Song Xin'er didn't believe it, and was still pointing at her with a wooden stick. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Righteous and awe-inspiring appearance!

Where the hell is she resembling a ghost?!

And so on -

Although the wind blades in the ice field were not fatal, they left her with blood marks, and the white robe must have been inevitably stained with blood, and she hadn't changed it yet......

Wei Ci lowered his head and glanced at himself slowly.

The white robe was covered with blood, and his hair was scattered and ragged.

Like, it's a little bit like a ghost.

"Smack!"

A slap suddenly fell on Song Xin'er's head.

I saw Song Yan appear next to Song Xin'er, and said a little gritted her teeth: "What are you doing!" ”

"Brother! Why are you hitting me, I've got a ghost! Song Xin'er held her head with her left hand in pain, and her right hand holding the wooden stick pointed directly at Wei Ci, angry.

Song Yan was speechless: "......"

Looking at the little junior sister in front of him, this is the second time, right?

Wei Ci smiled and nodded awkwardly at Song Yan, "Second Senior Brother......"

Song Xin'er was immediately stunned, looking at Wei Ci's bloodstained but slightly familiar face, she didn't know why she blushed, and hurriedly lowered her head.

She seems to have been mistaken again......

Song Yan looked at Wei Ci and was a little surprised.

The original white robe was stained with blood and tattered, and the original color could no longer be seen, only the blood stains that had dried up, as if telling her heroic achievements in the past few days.

The blood-stained robe, like a battle robe, was draped over her, and the bare snow-white skin seemed to glow in the night.

The frost-white moonlight fell, sprinkled on her body, and there was a sense of dusty beauty.

Her silky black hair was draped casually and loosely, and the night breeze swept past her, and her hair was lifted and floated in the wind.

Standing with his back straight, dissolved in the darkness, but like a star, people can't help but pay attention, there is a hardness that comes out of the bones, with a sense of power that can shatter anything, with an indescribable power.

Compared with when the little junior sister left, the original temperament seems to have changed strangely, and it is inexplicable.

At that moment, it was like a blood-colored battle flag.

Song Yan can clearly recall this scene after a long, long time.

Song Yan was stunned and said, "Little junior sister, how did you make yourself like this?!" And didn't you enter the sword shrine? How did it end up here? ”

Wei Ci touched his nose, "I entered the sword shrine, but there was a little problem, and it was like this." ”

Questions?

Small problems will make you covered in blood?! Fool whom?

Forget it, don't bother with her.

The most important thing now is to teach Song Xin'er, a ghost girl, that she hasn't stopped since she came to look at Jianfeng, it's time to give her some color.

Song Xin'er, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly felt a burst of malice, and her body couldn't help shaking.

Song Yan grabbed Song Xin'er's collar on the side, floated into the air, shook Song Xin'er in her hand, and said to Wei Ci: "Little junior sister, the master should have known that you came out, and should be looking for you, hurry back to you, I'll leave first if I have something." ”

Song Xin'er, who was shaken by her brother, had tears oozing from her dark eyes, and looked at Wei Ci pitifully, as if she understood the suffering she was about to face, and asked Wei Ci for help.

At that moment, Wei Ci was a little unbearable......

However, in the next second, she turned her head decisively!

Ghost girl, you should educate it......

It's good to meet your own people, but if you meet someone with bad intentions, I'm afraid you will lose your life.

......

In the quiet room, the sunlight shines through the translucent window paper, reflecting in, warm.

Wei Ci sat cross-legged on the futon and slowly opened his eyes.

Then gather the spiritual power into the palm of your hand and ignite a cluster of small flames the size of beans.

The divine consciousness controlled the blue flames, and the small flame moved, pulling out a thin silk thread, which grew longer and longer, until the small flame shrank and disappeared.

Turning into a pale emerald silk thread around the fingers, constantly passing flexibly between the fingers, the silk threads wrapped around the tips of the index finger, and soon wrapped a thin layer, and suddenly re-converged in one place.

Slowly, a small emerald hurricane enveloped in the palm of his hand.

The threads are separated by each other, and the threads are not intertwined.

A cluster of small flames the size of beans conjured into a hurricane, and every time it rotated, there was a feeling of splitting the air, which was terrifying!

Wei Ci's heart moved, and the hurricane came out of his palm, and as soon as he left the palm, the hurricane was like a rootless tree, a sourceless water, collapsing and collapsing, turning into a little blue fire, and disappearing without a trace.

Wei Ci sighed lightly, stood up, and stretched.

Still didn't work out......

Because, when she came back, she didn't see Shizun, so she began to practice, and suddenly remembered those wind blades in the ice field, realized some interesting things, and wanted to integrate them into the use of flames.

But I don't know what is missing, and I can't succeed.

After the breakthrough of the cultivation realm, Wei Ci's own strength has improved qualitatively, coupled with the awakening of glory, although she doesn't know what her combat power is at the moment, she knows that the monks in the early and middle stages of the foundation building realm will definitely not be her opponent.

Wei Ci stayed in the sword mound for more than two months, and fifteen more days were the day when the small meeting began.

