The tide of the Li River, the sword qi roared.

The oil-paper lanterns that continuously absorb the starlight are swept out from the bottom of the river by the "long qi", and the black under the lamp is extremely easy to pierce and smash, and it is not easy to gather the starlight of the ten realms, like a waterfall, pouring out, mighty.

The whole river is full of snow.

It takes a long time for the "Thousand Machines Technique" to gather qi, and even if the lantern is broken, it is not impossible to return to the Ten Realms...... It's just that in the current situation, can you still allow yourself to continue to build momentum?

The woman from the West Sea touched the empty hanging sword on her right hand.

On the entire Li River, you can hear the "joy" of your own saber.

The two swords on the left and right are quite rare and precious light Lu on Penglai Island.

One left and one right, one of which is "Wisp Xia" and the other is "Dew", which complement each other and depend on each other.

Chao Lu's face was pale, she glared at Liu Shiyi, gritted her teeth, hated but couldn't help it, the white-clothed sword idiot standing on the river was still looking up and indulging in the posture of looking at the sword, and seemed to ignore everything that happened in the outside world.

The woman of the West Sea instantly drew her sword out of the sheath.

The surface of the river spread in an instant, and a semicircular arc of dozens of zhang spread——

Liu Shiyi, who was standing on the undulating river, had a normal face, his wrist trembled slightly, and an extremely fast sword shadow was pressed and cut down by him with one hand!

The sound of the extremely brittle gold stone crashing flashed by, and the semi-circular arc of the spread river surface was broken by a sword, and the castration did not disperse, and continued to rush forward, chiseled into the Li River, splashing three or four monstrous water columns behind it.

Large beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The river splashed and the river was filled with mist.

Stay until everything is calm.

Chao Lu narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure of the white-clothed young man who was carrying a sword in one hand and slowly walked out of the mist.

Liu Shiyi's body was unscathed.

Not only unscathed......

His expression looked quite relaxed.

"A drop of murderous dew, dew. ”

Liu Shiyi smiled and whispered the name of the fast sword.

The place where the sword of Qinglu is engraved is a very small font, and if you don't use the cultivation, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to see it clearly.

Very interesting sword name.

A drop of murderous dew.

The sword made "Dettol" fast.

Just as the six words are inscribed on the sword, this is a drop of dew that kills.

It's also an extremely fast unsheathed sword.

Liu Shiyi looked at the Xihai woman not far away, the "Thousand Machine Lantern" that condensed her cultivation had been cut by herself.

As he had guessed, Chaolu's cultivation was declining at a rapid rate...... At this moment, he has fallen into the Ten Realms.

As long as you fall down to the Ten Realms...... Then you can.

Nine Realm Cultivators, corresponding to the Sword Qi Triple Realm.

When the female sword cultivator from Penglai in the West Sea was not crushed by the proud realm, there was also a close-fitting talisman under the hem of the skirt robe...... Then it's not tricky.

Thinking of Chaolu's "skirt robe", Liu Shiyi frowned slightly, and in the clear sword intent in his mind, it was no longer clear and uncontrollable, and he turned out the scene where he tore his burqa to find the location of the hidden sword...... In order to get a "satisfying" fast sword, he "carefully planned" everything now.

If I'm not mistaken...... He had just praised this sword that he had not known before, in front of Chaolu, for its good looks.

Liu Shiyi raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, this woman was so angry...... It can't be a misunderstanding, right?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

However, the skin of the woman from the West Sea in front of her was as delicate and clear as jade amber, which was previously covered by most of the burqas, but now the burqa was broken, faintly spring, and there was a different scenery.

Liu Shiyi held the "Murderous Qinglu", looked at the Xihai woman Jian Xiu who gritted her teeth and blushed, and explained seriously: "Miss Chaolu, don't get me wrong...... I

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I praised you for my good looks, not for you. It's your sword. ”

Then he raised the light lu in his hand and smiled, "It's mine now." ”

Chao Lu's face was pale.

This sword idiot's words are even harsher than sword qi.

Every word is heart-wrenching.

The oil-paper lantern behind her is like a dragon, the broken confetti is swaying with the river wind, the qi engine has climbed to the top, and the "wisps" hidden in the sleeve may be pulled out of the sheath at any time in the next moment.

Confetti flutters and gathers.

And then a stagnation.

Because Liu Shiyi's sincere voice echoed on the Li River.

From top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, he looked at the Xihai Female Sword Cultivator in front of him, and then spoke in a serious tone.

"Miss Chaolu, you're actually pretty good-looking. ”

Ning Yi and Pei Fu, who were watching the battle from afar, heard this sentence and looked at each other.

Even if it falls, it is the morning dew at the peak of the Nine Realms, hearing this sentence, the roots of the ears are already red, the chest rises and falls, and the woman's hoarse voice is angry word by word and extremely fast.

"Liu Shiyi, you bastard!"

A wisp of immortal morning glow and a drop of murderous dew may come from the close connection between Penglai Island in the West Sea and the Great Sui Jianhu Palace for thousands of years...... The "blood relationship" between these two fast swords, just like immortality and heavy snow, complement each other and depend on each other.

Hanging behind the woman's waist, the tip of the sword was pressed by Chaolu against the corner of the robe, and the sword was drawn out of the sheath when the river roared.

The moment the sword was drawn.

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent.

Time seems to have become stagnant, only the sword pushing forward, and the river behind her is like a peacock "slowly" opening the screen of the Xihai women's sword cultivation.

