Nightfall

"If it can be broken, it cannot be followed. [WWw.YZUU 点 m]"

This is Liu Bai's answer, and it is also the reason used by the strong.

Brother II is actually the same idea, his iron sword is his own rules, but he is best at breaking the rules of others, so he continued to ask: "If you want to break, why not break?"

The meaning of this sentence is only understood by him and Liu Bai-Liu Bai had already given an answer at the beginning, but that answer cannot explain Brother Two.

Liu Bai looked to the sky and said nothing.

Since there is no answer, then you can only continue, and ultimately you have to discuss things with swords.

"Kendo is divided into sword and law, and law is divided into potential and technique."

"Position is mindfulness, technique is means."

"When I first met, I saw the surging Yellow River, and I was the strongest in the world. I practiced the sword for three days, and I had eight thousand directions around the body. Nothing was missed. The rainstorm should not be clothed.

Liu Bai looked at Jun Mo and said, "If you are fighting on weekdays, you will be defeated, and you will be defeated. On these two days, your sword will cut a thousand horses, and your blood will gradually flourish. Su, swordsmanship is extremely versatile, when it is eighty-two, but the sword is one way, not in number theory, so you will definitely lose today. "

"Since not using number theory, why count?"

Brother II said: "I always thought that a battle without a start would have no definite victory."

Liu Bai laughed and praised: "Good spirits ... Junmo has walked between the wilderness, some distance away from the exit of the Qingxia, in front of him. It is a remnant arrow that falls like a dry branch in autumn. There are more than two hundred swords.

These swords have different styles, the only thing in common is that these swords no longer have owners.

The battle of the Qingxia began for more than two days. He blocked the continuous attacks of hundreds of strong practitioners and captured more than two hundred swords. These swords were deadly inserted in the wilderness. Like a sword mound.

Today, when he walked into the grave of the sword, the two hundred swords seemed to feel something and shivered slightly. It was like a tree branch that was blown by the wind and became a sword forest.

Much like the sword forest deep in the college meadow.

Jun Mo stood in this sword forest with a solemn expression. Raising the iron sword in his hand ... Liu Bai quietly looked at the sword forest, and looked at the tall man in the sword forest. His right hand stretched out his wide sleeves, holding the sword handle, and the ancient sword in the waist was silent. silent.

His palms are wide and his fingers www.7ket are slender, which is best for holding a sword. He grips the hilt tightly, and there is no gap between them, which is perfectly combined. [WWw.YZUU 点 m] It seems that this hand is originally connected with the hilt.

The ancient sword in the sheath vibrated slightly, and a roar of joy uttered.

When he held the hilt in his hand, the sword in the sheath became a part of his body, or rather. His body became an extension of the sword, and the two could no longer separate each other.

Holding the sword in your hand does not mean that the sword is in the hand.

When Liu Bai made the sword, it might also be a thousand miles away.

Not taking the path of the mean, only going to the point of utter despair, does not mean that only one of the two sword control methods is chosen. At that time, Liu Bai might be swaying. To the present state of perfection, he will no longer be troubled by this kind of problem. Sword's heart is clear, and he can choose at will.

No one knows which method of sword control he will choose today.

People only know that he uses the sword, so no one can catch it, because his sword is the fastest, except for the audience and the master brothers of the undistorted realm, and the first seat of the scripture can be contended with the flesh.

There is a truth that is universal, Liu Bai's sword first is equal to victory.

Jun Mo did not let Liu Bai play the sword first, he chose to play the sword first.

Even if the iron sword came out first, it might not work.

Because Liu Bai's sword was too fast, and could even reach the end of the game, Jun Mo did not choose to let the iron sword break away, but waved it in front of him.

Just like every time he wielded a sword in these two days.

There was no expression on his face, and there was no tremor in the uniform. The straight iron sword waved with the sleeve and went away naturally, without rolling up a cloud, but rolling up the breath of countless days.

There are no enemies, where does the iron sword strike?

There are really no enemies in front of him.

But in addition to the autumn wind, there are more than two hundred hilts on the ground, and there is a sword forest.

The iron sword swung into the sword forest and struck a waste sword.

The waste sword was deeply inserted in the field, and was suddenly hit hard, and the hilt shattered.

The sword was bent to the extreme.

The majestic power from the iron sword, like a hurricane, pulled it out of the mud.

The bleak sound of breaking the sky sounded, the waste sword turned into a sword light, and flew southward. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel

Junmo continued to wave the iron sword.

His sword-swinging motion is still so natural.

Every iron sword carries the power of heaven and earth.

Each sword was swung out, and a waste sword broke through the field, surpassing the strong crossbow!

Whether it is sword power or swordsmanship, his realm is under Liu Bai.

No matter what method of sword control he uses, it is impossible to be stronger than Liu Bai and faster than Liu Bai's sword.

