Shout!

A white-clothed figure, extremely fast, swept directly to a sword cliff.

His body is like a white crane falling, his appearance is handsome, and his temperament is dusty.

It was Bai Zichen, who ranked second in the inner courtyard.

He had been meditating on a mountain peak near the Yijian Cliff, and after hearing the abnormal vibration, he got up directly and came here first.

His eyes as black as Yuan Tan scanned the sword cliff and frowned slightly.

Because he felt that the mysterious sword artistic conception here seemed to have been disturbed by some kind of impact.

However, when he approached the Yijian Cliff, he felt a sense of artistic conception that did not belong here.

That artistic conception is full of complex emotions such as poignancy, sadness, sadness, love and hatred.

"It's ......"

When Bai Zichen's gaze fell on the cliff of a sword cliff, his pupils suddenly constricted!

At this moment, Rao is Bai Zichen, who has always had a calm temperament and is not alarmed, is also short of breath, and his eyes show an expression of disbelief.

That extremely changing expression is extremely exciting.

Obviously, Bai Zichen was shocked.

"How...... How can it be...... Who is it?" Bai Zichen's gaze stared at the edge of the ancient sword mark, a slightly thin sword mark.

The sword mark did not show any destructive power, nor did it have a sharp aura.

But it really left a mark.

"Chance, this is a big chance, if I can understand it......" Bai Zichen forcibly suppressed the shock and surprise in his heart.

Obviously, the abnormal vibration of the sword cliff came from this sword mark.

Although he didn't know which kendo senior left it, this was an absolute opportunity for him!

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Zichen took out his sword, imitated another sword mark on the sword cliff, and made a jerky comparison, trying to understand the artistic conception of the sword.

However, he is not Ye Guchen, and he does not have such an experience engraved into the bone marrow.

Such a move is undoubtedly just a toddler in Handan.

As the vibration of the Sword Cliff spread throughout the entire Sword Sect Tower, in mid-air, the sound of breaking wind sounded.

"One Sword Cliff, it's the movement over there of One Sword Cliff!"

"Go and see, something is definitely going on, could it be that something happened to that sword mark?"

"Didn't someone leave a sword mark on the First Sword Cliff?"

"Haha, don't laugh, even Lord Feng and Sect Master Yan, as well as the Great Elder, can't leave sword marks on them, in my Sword Sect Tallinn, is there anyone stronger than them?"

"That's right. ”

With the arrival of one figure after another, around the Yijian Cliff, people gradually gathered.

"Hey, how do I feel that the artistic conception of the sword here seems to have changed somewhat, giving people a very sad feeling. ”

"I felt it, too, somehow, and it made me want to cry. "There are inner court disciples who are inexplicable.

Suddenly, a disciple of the inner courtyard found Bai Zichen's figure.

"That's ...... Senior Brother Bai Zichen, he's practicing swords?"

"No...... No way...... When pigs fly...... Could it be that I'm dazzled, look at that sword cliff!"

Among the inner courtyard disciples who gathered, one of them looked at the sword marks on the sword cliff as if he had seen a ghost.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"Two, it's two sword marks, Senior Brother Bai Zichen has left sword marks on a sword cliff!" the inner courtyard disciple let out a shout of disbelief.

The eyes of all the inner courtyard disciples converged on the top of the Sword Cliff.

Their bodies froze for a moment, as if they had been immobilized.

At the same time, their brains roared, their hearts shook, and one by one their mouths opened wide and they were dumbfounded.

"Senior Brother Bai Zichen, it's unprecedented...... to be able to leave marks on a sword cliff," said an inner courtyard disciple with a trembling voice.

And Bai Zichen, who was originally comprehending the artistic conception of this sword mark, also came back to his senses.

Then he saw the surroundings, twenty or thirty inner courtyard disciples, all staring at him with unbelievable shocking eyes in their eyes.

In addition, there are many more figures, including some elders, who have heard the wind.

Because of this night, the movement of Yijian Cliff is too big!

"I ......," Bai Zichen was about to explain.

An inner courtyard disciple looked at him with fanaticism and said, "Senior Brother Bai Zichen, you can actually leave a mark on the First Sword Cliff, this is something that even the sect master can't do!"

"Senior Brother Bai Zichen deserves to be the second in the inner courtyard. ”

"What's second, Senior Brother Bai Zichen's strength and talent are not much weaker than Senior Sister Yan Wushuang. ”

The surrounding crowd gathered more and more, and later, including Li Lingxiao, Teng Jingshan and others, also arrived.

