Of course, he could judge that what Luan Bu said was not nonsense, and he could feel that his sword was particularly inadequate, but he couldn't find a solution for a long time, or he couldn't change it.

The fast sword should be single-minded, on who the enemy is, on the strength and weakness, the superiority, the form always does not matter, the sword is in my hand, only need to make the sword, and then it is a one-hit kill, never need to hesitate.

Life or death is only a matter of the sword, and has nothing to do with people and me, with things, feelings, or circumstances.

But now that the opponent's cultivation is several levels stronger, he can always use the sword first, and he can always use the sword as his heart, so what should he do?

Is it to abandon and rebuild, or is the life of the sword my life, faster and stronger?

Touching the fish really stands in the position of choice, which is related to a belief and the life of a friend.

He put his sword down and fell into a deep contemplation.

One truth, looking for the future in reminiscing about the past.

I want to remember every sword I have made in the past, from the first day I saw the sword, until now, that day, month, year.

Lu Qingsanren said: I am very talented in touching fish, I am very happy.

He is always the greatest pride for his juniors to be stronger than himself, but unfortunately, he has never been able to get his wish.

Behind the emptiness and disappointment, there is also the slow passage of a generation of Tianjiao's life, and the years are really the most ruthless, although there have been countless times to sigh at its beauty.

So much so that later, he finally had a touch of fish and he read all the large, middle, and small volumes of Luan Tianzong, as if he could never finish reading the book.

For the rest, Lu Qingsan knew that waiting would make everything better.

The change of life may always lie in the moment that I have never remembered, when a teenager suddenly becomes a young man who embraces the present with something to do. Who knows, in retrospect.

The heart of the fish is like a boat, floating and sinking in the sea that cannot be seen clearly, why the boat has such ups and downs, unclear, more and more dark, until all things in heaven and earth are one color, there is no boat, there is no everything, only the endless sea is left, he knows everything.

This is the sea, it is the ups and downs, it is the law.

The heart continued to ripple, and it turned out that everything was just regular.

The wind is the law, the clouds are the law, and the birth, aging, sickness and death of people are also the law.

Touching the fish's heart suddenly brightened up, just like his eyes that finally opened at this time, as bright as the sun.

Luan Bu was still standing there, not far away, not close, but everything was really different.

Touching the fish smiled innocently and charmingly, looking at Luan Bu's face, with a leisurely attitude: "You talk nonsense." ”

Luan Bu was surprised, how could this kid look like this: "I never talk nonsense, and the person who talks nonsense is definitely not Luan Bu." ”

Touching the fish was even more surprised, keeping her eyes bigger than Luanbu's.

It's very easy, the eyes of the fish are not small, at least more than Luan Bu, and the fish is very happy: I am handsome at this time, who can compare, this is also my biggest capital to talk to the girl, floating freely on the rivers and lakes.

But then he remembered Xin Chang, a guy who looked like himself.

My heart sank and I was angry: "Then you audition for me, audition for me." ”

Luan Bu was angry: "How to audition, I'm a swordsman!"

Touching the fish was angry, and his tone was hurried: "If there is no problem, you will try, if there is no problem, you will try." ”

Luan Bu really couldn't have imagined: playing the piano to the cow.

It seemed that he was about to leave with his sleeves, but then he turned back and was angry: "You kid dare to play tricks on me." ”

With a wave of his hand, he seemed to want the people around him to stand farther away, as if he was afraid of hurting a lot of innocent people: "Get out of the way, the real battle is about to begin, don't you know how fast my sword is?"

Luan Bu was entangled in almost falling for the fish, he still remembered what he had to do seriously, whether it was a trial move, a life-and-death fight, regardless of the name, he always had to fight, but there was one more reason to teach the fish.

vexatious, plus he's too crazy.

The world knows Luan Bu's famous sword skills: the thirteen swords of floating clouds.

If you can see the sky and the clouds in front of you for decades, then you can also have this kind of sword skill.

It goes through three stages: the floating clouds are unintentional, and they are not sad or happy.

Floating clouds are nostalgic, and things and I are sad.

The clouds are cloudy and sunny, and the shade is always appropriate.

Luan Bu used to see the changes of the clouds, and all the wonderful things were always after the heartbeat.

After seeing enough, laughing enough, and crying enough, he truly understood the mystery of floating clouds. Thirteen swords are made.

Luan Bu is not a brilliant person, and his life is like a cloud, and it will take more than ten years before his cultivation breaks out.

After his sword skills were completed, he defeated countless former so-called Heavenly Prides, and had his own place on the endlessly high peaks, and entered the top ten sect cultivation in one fell swoop.

Countless people who have been with him, or who have humiliated him, or despised him, are saying: Luan Bu did a good job.

The sword became a little more illusory in his hand, shaking, shaking, and the next moment even someone with the sword came to touch the fish.

It was in response to that sentence that the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Although he had some confidence earlier, he almost cried, and sighed in his heart: You all bullied me, and you must not be looked down upon, today.

In an instant, the sword went back to the left and the right, but it didn't seem to understand how to make the sword.

The floating cloud sword technique is by no means a wasted name.

The mood of the people around him immediately became tense, because maybe the next moment there would be a person who fell to the ground.

Luan Tianzong Zhao Dong's heart was in his throat, he seemed to be unbearable to look at each other, no one could help touch the fish at this moment, Zhao Dong thought to himself: After touching the fish, will the sun still rise tomorrow. Tears are in the center of the eyes, touching the fish, how can we, Luan Tianzong bear it.

This does not prevent some people's eyes from brightening up, such as Tang Shen, such as many people who live under the fish.

For life, an instant is an eternity.

The last moment of the sword touched the tip of Luan Bu's sword.

As if nothing had ever existed, Luan Bu recalled this moment many years later, thinking that the world had collapsed from this moment on.

Why? Why can he resist his own sword moves, he is a teenager.

The sword that touched the fish drew an arc, leaving a piece of Luanbu's clothes behind.

Even when he was frightened, he still couldn't hurt him.

Was it a coincidence? Was it luck that saved the fish? Luan Bu couldn't believe such an explanation, so what was the real reason?

The sword that was determined to be won finally failed!

Touching the fish was speechless happily, he was just looking at Luan Bu with that kind of look.

Everything in the world is a minister.