Sword of Coming

The old show was awkward and screamed: "Only the little man and the woman are hard to raise, and the ancients don't bully me!"

The tall woman twisted the snow-white lotus leaf that she did not know where she picked it. The murder was heavy. Although her face was still smiling, she couldn’t help but look chilly. "You can’t beat it? Are you looking for it?!"

The circular sword array, which was originally spread over ten miles away, instantly collapsed and became a place that only trapped the riverside cliffs. At the same time, the swordsmanship became more and more striking, and the sword-studded wall formed by the swordsmanship Invisible flow of imaginary avenues,

The old man only shrank his neck, and the light came out. He immediately got a sigh of relief and asked aloud: "The fight can be, but can you change the style of play? You can rest assured that this request can be taken along with Chen Ping and ensure reasonable. , with your wishes!"

The tall woman was silent and suddenly saw the old man giving her eyes to herself.

She hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

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On the wellhead inside the inn, the juvenile fingers clasped together as a sword, pointing to the bottom of the well.

The rainbow light created by the first swordsmanship gradually faded away from the old wells. It is no longer the dazzling glare that makes people completely unable to look straight. Through the light, Chen Ping’s faintly visible is said to be "extreme." The small "sword", after leaving the Qifu acupoint, condenses the essence, like a heavy rain, madly squatting on a "ground", and this piece of land that withstood the torrential rain hit the bang, like a mirror of a round mirror.

Of course, Chen Ping will not know that it is called Lei Xie Shi Yin Kong, the origins are extraordinary, there is a great source!

After the Heavenly Emperor, who was in charge of Leifa in the ancient times, the thunder gods followed suit, and they divided the Thunder power of the ancestors of the law. They mastered some of the thunder powers, and then they were even more in a situation, except for the position. In addition to the Thunder God of the Spring Festival, many other gods have already become the existence of the mountains and rivers, or they are bound by the three saints, and they are not allowed to cross the "lei pool", or they are often similar to the Fengxue Temple Zhenwu Mountain. The military forces of the stream, or some of the Taoist sects of the Tao, take the thunder and symbolize the law of the gods, and call them away.

And this Lei Shisi mirror, the owner was once one of the thunder gods, although repeatedly suffered, from the mirror to the inside, has long been ruined, the lightning glory inside is almost exhausted, but it is not grace and the five worlds The monk can break.

The white boy in the ancient well, the body shape has been suppressed more than a foot, still with his hands and shoulders to death against the bottom of the mirror, was smashed by the sword, the mirror vibrates, constantly broken and broken, but soon The residual lightning contained in the mirror is automatically restored to its original appearance.

Swords and slashes are like iron rides, and the mirrors resist the steps.

The two are killing each other, and it depends on who is prematurely exhausted.

Juvenile Cui Wei clenched his teeth and covered his face with blood. He blurred the beauty of Zhang Jun. At this time, there was no extra strength. He could only recite in his heart: "Through this sword rain, I must be a hundred times after I go up." Blessing! Certainly, the sword rain will turn from bad to bad, I just insist on it for a while, Chen Ping, you are waiting!"

Although the heart of the well is not diminished, it is really a bit bleak for such a **** look.

Even if it was the bleak years of the rebellion of the division, all the way to travel, leaving the Middle-earth Shenzhou, to the south of the continent, and finally chose to settle in the smallest Dongbao Pingzhou in the territory, the old literary singer Cui Wei, far away A few million miles, and on the way, why not be free, demon and ghost, enchanting, who can make him so embarrassed?

You must know that before you became a teacher of the Dagu State, Cui Wei, a man who had a difficult time to go to the elegant hall, only after he had deceived his demon, he would come to a word that "the ants are not as good as the ants." ""

The younger Cui Wei, who is looking at the mirror, continues to fall, but the size is getting smaller.

The mirror can still be supported, but there is a stream of swords flowing down the outside of the mirror. It is soaked by the continuous sword, and the young body is already crumbling.

He had to think about it, slipping out of the sleeve from the bottom of the pressure box, and collecting it for many years. At this time, he used it, and his face was awkward.

The golden symbol first sticks to the white cuffs and then melts instantly. Soon Cui Wei’s face on the white coat is full of golden runes. Under the sound, there is a Buddha’s door sound, and the white clothes roll like water. Juvenile Cui Weibao is solemn.

This symbol is extremely special. If gold powder and cinnabar are the most important materials for painting, then there are some materials that can be encountered. Once they are made into Fu, the various effects of Fu Yu are wonderful, such as Cui Wei. It is the golden blood of a Western Buddhist country, the golden blood, as the most important material of the painting, and the sorghum is almost formed into a Buddha fruit position, so the blood is golden, poured in the gold powder, in the symbol By writing the "Diamond Sutra" scriptures, you can turn into a Buddha's infinite gold amulet, which is the impact of the land swordsman, can withstand.

