He Jian said: "Ah Bing, your skill has entered the Demon Dao, and if you can't do it again, you will not be able to die." ”

"In your eyes, I am a demon, you are a regular, today I will kill you with a demon!" said that he attacked like a mad tiger, eager to kill He Jian immediately. But He Jian has never been a killer so far, but he just kept retreating, they have hit the top of the woods, and the towering ancient trees have suffered, and they have been swept down and shattered all over the ground.

Yuancheng is tired and reckless, hates Wu Jiwu, and has no good impression of this mother insect; because of the relevance of the style of writing and Xuanyuan Po, he has regarded He Jian as a confidant, seeing that he can't fight Cao Feibing empty-handed, he is not angry in his heart, and he takes out the water spirit sword sent by the Seven Heroes from his back, and throws it at He Jian at the right time: "The seniors use the sword to deal with her!"

He Jian saw that the sword had been shot, so he had to reach out and take it, and his hand shook, and the sword made a very beautiful sword sound, and at the same time, the sword body bounced through an arc, just shaking the one that Cao Feibing attacked, and the tip of the sword cut her hand and eye. Cao Feibing hurriedly withdrew her hand, and her upper fingers were like electricity, and he Jian's throat was dotted; the sword in He Jian's hand shook again, making a short sound, and the sword went with the sound, and quickly cut her upper fingers.

Cao Feibing attacked several moves in a row, but they were easily broken by He Jian, every time he took out the sword, there would be a sword sound, the length was not comparable, and the tone was different, as if someone was playing some kind of "piano". His swordsmanship is also extraordinary, every move is like a "bullet" out, fast and accurate, the back is on top, and the enemy will be saved. But I don't know if his sword made a sword sound in the sensation of the bullet strike, or if he deliberately made a sword sound and followed the sword sound to catapult and strike. This kind of swordsmanship was obviously very effective, and Cao Feibing had already shown that he was shrinking.

Cao Feibing's face changed suddenly: "Immortal Sound Sword! You have once practiced the Immortal Sound Sword Technique!"

"That's right, people with righteous intentions will only appreciate the sound of immortals, and people with bad intentions will smell bad when they hear it, and after a long time, they will be dizzy and dizzy, and their blood will surge. Your exercises have entered the devil's path, and you will definitely be injured if you fight again, listen to me, don't die anymore, I will return to the mountains and forests with you, and no longer pay attention to the 。。。。。。 in this world. ”

"Okay, you deliberately practice this immortal sound swordsmanship that suppresses me, and what are you doing with pretending to say this?

The two figures flickered back, the sword light was like electricity, the fan shadow was heavy, and the sword roared like a fairy music, as if the immortals were dancing against each other, only to see everyone faint and flirtatious, thinking that they were in the sky.

The people below listened to the sound of the sword, sometimes like the sound of the Hongzhong Jin Ge Iron Horse, sometimes like the morning bell and the dusk drum, the sound shook the heart, in addition to the heart-shaking soul, there was no unpleasant feeling to listen. Cao Feibing, who was in the cabinet, was miserable, only feeling that his qi and blood were surging, his internal breath was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and every sword sound made him extremely sad, and the blood flow and internal force were rushing with the sound, and he couldn't stop it.

At this time, He Jian seemed to be intoxicated with his own swordsmanship, the sound of the sword became more and more uncertain, unpredictable, and the sword moves also followed like a stroke of genius, swaying freehand and indulging in return.

Yuancheng is like seeing a certain artistic conception in his swordsmanship, which is somewhat similar to Wang Xizhi's calligraphy charm: it is the word "natural". Unbridled in their own partial restraints, from the heart, arbitrarily acting, in the hands of people at this point, casual swaying has once become the impeccable completeness of heroes. This sword is a complete sword of the heart that comes from the heart, the sound is also a sword, and the sword is also a sound.

Yuan Cheng felt that something in his heart had been touched, as if he had felt something, and the hazy generation couldn't touch it, which was not shallow for him; Wang Xizhi seemed to have also understood, his eyes blinked with a bright light; the Seven Heroes of the Bamboo Forest were drunk and obsessed, and he didn't know what he thought, but Xuanyuan Po didn't feel anything, just watched intently.

A person, no matter what he learns or cultivates, after reaching the extreme, the things he realizes are all similar, and this is called the same work, and what he understands is the supreme principle and the way of heaven.

For swordsmanship and martial arts, He Jian has been close to the extreme, and the swordsmanship he shows at the moment contains the kind of mysterious heavenly truth; Wang Xizhi's work in calligraphy is not inferior to He Jian's perception of swordsmanship, so he has the greatest resonance. The Seven Heroes of the Bamboo Forest were originally humanoid with He Jian, so they can also feel a lot. Yuancheng has not yet reached this level, but he has gained some insights from Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and brushwork, so he can now understand this point. Xuanyuan Po is certainly a dragon and phoenix among people, but whether it is martial arts, calligraphy or others, he has not yet comprehended this layer.

Cao Fei Bingjie retreated, angry and angry, and let out a fierce roar, spewing out a puff of blood mist, the blood mist dispersed and expanded in speed, rolling like fog condensing but not dispersing, covering both of them inside, and the literati in the distance could not see the two of them.

Yuan Cheng was taken aback, "Blood Demon Skill!"

The sky was miserable, and the wind and clouds changed color, as if all the mountains had fallen into darkness, as if the end of the world had recently approached a ship. And He Jian and Cao Feibing are close to each other, and the red mist is upside down, like nine dark blood prisons. There was a bright red cage in the blood mist, forming a building like a baby, two or three years old, with all facial features, eyebrows and eyes, hanging above Cao Feibing's head.

He Jian also exclaimed: "Blood Demon Yuan Baby!"

The blood baby's eyes were red like electricity, as if the essence was shining directly at He Jian. He Jian was in the center of the blood demon, and his swordsmanship had been slightly delayed, but the blood mist could not touch him, but only surrounded him;

"Ah Bing, how can you practice this vicious and vicious Blood Demon Yuan Baby, stop quickly!"

Cao Feibing didn't answer, her eyes were red and stiff, but the blood baby on the top of her head shot at He Jian like laser lightning. He Jian opened his mouth to speak, it was better to dodge, and he hurriedly blocked it with his cloud hand, and when his big sleeve touched the red light, he immediately broke two holes. The cloud whisking hand that he used his skills really couldn't block the red light.

The blood baby opened his mouth, spit out a red light, spun like a wheel, and shot towards He Jian, how dare He Jian block it, just dodge. With two pillars of red light and flying red blades, it was once very difficult for him to avoid.

On the top of the mountain, a person dressed in white like snow, floating like a fairy, stepping on a tree and flying over, is a literary style. "Master, don't let her anymore, kill her!"

I didn't expect Wen Feng to appear suddenly, but I don't know if she was already on the sidelines, or if she had just arrived.

He Jian was as usual as if he hadn't heard it, he dodged and fled, and was in danger under the blow of the blood baby, and the two big sleeves had broken several holes.

Outsiders can't figure out what he has to do with Cao Feibing, it seems that he has always put up with her, but she hates him very much, and at the same time she is unreasonable, and the helper refuses to return the love. If he is soft-hearted now, he will not be at the end of the road.