"It seems that you are not as fragile as you think. ”

The monk didn't laugh angrily, looked at the purple finch around his neck with a calm expression, and then his tone eased, and the smile that ridiculed Zhou Yusheng became more and more intense.

"I won. ”

In a moment, he grabbed the monk's vacancy, and in an instant, his figure flashed away, grabbing the blank pupils of that moment, the purple sparrow seemed to grasp his hand, pulling Zhou Yusheng, and his body disappeared as if out of thin air.

"You just conquered your demons. ”

His gaze staring into the distance seemed blurry and distant. It's as if you're looking at the verdant years that have passed. In the leisurely eyes, it seems that the stories of time are engraved.

"It's time for me to disappear too. ”

In his gaze looking back, there was a tacit understanding of acquaintance, acquaintance, and sympathy, implying a hint of reluctance, just like when he came, he held a worn-out broom, and a pair of wooden eyes stared at Zhou Yusheng, for fear that the person in front of him would take away the broom he regarded as a treasure.

"That purple sparrow is a good sword. At least now you can't even reach a tenth of the strength of that sword. ”

The water on the surface of the lake stopped flowing, the bright moon was no longer so bright, and the power in the eight-sided Qifan tablet was collapsing.

He dragged the broom when he came, gently swept away the fallen leaves on the lake, and watched Zhou Yusheng's gaze fade away, and finally sank into the lake.

"Take care. ”

The gaze he looked back at was like a spring rain, moisturizing things silently, long and far-reaching.

The power of the eight-faced Qifan Monument gradually weakened, and the sword qi that was still struggling with it immediately showed traces of counterattack.

He held the purple finch in his hand, and listened to the faint wail of his drowning, blurred in this silent sea.

The milky white mist that he was caught in his body slowly lowered, and the moment he raised his eyes, he saw Luo Xue looking at him with an inexplicable expression.

It was not so much inexplicable, but shocked, and there were too many different emotions in her eyes, which burst out from her eyes.

"It seems that you have a good chance in Zhenshan Stone. ”

She came back to her senses from her shocked expression, and her mind was still in Zhou Yusheng's mind, and the sword qi that she saw was counterattacking.

"Senior Aunt Luo Xue, this purple sparrow, I think if I can see Zhu Yin in my lifetime, I want to return it to him personally, because originally this should belong to his creation, I just happened to attract the sword qi of the purple sparrow, and the real creation should belong to the purple sparrow. He stared into the purple sparrow's eyes, and he didn't mean anything but gratitude.

In the eight-sided Qifan stele, it felt like time had passed as if he had traveled through the entire four seasons, and he originally thought that he would be at least tired when he came back from the stele, but he didn't know how long it took, but Zhou Yusheng opened his eyes, and a bright light that he had never had before flashed in his eyes.

"For the remaining year, I will cut enough spiritual bamboo to send down the mountain. ”

His mind was clear, and his heart was as calm as a lake, everything that happened in the eight-sided Qifan Monument, the dull monk, the shabby broom, the fiery red long stick, the golden long sword, he looked at them one by one calmly as if he were looking at a stranger.

But in his heart, there was only the sword.

Even if it is unyielding, it is destined to be extraordinary.

Aunt Luo Xue smiled with relief: "You have really grown up." ”

In her soft gaze, there was a spring breeze-like harmony, and her smile was brighter.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

The blade of the sword roared, and the tip of the sword was like a white snake spitting out a letter.

The sword qi hits people, urging people into their throats, and hissing through the wind.

Zhou Yuchang stood up, compared to half a year ago, he was still childish, his eyes were like a snake staring at people, terrifying and piercing.

You can't even imagine that a ten-year-old child would have such a terrifying chill in his eyes!

Luo Xue seemed to have changed at the moment, and in front of the high-spirited young man, her face, which had always been calm, was full of haggardness.

Her haggard face was already shining with a dazzling light!

In the past six months, he has been like a sword hidden in a sheath, and his sharp edge is not revealed, so he has not been able to see its brilliant brilliance!

"Wind sweeping. ”

His hand stretched out, his wrist flipped, and he twisted the blade of the sword with the strength of his wrist!

The wind was lifted by the edge of the sword, and it danced tirelessly under the blue-gray sky

Zhou Yusheng's iron sword swung out against the wind, and a jet-black cold light went straight to Luo Xue's throat. Before the sword arrived, Sen Han's sword aura had already shattered the breeze.

Luo Xue's footsteps changed, the jade hand pulled out the green sword in the scabbard, the wrist rotated slightly, and the green sword flashed as fast as lightning, the sword light flashed, but it merged with the woman's blue and weak figure.

The purple finch in Zhou Yusheng's hand hurriedly changed his move, his elbow extended backwards for a while, and he swung his sword towards Luo Xue beside him.

Luo Xue couldn't retreat, and her body suddenly slid up along the trunk of the tree.

Zhou Yuchang roared and flew into the sky, and the purple finch gradually formed a silver moon in the air.

His man and the sword have become one.

The compelling sword aura destroyed the green leaves on the branches.

