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Li Baifeng was speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

The figure in white slowly drew his sword and rose, but the bright moon did not disappear with it, it still hung high above it, emitting a little bit of crystal fluorescence, flickering and annihilating.

"Hum—"

The figure held the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword pointed downward, until it was at the same level as the soles of his feet, and it stopped in the void as if there was some invisible barrier, and the tip of the sword was in the air, and a circle of transparent ripples spread around it.

It was like a calm lake, and the water of a lake was crumpled by the tip of the sword.

Circles of ripples slowly spread around, the waves touched far away, and the bright moon hung above the figure's head, sprinkling a little bit of crystal light, reflecting a void, dyeing the ripples with a layer of crystal silver light.

The ripples spread in front of Li Baifeng, and he only felt an invisible pressure like a mountain, no, like an ocean pressing on his body, and the Zhijiao people had a feeling of suffocation.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he was dragged down heavily.

It seems that it is just a shallow ripple of the water wave, but it has such a powerful power that overturns the mountains and seas!

"Uh-"

Li Baifeng's face turned red, his fists were clenched, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and the bones all over his body made a sour sound, as if he would be crushed into a mess of meat in the next moment.

"It's a big joke, you're going to die if you go on like this, right?"

He used all the strength of his body, gritted his teeth to support his body, and cried out in his heart. Although he only entered here with a spirit, if the spirit "died" here, could that physical body still be considered "alive"?

If you don't count the last time he was pulled into a starry sky by a large plaque in front of the Star Picking Tower, this is the first time he has entered the "artistic conception" of the inheritance, and it is also the first time he has accepted the Dharma in this way, and I don't know if this degree of oppression is something that every inheritance has, or if Xu Mogui designed it for him alone.

If it was the latter, then he would have to look at this profoundly unpredictable man again. In addition to being handsome, personable, and strong, you also have to add a "like to make some life-threatening jokes".

It seemed that he felt the distress in his heart, or maybe he had just reached the next stage, and the figure in white suddenly moved.

He lifted the sword in his hand upwards slightly. Straight up and down, without the slightest shaking, if it weren't for Li Baifeng's superior eyesight, I am afraid that he would not be able to detect it at all.

The tip of the sword left the horizontal plane, and the ripples of the wave were unsustainable, gradually disappearing into the air.

As soon as the ripples disappeared, the majesty like mountains and seas also dissipated invisibly, Li Baifeng suddenly felt a sense of relief on his body, as if he was about to float up, he let out a long breath of turbidity, patted his chest, and palpitated.

Immediately, the figure in white moved slightly, and pushed the tip of the sword back to its original position.

This time, however, there were no more ripples.

Not only the ripples, but also the bright moon hanging on it also condensed, no longer sporadic fluorescence escaping outward, the bright galaxy on the night no longer flickered and glowed, the howling wind on the cliff stopped, there were no more branches and leaves shaking between the deep mountains, and there was no undercurrent surging in the abyss at the bottom of the cliff, and the sound of turbulent water waves.

The white-clothed figure pestle sword stood quietly, with an indescribable feeling all over his body, he was not standing very straight, without the slightest sharp and arrogant aura, but it was by no means hunched over, if I had to use an adjective to describe it, it was standing very steady.

It's as if it's standing still.

His figure did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if it was still in this space with the stars, the wind, the mountains, the abyss, and the moon, no, rather, those things were still in the space with him.

It's like a calm lake.

It's like a pool of water.

"Being in the abyss, the heart is like stopping water."

At this time, in this space, Li Baifeng was the only one who was not still, and the sentence written on the first page of this notebook once again came to his mind, making him can't help but murmur out loud.

It turns out that this is "being in the abyss, the heart is like stopping water".

This is the water stop.

He looked at the white figure standing in the air with a shocked expression, as if he saw a stone tablet that had stood there since ancient times, as if it contained peace and immortality that had not been consumed by the years.

At this moment, it was as if something had suddenly burst in his heart, and it was as if something had quietly sprouted in his heart.

Like a young claw breaking open the eggshell, "Kerala" tore it apart, and out of it crawled out a young chick that had not yet opened its eyes.

Like a green shoot, it broke through the soil with a "snap" and slowly but firmly poked its head out of the ground.

A wisp of calm aura sprouted from his body, very faint, but it contained a sense of turbulent waves, just like the qi on the body of the figure in white.

The calm and deep pool water, the microwave is not flooding, the patience is deep, the qi is restrained, and the surface is not exposed, but it contains earth-shattering power, which can set off turbulent waves, roll up the monstrous whirlpool, and gush out of a round of bright moon.

This is the method that Xu Mogui passed on to him.

The method of "stopping water".

It was at this time that Li Baifeng really got this method, although his understanding was still superficial, but he had already entered the door and walked on this road. The road is still far away, and there are more scenery, so it is up to him to go down on his own.

However, the figure in white did not stop there.

His figure moved slightly, and the space that seemed to be frozen before "moved" again.

The bright moon overhead suddenly lit up, and then the whole thing disintegrated, turning into pieces of crystal shards, and then shattering into dots of light and dust, shining and annihilating in the air.

The galaxy hanging upside down in the night also flickered, the night wind whistled, the hunt was blowing in the ears, and the lonely mountains sounded the "rustle" sound of the branches shaking the leaves, and under the abyss, the faint sound of water surged.

The white-clothed figure raised his sword and picked up a seal in his hand, and jet-black air flashed through his white-glowing body, running along a route that was not quite similar to before.

"Huh? Could it be that there is more? ”

Li Baifeng was overjoyed in his heart, his eyes widened, and he looked at it intently. This time, the sword technique used by the figure seems to be different from before, and it should be another set of sword techniques.

As soon as the figure drew the long sword in his hand, the black color flashed on the white sword. Immediately, the space above it slowly fluctuated, and a circle of small but dense ripples appeared, as if there was a small piece of something about to emerge from it.

The next moment, a black water droplet fell intensively.

It's rain. (To be continued.) )