How can young Cui Wei not feel bad?

After offering this value-for-life life-saving symbol, the young man’s mind is slightly calculated, and it is easy to calculate the sword gas to make the mirror collapse, and the mirror itself will not be damaged. In the future, as long as the thunderstorm night, go to the sea of ​​lightning and thunder. Among them, the lightning bolt enters the mirror, and after a few years, the Lei Shisi mirror can be restored.

As a result, Cui Wei’s heart was set aside, slightly tilting his arms, and wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately. “It’s a shameful shame, and it’s almost the root of my golden body and jade leaves!”

Cui Wei closed his eyes and began to silently gain momentum.

A key moment that waits for this sword to be scattered, is the time when he kills the well.

Of course he will not wait for the sword to be exhausted.

If it is until the sword gas completely disappears, once the above-mentioned Chen Pingan finds that he is not dead, then the mud legs of the mud bottle lane can not be said, there is really a follow-up sinister adventure.

After all, at this time, no matter whether it is repairing or body, I can't stand any accidental "pushing".

It’s really muddy and rugged!

The boy hates in his heart.

At the beginning of the town trip, it was the battle of the national teacher Cui Wei, who believed that it was the end of the battle. Because of the opportunity to witness the seizure, he did not hesitate to split the spirit and live in another body, leaving the juvenile image in a big way. Beijing.

I thought that even if I couldn’t break the literary grace of Mr. Wen Sheng and the younger brother Qi Jingchun, I could also use the boy in the mud bottle lane as the object of enlightenment, and use the stone of the mountain to attack the jade, to make up for the most lack of state of mind. Helping you to break through the ten realities, you can hope to return to the 12th peak and rebuild your skills. Even if you use your knowledge to promote your own knowledge, as long as you can learn your own affairs and be able to spread across the continent, you can go one step further. If the Confucian students in the land of a continent are the disciples of my family, they are unbelievable.

At that time, no matter how it was calculated, Cui Wei was able to stand in an invincible position, nothing more than the difference in profit size.

However, I did not think that Qi Jingchun’s true selection of rumored disciples was not the Zhao Zi who sent the spring seals, not the Song salary paid for the only books left, or even Lin Shouyi’s seed books.

But the little girl named Li Bao bottle is a woman! How does a woman inherit the context? Mr. Woman, female husband? Not afraid of being the laughing stock of the world? Not afraid to be regarded as the number one heresy by the old people in the Confucian Academy.

I didn’t even think of Qi Jingchun’s teacher, who gave him the relics of Cui Wei and Qi Jingchun, and the relics of Wen Sheng, to the young Chen Ping.

In this way, not only did the context not be cut off, but the fire was passed on to the generation of Li Baobo, and Cui Wei, who had been deceiving the ancestors and renegade the teacher, was once again tied to Wen Sheng because of Chen Pingan.

This makes Cui Wei, who mistakenly believes that the winner is in the grip, and the mind is completely broken in an instant, and with the invisible transport of the literature, he falls to the fifth state and repairs it. If he later reached a covenant with Yang Laotou, he learned that he had lost a long time. The mysterious mystery complements a mysterious loophole that Cui Wei himself has researched, and is able to quickly raise the soul, such as dead wood, and repairs began to rise.

However, this kind of secret method has a fatal flaw. The accumulated repair is an "illusion". Once it is used up, it will be returned to its original form. Unless you break through the ten realms in one breath, you can "fake the truth and the truth" after you have five things. If you are false and real, you will be confused. This is another world.

When arriving at the Qiulu Inn in the county town, the "false" realm of the young Cui Wei has actually been re-approached to Jiu Jing, and this has the opportunity to use the means of "seeking God" to ask for a golden body of Confucian saints. The realm is false and the means are true. Therefore, this makes the cold food and water gods scare the liver and gallbladder. Otherwise, the experience of the Qingpao man in the northland water transport for hundreds of years and the city, do not eat enough, how can it be tamed by Cui Wei like a small stream?

Under the well.

The torrential rain that fell from the wellhead was still aggressive, and the sword light was splashed by the mirror.

The white boy has almost stepped on the bottom of the well bottom waterway. The well water and the groundwater in the city connected to the river have already been evaporated by the sword.

Juvenile Cui Wei began to count down in her heart.

He does not want to kill Chen Pingan, it is true, at least for the time being.

