In the middle of the orderly patrol, there is a blood-red tent, and Wan Shenchen in the tent has a sad face and sighs constantly.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and when he saw the woman floating in, his face showed irrepressible joy and anger, and he hurriedly greeted her, opened his arms, and happily hugged the woman.

This woman was Su Tutu, her face was displeased, her body flashed, and she sat on the big seat, Wan Shenchen showed a trace of disappointment, and hurriedly turned around, with a smile on her face.

Wan Shenchen, who has always been extremely serious, has affection in his eyes at this moment, his face is exposed, and he bows his head happily and says, "Su'er, you are finally out of the customs, and you won't tell me, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you want to kill me." ”

Su Tu Tu's eyes were dignified, and he said extremely indifferently, "Don't call me like that, I am the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sect." How can you, as my subordinate, be disrespectful?"

Wan Shenchen's smile faded a little, but he still said excitedly, "Yes, yes, it's good if you're happy, it's good to be happy." I knew that even after all these years, you still said you had feelings for me. ”

Su Tutu's gaze became even colder, and he sneered, "Feelings, you don't deserve to say this word." You and I are only suitable for master and servant, and there is no emotion. ”

Wan Shenchen smiled, slowly straightened up, and said with a smile, "Su'er, it's too ruthless for you to say this, we have had the joy of fish and water, and the joy of flesh, after so many years, don't you understand my feelings for you?"

Su Tutu's eyes were full of fierce light, he snorted, and said sharply, "Now that I am the sect master, and you are my subordinate, is this the attitude you should have?"

Wan Shenchen hurriedly said, "Yes, now you are the most powerful person in the world, but you don't forget who put you in this position in the first place." ”

Su Tutu's eyes were fierce for a moment, his whole body exuded a fierce aura, the air around his body was almost distorted, and with a bang, a coercion fell, and Wan Shenchen was instantly pressed to the ground on one knee, and he resisted it hard.

Su Tutu walked slowly to the end, and said extremely indifferently, "Everything that happened in the past, you'd better forget it, you know too many things, but you won't live long." ”

Wan Shenchen was shocked, he didn't expect that the woman who was as weak as a mouse before would be able to suppress herself with a wave of her hand at this moment, which made him feel a fear in his heart.

Su Tutu patted him on the shoulder and continued to say sharply, "What have you done to me before? I haven't forgotten that I couldn't do anything to you before. But I'm going to die trying to kill you now, and you think you're in my hands, and you can go through a few moves. ”

Su Tu Tu was condescending, patted his shoulder lightly again, and with a snap, his body instantly fell to the ground like a fallen piece of wood.

"Su'er, I didn't expect you to ignore the slightest affection back then. Now that my wings are stiff, I want to fly high. It's a pity! The person who helped you put on your wings was killed by your own hands, you shouldn't forget, right?"

Wan Shenchen laughed wildly, not caring at all about being pressed to the ground, without the slightest ability to resist, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Su Tutu's eyes became even more fierce, revealing a dark red anger all over his body, and he said coldly, "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Wan Shenchen continued to laugh, and after a while, he suddenly said gloomily, "You won't do this, don't I know you yet? And the god who persecuted you everywhere is the person you want to deal with the most, if you kill me now, you still have a few more points to get rid of me. At the end of the day, you and I are the same kind of people. You're not as noble as you think, so pure and immaculate!

Su Tutu's heart tightened, and he seemed to be deeply touched by the useless words that were pressed to the ground.

Wan Shenchen continued to smile and said, "You definitely know. I have liked you for so many years and have been very respectful to you. It is impossible to work against you. Even if I know that once God dies, the next person you will deal with will definitely be me. But I'm not afraid, and I'm not afraid to tell you. I also know a secret that will save my life. ”

Su Tutu waved his hand and removed the divine pressure, Wan Shenchen slowly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, smoothed out the fluttering broken hair, I have to say that he does look like a beautiful man.

Wan Shenchen looked at the back of a white heroine, and his heart was incomparable, how much he wanted to open his hands and hold the woman into his arms, gently caress her snow-like skin, sniff the fragrance of her hair, and kiss her seductive lips.

