Time seems to be endless; But like a white horse, it is fleeting. (.mianhuatang), latest chapter access:. The night was a long time, but it passed quickly. Especially in such a stalemate, it seems that it is only a blink of an eye, and it is early in the morning.

The faint morning light drifted to the ground through the dense forest, and Lin Bai's refining continued, but compared to before, the struggle of the flying sword has become more and more peaceful, and more often, it is more like a symbolic twist, a little arrogant.

Even when Lin Bai's divine consciousness entered the flying sword, it did not become as resistant as before, but only symbolically resisted twice, and then gave up. Feeling this feeling, Lin Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a glint in his eyes. He knew that the time was almost up for him to completely conquer this fairy sword and let it be used for himself! And now, it's time to chase after the poor!

"Hurry!" Without any hesitation, Lin Bai's hand suddenly pinched, and his mouth was even softer!

With the sound of his words, Qinglian took the Hetu Luo Book, wrapped in an incomparable majestic aura, and suddenly rushed towards the flying sword! The breath was as vast as a mountain, and in just an instant, the flying sword was completely engulfed!

Not only that, Lin Bai even bit the tip of his tongue again, spurting out a mouthful of natal essence blood, and then pinched a strange seal in his hand, making the natal essence blood form a strange symbol, and hit the flying sword!

Haoran's qi lingered, Qinglian swayed gently, and Hetu Luoshu was like a mountain, and so on, and so on, until the sky was about to dawn, and when the sun finally showed a small piece from the horizon, Lin Bai finally showed a smile on his face.

Raising his hand and making a slight move, the flying sword was like an obedient little beast, and it fell into Lin Bai's hand. And what's even more weird is that when holding this flying sword, Lin Bai even had a feeling in his heart that this flying sword was connected to his own blood. It is as if this flying sword that is held tightly in his hand has a certain spirituality and a sense of intimacy with himself.

And after Lin Bai put his divine thoughts into it, he felt that entering the divine thoughts of the flying sword was like entering another self, as long as his mind moved, the flying sword would move as he thought in his heart.

"Go!" After a slight groan, Lin Bai's eyes showed a hint of playfulness, and he raised his hand and threw the flying sword out, slashing down towards the Law Domain, only to hear a buzz, and Dao Dao cracks appeared around the Law Domain. Although these rifts were quickly repaired by the power of faith and the power of the four phases, the brilliance of the place where it was hit was obviously a little dim, which showed the extraordinary nature of this flying sword. (Love Go)

"Good stuff, really good stuff! It's a pity that I'm not a sword cultivator, but I've ruined this sword a little. Looking at the appearance of the flying sword circling and flying around him under the manipulation of divine thoughts, Lin Bai was secretly surprised and a little lost in his heart.

Because he could feel that in the blow he had just hit, this flying sword did not burst out with all its power, if he was also a sword cultivator, it might be possible to double the power. And for some reason, he also faintly felt that if he was a sword cultivator, after some warmth, he might be able to do such an unthinkable thing as stepping on a sword.

However, he has a specialization in the art industry, and he has gone too far on the road of Xiangshi, and it is absolutely impossible to turn his head and change his face to become a sword cultivator, he chuckled, and after putting aside those emotional thoughts in his heart, Lin Bai flicked his fingers and flicked the flying sword, and said lightly: "When I finish the things here, I will definitely find you a master who is more suitable for you than me!" ”

The flying sword hummed in his palm, as if in response to Lin Bai's words. Holding a flying sword, Lin Bai couldn't help but feel full of pride, as if he had a sword in his hand, even if he traveled all over the world, there was nothing to fear. Moreover, he could feel that although he was not a sword cultivator, after passing the refining method just now, the power that this flying sword burst out was by no means under ordinary sword cultivation.

After carefully playing with the flying sword, Lin Bai pondered for a moment, slowly took out a wooden locket from the bag he was carrying, opened the box, and took out a trembling, sticky and jelly-like soft thing from it, and then carefully held the thing and smeared it on his face.

"Yueye's craftsmanship is really coincidental, this method is not much better than the plastic surgery of the stick in the pool!" After smearing the thing, Lin Bai glanced at the mirror on the inside of the wooden box, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

At this moment, Lin Bai is still the handsome young man before, although his face shape has not changed much compared to before, but there are many wrinkles on his face, and he looks like a middle-aged man who has experienced a lot of weather.

The mass that Lin Bai smeared on his face before was the mask that Hayama Tsukiha had made for him before he set off. However, although this mask is vivid, it has a flaw, that is, it makes people feel that the face is stained with a layer of greasy and greasy, and the pores are extremely unpleasant to breathe. After entering the mountain before, Lin Bai didn't bring this mask.

