[Chapter 1: Half a Life's Sorrow I]

The so-called art industry has specialization, and those who are able also work hard. Du Liuyun didn't want her skill points to appear too much, so she simply dragged people into the water. As for who to drag into the water, of course, it is the wave of people who have not been haunted by the martial arts turmoil in recent days. She can dutifully ensure that she only does some activities on the edge, and all the messing will not be able to let go until she is abandoned, otherwise she will ruin her purpose of this world trip, and she will not be slapped in the face.

Therefore, this laborious and good errand naturally fell on the head of Fengxiu's master. Without the pursuit of all parties, this big grapefruit in the bitter state is not too hilarious, not only hi skin, but also grandly accepted the invitation of the world's knife to worship the position, self-cultivation and leisure for the elderly, there is the world to seal the knife for him to worry about these trivial things, he walked around, about three or five confidants and friends to visit the mountains and rivers, it is quite comfortable - as long as someone has nothing to do and clean him to find a job to do, it will be more perfect.

"Yawn! Yawn! ”

sneezed twice in a row, Du Liuyun twitched the corners of his mouth, and his heart was definitely that someone secretly scolded herself, according to what she has done in recent days, no, it must have been done by Brother Yuzu. There are very few people who dare to scold themselves in their hearts, and this big guy writer who writes about people's privacy is one of them.

The atmosphere outside the wine table is of course weird, and the atmosphere on the wine table is not normal. Although it is very polite to change the cup, this deliberate politeness makes people feel even more weird.

Desert Dao Jiechen itself is sensitive, and in the face of Zhu Wencangri, he can naturally feel a trace of abnormality, but he is not an eventful person, since the other party is willing to help with this matter, he does not need to ask more. Just like although the Xenomorph Demon Realm is now boiling in a difficult situation, and the battle of the two cities is also in full swing, he still chooses to stand by and watch, there are so many big characters in the Central Plains running around, he only needs to take care of his own affairs, and if the bloody case of the desert clan being wiped out is not solved for a day, he will not be in the mood to take care of anything else.

"The Absolute Dust Boy was born in the Desert Sword Emperor's lineage, and the sword skills he showed are also a must, I don't know if I am interested in learning from each other when waiting for someone."

Sitting and drinking is also waiting, fighting a fight and moving muscles and bones is also waiting, in fact, what Du Liuyun wants to do most is to beat out the power of the purple mangled star trace sword dragon of the desert sword, he did not recover his memory, firstly, he did not encounter major changes, and secondly, he did not enter the egg outside the sky, if he opened his eyes to fight out, maybe there would be an unexpected gain - in the end, she is just idle and bored, there are three of the five dragons in the sky that she is already familiar with, and there is one to be cultivated, she wants to try what kind of strength the last sword dragon is.

Mo Dao Jiechen's eyebrows moved slightly, his face remained unchanged, he did not speak, but there was hesitation in his eyes, this person who looked polite and polite, did not look like a good martial artist, what was the intention of making a tentative speech?

Looking at the reflection of the desert knife, he knew that he was deceived by the appearance of the pit man in Duliuyun, and he smiled in his heart, and unceremoniously rounded the bottom of Duliuyun: "Brother, don't be deceived by this harmless appearance, the militant hidden boss is talking about such a person, I have deeply appreciated this fact before, people who practice martial arts always have to have some normal fighting, and it is not a life-and-death battle, it is regarded as an activity of muscles and bones." ”

He said it lightly, without the painful comprehension of being beaten before, and he had a deep understanding of the strength of Du Liuyun, and he saw that the Desert Sword Absolute Dust Martial Arts was above him, of course, he also wanted to see how many times the other party could survive under Du Liuyun.

"Your Excellency with a knife?"

Looking at her appearance, she does not look like a person who uses a knife, but when she mentions the sword emperor, her words are also quite familiar, which makes people wonder.

"A little dabbling."

This is modest, she has come into contact with a lot of knives, and other people are just that, she has learned Luo Yu's knife technique thoroughly, and the matter of portal privacy naturally does not exist between her and Luo Yu, and it is not difficult to improve Luo Yu's knife technique into a path suitable for her own use, so it is not an exaggeration to say that she is good at using knives.

"That being the case, please."

The strangeness he felt from Du Liuyun made Mo Dao Juechen decide to give it a try, about some of his own weirdness, of course he was aware of it, but the case of the Sword Emperor's family exterminating the door occupied too much of his life, and today he has received help, no matter whether he is passive or whatever, he has inherited this love, and some things are not said, but they have to be remembered in their hearts.

"Cheerful, please."

Du Liuyun put down the wine glass in his hand, and raised his hand to be a long knife that was no different from Luo Yu's hand. is also a knife person, Zhu Wencangri also came to be interested, although he did not end up in person, but he also had a special enjoyment when he watched it. He can also take a look, how many masters are hidden in the bitter realm, and it is related to the power of death, since he saved Ai Dye Niang, he has become interested in the power of death, what kind of surprise will this person who was killed by the power of death bring him......

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On the blue clouds, the grassland, and the rippling clear waves of the lake, Mo Feichen is like walking on the ground, snow-white clothes, reflecting the fingertips, flashing with the sword shadow of the colorful streamer, and the long hair as black as ink, accompanied by his figure, fluttering lightly with the wind, a dragon roar, the sword appeared, and a glow of light rushed into the sky, reflecting the rainbow on his face.

His body was as transparent as a void, his eyes were as calm as autumn water, and his sword qi was like a vivid and incomparable paintbrush, scribbling through space with a strange trajectory.

What you can see, as if you can't see anything.

Nothing, but as if there was everything.

A sword technique that is unrivaled in heaven and earth.

Not far away, a man folded his fan and shook it gently, quietly watching him reach a new realm.

Huo Ran made a slight sound, and a ball of brilliant iridescent light exploded from the flat ground, and the surface of the lake suddenly exploded as if someone had dropped a 10,000-ton boulder, stirring up thousands of waves.

The mist dissipated, but this sword qi full of complex emotions still filled the heaven and earth, and it took a long time to subside.

"This type of heartless sword, you still understand it after all." The man put away the folding fan, and although his tone was flat, it was also full of congratulations to his friend.

"Enlightened or not, but in a thought, my way is to take her life."

The formula and the force are naturally different, he understands this heartless sword, in order to share life and death with the flowing clouds, she has a thought of seven kills, he has a heartless style, although there is only one style, but it is spontaneous, ever-changing.

"Then I wish you success in advance." The blessing from a friend, but there is luck to double the bonus drop~ He knows very well that Mo Feichen has no friends, and I'm afraid he can't even be considered a friend, but he is finally involved with these two words, as a person who has a relationship, of course he hopes that Mo Feichen can fulfill his long-cherished wish. This mysterious person who refuses to tell his history is still worth handing over.