The attached bridge was impacted, the lights were dimmed, and only a lamp was left that was knocked to the crooked headlights, and in the long queue of car accidents that were rear-ended, one in the east and one in the west, or red or white, flashing, strange and bleak. The air seemed to be played with by an invisible hand, and the night breeze was swift and slow, listening to it in front and suddenly in the back, like a wonderful dance of the heavenly demons, which provoked the scattered fires on the bridge deck to rise and fall and burn more intensely.

The lights, the firelight, the sound of the wind, the silence of the human voice, the spiraling and extending of the attached bridge is like a painting of hell where human beings stop walking at night, and there is only one place that seems to be the pure land outside the world that is independent of the world, and it is a world of its own, which is where Sun Su stands.

The void is snowing, dancing and flying, Sun Su's legal staff is obliquely fingered, calmly sword, the cold demeanor is like the top of the mountain suddenly see the lonely peak steep, and like the moon of Izumo suddenly appears in the dark night, from the people do not feel awe, but also seem to have an inexplicable move lingering in the hearts of the viewers. In the big hole on the upper floor of the hotel, Brother Shimada looked down and felt particularly deeply. He had to quickly collect his mind and suppress this strange thought.

At this time, it was the time of-for-tat saber-rattling, Brother Shimada disappeared with the wind, I don't know where to hide, Brother Shimada secretly stored thunder, but did not trigger, while Sun Suhe was calm and leisurely, and the three of them seemed to be onlookers for a long time, waiting and preparing tacitly. The chaotic and eerie calm reveals the dark tide at the bottom, which is about to erupt.

Sun Suhe knows his own family affairs, although on the surface it seems that each is good at winning, and no one can overwhelm anyone in momentum, but in fact, he is almost at the end of his crossbow.

Bai Hong Killing Sword, Hanging Silk Soft Sword, Drunken Immortal Chaos Sword, the three sword moves are all Sun Su He's daily refining and moon refining, unremitting penance, and constantly turning bit by bit of ideas into the magic book every day, which can be used to hook with ideas when fighting the law, ideas, spells, and magic books, the three resonate, and in an instant, they exert an amazing power far beyond their own limits. It's just that with all the accumulation of his cultivation so far, the magic book can only support him to use nine swords, since the encounter with the Shimada brothers, in a short period of time, strange changes have occurred, Sun Suhe had to make five swords in a row, and this is barely in this situation.

However, every sword is a great burden for him, and it is not easy to make a thousand swords in four taels? At most, he can only take out three swords in a row during the special training, and his body is already overwhelmed at this time, and he purely relies on the miracle of the Heavenly Dao to make his mind and sword intent harmonize, maintain a clear and spotless state of mind, and temporarily ignore all kinds of fatigue and pain.

And to help Sun Suhe repeatedly turn danger into relief, and the poetic talent "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" that briefly wrestled with natural disasters can no longer be used as the last reliance this time.

After the battle of the Kida Mountain Retreat, Sun Suhe's pure mind naturally harmonized with the poetic talent in his body, and gradually merged in a state of mystery and mystery. Brother Mao, who has always ignored Sun Suhe, discussed the three heroes with him for the first time, and broke the biggest barrier for Sun Suhe at that time was his overdependence on Alice, and he had to have the courage to take his own step to be qualified to glimpse a higher level.

Taking this as an opportunity, Sun Suhe finally broke through the realm of "conscience" where simplicity and poetic talent coexisted, and initially climbed to the realm of "imprinting the heart with the heart", and was able to control the poetic talent a little with his own will. But it is precisely because of this that the power that poetic talent can exert is greatly limited.

Originally, no matter how Brother Mao urged his strength, he was in harmony with Sun Su, and he could sway freely and bring his poetic talent to the extreme. And now Sun Suhe is like a Wang Qingquan, is gradually intersecting with the ocean, unless one day, the two are integrated and will no longer separate each other, to the highest realm of "from the heart", or the spring itself is strong enough to swallow the ocean, otherwise the majestic power of the ocean must first take into account the bearing capacity of the spring, once the wind and waves are a little bigger, it is possible that the spring will be destroyed and killed, Sun Suhe is equivalent to becoming the shortest board of the barrel, and now the thin ink color that protects Xie Yi like a cloud is the limit of what he can control.

Under all kinds of unfavorable circumstances, Sun Suhe is still standing here, not only because he has already made up his mind to protect Xie Yi from danger, but also because he has never had the courage to think that he can fight a bloody way with his own strength.

From the moment Sun Suhe rescued Xie Yi, the situation has undergone subtle changes, for Yin Yang Province, Xie Yi stays by Sun Suhe's side for one more second, there will be countless unpredictable changes, who knows what Sun Suhe will do to Xie Yi, or what he has already done? Judging from their eagerness to get Xie Yi's performance, there is absolutely no room to wait for support or to explore the details of Sun Suhe's moves before calmly making a move. The stalemate is now almost close to their limit. Whether or not Master Tanuki's plan can be sold is just a moment or three, Sun Suhe took a slight breath, and laughed at himself in his heart: If I still have my life at that time......

"No, I've never seen this technique before. Where did this man come from? How could he never have heard of such a person? Perception was completely confused by the snowflakes fluttering around him. Is that snowflake a sword qi? For example, if a picture is slashed countless times by a chaotic sword before it falls into our hands, there is an indelible subtle difference between what we see and the original, and if we can't analyze the trajectory of each sword, then what we perceive is always an error. In this case, there is no point in sniping again, it is simply impossible to decipher every snowflake. Speaking of which, with the previous shot, he was able to smash the talisman bullet in mid-air, this person is really not good. We...... We're not exculpating ourselves! That shot ......."

"Enough. Brother Shimada stopped the chatter analysis on the other end of the communicator, "I see, let's take care of it next." ”

The wind was sudden, Brother Shimada's mind moved, and suddenly the air was surging, and the massive air was attracted, compressed, and turned into a sharp weapon to attack Sun Suhe from all directions.

The snowflakes fluttering in the void have their own majesty that cannot be provoked, and as soon as the qi tide hits, the snowflakes immediately riot wildly, the wind is urgent, the snowflakes dance wildly, and any enemy who comes to attack will not escape the fate of being cut off by the sword.

Sun Suhe was slightly surprised, Brother Shimada's offensive was a little thunderous and rainy, and there was no suffocating oppression that he expected, this guy seemed to have deliberately left some spare strength, eyeing the enemy, and snooping on the reality with a full-range attack that did not show dead ends, just waiting for me to reveal the flaws and hit with all my strength, so the main attack is really still ......

As Sun Suhe expected, in the big hole of the hotel's high-rise, Brother Shimada rushed to the sky under the influence of the wind, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were about to crack, his teeth were clenched, his whole body was full of strength, the tattered clothes on his upper body had already been torn, and the blue and white electric light flashed violently on the stretched muscles, it was really like the incarnation of the thunder god descending from the sky, to eliminate all the foolish people in the world who dared to offend the power of heaven.

The two dark black short sticks became deeper and deeper in his hands, and the demon ornaments carved on the sticks were full of thunder at this time, as if a god had really awakened from his slumber and wanted to break the stick.

Boom! Boom!

The short stick struck the void with the power of ten thousand jun, and it made a muffled sound like a drum, and the thunder was like a dragon, born in response to the sound, quickly breaking through the air, and sending down the fierce heavenly punishment to Sun Suhe.