But now he has a heart and no gall, just like he used to be.

Su Tutu said extremely coldly, "In the past, I always relied on others to protect me, but after all, there was a day when I woke up from a dream, and now I rely on myself, and I want to make those who should pay the price pay." I hope you have a secret that will save your life. It will really interest me then. ”

Wan Shenchen felt a sadness in his heart, he had silently loved this woman for so many years, but in exchange for the other party's ignorance and milligram killing.

Wan Shenchen pretended to be casual and said, "I used to think that getting you as a person would not be far from getting your heart, it seems that I was wrong, but I don't regret it, who told me to love you? I hope you never know that secret." ”

Su Tutu snorted and said coldly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your secret." As long as you call me God, maybe I'll be happy and spare your dog's life. ”

Wan Shenchen sneered, "I'm so unbearable in your heart. You love that person so much, even if he has been dead for so many years, you still refuse to let me into your heart. ”

Su Tutu was stunned, his eyes flashed with a trace of tears, his face was full of sadness, and he didn't answer.

In the fantasy of the sea of flowers. After a hundred years of dreams, Mo Tear just woke up and called He Sen out, wanting to show all the tricks of his painstaking sword comprehension in the past hundred years to this master with low eyes, but what embarrassed him was that he couldn't pull out Bai Yuan.

I thought that in the past hundred years, I had been practicing hard and being tortured, thinking that no matter what, I could easily unsheath the Bai Yuan sword, but I didn't expect that the first time, with a lot of effort, I actually failed. And there was a burst of ridicule from the master, which he couldn't bear.

He even had some doubts that he really just had a simple dream, a painful and long dream, but in reality, maybe he hadn't changed at all, and he was still the fledgling stupid boy who couldn't hold the sword after two tricks.

Ink tears are unwilling, these hundred years have been tormented, with loneliness as a companion, and thunder and lightning and yellow sand as a companion. In exchange, is it a broken memory of thunder and rain?

She was about to try again, looking at the disdainful master in mid-air, and from time to time she deliberately laughed, and Mo Tear became even more angry.

Mo Tear made a full posture, spread his legs, grasped the handle with one hand, grabbed the sheath with the other, and his body sank, exerting extreme force.

He gradually frowned, his face was hideous, and he relaxed and roared, "Come out for me." ”

The ink tears continued to strengthen, and He Sen's frivolous and mocking eyes suddenly changed, and his face became confused and shocked. In his eyes, what he saw was a hideous-looking man, every inch of his veins turned purple, and thunder and lightning emerged inside, and after a while, inexplicably, thunder and lightning gathered in all directions around him, and the crooked thunder and lightning instantly became like a rampaging snake, constantly bombarding the surroundings of the person.

He Sen hurriedly dodged, as a soul, what he was most afraid of was thunder, and at this moment, thousands of thunderbolts appeared, falling one after another, a hundred flowers were torn apart, and they were broken in the air. How could he not be afraid of this?

Fortunately, he was hiding faster than a rabbit, probably because of the escape skills he had honed when he came to this world last time, but this time he had already retreated into the distance, complaining loudly, "Fool, do you want to kill your master?"

Bai Yuan looked at the ink tears in front of him, but he didn't hear what he was saying. The hand continued to be strengthened, and suddenly the leader was overjoyed, and the scabbard finally loosened, revealing a trace of snow white.

With a bang, Bai Yuan was pulled out by him, the sword body was all over the hundreds, the carver had complex ornaments, and Mo Tear looked at Bai Yuan, who had been pulled out with all the strength in his hand, and his eyes showed a trace of disappointment.

How could it be such an ordinary sword? But the name is very appropriate to the occasion. The sword body is snow-white, the scabbard is black, and the coexistence of black and white is called Bai Yuan.

Ink Tears turned the True Yuan slightly, Ink Tears' eyes froze instantly, Bai Yuan underwent an astonishing change, and the sword body instantly became ethereal with the injection of his True Yuan World, like a white spring, rolling and flowing.

This is the power of the Bai Yuan Sword. It is not so much a sharp sword as it is just a container, which can transform the true element into shape and into substance, although even if it is a melting realm, but it is not only a waste of the true element, but it is not strong.

