Nightfall

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Mu Jian vibrated slightly, flew back to Daohai from the front of Qingxia, and hovered calmly.

Ye Su double eyebrows slightly pick.

He knew Jun Yun was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

Only by crossing the threshold above the five realms can we create our own rules in Haotian's world.

Brother II did not cross the five realms, but he found his most powerful belief in the established rules of Haotian World, so that those rules became his own rules.

In a sense, this method has exceeded the scope of the five realms.

Ye Su double eyebrows gradually flattened, meaning gradually flattened.

He had already made the sword, and now it was the turn of Brother Two.

He looked at the Qingxia and waved his arms. His sleeves flicked and fell behind him. He said calmly, "Please."

The second brother gave the sword.

His sword is simpler.

The wide iron sword left his right hand and left Qingxia.

The Iron Sword was about one person tall from the ground of the field, and slowly flew towards the rice fields.

There was a distance from Qingxia to the paddy field, and the land was covered with blood.

Not blood, but Chen blood shed from countless cavalry and horses in the past two days.

The field was soaked with blood and turned black and black, with a pungent **** smell.

Especially the field before the rice sea was blood-stained and the soil changed color.

The iron sword flew over the blood-stained field without a trace of **** smell.

But there was a little more intention.

Not dead, not heartbroken, but decisive thoughts.

Extremely killing.

Before Qingxia today, he met Ye Su.

Meeting is not meeting, because the sword in the hands of the two has never met.

His iron sword is to make Ye Su meet with a wooden sword.

This iron sword has already killed thousands of people.

The blood in the field was cut by this iron sword.

It is the blood of Iron Sword itself.

The Iron Sword met his own blood, and his momentum was full to the extreme, and the extreme was killed.

Only then did they meet with courtesy, then with swords.

Even Ye Su couldn't avoid it before such a domineering sword.

He can only meet with a sword. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel

In the distance in the southern wilderness, Liu Bai stood up slowly by the carriage, looked at the iron sword at the Qingxia, and said, "This sword finally has some meaning."

The battle of the Qingxia lasted more than two days, and the current strongest man has never shot, because he has been waiting for Junyu to advance into the strongest state, otherwise it will be meaningless.

Looking at this iron sword at this time, he finally made an interesting evaluation, which means that he thinks that the second brother at this time has advanced into the strongest state, he really wants to pick this sword.

This iron sword is indeed very interesting.

Even more interesting than Liu Bai thought.

Tiejian still represents the rules of Brother Two.

Or black or white, no gray.

Either life or death, not both.

Either battle or defeat, you cannot escape.

Faced with such a decisive sword, no matter who it is, they must make the most decisive choice and decision.

You must choose a road, you must choose a direction.

There is no third way in the world, and the grass on the wall cannot fall to its place.

This iron sword is beyond the scope of overbearing, and exudes a sense of fairness.

Give you the opportunity to choose, then crush you, behead you.

This is king.

How do you choose between life and death?

Even if you really have broken through life and death, but life and death are still there.

Seeing through does n’t mean breaking, but because you read too much, you wo n’t know how to choose.

If you do not choose, it is failure.

This is the problem that the iron sword gave Ye Su.

Ye Su did not pick up this iron sword.

Because the iron sword is the rule of the other party, once he receives it, it is equivalent to accepting the other party's rules, so no matter how the battle develops, he can no longer change the passive situation.

But Iron Sword wanted him to pick it up.

What can he do?

Ye Su asked the rice field to pick up this iron sword.

This paddy field is his rule.

Before Tie Jian left Qingxia, he had already put his hands together and his sleeves were slightly brushed.

There was a fresh breeze coming out of the sleeves, and the golden rice paddies were shaken gently, and sometimes bent over.

The wide iron sword entered the sea of ​​rice.

The rice sea is gradually divided, like lake water, like sea water, like the pine in the green mountains. 【Ye * zi】 【Yu * you】

The wild grass on the field was stained with blood.

Autumn rice that was not harvested was stained with blood.

When the iron sword passed, the wild grass cracked into pieces, flew up, and landed among the rice fields.

The heavy rice ears fell with the sword's will.

The rice straw that had lost its heavy load suddenly straightened its waist and flew the rice leaves into the air.

The ear of rice fell to the ground, and the rice was peeled out and fluttered with the rice leaves before it fell to the ground.

The bran on the rice cracked, exposing round and crystal grains of rice.

The grains of rice are scattered in the autumn wind, like pearls reflecting the sunlight, which is very beautiful.

The grains of rice scattered in the air were burnt yellow by the sun, emitting rice fragrance.

The grains of rice that fell to the ground were blackened by blood and water, and sneaked into the mud.

Among the soil, green rice leaves were born.

Inaba leaves towards the air, and seems to be strong.

In a very short time, this rice field experienced harvest, death and rebirth.

The life and death of the paddy fields are parted, so it is staged in front of people's eyes.

This process is very continuous, and the cycle of life and death becomes a perfect circle, without any clear dividing line.

The iron sword flying in the rice field did not find that dividing line.

The iron sword is still moving silently.

The rice is raw, and it's sudden and loud.

