Sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, day after day, week after week.
The heavenly spirit world, the spirit sword Luo Shi, lost a holy king, and his strength was greatly reduced.
They danced after smelling the chicken and worked hard.
Set up a dojo and set up a banquet to catch all the heroes and heroes who are willing to stay here.
One sword, ten zhang, can become even bigger, a huge sword that can break the abyss and fill the sea.
Long hair fluttering, like a dream, living in a dream, looking back on the past, how can a wonderful word come out.
As soon as the long-haired young man landed on the ground with a big knife, he pointed drunkly at a glimpse of light in the sky.
"Big Brother Tianya, come and fight with me for another three hundred rounds, but... Hiccup... You have to... suppress the realm, otherwise you can break my bones with a little effort. Holy Knife Art, the eighteenth layer, Heavenly sword tyrant! Look at the trick!
A hurricane soared straight into the sky, swept all over the place, with wind and sand everywhere.
The shadow of the knife is about thousands of feet, splitting the mountains and rivers to see the sun and the moon, cutting off the mortal dust and becoming a fairy.
It is only a ten thousand artistic conception, and the physical body seems to have crossed the catastrophe, one punch can break the source of the five elements, and the sword intent will surpass the sky, killing and destroying.
He is called Huangqiong, his body is like the sky, his heart is like a profound iron, he was born for the sword, and died for the sword, he has no regrets in this life, and he will never change until death.
The ten thousand zhang ray pierced the sky, and no one dared to die in the ten-kilosis realm.
However, the opponent on his head is the peerless supreme of the Ninth Calamity. He holds a light sword in his hand and lifts light as if he is heavy. A sword shadow totem just touched this domineering sword shadow, and the sword shadow collapsed in an instant.
"Haha, awesome!"
With long hair fluttering, he leaned the knife against his back, went straight up to the blue clouds, braved the wind and waves, and slammed it hard on the top of the light with his violent fist, right on the shoulder of the person in the glow.
"Boom..."
There was a violent sound, the clouds fell and the rain fell, moistening things silently.
This punch can call the wind and rain, and hit Huanglong directly. The arrogant physical power is so domineering, and the speed is like an endless abyss, layered on top of each other, and the figure dazzles people.
"Get me down..."
"Snapped!"
The man above, slapped over, and the emperor dome was slapped flying like a feather, but an upside-down green onion came and inserted his head into the seam. This is the realistic version of finding a seam to drill in.
The head was already buried, his legs swayed up and down, and his legs stretched out to stare.
"Bang..." The soil cracked, and he soared into the sky, and was kicked by the person above, lying on the ground, grinning, flushed face, pungent alcohol, no matter how much he was, I was free and unrestrained.
The man above was a white feather garb made of silk and satin. He did not lose his grace, fell lightly, behind one hand, holding a sword in the other, glancing at the weak chicken in front, smacking his lips, and exclaiming: "Black Fire Zhu is really amazing, the Great Sword Emperor is indeed the senior sword repairer I admire.
You are his disciple, and you are deeply impressed by his true biography.
But... I've quit drinking, how come you become like me like a drunk? Could it be that you want to become me? "
He looks like a Xi and peaceful, caressing Changqin, can also fascinate thousands of young girls, with a frown and a smile, all can charm the world, once the shaggy beard, but now it is wiped out.
On the other hand, Huangqiong, the once cold-faced killer, ruthless, threw his head and sprinkled blood for the sect, but became a drunk. The two people seem to have exchanged their souls. drunkard.
"Yi Tianya, I want to ask you, why do you want to quit drinking
How can you worry about a carefree person like you? Ok? Ha ha… "
Regardless of his image, Huang Qiong turned upside down, talked to himself, blushed and his neck was thick, and he had already forgotten his surname.
"Hey... Who said I was carefree? Recently... Master Jian Hanzun... He was seriously injured and needs to be nursed back to life. The big brother is absolutely stunned and is missing.
The spiritual world is covered by the conspiracy of the evil race and is at stake.
I want to give myself a sober time.
As soon as possible... Become a domain master, and merge the law of kendo with the law of annihilation and the law of ice.
