The frost steps trail flew as if it were broken, the wrist trembled slightly, and the bamboo sword pulled the clusters of sword flowers, colorful as promised, and sprinkled with dust. People who can't distinguish their faces use familiar swords, and the swords are ever-changing, and they are fierce and fierce.

Bamboo with the same root and origin, similar and similar moves, but they have completely different meanings. The Taoist is a hundred, a hundred is a thousand, and the sword of inhumanity. On the bamboo branch on the bridge, the old man out of the sword is like a swimming dragon, fluttering briskly, vertical and horizontal, straight and never back.

In an instant, the bamboo sword will reach the body, but the mind of the bamboo shadow is empty, and the green branch is in the grip of the sudden shot, and the spirit is wonderful, and the movement will be unpredictable.

The first sword touched each other, and the crisp sound accompanied by the breeze was pleasant. The green branches in the hands of Shu Zhuying are like living creatures self-determined, flexible and clever. The old man's sword is under the clear rank of the dragon, and he is unbelievably restrained, and it is difficult to regenerate and change.

"The second sword. ”

Retreating the sword and turning around and moving again, the old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the second sword had already shot again.

The sword comes out, covering a thousand states, as if reflecting the scene of the past sword, and the heart emerges one after another, as if it is the epitome of the perennial sword trial of the rivers and lakes. Although it doesn't stay for long, it seems to have been paying attention to the sea for a long time. Teasing, checking, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, hanging, breaking the law and solving the method, sparse bamboo shadow is at your fingertips, and there is no trace of the broken move, and the mood fluctuates slightly.

However, the clear and wonderful sword moves, receiving the sword into the eyes, always give Shu Zhuying a feeling of rootless duckweed. Qingzhi changed to attack the place where the opponent's sword move was broken, and every time he forced the old man to forcibly change his sword, Shu Zhuying felt that his body and mind were becoming clearer and clearer, as if he swept away the dust of his long-blind heart, he turned into the realm of emptiness.

The moon is bright and frosty, the mountain breeze is cold, and the bamboo rhyme and sword shadow are intertwined with a vulgar illusion. After a while, he had no intention of thinking about it, and it gradually became clear in his heart that what the green branches fell was not the sparseness of the past opponents, but the leakage of his own changes over the years.

The sword in his hand has long been descended from heaven and has never turned to other places, so how can he ask for it from other places?

"It is not what is received by man, but what is owned; Whoever is contaminated with the sword, forsaken himself ...... at all"

Meditate on a thought, breathe into enlightenment. The green branches in his hands are clenched, and the three swords of the bamboo shadow are saluted, as if they are made of nature, transcendent and dusty, the autumn water and white frost are dispersed with the weather, and the sword is over!

The heart mirror turned to shine, the three swords were taken off, and the old man's wrist was suddenly hit. The bamboo branch in his hand shook and fell to the ground, and the whole person turned into a burst of bamboo leaves, flying like rain, and suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared. The bamboo shadow of the Qing order, like the scene in the fairy, the sparse bamboo shadow looks back at it again, but there is no person or thing in front of him, and the bamboo branches that should be broken in the hand are also flawless and undamaged, and they are also as clean and flawless as the original intention.

The wind passes through the bamboo silently, and the geese cross the cold pool without a shadow. The bamboo sweeps the dust and does not move, and the moon passes through the bottom of the pond without a trace. If so, when things come, the heart will see, and when things go, the heart will be empty.

The clothes are still ragged, but the body is like a fairy in the sky, and he may abandon the mortal at any time. The injury has not improved, but Shu Zhuying no longer cares about anything else, just tightens the green branch in his hand, and then turns down the mountain.

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The dragon descended into the world, and the world returned to the heart. Long Wei Hehe, Fu Zuo is long.

Tiance Zhenlong was born, and it didn't take long to gather the world's heroes and capture the lower glass fairyland. Su Huanzhen and other righteous people were defeated and lost, and Tiance Zhenlong was unstoppable, which made the world frightened and surrendered one after another.

In the righteous path, two of the lords of the five directions are trapped in the Spirit Mountain, and the heavenly demons need to rectify the demon realm. In addition to the destruction of the Western White Tiger's earthly qi, the Southern Vermilion Bird was left by Mo Zhaonu earlier to self-extinguish, and the land of the Northern Xuanwu and the Eastern Qinglong was occupied by the army sent by the Tiance True Dragon.

And with the strength of Qu's army, even if he did not assist Tiance in capturing the Xuanwu Spirit Land, he could still gain a firm foothold in the Tiance army.

The information of the seventy-two survival stations was leaked, and Su Huanzhen and others had no way to go to the sky and no way to go to the ground. If it weren't for the Heavenly Demon intervening to save him, the mysterious swordsman and the tear stain would have died at the hands of the Heavenly Army. And because of the intervention of the Heavenly Demon halfway, the Demon Realm, which was already not very stable, was even more hostile to the Tiance Dynasty.