But now, according to Ling Yun's reaction, it shows that the people of the Sword Pavilion are very clear about their identity, so it is very necessary to get a layer of disguise for themselves, even if this disguise is a little troublesome, but they have to bear it. This was not because Lin Bai was afraid of those people in the Sword Pavilion, but because for the safety of Lu Yanzhao and Chen Bai'an, he couldn't act carelessly.

Otherwise, according to his temperament, no matter what the means of the people of the Sword Pavilion are, he would have tried his best to fight a long time ago!

At the same time, in the place where Lin Bai and Ling Yun had fought, three figures carrying long swords suddenly gathered, and those figures were male or female, although their appearances were different, their aura was extremely the same. Everyone's breath is not hidden, it is incomparable, like a sharp sword with an unsheathed handle, cold and sharp.

And on the faces of these people, there is a very strong color of pride, as if they are always telling the outside world that they are the pride of the sky, and they are superior to others! This is the current situation of the Sword Pavilion today, and it is the self-righteous pride of these sword cultivators.

"Senior Brother Lingyun......" Looking at the corpse of Ling Yun that had no breath anymore leaning on the broken stump, a female sword cultivator who looked to be ten years old suddenly had tears on her cheeks and muttered.

"Senior Sister Long Cai, the deceased is gone, don't be too sad, the top priority, we want to find out the person who killed Senior Brother Lingyun as soon as possible and avenge Senior Brother Lingyun!" Looking at the appearance of the female sword cultivator, one of the young men who was about twenty or thirty years old comforted softly, but unlike the other sword cultivators around him, although he also had a proud expression, he was obviously much more plain and gentle than the others.

"Useless things, not to mention that people were killed, even the sword in their hands was snatched away! Such a person is really ashamed of my sword cultivation prestige! As soon as the words fell, another young man with a cold expression as cold as ice and a look of pride in his eyes spoke categorically, and after scanning Ling Yun's corpse with cold eyes, he said lightly: "Senior Sister Long Cai, such a person is not worth your tears for him!" ”

When the words came out, although Long Cai still had an unbearable look on his face, he still reached out to cover his mouth, trying not to make a choking sound, but the tears between his eyes could not be stopped, and he looked extremely pitiful.

However, from Long Cai's performance, it can also be seen that this young man's status is respectful, and his ordinary attitude is strong. Otherwise, how could these sword cultivators with eyes above the top be silent under his words.

"Senior Brother Tai'a, Senior Brother Lingyun died suddenly, and his bones are not cold, is it a little chilling for you to say this in front of so many senior brothers." Seeing Long Cai's pitiful appearance, the young man who was more gentle and plain than others sighed softly.

"Senior Brother Kunwu, don't forget, whether it's Ling Yun, Long Cai, or me, they are all the disciples of the Second Elder." Hearing Kunwu's words, Tai A smiled faintly, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said coldly: "And Senior Brother Kunwu, you are the disciple of the Great Elder, when will it be your turn to take care of the people of our Second Elder's lineage?" Senior Brother Kunwu, I call you Senior Brother out of the rules of the teacher's family. But don't forget, there is only one senior brother in our lineage, Senior Brother Dingguang! ”

Fixing the light! Kunwu's expression froze when he heard this, and he remembered the young man who was extremely proud and terrifying.

"Tai'a, ...... you" Hearing this, Kun Wu's face turned pale and uncertain, and after glancing at Tai'a few times, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the sorrow in his heart, and after glancing around coldly, he said coldly: "Now is not the time for us to argue about this, the top priority is to find out and kill Senior Brother Lingyun." ”

"At this point, Senior Brother Kunwu, don't worry, no matter who he is, since he has injured the sect of our lineage, I will naturally kill him!" Tai A smiled coldly, there was no hesitation on his face, Zhou burst out with strong self-confidence, and his eyes showed a look of contempt for the world, as if everything in the world was not in his eyes.

Looking at Tai'a's appearance, Kungo couldn't help but sigh secretly, and there was still a little panic in his eyes. How could he not feel the strength of the sword intent transmitted from here before. If it weren't for Master's insistence on insisting, how could he be willing to wade into this troubled water.

It's just that he really can't figure it out, he usually doesn't pay attention to these miscellaneous things at all, but he just deliberately wants to go with a pure heart and few desires, how could the master who is indifferent to kendo be so unusually interested in this matter.

Even when he left, his old man told him a thousand times, telling him not to make a move until he was in a critical moment. What else to say, this incident is either a catastrophe that he died, or a creation that he has been hard to find for eternity.

No matter how you listen to this kind of words, it doesn't feel like they can come out of the mouth of your own master.

Glancing towards the dense forest where the sun was rising but the fog was still deep, Kungo's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of worry, and there was a faint hint of anticipation. Not only him, but even Tai'a and Long Cai are the same!

No matter who it is, as long as it is a sword cultivator, after feeling the meaning of that sword, whose heart can still settle down?! Mobile phone users should browse and read for a better reading experience.

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