tulle, the third sword emerged from the blind spot of everyone's vision, showing a slanting softness.

One swing, swing away Feixian Luoqi, one swing, swing away to guide the long eyes.

The third swing is soul-stirring, unparalleled in the world.

The stars dimmed, the silver moon paled, everyone saw a sword like no other, but the one who made the sword had the ability to change the situation within an inch.

The author has something to say:

I think what I wrote is quite wonderful. There is no way that the adjectives have been hollowed out. If you dare to say that it is not wonderful, it will be dragged out to death! ! ! !