Therefore, even those supreme practitioners can cut the river with a wave of their hand. They are also eager to get a weapon that suits them, after all, it is too troublesome to transform the real object at will, and there is a certain gap between it and the real physical object, unless you are the Great Void Realm, the Supreme God Venerable Body.

He Sen also looked at him directly, he boasted that he had seen the world's famous swords, but it was the first time he had seen such a strange sword.

Mo Tear slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, recalled the sad days when he had no sword but was practicing sword in his dream, slowly opened his eyes, and said sonorously, "Master is optimistic." ”

Mo Tear raised his hand and pointed at the sky, with a casual wave of understatement, a sword came out of ten thousand swords, the sword light swayed, the thunder thundered, the purest and most rigid sword qi was sandwiched with ten thousand heavenly thunders, whistling and appearing, a hundred flowers became foam, and the red flew.

He Sen looked dumbfounded, is this still the fool who plays with swords and monkeys? Looking at his desireless sword just now, it seems that he is about to understand the way of the sword, his awe-inspiring sword intent is not something that can be done by studying hard overnight, what kind of monster is he?

He Sen was both excited and excited. looked at the dark ink tears in front of him, and applauded again and again with great satisfaction.

Ink Tears was not as happy as she imagined. He thought that the strongest sword he had realized in a hundred years would be enough to shake the mountains, dump the rivers, and split the earth, but he didn't expect that in fact, this power could only cut flowers and plants and alarm the wind.

Mo Tear had no choice but to hurt himself secretly, what he realized was not wrong, but it was a pity that his cultivation was too low, and it was difficult to play the sword of the highest peak of the improved Wentian Sword Technique, he shook his head alone and sighed.

Ten thousand thunderbolts receded, He Sen floated over happily, and said happily, "Yes, the sword intent sword move is already the extreme, although the power is insufficient, but the Heavenly Sword Technique is like this, you are strong and it is strong, you are weak and he is weak." If you learn this, there is nothing more that the teacher can teach you. ”

Ink tears are extremely rare, and he said seriously, "Master, please speak." ”

Mo Tear used to think that this master who blew through the sky with a cowhide, except for his mouth and kung fu, the rest were exaggerated, but since he had been in his dream for a hundred years and practiced swords for a hundred years, he really realized that his master's comprehension of the sword was unmatched, and he only understood one or two of the wonders of the sword trick now.

He Sen suddenly said, "As a teacher, I don't know why you realized this peak sword path overnight, but you have to remember that the avenue is endless." For the teacher to take the sword at the age of six, ten years old kendo Xiaocheng, contrary to the world's practice, all over the world, only seek to understand the peak of the sword, not to cultivate for the sake of refinement, so twenty is the small realm of the Dan. Thirty years later, the swordsmanship is complete, the river splits the ground, thinking that he is omnipotent, has opened the way with a wooden sword, all with a sword to provoke the enemy, no one can beat the right, defeat the current kendo celebrities, boasting that he is the first in the world. Forty years of confusion, but do things that puzzle life, in order to seek the way of the sword, a sword through the beloved, but has regretted for life, the sword heart is in chaos, and there is no longer the road. Fifty know the sky, watch the clouds and break through the realm to the right day, sixty, happen to meet a scholar, and talk about martial arts with it, I can't win, the years are all kind, the past is like smoke. Throughout my life, I have been mistaken on the sword, and Cheng is also on the sword. ”

Mo Tear listened to the emotion, as if he understood or not.

He Sen continued, "I have been trapped in the sword for a hundred years, and I have been enlightened by my teacher, and I have asked the Heavenly Sword Technique. It's smart, but it's not invulnerable. If you use the sword, you can break it. If you have no desires, no disputes, no right and wrong, and the sword is not out of its sheath, no one else can break it. As the so-called soldiers who surrender without a fight, they are the road of military discipline. ”

Mo Tear listened to whether he understood or not, and smiled.

He Sen slowly floated back into the sword, and said seriously, "The iron is too rigid and easy to break, and the wood is too hard and easy to break." There is no desire and no fighting, and it is the avenue. ”