When they heard that Bai Zichen had left marks on Yijian Cliff, their hearts were also shaken.

If you are someone else, even if you are seen, you may not be so affirmed.

But Bai Zichen is different, he is the same as Yan Wushuang, he has been cultivating, he seems to be very mysterious, and his strength is extraordinary, and his reputation in the inner courtyard is not much weaker Yan Wushuang.

There are even rumors that if Bai Zichen is willing, he has the strength to compete for the first place in the inner courtyard.

Coupled with Bai Zichen's temperament, he happened to swing his sword here, and it was hard not to think that this sword mark was left by him.

It's as if the poignant and mournful artistic conception of the sword is very consistent with Bai Zichen's indifferent and mysterious temperament.

To be watched by so many people with such fervent adoration in their gaze.

Rao is Bai Zichen, who has always been indifferent, and it is difficult not to make waves in his heart.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, it fell silent.

And this silence was obviously a tacit acquiescence in the eyes of many inner court disciples.

Shout!

Not far away, two streamers flew by again, and under the moonlight, the two beautiful girls were like fairies in the world, attracting everyone's attention.

A pretty girl in a green coat.

A beautiful girl dressed in an ice silk skirt armor with stunningly round long legs.

It was Ji Ling and Yan Wushuang.

"It's Senior Sister Ji Ling and Yan Wushuang!"

"Senior Sister Yan Wushuang, I finally saw what she looked like, she was born so beautiful!"

Rao is among the disciples of the inner courtyard, and there are also people who have not seen Yan Wushuang yet, and at this moment, at a glance, he suddenly felt shocked, and a touch of amazement appeared in his eyes.

Bai Zichen's eyes looked at Yan Wushuang, and a trace of deep admiration flashed in his eyes.

"This ......" Yan Wushuang's beautiful eyes must have landed on a sword cliff.

When he saw the sword marks, the delicate and pretty face that had always been indifferent also changed color slightly, and an incredible look flashed in the eyes of the lacquered stars.

"Bai Zichen, did you leave that sword mark?" Yan Wushuang's tone was slightly astringent.

In the inner courtyard, Rao is the third-ranked Wang Xiaotian, and he is not Yan Wushuang's enemy.

Only Bai Zichen has the strength to compete with her.

Therefore, Yan Wushuang also subconsciously thought that this sword mark was left by Bai Zichen.

It's not that she hasn't thought about other people, but in the inner courtyard, after thinking about it, she can't find a more likely candidate than Bai Zichen.

As for Ye Guchen, a person who was really exhausted, he had never appeared in Yan Wushuang's mind at all.

It's like there is no such person as Ye Guchen in the inner courtyard.

Bai Zichen pursed his somewhat dry lips, and he forcibly suppressed the deep heat in his eyes.

This kind of surprised and unexpected expression, it was the first time he had seen it on Yan Wushuang's face.

As a result, he could no longer open his mouth to tell the truth.

But Bai Zichen didn't admit it, he just turned his back, faced a sword cliff, looked at the sword marks, and fell into a long contemplation......

He didn't admit to the sword marks he had left.

But this move is undoubtedly a silent indication that this sword mark is left by him.

"The artistic conception of this sword......" Yan Wushuang slowly closed his beautiful eyes.

It was as if a poignant love story had conjured up in her mind.

The bitterness in the heart of the young swordsman, facing the struggle between the sword and love.

He didn't want to go against his sword.

But I don't want to live up to the infatuated woman.

But he still lost her after all.

After closing her eyes for a long time, Yan Wuliang opened her beautiful eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

It's hard to imagine that although Yan Wushuang is a woman, her personality is indifferent and cold, and she has hardly shed tears.

But at this moment, she really shed tears, and when she wiped it with her jade hand, she seemed to feel incredible.

Not only Yan Wushuang, but also Ji Ling, as well as some female disciples with sensitive hearts, were all infected by the artistic conception of this sword, and they couldn't help but shed tears.

"This sword, so sad ......"

"It turns out that Senior Brother Bai Zichen is usually indifferent and silent, but he is suffering so much in his heart?"

"What kind ......of past does he have?"

At this moment, all the female disciples in the inner courtyard looked at Bai Zichen as if they were looking at the male god in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to dedicate themselves one by one to take care of his sad heart.

Even Yan Wushuang had a hint of emotion in his expression.

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