A sword array hung down like a cage.

The entire body of the cage is made of measurable thumb-like sword intent woven into columns and intertwined.

The monk was shrouded in this sword intent cage, and the first thing he bore the brunt of was to directly feel the oppression of the divine soul.

The body is the same, but this kind of awkward ambivalence that seems to have been robbed of a newlywed wife, and I wanted to snatch it back but learned that the other party was so high that he could crush his own existence with a finger.

Chu Liang looked at the small man holding the sword, and for the first time looked at the other party with the eyes of a man.

I thought it was a big temper, a big background, and the kind of second ancestor who needs to wipe his ass by the forces behind him who often needs to rely on the forces behind him, but now it seems that this is definitely not the case.

Cui Puyang fell down, but this time he didn't hold the sword with both hands around his arms, because the long sword was unarmed and self-reliant.

Cui Puyang, the person who originally held the sword, was with his hands on his waist at this time, swaying forward and swaying and laughing, as if he had seen the most ridiculous thing in his life.

The rapid and rainy days in June were not as good as Cui Puyang's face at this time, and his expression changed in an instant.

Speaking sharply, he pinned his hands behind his back, and said in an old-fashioned voice in front of the sword array: "What's the matter?

Then leaned forward and bent out most of his body, and said without hesitation: "Really am I stupid?"

After straightening up again, he continued to pace and said: "Hey, it's a pity, it's a pity, fortunately, your Uncle Cui is carrying this Chengying, if you bring a vertical ruler and broken thunder, those big guys, maybe they will really be left here." ”

The body of the long sword trembled and trembled, like a child who was extremely happy after receiving great praise.

Cui Puyang turned his head and glanced at the long sword that was even more proud than he looked, thinking in his heart that if he could carry the ruler and cut off the thunder, where would he carry you?

If it weren't for his master, who didn't look like a master, who bitterly dissuaded him many times, and patted his chest to ensure that the previous master of your Chengying was a mountain sword immortal who could no longer divide the light, how could he, Cui Puyang, choose this sword that is the most like a sword in the eyes of others, but it is the most unswordslike sword in his eyes, at least it is not a sword that is a bold sword cultivation, Chengying.

It's too good-looking.

Just like the sword prison in front of him, the housekeeping skills of the long sword Chengying, according to his own master, he also patted his chest and said, if he used Chengying by himself, the ordinary Emperor Xuan, one or two heavens, would have to struggle for ten days and half a month, otherwise he could only be honestly trapped in it.

According to his master's words, the wonderful use of Chengying is far more than that, but the magic of this is for him Cui Puyang, above the present, and even for Cui Puyang in the next one or two years, it is all useless decorations, since it is useless, why let him Cui Puyang know?

But Cui Puyang, who likes to eat in the bowl and looks at the pot, is worried to death.

It's better than saying it.

Chu Liang's heart suddenly cooled, and he sank again, his eyes looked directly at the long sword, a sword of the Upper Three Realms Sword Cultivation must have not run, and it was more likely that it was the one that was warmed by the Sword Cultivation of the Upper Three Realms that he didn't know about as a natal sword.

Otherwise, there would not be such a spiritual spirit.

So Chu Liang is even more incomprehensible and can't guess, there are many sword cultivations, but there are not many sword cultivators who are climbing to the peak, not to mention this kind of sword cultivation in the upper three realms, Zhongzhou, Nanzhou plus a piece, I'm afraid that it can be counted on his fingers, so Chu Liang secretly wondered and guessed, could it be the old monster of kendo who had long been hidden?

The closed disciples who came out of the teachings of the elders?

Si Wei was suddenly turning his head to Chu Liang, who was among the thousands, and his eyes looked at the figure of a monk who was two people away from him, the purple-shirted monk of King Xuan's peak cultivation.

Coincidentally, the purple-shirted monk also turned around and looked directly at Chu Liang.

The cultivation of this group of monks is not low, the weakest and weakest is also the peak of the Xuanshi, the kind of half-step Xuanwang, even if it is resting on the Zhongzhou Mountain, those sect characters are inside the mountain gate, and the top sect such as the Heavenly Sect and the Middle Earth forces are naturally not counted as the top sect name mountain, these young monks are not said to be those who can put a life-saving soul lamp on the table of the ancestor hall to protect the soul of the next generation of sects, but they can definitely be called the inner disciples who have entered the pedigree, and such a disciple monk is precisely the foundation monk of the Optimus Peak.

On the top of the mountain, those monks who can stand on the top of the mountain are indispensable, and these monks who can stabilize the foundation are also indispensable.

And the monks present are indeed extraordinary, either the slightly lower sect name mountain, the big surname family, or the second-rate mountain gate at the top of the row, the family.

It can also be the kind that has the confidence to pat his chest and report his own name.

And among these thirty or forty monks, the most top-notch, the kind that can't be ignored at a glance in the crowd, and it is what he Chu Liang can see, not much, plus himself, it is less than a slap in total.

Four.

He Chu Liang, the early stage of the Xuanhuang Emperor who was hidden under the early stage of the Xuanwang, but the monks of Nanzhou have always had to go backwards by half a way because they looked at it in one or two realms.

That purple-shirted man, the peak of the Xuan King, as for whether it was a step up or a few steps higher than the Xuan Emperor and even the monks of the upper three realms that he Chu Liang couldn't see, it was unknown.

There is also a thin woman in the late stage of King Xuan, not tall, but there is a hidden aura under the body that makes him feel that it is outrageous.

There must be a heavy treasure by his side, and his background is extraordinary, which is also the reason why Chu Liang regarded him as the most top-notch among the seven or eight Xuanwang periods, and he was one of the four people who could be listed together with him in the early stage of Xuanhuang.

The last one is a person like him Chu Liang who suppressed Xiuwei and also wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but the original cultivation was not as high as his Chu Liang, a peak of the Xuan King, because the cultivation was suppressed in the half-step Xuan King, so the position of the station was relatively backward, and he didn't squeeze in front to see a lively.

Among the three of them, the monk who suppressed his cultivation to the half-step Xuan King, he Chu Liang was the most visible, and the other two were more or less shrouded in some fog.

Among them, the man who did not hide his peak cultivation of King Xuan, the one who made Chu Liang embankment the most was also the other party, because according to a widely spread mountain saying on the mountain in his hometown of Nanzhou, it was.

What you see at a glance is often bottomless.