There was a hurricane from the iron sword, screaming on the sea of ​​rice.

The wooden sword hung in the air in front of Ye Su and was thrown and dropped by the hurricane.

In the violent sea of ​​rice, like a humble boat.

The boat had no power, borrowing the power of the sea of ​​rice and sword wind to waver in the turbulent waves.

No matter how big the waves are, no matter how wild the wind is, the boat has never sunk. It appears and disappears between the black water and the white waves, and floats when it sinks.

Just a moment ago, the boat sank into the cold sea of ​​death.

After a while, the boat floated to the surface and saw the blue sky of life.

Because this boat has no deck and no cabin.

This boat is a wooden sword.

The wooden sword is the simplest piece of wood.

In the ocean of life and death, the wooden sword floated aimlessly.

It does not survive or die.

Life and death can't happen to them.

I don't know how long it has been.

The wind stopped and the sea of ​​rice calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Only the young seedlings in the paddy soil are proving something.

Ye Suzhong went to the sky above the rice field and caught a few grains of rice.

The freshly peeled rice at the beginning of the new rice is very full, and it is burnt by the sun until it is brown, and it is sweet.

He picked up a grain of rice with his finger www.7ket and put it in his lips.

He chewed slowly, with a smile on his face, which had its own real taste.

"More than ten years ago, I traveled all over the country and thought that I had broken through the barrier of life and death, and since then I have no fear, what I think is what the sword refers to, and the heart of the sword is clear ..."

Ye Su scattered the few grains of rice in his palm into the rice field and smiled and said: "If it was me at that time, facing you, this sword, it must be picked, and it will be defeated."

"It wasn't until a few years ago, on the top of the snowy peak of the wasteland, that I was greeted by the sun in the sky, with a clear sword, I stabbed the sword of Mr. Da in the air, and I realized that I was very wrong."

Ye Su smiled gradually, calmly said: "Because my sword that I thought had been through life and death, there was no stab at Mr. Da, and even the water in the pool did not arouse a trace."

"Because Mr. Tan was reading by the lake, he didn't even read my sword at all. He didn't even think about it. At that time, I realized ... Seeing through life and death, I can't see through."

"Later I went to Chang'an City and lived in a dilapidated Taoist temple for a long time. I watched that Taoist temple collapsed, and the rain eaves of the neighborhood were broken. I no longer felt outside, but felt inside, I started repairing rain eaves for the neighborhood, building bricks and tiles to build Taoism, and then I understood the truth of breaking and rebuilding. "

Ye Suwang said to the blood on the edge of the rice field: "Blood represents death, but the field that was poured out is very fertile, and there are bleeding rice in this field, which will be very delicious next year."

"Destroy and regenerate, so endlessly, this is life."

"There is no death at all."

Brother II looked at him standing in the rice field and suddenly said, "There is death."

Ye Su said: "I admit, but at least within the scope of your time, there is no death."

Brother II said: "In your concept, there is life and death, how do you break it?"

"The two pursuits of Buddhism and Taoism are the last great peace."

Ye Su said: "The purpose of exploring life and death is to be calm. However, I now understand that death is eternal and life is lucky. In the meantime, there is great sorrow and joy. Why do you have to be calm?"

"That kind of calm is false."

"Before life and death, it should be accompanied by sorrow or joy, that is true."

"This is my current view of life and death."

"This view of life and death is very simple, it seems that there is no power, but there is no external force to break.

"Whether it's your iron sword, or anything else."

After listening to these words, Brother Two was silent for a moment and said, "You are near."

Ye Su said: "It has not been won."

Brother II said, "However, your way of doing things has deviated from the way of Haotian."

Ye Su said: "The Tao is in the heart of the sky, or the Tao that Haotian made me realize is like this."

Brother II said: "If Hao Tian said your Tao is not Tao, what should you do?"

Ye Su looked at the scattered rice paddies at the feet, looked at the young seedlings in the mud, and remained silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head and said calmly, "I still have my sword."

He reached into the golden rice sea.

Hold the wooden sword.

Everyone has his own way.

This has nothing to do with faith, does not mean ungodly.

It's just that people like Ye Su will inevitably go their own way.

The problem of Brother Two is a real problem.

Ye Su's answer is also a true answer.

He is ready.

This represents a shocking fact.

If Haotian agrees with his words, he will still be pious.

If Haotian disagrees with his words, he still has a sword.

Because the wood has become a boat, he is willing to be the fool who engraves the boat and seeks the sword.

Ye Su is the genius of Daomen, the most determined Haotian believer, otherwise he will not accept him as a disciple.

No one knows when ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he has undergone such a change.

Is it on the wasteland Xuefeng, or in the Taoist Temple in Chang'an City?

In short he held his sword.

This sword dare to ask God.

How powerful that should be.

Now, he is still a believer in Haotian.

Daomen walking.

His sword doesn't need to be asked.

Instead, he asked Jun Yun.

Can Junyu withstand it?

(Shaking his head, it's too difficult to write, and it's too difficult to write recently. My IQ is really urgent .... frowning, holding my hair and trying to write, I hope everyone feels successful, and there is a chapter.)