In the bamboo forest, on the bluestone, Wang Yiren and the sword were combined, and the whole body was full of a cold atmosphere, and for a while, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, forming a heavy sword shadow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind blows, the forest moves, the sword comes out, the three complement each other, forming a harmonious picture, but hidden under the harmony is the cold sword light, at this moment Wang Yi used only pure swordsmanship and did not instill the slightest power of true yuan, the reason why the current effect can be achieved is mainly because Wang Yiren's sword is one.

The so-called unity of man and sword actually refers to the combination of man and sword, the sword moves with the heart, the heart goes to the sword, and the fusion of each other is a special state in which you have me, and I have you.

In fact, at this time, the original warm aura on Wang Yi's body had disappeared, replaced by a sharp edge, and there was a trace of life breath on the immortal sword, as if it was about to come back to life.

Wow, a sword slashed out and cut through the air, making a sharp sonic boom, and stood with the sword closed, Wang Yi's brows twitched slightly, as if he was still reminiscing about the sword just now.

At this time, the crisp sound of the da bar sounded, and the three green bamboos broke without warning. These three green bamboos are located about ten meters in front of Wang Yi's right, all of them are old bamboos, the color is green, the thickness of an adult's calf, and the texture is as hard as black iron.

From here, it can be seen that although Wang Yi's sword has not been instilled with true yuan, the power is still not weak, and even on the other hand, Wang Yi's sword is a manifestation of extraordinary skills, only using pure sword moves to induce the rhythm of the air, thus forming a considerable lethality.

Opening his eyes, the corners of Wang Yi's mouth outlined a happy smile, this time the combination of human and sword has gained a lot for him, in addition to the perception of the sword, the biggest gain is that his little thunder sound sword technique has finally crossed Dacheng and stepped into the state of consummation.

Although Dacheng and Consummation are only one step apart, but the two are very different, the former can only exert ten percent of the ability of the spell, which is equivalent to reading from the script, while the latter can play for a long time, which is equivalent to putting his own mark on the spell and having his own unique understanding.

At this moment, in Wang Yi's nine-inch spirit pool, there is a purple spell mark that is shining, and that light is so dazzling, so real.

In fact, when Xiao Lei Yin's sword technique broke through to perfection, this purple spell mark had already come out of the illusory long river and transformed into a real existence, just like an alternative magic weapon.

Restraining the joy in his heart, Wang Yi began to pack up his booty, although this trophy is not rich, but no matter how small the mosquito legs are, it is meat, Wang Yi did not dislike it much, the only thing that made Wang Yi a little uncertain was the withered yellow gourd hanging from the man's waist.

Holding the gourd in his hand, Wang Yi scrubbed it carefully, this gourd has been picked off for a long time at a glance, and it stands to reason that it should have died a long time ago, but Wang Yi keenly felt that there was still a trace of vitality in the gourd, although this trace of vitality was very weak, but the quality was very high, so that Wang Yi's great withering and glory were about to move.

And just as Wang Yi was looking at his harvest, a roar suddenly came from a courtyard located in the west of Qingzhuji.

"Who is it, who killed my disciple. ”

The sound was very loud like a beast roaring, and as the sound came out, there was an invisible evil aura that boiled, making the people around him couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a black gas burst up from the courtyard and flew towards the edge of Qingzhu Island, and the direction happened to be where Wang Yi was.

At this time, Wang Yi still didn't know anything, and he was still walking slowly.

In fact, the middle-aged man died a little unjustly before, although his foundation is not solid, but he is also a monk in the spiritual period of the Scattered Human Realm, no matter what, he should not be killed by Wang Yi with a sword, the reason for this result is mainly because the man looked down on himself and underestimated Wang Yi, he despised Wang Yi from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know that the rabbit slaughtered by him in his eyes was a bloodthirsty tiger.

After watching the scenery along the way, Wang Yi stood on the reef, ready to release the Iron Feather Crested Eagle to leave Qingzhu Island and head to the center of the chaotic sea.

And at this time, he suddenly felt something, and looked back only to see a black smoke whistling from the direction of Qingzhuji, and the wind gusted everywhere he passed, and there was the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Although the distance was still far away, Wang Yi still saw a vague figure in the black smoke and felt the breath belonging to the monk of the crystallization stage.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yi's eyes lit up slightly, this was the first time he had seen a monk in the Scattered Human Realm walking in the sky, but he didn't know if this person relied on the power of magic weapons or spells.

Of course, whether it is a flying magic weapon or a flying spell, it can be seen from Wang Yi's body, Wang Yi, as a disciple of a great sect like Zhenhai Sect, the flying magic weapon he has seen is only one kind of flying magic boat, and there is no flying spell, which shows the scarcity of the two, of course, the scarcity also represents their high value.

The yin wind howled angrily, the speed was extremely fast, and it came to Wang Yi after a while, accompanied by a trace of coolness.

Lowering the figure, the yin wind dispersed, revealing a figure, this person was short, only about three feet like a boy, his face was thin, white eyebrows and white beard, hooked nose, mung bean eyes, evil spirit, it looked like it was not good.

At this moment, there was a fist-sized black skeleton on the old man's right shoulder that was constantly closing its mouth, and as the mouth closed, the yin wind was gradually absorbed by it, and all of it entered the inside of the skull.

Seeing this, Wang Yi understood that the reason why the old man was able to fly in the sky should be this skull-shaped magic weapon.

Of course, when Wang Yi looked at the old man, the old man was also looking at Wang Yi, although the old man seemed to be angry and rampage, but he always had a vigilance in his heart, after all, in his opinion, the person who could kill his disciple must not be simple, and there was even a great possibility that he was in the same realm as him.

But when he found out that Wang Yi only had the cultivation of the True Yuan Period, the anger in his heart burned brightly, and he couldn't hold it back anymore, and finally broke out.

"Boy, who gave you the courage to murder my disciple?"

The voice is sharp and thin, gloomy, and makes people shudder.

Hearing this, Wang Yi didn't speak, just stared at the old man tightly, and a fierce battle intent rose from his eyes.

Hum, the Immortal Sword quietly appeared beside Wang Yi, emitting an excited sword roar. At this time, silence is better than sound, and Wang Yi expressed his meaning to the old man with his actions.

Seeing this scene happening, the anger in the old man's heart was even hotter, he didn't expect Wang Yi, a monk of the True Yuan Period, to dare to take the initiative to provoke him.

For him, it was a shame, and this shame could only be washed away with blood. (To be continued.) )