Today's Great Sui, the younger generation.

Ten realm monks, only Cao Ye and two.

However, not long ago, these two announced that they had broken through the Ten Realms and arrived at the "Void Realm" between the Ten Realms and the Natal Star, and they were only one step away from igniting the natal star.

The initial realm, the middle realm, the later realm, a mountain in one realm.

The Ten Realms is the highest one.

Liu Eleven Sword Dao Dual Realm, able to compete with the monks of the Eight Realms.

The Nine Realms could easily suppress him.

And the Penglai woman who stood up at this moment cultivated the morning dew, and the piece of river ice at the bottom of her feet began to spread, with a radius of half a mile, and the river surface froze.

The sword intent is awe-inspiring.

Chao Lu pressed the left and right long swords with both hands, and his eyes passed over Liu Shiyi, looking at the black-robed young man and the girl in Tsing Yi behind Liu Shiyi.

"Your friend?" the woman said calmly, "one by one, or together?"

Liu Shiyi's eyes narrowed.

The soles of his feet exerted force, and his whole body shot out like an arrow.

The two white clothes collided again.

The water of the Li River is fragmented, with Liu Shiyi and Chaolu as the center, and the river fog and snow are splashed outward.

Chaolu's figure was like a reed, brushing the tip of the sword.

Liu Shiyi's sword qi became faster and faster.

Changqi is not a fast sword.

Even though Liu Shiyi went all out, these sword qi were still easily dodged by Chaolu.

The two of them fought one after the other, stepping on the river, the river froze and broke again, and the ice chips shot out from the sky, slowing down castration, and after hanging in the air, they did not fall, but hovered and stagnated like the oil-paper lantern.

Towards Lu flipped back.

The red rope tied around the neck broke off on its own, and a wide white robe flew on the river.

All of Liu Shiyi's sights were blocked by the white robe.

Between the two, there was a white robe.

Hide the sword and hide the knife, and kill it when it is unsheathed.

The two sword cultivators fought against each other, and the most important thing was the art of hiding the sword, hiding well enough, hiding deep enough, wonderful enough, hiding so that no one can see clearly, then a sword out of the sheath is a sword that must be killed.

Half of her body was still in the air, and the Penglai woman sword cultivator, who maintained an upside-down posture, had an expressionless face, drew her sword with both hands, and two arcs cut in the air, and the sword light that could not see the trajectory was like a butterfly piercing a flower.

Changqi tore the wide white robe apart with a sword—

Immediately afterwards, Liu Shiyi heard two sounds of wind breaking through the air, one in front of the other, almost mixed together, and attacked at the same time.

He didn't see the moment when the sword was unsheathed.

I can't see where the sword qi that broke through the sky is.

"Bell!"

The surface of the Li River is extremely crisp.

Qiangshan long breath flew out.

It is taboo to take off the sword.

The pale Liu Shiyi turned his cheeks sideways, a wisp of light brushed his cheeks, his hair was neatly cut off, and he fell down, and was condensed into ice slag in the air, and the strong wind blew and turned into powder.

The Penglai woman, who had lost her white robe, fell back to the river with a very gentle and extremely gentle fall, and she was still wearing a slightly smaller snow-white cloak, and on the inside of the cloak, the two long swords slipped back into their sheaths, making a slight and dull sound of the tips hitting the bottom of the sheath.

Whether it was the white robe before, or the snow-white cloak that was now covered after the robe was removed, it was not a treasure that added a formation talisman, it was just an ordinary linen material, in order to hide the sword that was sheathed to kill.

Coincidentally, from the encounter in the cave to the "long qi" that has struck Liu Eleven, from beginning to end, that Penglai sword cultivator has only made one sword.

That sword was hidden deeply.

Not only did Liu Shiyi not see the sword clearly, but even Ning Yi and Pei Fu, who were standing not far away at the moment, were also obscured by the robe that was thrown, and they didn't see the slightest clue, and they couldn't touch the slightest detail of the other party.

It can be seen that this woman named "Chaolu" has reached a point of perfection in the use of the "unsheathed sword", but it is a pity that the "long qi" protects Liu Shiyi, causing her to be unable to kill the sword idiot with one sword, and the rank of the bulky sword is not low, so the first sword that she deliberately handed out can only be a shock sword body, and cannot shatter the sword weapon.

So the second sword that followed gave Liu Shiyi time to react.

The cold fog of the Li River rises.

Liu Shiyi, who looked gloomy, stretched out a hand and wiped his cheeks, and the cheeks, which were originally smooth and fair, were lightly swiped by his fingertips, first wiping out a line of scarlet, and then rubbing more and more, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

Liu Shiyi simply ignored the injury on one side of his cheek.

He calmed down, his blood-stained fingertips shrunk into his robe, the river breeze gradually rose, his white clothes fluttered, and he stood still like a stake.

Ignore it and ignore it.

Behind him, the long qi flew high and fell into the Li River, and a "poof" sound chiseled an ice hole on the surface of the river, splashing a dull splash, and then sinking deeper and deeper, without a sound.

Chao Lu's face was interested, she looked at Liu Shiyi, today she wanted to see, this Sword Lake master, without the sword weapon in hand, what other means could he use against the sky?

With a flash of thought, the woman slowly raised her head and glanced at the oil-paper lantern that had followed her all the way to this point.

The dome of the Li River, overcast clouds.

The world is big, but the people are small.

