Nightfall

Liansheng Dashun looked at her indifferently, suddenly smiled, and gently lowered her head as if to go to the lotus to see the dewdrops of blood on her delicate cheeks, and then gnawed a piece of flesh from her again.

There was pain in Ye Hongyu's eyes, but he laughed wildly: "You are afraid."

Master Liansheng ignored her and calmly chewed the third bite of blood, trying to restore his spirit and vitality in the shortest time at least before Ning Que woke up.

The catty decades ago ... He is the most terrifying and powerful person in the world. Faced with him today, the leaders of the three young generations in the world broke out at the same time, and finally found a glimmer of hope in despair, and vigorously won a line of life in the face of death. The strong self-confidence and perseverance contained in this dangerous process will be Master Liansheng, who has seen countless earth-shattering events in his life, also feels palpitations and must show respect with seriousness.

The key point of the current situation is that when the bookworm not only hesitated to make the sea of ​​knowledge on the verge of collapse, but also built a block formation to isolate Master Liansheng's mental attack, whether it was Master Liansheng who absorbed blood and regained strength with Li meal to restore strength first, or rather Lack is the first to understand Haoran's intentions and wake up from the current state of ignorance.

Ning Que did n’t know that the situation was so dangerous at this time. He did n’t know what sacrifices and efforts the bookworm and Taoist had made to prevent Liansheng from interrupting his inexplicable spiritual practice. He did n’t know what he was doing and did n’t know. Why he looked at the sword marks and exchanged fire with kindness, the body and even the blood in the body subconsciously moved with these sword marks, he even forgot all the things that happened before and all the world except himself.

This is very dangerous to the realm, like a whole baby ... walking unarmed in a dangerous wilderness, and may be injured and eaten by the beast at any time, but also because this and the realm are full of innocent childlike hearts, clean and transparent. Make a little bit of dust, so that you can sincerely accept the projection of the outside world on the mind

This state is called emptiness.

Ning Que felt very good in the state of being clearly written and very powerful:

There are only stone walls in front of his eyes, and the cyan stone walls on the four walls of the roof. The mottled sword marks on the stone walls seem to come alive ... Entering his soul through the eyes ... Evolving into countless things.

Flowing in the night sky like a star, leaping in the valley like a stream ... floating in the blue sky like a flowing cloud, proud in the world like a mountain, walking happily like a traveler on the road.

Those scratches are flowing, picking up traces, turning pages like a book ... Each page is painted with clear maps, and those maps seem to be a certain and wonderful footwork, and they are like a certain and powerful engraving. The technique is more like a certain and magical power, and it is nothing, just a certain means a certain attitude.

He followed the sword marks in his eyes and began to imitate walking ... began to wield the sword for the sword, began to think in silence, began to smile and taste, the pace under his feet became smoother and smoother, and the grip of the Park knife was waving more and more smoothly.

Indistinctly ... He realized something deeper.

The sword marks left by Uncle Xiao on the bluestone wall were originally intended to express a certain emotion.

The feet are walking more and more smoothly, and the knife is waving more and more smoothly ... in the end it is unrestrained.

Travelers want to see more scenery in the world, and forget the fatigue and pain during the journey ... they should dance and dance.

In the independent world of Dashan, it is necessary to ignore the worship of the people to be at ease, so it should be so proud:

Flowing clouds staying or floating in the blue sky are all following the direction of the wind.

The stream is flowing down the Rungu, and every collision with the stone must be regarded as a game. With the attraction of the earth, the countless beautiful water splashes are stimulated. This is called the jump: the stars are still in the night sky or Flowing, just smiling at the world according to its own ideas.

All things are taken for granted:

This is undoubtedly easy and pleasant.

As a matter of course, even if there are thousands of people in front, I will go when I want to go.

I have a sense of awe-inspiring spirit, so I should be free.

This is the science and technology between heaven and earth

He was severely conscious of the sea, and his thoughts gained from more than ten years of meditation began to flow slowly like those of white clouds, night stars, streams, began to stand still like mountains, and began to be as cheerful as a traveler.

The sword spirit contained in the mottled scratches on the stone wall, gradually drifting into his body with the faint fire, and with his spiritual enlightenment, these thoughts accelerated into the body, and then began to stop with the power of Nian Li Caper.

I do n’t know how these swords exist. After entering the body, they turned into a warm heat flow, repaired his sea of ​​knowledge in a short time, and then continued to pierce the snow mountain and the sea of ​​air from his heart:

The sense of being repaired and moisturized by the sea is very good. Ning Que held a knife and stood in front of the stone wall, unaware of everything outside her body, but her brows unconsciously spread out, and then suddenly tightened, I felt a strong voice coming from the chest Pain.

The scratches in the mottled scratches raged in his body, as if turning into thousands of tens of thousands of real small strokes, slamming through the blood of those meridian and fat cuts that were invisible to the naked eye.

This is even more terrifying than the Wandao Dao carved by Dao Lake on Da Ming Lake.

