Leaves, caressing a touch of red sunset, dyed into a touch of blood, in this cool night to write a deep quiet. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

On the way back to the realm of nothingness, the leisurely person silently noticed the strangeness hidden in the wind: "Where is the person who comes, who has come with the Wind Valley all the way?"

The wind was speechless, blowing the green shirts and green sleeves flying, and the mountains and rivers on the folding fan were faintly full of brilliance, and it was Shang Qingyi who secretly raised the yuan in case of someone in the dark. Although he was very confused about the intention of the comer, it was not the first time he had lived in this bloodthirsty martial arts, and the little light on the paper fan flickered and flickered, and even the wind was a little noisy.

"Huangquan has no way to welcome dead guests, and drunken ghosts accept lifeless people. The merchants from the Valley of the Wind are elegant, even if they were once the crown seat of the Sword Sea, some people are not something you can touch. ”

The person who came was masked and black, but his martial breath was extraordinary, and just one appearance stopped Shang Qingyi's momentum from rising, and even vaguely suppressed it.

"Your Excellency, could you please be clearer?"

Although his words were puzzled, Shang Qingyi's mind turned and he already knew who he was referring to, he had been in the mountains and rivers these days, and the only person he had met was the burial of Blue Mountain, who had just left.

"Although the Blue Mountain girl looks strange, she doesn't look like a traitor, this person came to the door inexplicably, and the intention is not good, could it be that he has a grudge against the Blue Mountain girl?"

With a quick turn of thought, Shang Qingyi had already made a decision, and the meaning of the verbal temptation was even stronger, and the strong true yuan was also quietly running in the meridians around his body: "In the mountains and rivers of the next weekday, it is rare to encounter human traces, and Your Excellency must have recognized the wrong person." However, seeing each other is fate, why don't we two talk about a game? ”

What responded to Shang Qingyi was not words, it was a sword wind that passed by his cheeks, and the sword blade of Sen Leng had a touch of evil qi, and it suddenly showed a red color.

"If you want to pretend to be stupid, it depends on whether the Blood Yang Remnant Sword in my hand agrees!"

The crimson sword was like a blood-colored sun, reflecting the sorrow and sorrow of the place, and the deepest resentment from the depths of the magic sword erupted again after a long period of suppression, which suddenly caused the heavens and the earth to change and the wind and clouds to be lost.

The sword is a sword and a sword idiot, and the blood and the remnants of the sun are vast.

Hidden under the demonic nature of the Blood Yang Remnant Sword, it is the sword that Rin Mu has never shown for thousands of years, the way of the sword is not the way, and the destruction of the rotation of heaven and earth is the ultimate destination.

The sword technique full of demonic nature is like a poisonous dragon, with all its fingers and claws, and its scales and horns have appeared, as if it is about to break out of its shell, and it will never belong to the world;

"What a murderous sword technique, what a weird sword spirit!"

The evil wind blew on his face without leaving a trace of respite, until he was so shocked that everything was miserable, and the red full of malice was like the blood color of the Shura Sea, as if it was going to swallow up a touch of emerald green in front of him in the next second.

The clouds and shadows are in a hurry, but the landscape is colored, and the emerald color contains a touch of green, and the beauty is difficult to discreet. In the face of the coming tide of blood, although Shang Qingyi's face was dignified, his body shape should not be carefree, and his steps gently avoided the peak of the blood wave, and only waved the paper fan when the aftermath was approaching. I saw that Tsinghua was shining, and this blood wave was no longer threatening.

"Well, how so!"

Although Rin Mu didn't use his own inner element, he just urged the power of the magic sword to perform tricks, but even if the top innate wanted to take this move, it was not simple, how could Shang Qingyi still be at ease.

In Rin Mu's impression, Shang Qingyi's martial arts are the level that has always been pressed and beaten by the king of Hades, but he didn't expect that he was a different person when his skills were perfect, not to mention the body of Hades alone, even if he had the primordial beast, he probably had the power to fight.

However, this is just right, if Shang Qingyi's martial arts are too low, he can't show Rin Mu's means, I saw the magic sword suddenly accelerate again in the air, and suddenly caused Xuanhuang to explode and overturn the mountain.