Liu Shiyi turned his head slightly confused, looked at the front of him in confusion, tread the water, and "slowly" approached the woman of the West Sea three feet away in an instant...... He couldn't figure it out, isn't the most popular thing in the world to listen to is praise?

Not only people in the world, but even a sword weapon with a little wisdom will be excited and happy because of the praise.

For example, the "Dettol" in his palm, after receiving his own praise, was greatly encouraged, and as the owner, he could easily feel the emotions of the sword.

Can...... Why is that woman from the West Sea so angry?

Liu Shiyi didn't have time to think about it so much.

Because the "wisp" has been unsheathed, and it has brought out a blazing spark scraped from the sheath.

The murderous eyes of the woman in the West Sea were all illuminated by the blazing sword qi firelight.

Liu Shiyi slashed down with his sword.

Without a hidden sword, he didn't know how to hide a sword, and worked hard to figure it out, observe, and learn...... So far in the Li River, he has not learned the art of hiding swords on the other side of the West Sea.

This is actually a pity.

But it's not a pity.

He has everything and nothing in this sword.

Countless shadows faintly emerged, overlapping together.

This is the ultimate "simplicity".

A sword light swept through like a drop of water, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The moment the two white-clothed sword weapons collided, the young woman from the West Sea Jian Xiu maintained a forward momentum, continued to sweep forward for a distance, slowed down, and then gently bent on one knee, and put the sword in the sheath with one hand.

The two stood with their backs to each other.

Liu Shiyi raised a hand and let go slightly, the "murderous dew" that he snatched fell from his palm, fell by himself, and was about to fall into the Li River, when the sword idiot gently knocked on his knee.

"Dettol" swept back into the air.

Liu Shiyi didn't look back, he waved his sleeve robe casually, and with a "sudden", the light Lu sword weapon instantly swept back to the waist of the woman standing on the river with her back to her.

Where it was before, it is now there.

The property is returned to its rightful owner.

Liu Shiyi raised his head slightly, slowly stretched out one arm, and stretched out the other hand, five

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Fingers pressed gently, such as rubbing the jade, against the crook of the arm, the original white sleeves, slowly emerged a red line, cutting the sleeves into two halves of the ring, the speed of the sword, people will be aware of it, until the blood gushes out, there is no pain.

Liu Shiyi didn't squeeze it, let the blood spill out, and spread out along the annular fracture, staining his already impure white clothes.

"Whew...... It's over. ”

At that moment, all the images were frozen in my mind.

The unsheathed swordsmanship from Penglai in the West Sea quickly cut through his own simple sword and grazed his arm.

He finally saw Chaolu's sword clearly.

I also understood where the sword was hidden.

Liu Shiyi smiled and said softly: "The sword is returned to you, and I took the swordsmanship." ”

In the distance, Chaolu, who pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand and put the sword back into the sheath, the clarity of his eyes gradually disappeared and became scattered.

The moment the sword qi collided, the two passed by, and the white-clothed sword idiot from Sword Lake received the "Murderous Dew" at a critical time, and the sword qi and murderous aura were all gone in an instant, and he used a kind of defenseless close-quarters palm technique, so he pressed his palm on the back of his head......

She never thought that Liu Shiyi's hand was the "palm thunder" that Pei Fu gently slapped the river surface with one hand when he was ferrying on the Li River.

Lingshan has a similar record, this kind of palm technique, the power is incomparably great.

A blow that shocks out, hits the back of the head, or other important parts, does not require much deep skill, and can easily make people's minds wander.

If you use more force, it is not difficult to directly shatter a head with a thunderbolt in the palm of your hand.

It's just that at this moment, Chaolu is just stumbling.

Her mind was already drifting away.

The Li River is turbulent, and the river is undulating.

The heavens and the earth are dark.

Behind Liu Shiyi, the woman from the West Sea took two steps forward, and suddenly lost all consciousness.

There is only a "buzzing" sound in my head.

Facing the river, his body was light, and he fell into the river with a "poof", and the bun of the hair behind his head was also shattered by the "palm thunder" that did not pity the jade, causing the long hair to fall apart.

Liu Shiyi just knocked her unconscious.

and did not take her life.

Standing on the surface of the Li River, I raised my head and looked at the dark clouds with wind and rain howling.

The mountains and rocks on both sides are becoming more and more towering and cramped.

"It's getting dark......"

Liu Shiyi muttered softly.

The qi in his body, to this day, has won the Xihai Xu Lai's disciples, and finally the oil is really running out...... Exhausted all.

Even if he had murderous intentions, with the residual power in his body, he was afraid that he would not be able to make a clean blow to the slender woman named "Chaolu".

What's more, today's state of mind is very peaceful.

Liu Shiyi looked at the dark clouds, and the matter was ...... He didn't even have a sense of impending disaster.

He smiled and asked, "It's getting dark, I don't have the strength, what should I do?"

Ning Yi sighed.

"What else can I do?" The black-robed young man looked helpless, took off his oil-paper umbrella, and slowly walked parallel to the girl, walking in front of Liu Shiyi.

It was dark and rainy.

The pouring rain connects the dots into a line.

Ning Yi stretched out the umbrella for the two people beside him, and bounced away the rainwater beads that fell on the umbrella surface.

Thunder flashed in the distance.

The Li River is like day.

Stopping in front of the three of them on the river was a pitch-black shadow wearing a hat and covered in mud.

The man had a sinister chin in his throat, a wooden sword pinned to his waist, and a long, narrow ancient sword on the other.

Inside one sleeve, there are only three fingers.

Great cultivator of the Sword Lake Palace's Destiny Star.

Su lacquer.

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