The artistic conception of the sword, that is a legendary thing, Zhuang Xun did not expect that he could comprehend it, or it depends on talent and opportunity. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, now it can be said that it is an opportunity, and the two people who use swords can be said to be superb, but when put together, they give people a mysterious and ancient feeling.

Zhuang Xun is in a broken eggshell state at the moment.

He doesn't expect to be able to completely dissolve the comprehension once, because it is impossible, of course, fortunately, this is something that has existed, that is, in a distant era, someone has comprehended the extraordinary artistic conception of the sword, the artistic conception of a sword and a sword.

Therefore, he knows that he can't be anxious at this moment.

It's just that the current urgent situation didn't give him much time to observe the battle between the two, Lu Kun has been eyeing him, he doesn't know why His Majesty Xianqin suddenly resented him, but because of this, he has to be extremely vigilant.

"It seems that this old guy is really in a hurry, I didn't expect that after breaking through the True Immortal, the power of the killing sword was so much stronger, and I was able to cause damage to the Heavenly King Realm in the early stage of the True Immortal Realm, but the blow just now was also my strongest blow at this time, and it only made him suffer some injuries, which is nothing. ”

"If you can understand the rumored artistic conception of the sword, even if it is just some fur, it is estimated that it is extremely strong. In addition to being vigilant, Zhuang Xun looked at Jing Yuyu and the main hall of the Martial God Temple, Feng Chengjue, who was in the middle of the battle.

To be honest, Zhuang Xun didn't understand why the members of the White Tiger Hall would fight with the Martial God Hall Master, but he also smelled a hint of conspiracy from it, the old man of the Heavenly Demon was seriously injured for no reason, and the member of the White Tiger Hall next to Jing Yuyu was not there, it is estimated that what happened in this ring made the two of them kill each other at this moment.

The swords of the two are fast, dizzying, and the exchange of blows can cause a magnificent atmosphere, but in Zhuang Xun's eyes, the swords of the two are not fast, or rather, they are slowed down by themselves.

After realizing that the flying bird threw himself into the forest, in Zhuang Xun's eyes, the speed is just an illusion in the eyes of mortals, if you see it slowly, it will naturally become slower, and if you see it fast, it will naturally become faster, so as the old saying goes, there are ten lines at a glance, and he who has reached the true fairy realm can naturally do this.

Fortunately, at this moment, Lu Kun was entangled by the old man, and looking at his situation, he didn't seem to want to chase him again, Zhuang Xun was vigilant, but he was concentrating on observing the sword battle between Jing Yuyu and Fengcheng Jue, he had a hunch that he would definitely be able to understand something from this sword battle between the two of them, because he had already understood it in an instant just now, this state was very rare and could not be disrupted, and he himself was also risking his life at the moment to observe.

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At this time, on the other side, a man wearing a crystal robe and wearing a black and white mask of gods and ghosts was also like a fish and a cricket, walking quietly in the forest, among the mountains, and among the streams.

He is not anyone, it is Mr. Saigao, who separated from Zhuang Xun after getting off Xianfan that day.

Three hundred years ago, after "daydreaming" in the afternoon, after realizing "A Thousand Miles of Blood", one person killed the Six Kings Mountain fiercely, and used a rusty pig knife to cut down the six heavenly kings of the demon clan, Saigao's reputation spread to the eyes of the White Tiger Hall of the Martial God Domain, and within two years, two people came to invite him to join the White Tiger Hall.

Mr. Big still remembers it very deeply at this moment, it was a pair of men and women, the woman's surname was Su, called Su Jianxue, it was the peerless sword god of the Taixuan Realm four thousand years ago, a legendary figure, and the other man simply said his surname, surnamed Zhuang, and everything that followed was dominated by Su Jianxue.

"I didn't expect to catch up with those dead people on this trip......"

Mr. Big's gaze under the mask was a little solemn, but the dead people muttering to himself didn't know who they were, and then he slowly stepped into a verdant forest, this place was the place where the crickets and the old man of the heavenly demons fought that day.

After a short time, Mr. Big came to the battlefield that was already full of desolation, outside the battlefield, Jing Cricket was meditating, and at this moment he also woke up from meditation and quietly looked at Mr. Big who walked over slowly.

"Not dead, yes. Mr. Big walked quietly in front of him, laughed, and said slowly.

Jing Cricket also smiled: "It's time to come." ”

"The Dragon King of the West Mountain is out of the mountain. Mr. Big also sat down cross-legged, his tone flat.

Jing Jiao was not surprised, and said, "You killed his nephew, of course you went out of the mountain." ”

When Mr. Big heard this, he shook his head slightly: "It's not because of me, but because those dead people are coming." ”

After hearing this, Jing Cricket was silent for a long time, and finally said slightly hoarsely: "You mean, those pilgrims of the Time Tomb?"

Mr. Big nodded slightly, and his tone was a little solemn: "Otherwise, how could the Dragon King, who has lived in the Green Lake of Xishan for a thousand years, go out of the mountain so easily." ”

Jing Jiao didn't answer, but said slowly: "I remember, the founder of the White Tiger Hall, the man surnamed Zhuang, is a pilgrim who came out of the Time Tomb, right?"

"Well, so the style of the White Tiger Hall is very similar to those dead people. Mr. Big replied.

After speaking, the two fell silent.

At this time, in the capital of Qiushui Country in the Martial God Domain, countless mortals looked at the clear and vast sky, where there were seven people wearing black robes and wearing a white mask slowly walking above the sky, quiet, calm, like a flock of geese, lined up in a line, accepting the embrace of the distance.

There was nothing on top of the white mask, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, just a white mask, which looked a little oozing.

This group of people walked slowly in the sky, they all held a black urn in their hands, simple and exquisite, just quietly and calmly walked on the clouds, walking in the sky, until finally, disappeared in the eyes of the people of Qiushui Country and immortals.

They are the dead people of the Immortal Demon Domain, and they are the pilgrims of the Time Tomb.

At the same moment, in the Demon Sea, which was still far away from the Martial God Domain, there were also two people slowly walking in the Demon Sea, yes, they walked on the sea, but this dangerous and ever-changing Demon Sea was very quiet at the moment.

These two people were the two members of the White Tiger Hall who had just left from the East Domain.

At this time, the man walking in front stopped, his eyes slowly looked at the Martial God Domain, and muttered, "They're here......"

Su Jianxue naturally stopped, but she didn't know why, so she asked, "They?"

"Well, pilgrims of the Tomb of Time. The man replied faintly, his voice carrying a sense of memory.