It's a terrible sight!

Luo Xue's arms shook, and the sword qi flying rainbow had already swept over, falling with the red leaves.

Zhou Yusheng took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the Xuanlong Nine Turns were operated in his body, and suddenly a sword Changhong suddenly turned into countless lights and shadows, and sprinkled it on Luo Xue's head.

The speed of this sword is as fast as lightning!

Luo Xue was within a radius of three zhang, but he was already shrouded in sword qi, and no matter what direction he dodged, it seemed that he couldn't dodge.

Just listen to the sound of "ding", and the sparks splash everywhere.

The silver sword in Luo Xue's hand met the blade of the sword impartially.

At this moment, the sword qi in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, but the green spirit leaves had not yet fallen.

Luo Xue hugged her chest with her left hand, but the silver sword in her right hand was still firmly protected on her chest.

The sword blade that fell down bounced out of Zhou Yusheng's hand!

He looked at Luo Xue quietly, and Luo Xue also looked at him quietly.

There was no expression on either of their faces.

But Zhou Yusheng knew in his heart that he could no longer shoot with this sword.

The wind sweeps the sword technique, as fast as lightning, because the blade breaks the wind, its momentum is urgent, and the palm fails to grasp the speed of the sword, and the inertia will be greatly affected.

But at least, in the past six months, he has improved the previous autumn wind sweeping leaves, and under Luo Xue's guidance, he has created his own sword technique called wind sweeping.

Zhou Yusheng's hand slowly drooped!

With the speed at which the last Spirit Tree fell, silence returned to the Spirit Bamboo Peak

Deathly silence.

"Your wind sweep, although it is evolved from the Dharma sword technique, but it is too harsh on the power of the palm, as long as you are not careful, the right hand holding the sword will lose its strength. This will be an irreparable weakness in future matchups. ”

Luo Xue slowly withdrew the sword in her sheath, and her eyes stayed deliberately in Zhou Yusheng for a second, although she finally won this competition, this was still the result of using spiritual power in this competition.

Just like the silver snow in her hand, obviously in terms of material, it is not as good as the purple sparrow in Zhou Yusheng's hand.

"But grasping the opportunity to luck the sword is a killer weapon, after all, not everyone can withstand the power of the wind sweep. She said lightly.

"In the next six months, the intensity of all your cultivation will be doubled. ”

This is not the first time that Luo Xue has made a new ceiling on the intensity of her cultivation.

But the good news is that the results are significant.

The only downside is that now, as long as his body exerts a little bit of force for a long time, the hidden disease hidden in this inhuman cultivation will immediately cause a chain reaction, and the muscles and veins in his body will be so misaligned and painful.

Back in the hut, Zhou Yusheng, who had already been unable to endure the pain of ants eating bones all over his body, quickly closed the doors and windows, then took off his clothes again, and couldn't wait to burrow into the medicine basin of cyan green liquor.

The cold green water stimulated the skin full of bruises, Zhou Yusheng suddenly took a few deep breaths of cool air comfortably, the feeling of ice and fire made him slowly close his eyes as if he was enjoying it, and his body gradually softened and lay in the wooden basin, not moving.

And after falling into a dull night, the next morning, in a back mountain behind Lingzhu Peak.

In a hidden grove on the top of the back mountain, Zhou Yusheng's feet were stuck into the cold water like a stump, his toes were clasped into the rocks on the water surface, his teeth were clenched, and on his forehead, cold sweat flowed, allowing the rapid waterfall to fall on his body, and the cyan bruises were densely packed like centipedes all over it.

Behind Zhou Yusheng, Luo Xue sat on the body of Sour He, this huge bird and beast was still unwilling to sneer at Zhou Yusheng while destroying Zhou Yusheng's body and mind.

Obviously, it was still holding grudges with the sword qi that could be cultivated half a year ago.

In the shrill birdsong, the air fluctuated slightly, and the ribbon-like spiritual power burst out from Luo Xue's palm, and finally smashed heavily on Zhou Yusheng's shoulder like a whip.

The corners of his mouth trembled violently, and he took a breath of cold air between his teeth, and the icy chill gradually weakened the hot burning sensation on his back, and he could only feel the cold air in the marrow.

After the severe pain, it was a sign before the body's transformation, and under the stimulation of the pain, the Xuanlong Nine Turns seemed to be more energetic than usual, and the nine-word quatrain that had been read and recited in his mind before gradually reached the so-called Dacheng under the spur of this inhuman spur.

"I'm not at the limit yet!"

When he came back to stay, the pain in his shoulder gradually faded, but Zhou Yusheng's immature little face was full of persistence and stubbornness, and he shouted in a low voice.

Looking at Zhou Yusheng, who gritted his teeth and insisted on striking, Luo Xue's cold appearance showed a smile of relief, nodded slightly, and in the palm of his hand, the snow-white spiritual power was once again ruthlessly waved down from under the pair of slender jade hands.

"Hmm~"

In the small woods, a somewhat oozing muffled sound and a low muffled hum slightly mixed with painful sounds spread one after another.