Then thousands of tens of thousands of small strokes flew to the snowy mountains in the waist and abdomen, and began to strike constantly. The sharp strokes easily cut off the hard ice between the snow peaks, bursting countless snowflakes, and the sword struck the snowy mountains. The speed is getting faster and faster. Millions and hundreds of millions of cuts are completed in the blink of an eye. The cutting of the carved front and the ice gradually accumulates a terrifying high temperature. The snow mountain that has been silent and frozen for countless hours begins to melt into water and merges upward. Qi Haigong

Thousands of tens of thousands of small swords flew upward again in his body or consciousness, and flew to the calm sea of ​​Qi, still as if hitting the snow mountain, began to silently concentrate on the tens of billions of times of cutting, calm Qihai It started to roll and lifted the giant sky, just like boiling, and the direct line finally began to boil into the mist of the sky.

The mist of the snowy mountains and seas melted and turned into steam, and he moved slowly along his body in accordance with a certain channel, but it was seamless and seamless. Every time somewhere, it would leave some water mist and then condense. The dewdrops begin to moisturize.

As the dewdrops condensed by the water mist kept moisturizing, those body parts began to decompose and reconstruct ... It was like an old house was dismantled and rebuilt, but the rebuilt house was so beautiful, so strong The pillars support each other, and they are not afraid of rain and wind.

Ning Que felt that with the warmth flowing through the body, it seemed that there were countless powers being re-infused into his muscular bones, which was very comfortable, very powerful, and it was fascinating and unwilling to wake up.

The scratches on the mottled stone wall are still flowing slowly ... The scratches in the deep-fried scratches continue to enter his body ... Turning into countless handles, the snow mountains and the sea are bombarded, moisturizing and powerful. Body:

Time passes by one minute and one second.

Ning Que, who is in a state of pain and intoxication ... "Suddenly a shadow passed across his mind, even though he felt his body become cold even in an empty state, because he suddenly thought of something and began to feel great fear. If you let this majestic sword continue, will your snowy mountains and seas be slashed? If the qi that you have worked hard to get through disappeared ... can you still practice?

Because of fear and uneasiness, he suddenly woke up.

He was uneasy looking at the mottled scratches on the wall, cold sweat, cold and cold between the palm and the handle of the knife:

These scratches, these friendships, are the audacious scratches of Uncle Xiao.

He finally understood what Master Liansheng said.

Xiu Haoran Sword ... lies in the awe-inspiring breath in his chest.

And to practice Hao Ran Qi, you need to abandon Hao Tian, ​​and even be an enemy with Hao Tian.

Enemy with Haotian is the devil.

Uncle Xiaoshi was enchanted when he held the sword.

So the uncle Xiaoshi was finally killed by heaven.

I have realized Haoran's sword intention, and if I accept Jianyi's breath, I will inherit the mantle of Uncle Xiaoyi.

Will be enchanted.

It is a glorious and proud thing to continue the uncle's mantle:

But it is also the most dangerous thing in the world.

It is a peerless character like Uncle Xiao, who can't escape the end when he gets into the magic.

If you learn how to draw awesomely ... how many days can you survive in the world?

Ning Quexin looked around

In Bone Mountain, the old monk was carrying magic skills in silence ... Ye Hongyu was unconscious under him.

Mo Shanshan saw that he finally woke up, smiled hard, could no longer support his body, and collapsed to the ground.

The night is already covered with the world outside the mountain, and the room is very dark:

He was standing in front of Gushan with a knife, and his sweat was soaked in the cotton coat, and he was silent about how to move forward.

The sword marks on the mottled stone wall stopped flowing, waiting silently.

The sword in the body slowly stopped flowing, silently waiting for the apprentice.

His will is also silently waiting for the final decision.

Once enchanted, it is a character like Lian Sheng who can only hide in the night. If he wants to walk in the world proudly like an uncle Xiaoshi, no matter what level he practices in, the end result will still be the death of the gods.

Ning Que looked up at the sky, but could not see it, only to see the cold stone walls and the colors of the night.

For practitioners, this is the most difficult decision.

The awe of Haotian will make them dare not touch the dark night world.

Even those practitioners who have no awe to Haotian, due to the great horror between life and death, will struggle very hard. They will probably think hard and meditate for half a lifetime, and can't get a final conclusion.

It seems that thinking has struggled for a whole life.

In fact, I only thought about the time when thirty green onions fell on the fried egg noodles in my palm:

He wants to live.

He wants to live with someone

This is the most important thing.

In contrast, Haotian is just a shit.

Shit.

Ning Que raised Park Sword until flush with his brows.

Worship the last time in this life.

Then drop the knife.

The blade fell on the stone wall.

It fell on the scratch left by Xiaoshi Uncle.

The wrist turned sharply, and with two scratches, he flicked to the left and punched to the right.

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With this simple action, the sword that was waiting in silence suddenly appeared.

Countless handles condensed together for a while, splitting down the snowy mountains spontaneously.

At this moment, Ning Que knew that he had entered a new world.

There is still power in the sea, but no longer playing the piano and listening to the world, but creating a beautiful new world in the body. Then, there are trees, lakes, mountains and sea in the world, just waiting for life to flourish here.

There is an additional passage between the snowy mountains and the sea. The passage seems to have always existed, but it was covered up by the blockage and could not be seen. At this time, it finally showed its true content, and the majestic sword became a certain and substantial breath from that Howling through the passage, the vastness of the soup, the endless horizon, rushed into the sky, finally unhappy.

It's for noble spirits.

A subtle air spit sound sounded, and dust spattered out of Ning Que's body, carrying debris.

His eyes were crystal clear, and then slowly converged to be ordinary.