"This sword intent !!" Wen Yiming jumped from the bed and stood on the ground, and exclaimed, "What kind of cultivation is this Liang Zhi?" The notes under the impatience hide the sword intent"

The paper of this note is very ordinary, that is, ordinary rice paper; I don't know how many spring and autumn seasons I have gone through are a little yellow, but Wen Yiming tried to tear it, and to his surprise, the dense sword intent in those fonts actually tore him easily

With such a thin piece of rice paper, how high does it take to leave the sword intent on it?

"It's a potential!" Wen Yiming paid close attention to it, and found that every paragraph of the sentence formed a sword momentum, and the chapter of the whole page was like forming a vast and inseparable ocean, wrapping the dense sword intent in the font without harming the rice paper. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

No wonder this sword intent has not affected himself, it turns out that Liang Zhi has integrated the sword intent and sword momentum, reaching the point of instinct to do whatever he wants and send and receive freely, otherwise he doesn't need to see Liang Zhi himself out of the sword, just open this notebook is enough to splash blood for five steps.

"Take! It's so special, the old text has gained insight today! Wen Yiming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in shock.

Wen Yiming gently stroked the murderous note without leaking the slightest, and exclaimed, "This is a murderous notebook." ”

He had a feeling that he couldn't even believe it, if this Liang Zhi was in his heyday, he only needed to write the word 'sword' on the cliff with a sword qi book, and he was afraid that he would not be able to find a martial cultivator in the entire south who could get close to a hundred meters.

Taking a few deep breaths, shaking his head fiercely, calming down, Wen Yiming read the notes seriously.

When I remember to use my notes to awaken my memory, I don't know how many years have passed or where I am now. Ever since I fused the Rakshasa blood, I have lost my mind, and if it weren't for the selfless invincible realm of comprehending the selfless mind, I guess I would have been controlled by the altar long ago."

'How long has it been?' This seems to be the Western Regions, and the time I spend awake is always too short, and now I only remember three things. I'm from the Twin Cities, and there's a force called the Altar that is so powerful that my amnesia and madness can only be solved by heroic tears, ah! I'm so dizzy'

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Wen Yiming looked at it very seriously, and even read some words several times, and then fell into deep thought.

Although there are many notes in front of Liang Zhi that are recorded in a trance, they also leave a lot of useful information.

Wen Yiming didn't rest and continued to watch.

I don't even remember when I entered the Martial Saint Period, but I was obviously awake for more time. Now this should be the northern frontier, and I think I should go back to a place called the south, where there is what I need. ’

'I seem to remember someone talking about me, mentioning my long sword that I don't know when I got it, it seems to be called 'regret', which is said to be the first of the ten famous swords in the Heavenly Continent? From their mouths, I heard the ranking of the top ten famous swords, so to speak, the 'Ah Nose', 'Dao Trace', and 'Nine Rhymes' in my space ring are all the top ten famous swords? What did I do? ’

Wen Yiming was already numb when he saw this, this Liang Zhi was too good. I don't know when I broke through to the Martial Saint Period, but what kind of Rakshasa blood was that could affect the sanity of a Martial Saint.

He didn't know about the top ten famous swords, but he could be ranked in front of the Heavenly Continent, and he thought it should be endless.

Wen Yiming said secretly, even I want to know what you did when you lost your mind, the top ten famous swords were almost half of them by you, and it is strange that the altar does not chase you.

Suddenly, Wen Yiming jumped up from the bed, his face full of ecstasy.

"I must go and jump off the cliff immediately, this old man has a lot of good things on him, I'll go! Just thinking about it makes people's blood pressure skyrocket. Wen Yiming scratched his ears and cheeks, and his heart was so excited that he was almost ** on top of each other.

Wen Yiming pushed open the window and took a few breaths of fresh air, it was estimated that it should be ugly. He turned around and loaded the notes, and then put them in the black box of the Xuanwu Spoon, and then threw the space ring closer.

He was really afraid of the Heavenly Book Questionnaire, if this note was swallowed by the Heavenly Book Questionnaire, it would be a big loss, and there was still a lot of content in it that he hadn't read.