The tenth calamity, I am bound to win! Take advantage of the disaster, do not break or stand! "
He smiled bitterly and spoke so solemnly that Huang Qiong didn't care. He was alone in his family, and he didn't need any sorrow.
I wanted to protect the way for someone, but that person was better than him. He was tired and light, and he was happy and relaxed, just for the sword way, immersed in it all his life, and vowed not to look back.
"Come and come, don't talk nonsense, go to the Sword God County, I want to compare with those kendo evildoers, and see if my sword is more domineering, or their sword is sharper!"
Huang Qiong was so drunk that he swayed and started to talk nonsense again.
Yi Tianya curled his lips, pulled him, Yu Jian Xiaoyao, smiled and sang proudly, and flew to the Sword God Prefecture of Luo Shi, the Holy Land of Swordsmanship.
At the same time, at the entrance of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, eighteen great sages are sitting here, waiting here.
It was another sword repairman, who looked a little thin and had dark skin, as if he had been exposed to the sun.
He seemed to be a walker who came from the desert of yellow sand, not tepid, how inconspicuous he is in the eyes of ordinary people.
A young man next to him has a cold face and a kind of ruthlessness, holding his arms on his chest, looking straight and ignoring the dark middle-aged beside him.
In fact, the opponent is younger than him, and looks a little anxious. He is from the demons and the opponent is from the human race, two hostile forces.
This person's masterpiece Illusory Demon, Illusory has its own universe, comes from the Demon Race, but does not belong to any of the Ten Demon Races.
The dark-skinned middle-aged man holds the sword, if he gets the treasure, the sword is his good friend.
His name is Qi Lin, and the road he walks should be more maddening than Huo Qilin, singing and advancing all the way, unfettered, gossip, and deaf ears.
"Jian Xiu, Lao Tzu despises you guys who use swords and guns the most. It takes a long time to kill someone.
I see your sword, in front of me, can't save your life..."
The Illusory Demon gave a mockery and slapped his face straight.
"Interesting... If you can't use knives and guns, do you mean by the side?"
Qi Lin glanced indifferently, then turned his head in an instant, and the two walked together, each taking its own path.
After walking for a while, the Illusory Demon silently walked in front of Qi Lin like a ghost, and said softly: "I want to kill you. It will not make you feel painful. You will die comfortably."
Before he finished his words, Qi Lin only felt that his chest, the cold awl, was against his heart position, which was extremely precise.
"laugh!"
Draw the sword calmly, invisible and invisible, the cone of ice melted, and the opponent's hair fell to the ground.
The sharp gaze pierced away, and the Illusory Demon's expression was stunned, suddenly messed up, his whole body stiffened, and he took a few steps back.
Qi Lin smiled, harmless to humans and animals, and replied: "Your hair is too messy, please trim it for you, no thanks."
The Illusory Demon looked astonished, and his whole body instantly fell into a cold, shocked to the extreme. It stands to reason that if a person wants to move, he should make a prediction. But when Qi Lin took the sword, he had no intention of fighting or killing. , Is silent, undetectable, unparalleled in ghosts and spirits.
Containing his contempt, the Illusory Demon shrugged and continued to move forward. Qi Lin separated from him two ways, and did not look back, let alone ignore...
The next moment, sometime, at a different time, someone passed them by.
The pace is steady, he is chained, his shoulders are big axe, and his shoulders are broad.
Beside him is a mysterious woman in a blue robe with a light and ingenious step.
From her body, Shen Lei could feel a ruthless coldness, ruthless heart, ruthless sword, ruthless blood, ruthless eyes.
This woman, apart from her own immortal charm, like a fairy, all that is left is the high cold and deep cold that is not close to humanity and does not eat the fireworks in the world.
But in her ruthless temperament, there seems to be some kind of nostalgia that cannot be let go, which often flashes away, and is ruthless again.
Perhaps, that trace of Qingluan's fighting spirit on her body can also turn into a world-destroying wave...
In an instant, in the next scene, there are still different people, at the same time and place, who don't know each other, but pass by.
First, there is a beautiful girl with a bell on her jade wrist, who moves with the wind and has a beautiful voice. No matter where he goes, there is a breeze coming, and wind is also blowing in a windless place.