The oil-paper lantern, emitting a bright moonlight, left the dark hole sky, after coming to the outside world, it became more and more vivid and bright, at this moment the brilliance is almost impossible to look at, and the ice chips hanging in the air in all directions seem to be inexplicably sensitive, and they have gathered like swimming fish.

From the Lotus Pavilion of the Great Sui Imperial Capital, the "Thousand Machines Technique", has always been mysterious, the world does not know the mystery under its veil, only know that this kind of magic, can give the dead "soul", paper-cutting can be transformed, cut window flowers can be turned into land beasts, birds in the sky, but the caster is quite powerful starlight as a drive, and need to use a part of their own mind and soul as a gift, the dead become a living thing, if the contact is lost, as the caster deity, will also be subject to the corresponding trauma.

This technique is created by Mr. "Yuan Chun", Mr. Yuan Chun practiced the Taoist sect's "one qi and three clears", the deity sat in the imperial city of Tiandu, the purple lotus clone left Zhongzhou and went to the north, and there was a clone that did not show cultivation in front of the world, but the three bodies are said to have an extremely deep cultivation realm.

Now this Penglai woman Chaolu, the "Thousand Machines Technique" displayed is another display technique of the Taoist Sect's top secret technique "One Qi and Three Clears".

The oil-paper lantern, inside the lamp, the snow-white light swayed and swayed.

The cold air gathered from all directions.

The aura on her body was still rising, and after breaking through the Ten Realms, her entry into the realm was not so fast, no longer like the surging waters of the dam break, but it was still rising and irrepressible.

Under the clouds of the dome of the Li River, this lantern is like a full moon at the moment, and the stars in all directions are converging towards the wick.

"Penglai Spell ......"

Ning Yi pressed one hand on the hilt of the fine snow sword, he was not prepared to let this Penglai woman's sword cultivation endlessly absorb the surrounding starlight and keep rising.

Now it seems that this woman's true realm should not have ten realms. She did everything possible to hide her sword, and it was precisely because of this. The hidden sword is not out, it is a threat, but also a kind of "retreat as advance", the strange oil-paper lantern that is suspended seems to be able to continuously absorb the starlight of the surrounding heaven and earth, and deliver a steady stream of starlight for her...... It takes a lot of effort to perform the "Thousand Machines Technique", so after her rise reaches the peak, it will fade little by little, and she will not be able to stay permanently.

Ning Yi somewhat understood the meaning of "Penglai" so-called "rising realm and cultivating".

With this kind of magic in their bodies, Penglai's disciples could taste the sweetness of the "Ten Realms" early on, and after the Ten Realms were extremely deep, with this kind of cultivation, they could easily suppress any of the Nine Realms.

What's more, they themselves are swallowing pills to cultivate, and the realm is a head ahead of the cultivators of the same generation, and now with the "Thousand Machines Technique", once they succeed in accumulating the realm, who can resist the crushing of the cultivators of the same generation who is higher than a big realm?

Ning Yi's sword intent slowly gathered momentum.

His expression was solemn, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword was gently held down by the girl.

Ning Yi was stunned.

Pei Fu said softly: "Wait a little longer." ”

......

......

Wait, wait, wait?

In Ning Yi's thoughts, he sensed that the Li River at this moment seemed to be missing a breath.

Standing on the surface of the river, stepping on a cobweb, Liu Shiyi slowly closed his eyes, and his breath continued to fall silent.

In his mind, one sword light after another, what he saw when he came out of the mountain, what he realized when he looked at the monument of Changling, what he handed out from Rakshasa City, what was cut down, waterfalls and mountain springs, and yellow sand deserts...... Master said to himself, I want to go out and have a better look.

He walked around.

Now it's back.

The Starlight Realm, which was only one foot away, and the Sword Qi Realm, had a slight loosening.

Liu Shiyi, who stood like a stake on the surface of the river, let out a long breath.

He stood in front of the Penglai woman of the Ten Realms, and the other party was like a big moon.

He is like a faint spark in the midst of a storm that may go out at any time.

The ice slag on the surface of the river was cut and broken.

Liu Shiyi suddenly moved, he stepped lightly on the surface of the river, and the moment he swept out, a small section of river water broke through the ice, straight into his palm, and condensed into a three-foot long sword, exactly the same shape as the swallow's homing nest.

Back to the Li River, the swallows return to their nests.

The entire Li River, instantly burst out of countless ice breaking sounds, in the sky of ice chips, the originally calm as a mirror of the Li River, instantly boiling and undulating, like an old dragon's back, stepping on the dragon head high on the wave, Penglai women's sword cultivation morning dew, condescending, looking at the white-clothed sword idiot running on the undulating river.

Chaolu let go of one hand and slowly raised it.

Then press down.

The ice chips next to the oil-paper lantern rumbled out and condensed, turning into a majestic ice dragon, and the dragon's eyes were rendered by two splashes of ink-colored sword intent.

The Art of a Thousand Machines!

The sky and the earth are dark, and on the surface of the Li River, a snow-white python dragon rolls between the clouds of the river, raising its head and claws, and opening its bloody mouth.

Liu Shiyi walked with a sword, his fingertips slowly wiped over the snow-white blade, and when he reached the tip of the sword, the wind and thunder lingered, and the fine ice slag shattered by the river surface was like a bird's long song, tens of millions of dollars, swirling and flying.

One up and down, and instantly bump together!