And in the middle of the air, although the black clothes have not changed, the battle intent in his eyes is like the scorching sun, pouring out his sword path:

The sword is just a weapon, or stabbing or splitting, after all, it only transmits power and creates the end of destruction. In Rin Mu's opinion, the sword path built on this weapon is only like a castle in the air, and there may be amazing and glamorous characters who can use other ways to make up for this missing foundation, but for the sword itself, it has not changed at all.

So, the sword is just one shape, one character, but the Tao is different. The Tao can be a sword, it can be a sword, it can be a gun, it can be any form. The Dao is so great that it must cover the heavens and the earth, and perform the universe in the wilderness.

But how miraculous is the creation of heaven and earth, I have an end to my life and know no end, and there is no end to the path of seeking and mediating creation, but the ultimate extinction of all things can be seen. Silence is the most fundamental fate of all things in the world!

Valuable opponents should not be let go lightly, Shang Qingyi has the ability to prove the sword, the breeze blows through the mountains and sets off a storm, and then in the blink of an eye, a soft wind turns into a verdant soft sword, which has been pasted with the black spot representing destruction in the center of the remnant sun.

"Five precepts swordsmanship, four precepts are easy to kill"

Holding the body right and not biased on the way, the visitors from the Wind Valley used the sword to stop killing a pair of broken ends, the strong wind swept like a waterfall rushing turbulently, and the aftermath suddenly swept the mountains and mountains.

Of course, it was Jingping, after the extreme move, a basin had already appeared here, and there were no other creatures left except for the two of them, and even a trace of insects and birds were annihilated.

The Sword of Destruction has reached the power of Si, but it has only used the power of the Remnant Yang Blood Sword, and has not allowed Rin Mu to use his own Yuan Gong.

"It's not easy for you to practice, I'll let you go today, but the sect girl is not something like you can approach, and you are not allowed to get close to her in the future. ”

If he continues to fight, Rin Mu can no longer control Ji Yuan, and Shang Qingyi's Yuan Gong is far beyond ordinary people, and he has not shown defeat at this time. Especially at this moment, Rin Mu Zhengjian succeeded and was happy in his heart, looking at Shang Qingyi was much more cute.

Putting away the magic sword remnant sun, Rin Mu put down a cruel word and left, leaving only Shang Qingyi, who was confused in place, and was stunned when he recalled Rin Mu's last message: "Sect girl, do you mean that I was treated as a poor boy who pursued the burial of the Blue Mountain, and was taught a lesson by her family?"

Combined with the clues before and after, it was speculated that Shang Qingyi had already thought about things inseparably, and when he learned the truth, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only silently tie the wind shadow back to his waist to see if he could help this valley regain its vitality.

"Hmm? There's still signs of life in that place. ”

Just as Shang Qingyi was sowing grass seeds in the valley, a trace of blood on the edge of the basin attracted his attention, and he gently peeled off the broken wood and leaves, and a strange beast in it was panting for his life, and he was about to die.

"Alas, it's my fault, don't worry, the visitors from Wind Valley will definitely save your life!"

Lightly carrying the seriously injured beast out of the ruins, Shang Qingyi Zhenyuan has entered Wei Wei's body in the circulation, and it seems that the inexplicable power is running in the dark, Wei Wei's breathing has gradually calmed down, but it is out of danger of life.

"Fortunately, it's probably only in the outermost part of the aftermath of the battle, just a flesh wound, and there is no need to worry about life. ”

It's just that when Shang Qingyi, who rescued Wei Wei, got up, a sword wound in his palm was crossed by Wei Wei's muddy long tail, and he became a little numb when he landed.

Subsequently, on the way to find the antidote to the Wei Weiwei thorn, Shang Qingyi was also rubbed through this wound by Qiri Hong, and was pierced into this sword wound by Piercing Xuewei... It's hard to count.

As for Shang Qingyi's unfortunate situation, although Rin Mu doesn't know the specifics, he can also guess a rough idea: the ultimate of the Sword of Destruction is the birth of a miracle move, but there are also other accompanying products, because the Tao that Rin Mu studied is the ultimate destruction of all things in the world, and the end of fate is also included in it.

Therefore, after being cursed by the armillary sphere once, he also realized the unique science of "drawing a sword mark to curse you".

For people who don't have atmospheric luck, such a sword is enough for him to be unlucky for half a month, and Rin Mu doesn't know that Shang Qingyi has invisibly borrowed his own qi to that Wei Wei, and he will even extend this unlucky day to two months.

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped, dare to soak my daughter, and first give you a hard time to make a memory. ”