Because Cui Wei is more like a tug-of-war, he hopes to pull the juvenile onto his own avenue. In the shortest period of time, Cui Wei will not only harm Chen Pingan, but will help Chen Ping’s growth as much as possible. At most, he will quietly change Chen’s peace of mind, spring and rain, and subtly change, eventually becoming the same person in his life, Cui Yuchen. Peaceful luck is good, and there is hope in the future to inherit Cui Wei’s clothes, and Cui Wei will not refuse.

But Cui Wei really wants to kill Li Bao.

Because once this little girl grows up, and Cui Wei is still involved with Chen Ping, Li Baobo suffers from the nickname and crowding, and Cui Wei’s avenue is more or less affected, which is perfect for the pursuit. For Cui Wei, it is absolutely unbearable.

Juvenile Cui Wei feels that this is simply an innocent disaster.

Even if I want to think of a bad person who is ill-intentioned, if I want to kill you, Chen Ping, why bother to come and squat all the way to the grandson? It is clear that you are harmless.

Why do you want to kill me with a bit of guessing? !

Why do you think that I will be guilty of murdering the three children, and I will kill them without any help?

Then what is your kid? That Qi Jingchun has always praised the gentleman, why is it that Qi Jingchun valued you, but it is so unreasonable? Why do the old man let me learn from you? ! My Cui Wei was once the first person of Wen Sheng. I once taught Qi Jingchun to learn about the status of Confucianism. I am a high-ranking gentleman, why is it better? And you, Chen Ping, do things with such heart and mind, the old man’s vision is as bad as ever.

Qi Jingchun helps you pick and choose, is it not the same as helping you pick the second Cui Wei?

The younger Cui Wei, who touched the slate with her feet, continued to count down in her heart and waited for an opportunity to move.

There was a burst of pleasure at the same time.

Haha, it’s so better, it means that after I get out of the woods, I will torture you for a long time. At least I will let you die and steal your life. Keep your life. You will follow me on the same road and walk more naturally. Smooth. That said, your kid's luck is not too bad.

Moreover, the words that the dead old man planted on Cui Wei’s body are only for Chen Ping’s one, and Cui Wei is not allowed to mourn Chen’s peace. Otherwise, he will suffer from the whip, but otherwise No other actions have been constrained. This is in line with the knowledge of the old man, and it is almost in line with each other. It is necessary to trace the source of the matter to the source. After the original source of the Qing Dynasty, it is possible to open the branches in the moral articles and the people.

In the future, Cui Wei wants you to see Qi Jingchun’s rumor, how the little girl named Li Baobo died in front of you, and wants you to know what is the avenue of the road, why did she die!

The time has come!

Cui Wei’s arms against the mirror have long been **** and fuzzy, and the bones are visible. I just don’t care. “Sword is like a rainbow? Is the waterfall upside down? Let’s open it!”

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However, just before the moment when Cui Wei thought he had succeeded, there was only such a small difference, the feet and the feet of the sandals and teenagers standing at the wellhead finally finished, although the spirits swayed, the internal organs did not hurt. Into the bone marrow, so I can only gently tremble: "Go."

The second waterfall poured down.

Your uncle's Chen Ping, Lao Tzu was killed by you here.

This is the only thought of the young Cui Wei at that time.

Chen Pingan was crumbling on the wellhead.

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before this.

Chen Pingan sat in the gazebo for the second time tonight. At that time, he and Li Baobo, who were awakened by a nightmare, sat in the gazebo, and there was a breeze blowing the small pavilion for no reason.

When the teenager remembered something, he was somewhat sad. At the same time, he closed his eyes with Li Baowan and listened carefully to the ringing of the iron horse.

The teenager silently told himself in his heart, "Mr. Qi, if the sound of the wind chimes is even, put it on, and bear the name of Cui. But if it is odd, I will shoot."

Hey, hey, hey.

After the seventh sound, there is no sound.

So after the young girl of the red cotton python left the gazebo, the boy stood on the edge of the wellhead.

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Earlier, before the sandals and teenagers left the town.

At the reminder of Yang Laotou, Chen Pingan left Yangjiapu with an umbrella and went to the umbrella to visit Yang Laotou and Mr. Xue, who gave him the watermark of the two mountains.

One big and one small walk in the small street.

"Gentlemen can deceive. In this sentence, you can say to Yang's predecessors that they listen."

"If you are undecided in the future, you can ask the spring breeze. Well, this sentence, you just have to stay in your heart, and maybe you can use it later. But I hope I don't need it."

After finishing this sentence, the readers of the pair of frosty whites are rare and not so old-fashioned and serious as they were taught in the school. They blinked, looked at the teenager, and smiled.

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When the teenager left the town with the little girl.