She can make the wind drive away demons and warm people's hearts, and also can make the wind turn into a sharp blade and destroy the world.
At a young age, she has an endless aura, gushing from Qingling's body, she seems to be a source of infinite energy, as long as there is wind, she has power.
She saw a young man in front of him, dressed in a black robe, muttering to himself, obsessed with not understanding, and sometimes became cold and moody.
The speed of this young man's walking is also fast and slow, which is elusive.
He walked to the edge of a rock, raised his leg, and stepped on the rock. He wanted to stretch out his palm and pat, but he stopped in mid-air, opened his mouth gently, and calmly blown away the dust on his feet.
She was taken aback for a moment, and bit her finger: "This guy...has a cleanliness..."
"Yue Wushuang, my Shuanger... Hey... Are you okay? Wait for me to go over and get rid of that fool's hands and feet, you will understand that I am better than him... Just look!"
After saying a word, he flew by like a violent wind, and instantly disappeared before her eyes.
She was suddenly messed up in the wind again, gritted her teeth, noticed, and started to clenched her fist.
"It turns out that you are my brother Chen's rival in love! Now, there is a good show to watch."
She also swept away into the dust, and walked against the wind...
Next scene...
The veil is always hung on her face, no matter whether she is beautiful or not, this beauty can only be appreciated by one person.
However, why does the person she cares for has someone else in her heart
Frowning lightly, she looked cold, with sad tears in her eyes, which fell instantly.
A drop of tears fell on the grass, and the flowers and plants instantly became wilted, and then withered. It seemed to be affected by her emotions, and all creatures and creatures were unlovable.
"I have disappeared for so long, sister, do you still remember me, did you care about me one day and one night? You once said that you would be my good sister for the rest of my life. Have you forgotten me?"
Her parallel line, a young man born with different eyes, strolling in the courtyard, holding his arms, neither humble nor overbearing, and despise all beings.
He was dressed in a red shirt, condensed like blood, and a pair of blood-red eye pupils, more like blood, are very eye-catching.
Beside him, there were a few more figures from time to time, which looked exactly the same as him, seemingly vague, but in fact it was like a fake replacement, killing one, and at most one.
If anyone can notice, the scene between the world and the earth is constantly changing with his eyes and pupils, like a mirage, if it is true and illusion, anyone who cares will lose themselves and cannot extricate themselves.
His eyes can bring disaster to the world.
He looked at the sad woman in front of him indifferently and helplessly, like his carefully nurtured child, shook his head, and sighed: "You kid...why did you have such a unique hobby? It really makes me helpless!"
Behind them, on another road, a man and a woman walked and talked, mocking each other and talking about the world.
"You said, are we two born together? To a certain extent, the talents and skills of you and me are different in the same way, so wonderful... Tsk!"
The man's face is slightly evil, but it has nothing to do with the evil race. This is the evil cold wind from the bottom of my heart, and he is born with pride.
He looked at the cold queen next to him. The woman has the appearance of an emperor, noble and cold, and can make the June sunny and spring drop the white snow.
"It's far, nothing and vague things, how can it be compared with my substantive bloodline talent?"
The woman straightened her chest, showing a proud curve, seductive and suffocating.
"Hehe... At least, this illusory thing can make me come back to life and survive again and again, and you, possibly, will be swallowed by me, beauty, it is better to marry me, you and I double cultivation, you will be able to dominate The whole world."
As he said, one of his dishonest hands was already on the woman's fragrant shoulder, and the woman frowned, as if eating a mouse, she was extremely sick, and her eyes were full of murderous intent...
Swallow Qi Luck, swallow blood.
One man and one woman, from yin to yang.
Men are yin, women are yang.
Yin and Yang are in chaos, and the world is in chaos.
They are all first-class curators.
This man is the master of the most evil magic weapon, the Netherworld Xieyan Lantern, whose name is Zhou Hua.
This woman, perhaps the world has forgotten her a long time ago, but she kept silent. She had gathered the blood of the five elements and merged into one, and began to cultivate the five elements with unlimited potential in the top ten in the spiritual world.
Her name is—Hu Mengting, Baichuan Continent, who once bowed down and stalked her life, that insidious little woman who was frightened by Luo Xingchen and fled...