He has silver hair like snow and is dressed in sackcloth.

The eldest grandson, who had been closing his eyes and not moving, finally moved.

I saw the eldest grandson standing up slowly, the breeze blowing, the white hairband and silver hair rippling in the wind, the body was slender, the face was handsome, and he was wearing shabby linen, but he didn't see half of his downfall.

However, the strange thing is that this eldest grandson Wuwu looks that he is obviously only about twenty, and he should be the most high-spirited, but there is a faint ...... on his pale and bloodless face Dead air.

"Oh, it's you who took my Thunder Sword from a mortal! It seems that you have some means, which are slightly different from these useless people. I have just gained a human body and entered the realm of Tongmai, and I just happened to use you as my test stone. ”

The black-faced reggae looked at the eldest grandson who stood up, shrugged his shoulders slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and a thunder sword that was thick enough to slam into the palm of his hand struck at the eldest grandson, the thunder sword was extremely tough, and the weight of the original blue thunder and fire was mixed with a touch of black intent.

Since the first six thousand steps, reggae has not cared about Changsun Wuwu, to be precise, Changsun Wuwu is not worthy of too much attention from reggae, a little look is just the strength of qi and blood, such strength plus has been standing by, reggae naturally did not take it seriously, but now Changsun Wuwu easily defused the reggae offensive with a broken iron filing, which made him impressed.

But even so, reggae is still proud, and after some life and death and with the help of its master, reggae has stepped from the realm of condensation to the realm of the veins.

The five realms of Mingqi: enlightenment - condensation - pulse - meteorology - imperial spirit, step by step, one is better than the other, once the cultivation is diligent, enter the next realm, the strength will inevitably rise.

Now that reggae has opened up its own Yuan vein and been able to cultivate its human body, its strength is naturally rising, and it is not the same.

In the face of the reggae sneer, the eldest grandson Wuwu did not answer, but slowly opened his eyes at the moment when the thunder sword attacked, and the originally extremely fast thunder sword became extremely slow when it entered the three zhang range around the eldest grandson Wuwu, and at the moment when the eldest grandson Wuwu opened his eyes, time and space seemed to stand still, and when he came back to his senses, the thunder sword had already collapsed inch by inch.

Li Hongsleeve fell to the ground, looking sideways at the young man in the distance, unconsciously recalling a scene ten years ago, with a slight smile on his face.

"Where did the hairy boy come from, he actually danced a sword outside Taile Fang? I don't know if it should be a capital crime to in the palace? Come on, take it!"

In the Tang Palace, a young man who was only eight or nine years old and wearing a white velvet costume practiced his sword outside Taile Fang, which could not help but attract a large number of palace guards.

What kind of place is Taile Fang? It is the place where the princesses of the Tang Dynasty learn dance and music, how can people trespass into such a forbidden place at will? Even if it is just a child, it is a capital crime, and its crime should be punished.

Immediately, dozens of guards rushed up to capture the young man who practiced swords.

Seeing this, the young man did not have the slightest fear, and faced the enemy with the wooden sword in his hand, wandering among the crowd of soldiers, his sword moves were elegant and agile, not at all like a yellow-mouthed child, and he defeated the guards in a few moments.

Dozens of Tang elites were defeated by an eight- or nine-year-old doll in one breath, which was an ending that no one expected.

Seeing this, the guards no longer kept their hands, and took out their sleeve arrows to shoot the boy, only in this way could they save the face of the Praetorian Guard. But the boy was still light and light, and used the wooden sword to resist the flying arrows, and the sword style hit the arrows back to their original places, but fortunately, the young man did not move to kill, and the arrows that fell back were all shot in the floor one step away from the guards, and no one was injured.

Seeing the defeat of the Praetorian Guard, the Tang princesses who were watching were all frightened, where could they care about dancing with music?

"Ninth sister, let's go!"

In the scattered crowd, someone shouted at a girl dressed in red, but the girl seemed unmoved.

After a period of hustle and bustle, only the girl in red was left in the huge Taile Fang.

The girl in red slowly got up, walked out of the door of Taile Fang, came to the young man, and said with a little excitement: "Your sword dance is really good, just like Brother Cui." ”

After the young man defeated dozens of guards, he stood with his sword in his hand, with a serious face, but he was suddenly praised by this girl, and he unconsciously blushed and said, "Thank you." ”

The girl took a step forward and looked at the boy carefully, staring at the boy's face without taking her eyes off it, as if a flower had opened on the boy's face.

Seeing this, the young man unconsciously took a step back.

In this way, the girl went further, and the boy took a step back, until the boy leaned his back against the wall, and the girl not only did not stop, but took an inch.

is almost about to veneer with the teenager, which makes the already blushing teenager even more uncomfortable.

Finally, the boy pushed the girl away and asked in a deep voice, "What are you looking at?"

"Look into your eyes again. ”

The girl replied.

"What's so nice about my eyes?"

The boy muttered.

Who knew that the girl laughed: "It seems that Brother Cui really didn't lie to me, the good ones who dance the sword are people with clear and pure eyes, your sword dance is also good, and your eyes are also thorough and clean." Can you still show me a sword dance?"

"Yes, yes, but you have to show me the dance you just danced once. ”

The boy said suddenly.

......

There are thousands of rays of light in this world, faint as fluorescent, bright as the sun, and at this moment, there is a light that is cooler than the cold moonlight on a cold night.

The eldest grandson Wuwu opened his eyes and looked at the red sleeves, but the smile on the red sleeves' face gradually disappeared, the cold and unfamiliar gaze of the eldest grandson Wuwu made the red sleeves' heart also become cold, this look, the red sleeves already knew that the original boy had disappeared, and his eyes were no longer clean.

What kind of eyes are these? What have you seen that makes a person's eyes so cold?

The eldest grandson Wuwu put away his gaze and looked at the black-faced reggae, only to be glanced at, the black-faced reggae was like falling into an ice cave, and the faint sneer on his face slowly solidified.

The black-faced reggae chuckled inwardly, and at this time, a voice in his head kept reminding him that this person was extremely dangerous, and he was the best plan.

This voice was none other than the reggae body's instinct, but reggae did not run away, but let go of the hand that had been holding Huang Chen.

"Hehehe...... I am my lord and sit down to the thunder people, how can I lose to a mere mortal?"

The black-faced reggae's third eye opened to the limit at this moment, and a trace of blood flowed out of it, and the power of thunder and lightning raged above, as if brewing its strongest blow.

"I don't want to. ”

At this moment, an abrupt sentence that I didn't want to say from the mouth of the eldest grandson Wuwu, who had been silent, immediately jumped up and faced the reggae.

"You're looking for death!

The black-faced reggae roared, and a beam of thunder light shot straight at the eldest grandson like a night owl, and the whole body was blue night owl, but its eyes were as black as ink.

"Sword One: A Sword as a River!"

The eldest grandson did not dodge until the last moment when he was approaching the night owl, his right hand suddenly spread out, and the iron filings collected at some point instantly dispersed, turning into an incomparably large remnant sword.

"I want your eyes!"

The cold words came out of the mouth of the eldest grandson, as if an irresistible fate, the sword momentum of the sky easily penetrated the body of the reggae, and the clouds behind him were also split, and the ends of the clouds hung down, as if a river had formed in this sky.