So he chose the means that no one thought of.

He did not move forward without holding a sword, and flew without flying a sword.

Waving the sleeves is not chopping, chopping, or thorn, but smashing, or beating.

He condensed the vitality of the world between the green mountains to the iron sword and struck out the waste sword on the ground.

With the power of Qingshan, help the sword fly through the air.

Only in this way can it be faster than Liu Bai's sword.

It was for the Qingshan ... Before the Qingxia, countless horrific sword roars sounded continuously.

Dozens of swords, like a stone hit hard, jumped from the blood-stained field into dozens of sword lights, disappeared in an instant, and appeared before the carriage when they appeared again!

Flying Sword is a cultivator who uses his mind to control the spirit of heaven and earth, and then indirectly controls the sword control method of the natal flying sword.

Junmo's use of Qingshan hits directly on the sword body. Omit the link of mind control, and transform the power of nature into the speed of sword horror.

The speed of these swords before Qingxia has already exceeded the imagination of practitioners on the speed of flying swords. No one has ever thought of controlling the swords like this, and no one has ever seen such fast flying swords.

The air of these swords approaching the wilderness began to whine, and it was almost impossible to capture its traces no matter whether it was naked or perceptible. It's almost the same as disappearing!

As soon as Liu Bai had no confidence, he could emerge before these flying swords.

So he didn't take off the sword. Instead, draw a sword.

The sword in his hand looked ordinary, and even saw some rust.

Because he has not really drawn his sword for many years.

No one can think of Liu Bai's first sword. It was actually guarded.

Liu Bai did not expect it.

Because he didn't think that someone in the world could come up with a faster method than his own sword.

If it is usual, he will admire or even appreciate the power of Junmo.

But at this time, his expression must be solemn, because he has to face these swords.

He was forced to defend.

Had to keep.

So he crossed swords.

Gu Jian lay in front of him, without eyebrows, not a gift, but a sword intention.

This sword is like the ancient sword itself, absolutely straight. There was no tremor in the autumn wind.

Only a male city built on solid granite will feel this way.

His sword had rust spots, straight ahead, and it was indestructible, like an old city wall that had been eroded by wind and rain for thousands of years. Seemingly rundown, it is still so powerful.

At this moment, Jun Mo's first sword has arrived.

The waste sword no longer feels lifeless. The sword body rubs against the slightly cold air in autumn and floods, but it is not a warm red light. It's cold light.

The tip of this sword, I do not know how many layers of air have been punctured, and it is shaking at high speed. I believe that even if there is a thick iron plate in front, it will be directly broken by these high-speed vibrations.

This sword is coming to Liu Bai.

It is about to meet the horizontal rust sword ... as if the ancient bells ringing before the ruined temple is unbroken.

As if an urchin threw stones into the calm lake.

There was a sound in the air in front of Liu Bai.

That voice was very clear and very distant.

It looks like a piece of paper is torn.

It was like paper was wet by the rain, then crumpled and thrown under the desk.

The scrap sword carrying unimaginable speed and power entered Liu Bai's body in front of the air and suddenly stood still.

There was no encounter with the horizontal rust sword, which was a foot apart.

Not even touch Liu Bai's body.

In front of Liu Bai, there appeared to be an invisible barrier.

Junmo's sword from Qingshan was inserted in this barrier.

This barrier is the sword of the Hengjian, and it is the city wall.

The second sword played by Junmo Qingshan followed.

Hovering in front of Liu Bai, he could not break the barrier.

No one saw that the rust sword that Liu Bai was lying in front of him bent slightly.

Although the degree of bending is so small, it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

This is followed by the third sword.

The fourth sword ... Dozens of swords, which broke through the sky like electricity, and then hovered in front of Liu Bai.

Every sword arrives, the rust sword in Liu Bai's hand will bend a point.

Until the end, the rust sword made a pronounced bend.

However, there was no sign of breaking.

Because the sword suddenly became soft.

The sword in his hand is no longer a mottled old city wall, but a river under the city.

moat.

The river is gentle, but it can hold a male city ... dozens of swords, none of which can penetrate the invisible barrier, still in the air.

The scene looks very strange and shocking.

As if in the air in front of Liu Bai, a horizontal sword forest was born.

These swords were very close to his body, and the sharp blades of the cold glow almost touched his eyes.

Anyone in this situation will probably feel fear.

But the look on Liu Bai's face was still so peaceful ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ because his sword was in his hand.

Then these swords can't get close to their bodies.

not close.

Not far away.

Will be one foot.

This is the foot of Liu Bai.

This is his world.

This is the world of swords in his hands.

Wind can enter, rain can enter.

Other swords can't go in ... I really wrote that I was going to vomit blood. I'll go ahead and write a little bit, I don't know the update time. ) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Fiction.com ... Voting for recommendation, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.) RQ