Mr. Hua doesn't know much about poetry and talent, but he also knows some basic common sense. If you want to master the poetic talent, you need to go through a threefold realm step by step.

First of all, the first realm of "conscience", people who are fortunate to see poetic talent need to unreservedly dissect their own minds, in order to obtain the recognition of poetic talent, if successful, then poetry and body, unless the body is dead, otherwise it is difficult for others to get involved in this poetic talent.

The second realm is "initiation with the heart", which is the water mill kung fu honed by learning, after reaching this realm, you can initially exert the power of poetic talent, and with the deepening of the degree of mutual fit, the power will become stronger and stronger.

The third realm is "from the heart", so far, enter the room, no longer stick to the poetry itself, and truly use this power from the heart, only in this realm, can we talk about a sentence of "control" poetic talent.

Of course, this is a step-by-step royal method, and there is a domineering method that opens up a different way, which is to forcibly suppress poetic talent with its own powerful ideas, and directly seek the realm of doing what you want.

This method is simple and crude, and if successful, it saves a lot of hard work. But the hidden danger is also obvious, once you can't suppress the poetic talent, you will immediately be eaten by it, and you will be in a dilemma of life and death. Even if it is a temporary success, you must always bear the risk of backlash when you use it in the future.

Mr. Hua is determined that what he wants to go through is a domineering method. His plan was to confront the idea of "Knight's Journey" in an instant, first forcibly subduing it, and then using this power to temporarily force back the old man who was eyeing him, and finally take the opportunity to escape with the treasure.

Although every step of this plan is like walking on thin ice, for the sake of the world's first peerless sword, this risk is definitely worth taking.

In fact, this is also his only choice, in case of hesitation, let the old man take the first step to seize Qinglian, and when the time comes, he will have a sword in his hand, and he doesn't know if he can stand it. And there is another advantage of this that is not good, that is, you don't have to be with the poem, you can give it to Mr. Sword in the future, so that he can slowly accept it.

Qinglian was close in front of him, and Mr. Hua picked up the stars and explored the moon, and held it.

"Since paper can't detain you, I'll detain you with my heart!"

The old man turned into thunder and pushed the speed to the limit, but after all, it was still a step too late, she never expected that Mr. Painting's real body would be bold enough to hide nearby.

But so what? It's not too late to kill people and grab swords.

The old man made a sharp turn, deceived to Mr. Painting's side, there was no electric flash, no thunder roaring, it was simply a palm floating out, such as Yang Hao's wrist in the Shenhu, such as picking Xuanzhi in the turbulence, extremely elegant and refined, seemingly powerless, but in fact, the power converged to the extreme, she was already boiling with killing intent, and wanted to kill Mr. Painting in the palm of her hand in one move.

From the moment Mr. Hua held the green lotus in his hand, the whole person seemed to lose consciousness, and he actually fell down from the air in free fall. Even if the old man's killing palm was imminent, he still didn't dodge, and he didn't seem to be aware of it.

However, at the moment when the old man slapped his palm on the heart of his chest, countless Qinglian sword qi self-painting Mr. suddenly burst into anger, the old man couldn't stop it, and he didn't want to stop it, she used her palm to the sword, attacked to attack, and ate the sword qi.

The red blood stained the old man's robe black, but she stood proudly in the void, while Mr. Painting's body fell, and a green lotus slowly emerged from him.

After all, Mr. Hua still failed to suppress "Chivalrous Journey", he once thought that he had succeeded, but at the moment of fighting with the old man, in the moment of life and death, there were a few wisps of seemingly tame sword qi that suddenly attacked, and reversed the spearhead to cut his internal organs and thoughts to pieces.

The old man sneered, "It's stupid to hold Tai'a." ”

She stretched out her bleeding hands, removed all defenses, and reached out to Qinglian with a slight tremble.

"You've been in the dust for too long. The moment the old man touched Qinglian, he unreservedly opened his heart to it, "Look, this is my heart, come with me." ”

Qinglian shuddered, and seemed to hesitate, but this vacillation quickly disappeared, and it converged its brilliance, turning from reality to virtuality, and slowly integrated into the hands of the old man.

At this moment, an endless killing intent came towards the old man. Alice's eyes were red and rose to the sky, and two lines of bloody tears crossed her cheeks, which were as white as congealed cream. Although she tried her best, she was still powerless, and Sun Suhe's body and mind completely lost all reaction just now. Past and present lives, new hatred and old hatred, Alice almost lost her mind, kill, she doesn't care about anything at the moment, there is only one thought left in her heart, the only, pure, strong, kill!

"Do you want to end it too?" the old man said to himself with a slight smile: "It is indeed better to test the sword with it." ”

The old man slashed at Alice with his fingers as he slashed at Alice, his fingers fluttering through the air.

Alice's staff swung sharply, and the golden, blue, and white, triple compound defensive magic array instantly took shape in front of him. However, before the sword qi arrived, the sword intent had arrived, and the frenzied sword intent broke through the limitations of time and space, and at an impossible speed, it passed through Alice's body before the magic array appeared, and a scarlet shadow was swept by the sword intent, cut out of Alice's body, and then disappeared.

With a twist of sword intent, he slashed towards the altar uncontrollably, and Tan Xuan, who had already turned into a pool of flesh and blood monsters, was annihilated into ashes by this unparalleled power without any resistance.

"Is this style of sword slashing still to your liking?" the old man asked with a bit of smugness to Qinglian, who had already integrated into his body.

Alice's mind was shaken and taken advantage of by a wisp of resentment, and all kinds of negative emotions unconsciously went to the extreme, almost completely lost. While the old man's edgeworth slashed away this wisp of resentment, it also hit Alice so hard that she instantly lost consciousness and fell into the turbulent lake.

The old man looked at Alice, who had completely lost the ability to resist, and took the sword trick, "That's it, spare your life, and it can be regarded as a favor." ”

The collapse of the ruins has reached its final stage, and the mysterious gelatinous substance has turned red like blood, setting off a huge blood-colored vortex that continues to devour everything. The entire bell-shaped underground space has completely collapsed, most of the lake has been swallowed up, and the altar is in danger.

Sun Suhe's consciousness is trapped in a dark and dead silence, where there seems to be no concept of time and space, where there is eternity in an instant, here and there, everything loses its meaning.

Sun Suhe's consciousness has almost dissipated, and the last bit of persistence is constantly shaking, just blend into this darkness, it is quiet, it is peace, it is happiness, and it is the most beautiful destination.

Just when he almost gave up, suddenly, a voice broke the eternal silence, "Hey, how long are you going to sleep, grandpa, I don't want to die in this place with you." ”