Although he was not sleepy, Wen Yiming still tried his best to condition his body during this time, and once he entered the northern Xinjiang, he would not have much time to adjust his body.

After practicing the Little Life Soul Technique for an hour, Wen Yiming lay down in his clothes.

Early the next morning, Wen Yiming went to the Bamboo Pavilion, and the two mothers and sons had a nutritious breakfast with the Tongshan family, and then said goodbye and went straight to the jumping cliff.

Jiang Xian also knew that Wen Yiming had a lot of things to deal with, and he would go to Northern Xinjiang later. Although he was very reluctant, thinking of Wen Ziyu's piece of blood book cloth, he could only tell Wen Yiming again and again before leaving, to take care of himself, until Wen Yiming's back disappeared outside the bamboo forest, Jiang Xian still stood firmly outside the bamboo pavilion.

Wen Yiming couldn't help it, the time was too hurried, he didn't know how far he would go to Northern Xinjiang, and whether he could arrive in a year's time.

Because, there are too many uncertainties in the outside world, and it doesn't mean that if you want to concentrate on hurrying, you can get what you want.

Back at the stone house, Wen Yiming was just about to go out and go down the mountain, but he frowned. He decided to wait until it was dark before leaving, Wen Yuanzheng was beaten to death by himself, even if the Mingyang Mansion did not dare to go to Shuangcheng to ask for the guilt, there must be a hidden arrow against him outside; What's more, Qiu and Tao have not been eliminated, he is sure that this old thing must be waiting for an opportunity to get rid of himself as soon as possible.

Wen Yiming simply cleaned up and prepared to use the daytime to deal with some trivial matters first. So he went to relieve the mission of the Hunting Hall, but unfortunately his points card was deducted by 1,000 points, and it became a negative number. However, Wen Yiming didn't care at all, the points were no longer of much use to him, and he didn't dare to set foot in the Scripture Pavilion anymore.

He wasn't recharging the communication card either, he was about to go to the northern frontier, and this kind of short-range communication card was useless to him.

After leaving the Hunting Hall, Wen Yiming went to Hao Tianxiao's residence, and at the same time found Deng Aowei. Leave the thick stack of special forces program plans, as well as daily training and management regulations, to the two of them.

The three of them talked in the stone house for several hours, and Hao Tianxiao was ashamed to ask about some unclear points.

Everything was clear, and it was getting dark.

Wen Yiming returned to the stone house, dyed his hair black with ink, changed into casual clothes, and used foreign objects to make his face simple, and then took advantage of the night to go down the mountain.

Out of the boundary of the Twin Cities Peak, as soon as Wen Yiming walked around the path, he sensed that someone was following him in the aura of concentration.

Cultivation has been promoted to the samurai stage, and the perception of the concentration aura seems to be much more subtle. Wen Yiming sensed that there were three warriors in the later stage of martial arts who were following him, and after some thought, he had no idea of killing them, but gradually increased his speed, and when the extreme speed finally broke out, those three people had already been thrown out more than ten miles away.

Now Wen Yiming's movement speed, under the outbreak of eight steps to catch the cicada, the martial cultivators of the samurai stage can only eat dust in the back.

In less than half an hour, the three people who were following were thrown away without a trace by Wen Yiming.

"It's so fast, where can I keep up, alas!" At the foot of a mountain col dozens of miles away from Wen Yiming, a man in black said helplessly.

"Don't report this matter to the big housekeeper, anyway, I'm not sure if that person is Wen Yiming." Another name.

"Let me think about it, once I let my wife know, it's a head-scratching thing."

While the three of them were talking, they had just turned around and were about to return, when they suddenly froze in place, forgetting to sacrifice their blades, and looked at a burly white-robed figure in front of them in shock.

When this person appeared, they didn't notice it at all, and his cultivation was obviously much higher than them.

"Forcing the old man to kill people, alas!"

The white-robed figure sighed, and before the three of them could react, it turned into a strong wind that passed through the three of them, rushing in the direction of Wen Yiming, and disappeared into the col in the blink of an eye.

'Bang bang bang! ’

Two breaths later, the three men in black arrived on the ground.