However, if you don't cultivate the sword, you can't hold your natal sword......

The aura was circulating endlessly in the meridians, and when he saw the glory of the heavy sword in the dantian, he felt the pressure.

Her physical strength is not enough to control the glory, and she must step up the cultivation of the first half of the Cheng Divine Technique, that is, the cultivation of Cheng Qiankun, otherwise, let alone exert the true power of the glory, it will be difficult to even swing the sword normally.

However, Yutai was still asleep and couldn't give her guidance, and all she could do now was to use her spiritual power to nourish her internal organs over and over again.

It seems that she is going to find a way to get a better saber and use it for a while.

Wei Ci sighed helplessly.

Before you know it, the sky is already bright.

Glancing at the steamed bun that was still sleeping, Wei Ci scooped it up from the bed, put it in the placket, pushed the door open, and walked out of the courtyard.

She planned to practice the sword for a while first, and by the way, she would wait for the master to find it, anyway, it was only in the Jianfeng, and it was easy for the Xiaoyao Immortal Venerable to find her.

Because of the proximity of the destination, he moved forward with a glimpse of the floating light.

The white figure shuttles through the green woods, like a fluttering butterfly, and it can always avoid the trees just right, and the speed is extremely fast.

"Whoa—"

A sound floated from afar, like a breeze blowing through the treetops, gradually approaching, and finally it seemed that there was only a noisy sound of water between heaven and earth......

Through the gap in the trees, you can see a waterfall hanging from the rock wall, and the rushing river water rushes from the cliff wall more than 100 meters high, making a loud noise.

It seems that thousands of people are beating drums, and thousands of horses are running!

It seems to be thundering, and the distant earthquake is several miles, amazing!

The splash of water stirred up by the waterfall rises like rain and mist, and floats in the sky with the wind......

Mantou had been awakened by the sound of a huge waterfall, and now he was happily scurrying around.

The waterfall poured into the valley floor, and the splashing water droplets splashed on Wei Ci's face, cool and silky......

Wei Ci stood still on the grass on the shore of the waterhole under the waterfall, summoned the glory of the heavy sword, transported the spiritual power, raised the long sword with difficulty with both hands, and did a simple swing of the sword, every time he swung it, the air seemed to be shaken, and then Wei Ci was like a prostration, panting with the heavy sword, his face was unusually pale, only his eyes were as calm and firm as ever.

She didn't believe that she couldn't control her natal sword!

She's—that's it! No! Letter! Finish!

The Xiaoyao Immortal Venerable who was hiding on the side frowned when he saw it, how could he not be able to control his Natal Dao Sword?

A sword cultivator, it is absolutely impossible to control his own sword!

What's more, it's the Natal Dao Sword!

Xiaoyao Xianzun flashed and appeared beside Wei Ci, his left hand held Wei Ci's wrist holding the sword, and pinched it hard, a sharp pain came from Wei Ci's hand, and the heavy sword fell off Wei Ci's hand.

Boom!

The heavy sword slammed into the ground, leaving a dent of at least twenty centimeters in the grass.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the Immortal Venerable shrank for a moment.

I didn't expect him to look away......

The weight range of the general heavy sword is between more than 100 catties and 180 catties, and the heavy sword in front of you obviously does not belong to this range.

Wei Ci didn't react to the sword falling to the ground, and her attention was focused on the pair of white and slender hands that held her wrists.

Looking at the master in front of him, Wei Ci felt a little frightened......

Probably frightened, Wei Ci blurted out an astonishing sentence: "Master? You're not in your right mind today?! ”

As soon as he said it, Wei Ci regretted it.

I'm the one who has an abnormal brain and speaks so honestly!

Xiaoyao Immortal Venerable: "......, why do I suddenly want to hit someone!"

After hearing what Wei Ci said, Xiaoyao Immortal Venerable was silent for a while, and then glanced at her with a faint expression, leaving a sentence: "Swing the sword a hundred times, and you are not allowed to rest halfway." ”

Just left.

Master, you haven't said why you suddenly interrupted me to practice swords? Why did you suddenly pinch my hand?

And most importantly, what does it mean to swing a sword in a hundred strokes?! Will it be dead......

The master's order cannot be violated, and in the end, Wei Ci still honestly wields the sword.

One sword, two swords, three swords......

Gradually, tiredness began to grow in her mind, and her arms slowly became heavy......

Cold sweat began to form on his forehead and back, his hands holding the sword began to become numb, breathing became difficult, and his mind became blurred.

However, you can't give up! Wei Ci gritted his teeth and held the glory firmly with both hands.

The twilight is dim, and the remnant sun is like blood......

Wei Ci was soaked with sweat, the broken hair on his forehead stuck to his face, his lips were pursed, his face was terrifyingly pale, and his pale face was covered with beads of sweat.

…… Ninety-eight swords, ninety-nine swords, one hundred swords!

It's finally over......

The heavy sword in his hand slammed into the grass again, leaving another deep pit.

Wei Ci lay on the grass, closed his eyes, put his hand on his forehead, and gasped roughly.

didn't just complain about him, and even asked her to repeat a sword-swinging action.

Master, it's so stingy......