The person who came was dressed in white like snow, fighting with a sword in the air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

An angular face, the soft moonlight is mixed with a bit of coldness and tenderness. The black hair is like a waterfall, the black eyes are shining, and the corners of the mouth are raised with a smile.

Some people always think that he seems to be the beautiful boy next door in the old days, but some people will think that he is like a gentle and jade boy who reads poetry and books, and some people will think that he is a chic young chivalrous man with red dust as his companion.

All this, but in the final analysis, it is only because his appearance and demeanor are too perfect, too in line with people's reverie and expectations for the peerless beautiful boy.

Even if he is only a 16-year-old Mo Shang teenager, you can't forget his beauty when you close your eyes.

His name is Di Jianbai, Wang Zhiming's sworn friend. They grew up together and shared similar interests. When Di Jianbai was away, Wang Zhiming could always take peach blossom luck.

The sword qi was frosty white, shaking the heavens and the earth; Yuehua tassels, that kind of beauty and murder are deep in the bone marrow.

Di Jian Baijian is merciless, and he blooms his magical powers with all his might, like entering the realm of heaven and man, unstoppable!

He walked in the void under the moon, as if there was stagnant water and empty space, better than a leisurely stroll, and the sword light was swaying, even Wang Zhiming could not be Yingfeng.

"Choke!"

Di Jianbai shot again, and the sword qi was like a sea, turning into a cyan ocean, surging, and rushing towards Wang Zhiming.

Wang Zhiming was helpless, so he only retreated, unable to resist this powerful attack of sword technique with his body. At least he can't.

"Whoosh!" Wang Zhiming's support arrived, and a hundred-forged long sword was thrown by his mother.

Wang Zhiming stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the purple sword light suddenly rushed into the night, turning into one divine light after another, colliding fiercely with Di Jianbai's cyan sword qi.

It was as if two oceans were hedging, and the waves of purple and cyan were constantly surging.

Wang Zhiming flew out upside down, rushed to the battle, and suffered a small loss.

Di Jianbai didn't stop, and shouted: "Taibai Sword Decisive - Streamer White Feather!" ”

I saw Di Jian hunting in white and white, the jade tree in the wind, his black eyes flashing with light, and the corners of his mouth were hooked, showing that he was in a good mood.

Wang Zhiming settled down and retreated slowly, without joy and carefree, and his clothes were not stained with dust. The sword qi converged, the purple qi lingered, and the whole person seemed to have a layer of divine brilliance.

"Click!" The sword style of the streamer white feather followed, and Di Jianbai seemed to be walking leisurely, stepping on the moon.

The sword style is in vain, and a magnificent pure land is blooming.

"God-King Pure Land."

Wang Zhiming stood under the Youyou Divine Tree with a sword, the spiritual spring was bubbling, the flowers and rain were all over the sky, and the falling flowers were colorful.

"Immeasurable sword decision-sword out of the sea!"

The purple sword qi is like a tide, and the confluence is like a wave surging! Wang Zhiming also walked in the air, invincible with a sword, like a god king surveying the sky!

"Up!" The purple sword qi was like a tide, rising into the sky, and everything was gloomy!

"Acceptance!" The purple sword qi turned into waves, and Di Jian Bai swept away the old sword qi!

"Turn!" The purple sword qi turned into a whirlwind, and Wang Zhiming raised his sword forward!

The two had already begun to fight hand-to-hand, the purple and cyan sword light flickered, and both of them were surging with swords!

Di Jianbai suddenly approached, dodged a purple sword flower, waved his fist, and the void made a muffled sound, hitting Wang Zhiming's chest. Wang Zhiming turned around and jumped away, casting the vision of the wheel of the sea, the pure land appeared, and endless flowers and rain fell.

Di Jianbai was enveloped in it, and it was difficult for the divine power attack to continue.

"Smack!" Wang Zhiming slapped the back of his sword, Di Jianbai resisted with his sword, and was knocked away from afar.

"Haha" Wang Zhiming laughed with his sword, full of spirit, "See, this is your eldest brother's peerless demeanor!" After a fight, with the beginning of the four-pole vision, Wang Zhiming finally stabilized his position and suppressed Di Jianbai in turn.

For a long time, Wang Zhiming's cultivation qualifications have been slightly better than Di Jianbai's, and his cultivation is also a little deeper. This time, Di Jianbai was obviously also improving his skills, and when he saw that Hunter Xin was happy, he started fighting.

If it weren't for Wang Zhiming's vision coming true tonight, and the Pure Land of the God King showing his style, he would really be beaten and flee in embarrassment.

Di Jianbai naturally has no pass, and it is not so easy to get injured if it is not a matter of life and death. I saw his white clothes flying, turned around and flapped in the air, standing in the sky.

Di Jian Bai flicked his long sword with his fingers, and it clanged, "The Immortal King is in the Nine Heavens!" ”

In the void, it seems that a magnificent picture scroll is born, and a figure in white clothes and black hair is manifested, and the wind is in the Nine Heavens, and the body is surrounded by Taisu Qi, looking down on the heaven and earth, like a fairy king was born.

This is Di Jianbai's vision of the wheel of the sea!