There was a last bit of the soul of a young sorcerer. After going to a big hole in the sky, I went back to the world, and after walking a distance with the sandals boy and the little girl, I stopped. Looking at the back of the younger brother and his disciples, no longer send them.

When the reader finally waved his hand in silence, with this gentle wave of sleeves, there was a spring breeze that lingered around the teenager, quietly, and remained for a long time.

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In the well.

Together with the Lei Shisi mirror, the young Cui Wei was thrown back to the bottom of the well, and the whole person curled up together, lying on the dry bluestone floor, trying to hide under the mirror.

Although I tried my best to make the final dying struggle, in fact, Cui Wei’s heart has already been completely ruined.

The mirror was shocked, and the white boy who was brought to the bottom, the huge collision force, and the sword flow "water flow" after the sword airflow through the mirror, brought a huge burning sensation to the young body, which made him begin to be confused.

Just in the moment of closing your eyes.

The old show was branded on the coffin of the young Cui Wei, and it disappeared.

The spirit of the white boy is alive, such as after a long drought, after the rain, extraordinarily spirited, Cui Wei still dare to spare time, at this time do not desperately wait for time, "haha, help me also! God, you will appear This kind of mistakes! You will also have a self-defeating day when you are not dead. It’s really the day that helps me Cui Wei, the road of nowhere!"

I saw one of the golden characters full of arrogance and anger, and Cui Wei, who was distorted by the pain of his face, was peeled off from the soul of the soul. This kind of pain that can be hidden from nowhere can be more than a thousand. It’s terrible.

However, Cui Wei’s mind became clearer and clearer. “The saints taught me to teach the text,” and the white-collar teenagers drove the gold characters that were temporarily unowned, and hit the Jianqi Waterfall.

The gold characters and the sword gas collide with each other.

There is no sound at all, but the more so silent, the more shocking.

It is no longer the scope of any struggle for power and power, but just another form of avenue.

This waterfall.

After all, it is a "small" sword.

And those gold characters are only temporarily borrowed by people.

The two were deadlocked, and in the end they seemed to be trying to make a situation that was evenly matched.

It seems that the two armies are facing each other, and they have lost both sides. They are all destroyed by the whole army.

After cognizing the opportunity, Cui Wei had not waited for it, and began to sit up cautiously, then picked it up a little bit, and finally he was bent over and stood.

He moved to one side, the mirror was instantly skewed, and the last sword gas was all turned to the other side of the inner wall of the wellhead. The white boy simply lost the ancient mirror and the feet were on the ground. The whole person rose to the sky and then instantly Disappeared, only the gloomy voice of resentment, constantly echoing in the ancient well: "You have a third sword now, you are too late!"

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Chen Pingan stood at the wellhead and set up a pile of swords in his hands. After the last sword left, he was ready to meet the enemy with boxing.

That Lushan spectrum, once in the opening preface, clearly and clearly open the emperor: "After the world, I am a man of the mountain, even if I meet the enemy of the three teachers, remember that my generation can be weak, the situation can be lost, only one Fist! Never retreat!"

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at the same time.

In the small courtyard of Yajing, the little girl in the red cotton jacket was awakened again in the house. It was not a nightmare, but was awakened by a beech sword.

The confused Li Bao bottle suddenly widened his eyes. Before it was a wooden sword that broke through the window, he quickly portrayed a Qi word in the air, then smashed it to the door, and Li Bao bottle was too fast to cover the ears. Jumped out of bed, boots were not worn, running barefoot, after opening the door, followed the wooden sword to the house where the little teacher lived, because Chen Pingan had not returned yet, so there was no trick, and the flying sword was suddenly knocked open. Li Baobao rushed into the sword with Feijian at this time, seeing it pointed to the back.

Finally, under the fingertips of Feijian, Li Baoquan took out a seal hidden by a small teacher. After opening it, he found that the little teacher and his uncle had only secretly read the meditation on her. This made it hard to "nod" and quickly flew out of the house.

The little girl clenched the static seal of the gentleman who gave her to her little teacher, followed by the sapling sword that appeared in the back inexplicably, and flew all the way to the gazebo. She jumped out of the pavilion and ran to Xiaoshishu. There is a wellhead on the station.

In an instant, the seal in the hands of Li Bao bottle, she broke away from her palm, swiftly plunged to the wellhead, higher than the head of her little teacher, and then stunned.

Above the wellhead, someone is tearing the heart: "Come again? Qi Jingchun, I am doing your uncle! The ghost is not scattered, is your mother's endless?!"

I saw a white boy who appeared inextricably above the wellhead. His forehead was heavily smashed by a seal. The whole person flew out and fell to the ground.

A white boy who has not been left in his own body, muttered before the fainting of the past: "Qi Jingchun, count you, I admit defeat."