Bai Hong Killing Sword, Hanging Silk Soft Sword, Drunken Immortal Chaos Sword, Sun Suhe had a whimsical idea at the beginning of participating in the study of the three sword moves with Alice and Master Tanuki.

In the battle with Mr. Painting in the past, Sun Suhe personally witnessed Lu Weishuang forcibly urging the "Yang Fire Lotus Talisman" with his own Heavenly Dao "Divine Thoughts", and found another way to suddenly rush to the realm of "Hidden Yang Lotus" that has not been touched by fireworks penance for many years, and burst out with amazing and unparalleled combat power, and in a short period of time, he forced Mr. Painting to fight hard, and even blasted Mr. Hua's entire arm and the small half of his body into ashes in one move, and his talent and generosity left an indelible impression on Sun Suhe.

And Sun Su was full of heavenly "sword courage" and poetic talent "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" when he signed the contract, but both were limited by his own shallow cultivation and it was difficult to exert his true power. Sun Suhe is like a pool of gurgling spring in the mountains, unless it is connected with Alice's mind, it is difficult to support the sword intent of the Heavenly Dao to make a real sharp blow, "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" is an unfathomable ocean, which is intersecting with Sun Suhe's pool of clear springs, Sun Suhe can do what he can, and slowly borrow three points of wonder, but if it leads to a monstrous wave, not only can it not be controlled, but it will also fall under the powerful impact of the powerful impact of the infinite Mo Zhiyu and destroy the spring. This is an insurmountable shackle, only day and month refinement, hard work, slowly accumulating a way, there is no way to achieve it overnight. Unless...... Referring to Lu Weishuang's whimsical ideas, so that the heavenly way and poetic talent stir each other, use poetic talent to support the sword intent, and use heavenly talent to vent the impact of poetic talent, one ride is unbeatable, difficult to control, and two horses are parallel, so what?

It's a pity that although Sun Suhe's idea is wonderful, it is extremely difficult to realize. It is almost delusional to want to carry out such exquisite manipulation before reaching the supreme realm of poetic talent "from the heart", Sun Suhe has just groped his way to the second realm of "initiation with the heart", and the gap in the middle is too big to be calculated. What's more important is that under the mutual agitation of the two forces, Sun Su cooperated as the center of communication between the two, and his mind and body could not bear it at all. Lu Weishuang is blessed, using secret methods to urge the Heavenly Dao to absorb his own thoughts, and forcibly condense and detach his body in a short period of time, such as the old Taoist legend of the Yang God Zhenren, breaking through his own limitations, rushing to the void and being at ease, and making a leisurely trip. Sun Suhe doesn't have this ability, if he forcibly uses it, I'm afraid that the sword move will not succeed, and he will be wiped out first.

Alice deduced it several times and then solemnly warned Sun Suhe to give up this dangerous idea quickly, which is a sword move, it is simply suicide, and don't think about it again in the future.

But at this moment, people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat, apart from this, Sun Suhe can't think of any other way. Since guessing the true identity of this "Doorwaki Dubu", Sun Suhe has stopped all thoughts of luck. He knew very well that Mr. Qi was shrewd and spicy, and he was only playing the art of attacking the heart with him based on his verbal reactions, after all, he was just holding a salary to put out the fire, and it was already great to be able to buy a little time. Once it finally falls into the hands of Mr. Qi, both himself and Xie Yi will not be able to live, and they will not be able to die, in this case, it is better to fight to the end while they are now.

With Mr. Yiqi's usual style of acting, if he can really make him feel that his life is in danger, even if it is just a moment, it is very likely that he can be shocked to escape immediately. In this way, Shay's chances of escaping are greatly increased. As for themselves...... If Alice was here, she would definitely say, "What are you doing so nervously, relax?"

"Brother Mao!"

Sun Suhe's partial consciousness shouted loudly in his mental image space. Only with Brother Mao's full help, Sun Suhe could barely have a little chance of temporarily manipulating "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" to complete the sword moves he envisioned.

Before Sun Suhe's words fell, the entire mental image space was already surging, and ink was churning everywhere between heaven and earth.

"It's always no good!" Brother Mao's angry voice came faintly.

Sun Suhe was overjoyed in his heart, at such a juncture, there is no need to say more, everything is in words.

The sword intent soars into the sky, the dragon roars, and naturally manifests the vision of the snow, and the poetry is dyed with ink, the skeleton is supported, and the snow is full of ink. In the black and white chessboard world where the sky is round, the ink and snow are misty, and the rhyme is natural. Whether it is a person, or a sword qi, or there is no difference between the two, in the ink and snow, the sky and the earth are all over, and there are things mixed.

Mr. Qi's face finally showed a solemn expression, his eyes suddenly burst out with a terrifying divine light, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from his eyes, and all kinds of strange tattoos that seemed to be pictures and words quietly appeared on the surface of his body, densely covered with every inch of skin, and even the two eyeballs were branded with special lines, the pupils were blood-red, and the whites of the eyes were blue and black, which was strange and inexplicable.

In the snow, Sun Suhe carefully stuffed the chocolate into Xie Yi's cold and trembling hands, and then did the same as she did last time, stretched out his fingers, hooked her little finger, and pressed her thumb.

"Say a good word, inside the chessboard, you come to gallop, outside the chessboard, believe me as an agent, okay?"

Xie Yi choked in her throat and couldn't speak, and a strong emotion that was difficult to express in words gushed out from the bottom of her heart, turning into a warm current flowing to her whole body. She still didn't know what was going on, but a ray of spiritual consciousness that preceded reason had already told her everything, her mother had told her the myth of a dream before going to bed, and her father had taught chess to tell the legend of Rotten Ke Yuxian, what happened may no longer matter, she looked at the chessboard world stupidly, looked at the ink snow flying, looked at the back of the long body, she knew that she would never forget the picturesque scene in front of her for the rest of her life.

Sun Suhe stood proudly in the snow, and before he took out his sword, his body already had a precursor of collapse. Seventy percent, he did not hesitate to force Wanhua Sprout to his limit, struggling to support his body and maintain a delicate balance as fragile as a hair. In previous experiments, 70% of Wanhua Sprout could only last for 13 seconds at its best, but now, 7 seconds? or maybe the next second. But it was enough, enough for me to slash a sword.

Sun Suhe's gaze was like a sword, pointing directly at Mr. Qi, and the killing intent erupted unabashedly.

At this moment, the back of Sun Suhe's left hand suddenly regenerated a mutation, and suddenly showed a complex pattern of golden light, like a tattoo penetrating the depths of the skin, the shape of the pattern is based on a leafy apple tree, hanging on it a heavy pure gold apple, brilliant golden light, luxurious and compelling, the wonderful brushstrokes make people sincerely feel that all the wonderful and moving rare treasures in the world are here, even the gods who are high above must be stirred by the heart, and can't help but give birth to the heart of the touch. But at the same time, there was a lifelike hundred-headed dragon on the apple tree, the tail of the dragon hovered and attached to the trunk, hanging long, until it reached above Sun Suhe's wrist, and the grinning fierce dragon head was entangled and scattered between the branches and leaves, the posture was hideous, murderous, and it seemed that it could rush out at any time with a roar, devouring all the villains who dared to desecrate the treasure, even if it was only a slight glimpse that made people shudder.