In this regard, the Demon Sword Dao is happy to see it come to fruition, but there is a spaceship that is far beyond ordinary people's imagination in the palm of its hand. The Heavenly Demon simply obeyed Bai Wujian Jian, did not move, and transferred all the important members of the Demon Realm to it, waiting for the Demon Sword Dao to strike first, and then make follow-up plans. And before that, the Heavenly Demon had already given the order first, leaving a profound lesson for the Demon Sword Dao.

In the Valley of Evil Spirits, there are bodies that are in a tragic state such as Lie Wuyi, Night Dew Soul Collector, and Wen Hanpen, as well as several corpses hidden under black cloaks.

A few days ago, the insect man and ghost monk led people to the Central Plains territory, wanting to use the backbone of the anti-bone insect control zhì Tiance army to steal information. In the middle of the clinker wilderness, he was surrounded and killed by more than a dozen black-clad creatures who were silent and sneaky.

The origin of the non-good class was too mysterious, and several generals were suddenly caught off guard, and they couldn't even complete a decent counterattack, so they were strangled and divided by the sickle one after another with the cooperation of the opponent's strange offensive.

Surprised by this scene, the insect man ghost monk wanted to recover the decline, but after he bombarded and killed several non-good people, the remaining non-good people became even more crazy, and they didn't know what they were talking about, so they frantically swarmed up, never dying.

It was difficult for the insect man and ghost monk to fight back under the opponent's ferocious attack, so he could only fight and retreat, and fled with injuries and defeat.

After his subordinates finished speaking, Zhu Tian's face was solemn, and he asked for advice on strategy: "This is the non-good class under the command of the Heavenly Demon, do you know anything?"

"Difficult ......"

The strategy in the shadows, after careful observation, pondered for a moment, and replied gloomily, "Judging from these corpses, I am afraid that these are just non-good low-level soldiers, and they are not masters. However, with its fierce and fearless characteristics, combined with our incomprehensible and self-destructive general attack methods, it is really terrifying to be able to kill a general with far superior strength. ”

"What's the solution?"

The cloak was thrown heavily, and Zhu Tian had no interest in the characteristics of non-goodness, and only asked how to deal with it.

"Is it necessary? This subordinate of the Heavenly Demon is too mysterious, and no one knows what the supernatural nature of the non-good class at the top level will have, but what does that mean to you and me?"

In the quiet space, there was a "click" sound of a solid staff hitting the ground, and the strategy smiled gloomily: "When the 170,000 demon army comes out, there is nothing to be afraid of if it is not good, why lose a big one because of a small one?"

"The Nightmare Army...... The whereabouts of the Shazhou Master are unknown, and it is also troublesome. Hearing this, Zhu Tian was thoughtful and replied in a deep voice.

"Hmph, the Sand Boat Master is a huge threat to the Demon Army, and he must die. However, last time, it was not easy to repair the damage of the heretical god and the Yaksha ghost, and I still had to ask the three yin, nine yang, and twelve divisions to make the final preparations to awaken the nightmare, and the matter was solved by the Demon Kendo. ”

Shazhou Yizi is like a thorn in his back, paranoid and ruthless like a strategy, and he is not unhappy with it. And using Zhutian to solve the common enemy, with the deep mind of strategy, it is handy.

After only mentioning it slightly, the strategy continued to shift the focus back to the non-good class, and said: "As for the method of dealing with the non-good class...... The next time we meet, we must take the lead and do more ruthless than them, and we should be able to temporarily solve the dilemma. However, the extraordinary prince was trapped, and Su was really a heavy blow, and the current relationship between the Heavenly Demon and the Heavenly Ce True Dragon was not harmonious. I think that with the current strength of the Heavenly Demon Series, it is not yet possible to achieve a full-scale counterattack, and there is no need for the Demon Sword Dao to worry for the time being. Beware of the fisherman's pride, he still focuses on attacking the original cause. ”

"The Emperor is clear. The matter of the demon army will be handed over to you to complete, and the emperor will do his best to find out the whereabouts of the Shazhou Yizi Master. ”

Some thoughts on the strategy, Zhu Tian is not ignorant. However, with a strategy in hand, Zhu Tian is not afraid that he will be out of control. And the strategy of the city is very deep, and with his good wisdom, he has indeed helped the Demon Sword Dao to expand rapidly in a short period of time. So while using strategy, Zhu Tian didn't mind leaving him some thoughts.

"This emperor will turn around to the Demon Sword Dao to deal with business, you and I will meet another day"

ordered someone to bring the bodies of several of his subordinates back for burial, and Zhu Tian took people back to the Demon Sword Dao. In the blink of an eye, the Evil Spirit Ghost Valley was empty and quiet again, leaving only the sound of dripping water hitting the bluestone.

"Boom...... Zhutian, your hegemony is mine, what kind of non-good people do you need to watch out for?"

In the terrifying and mysterious place, a burst of dark green evil light suddenly flickered, and several non-virtuous corpses on the ground had disappeared, and the sinister laughter of scheming suddenly echoed in the ghost valley.

"The last time I killed the demon leader, I didn't succeed, and the black-clothed sword boy violated your order many times, and the slap you gave made a certain woman hate you so much, and she wanted to get rid of it quickly. ”