Chapter 229, a glimmer of life

Naturally, it is impossible for the Flowing Shadow to suddenly jump from the late stage of the transformation to the stage of the manifestation... When it comes to cultivation, where is there a shortcut to the sky step by step? He can't, and neither can the black clothes, but compared to the flowing shadow, his strength that has been staying in the consciousness space is even more unfathomable - this state that is similar to two souls in one, but not exactly the same, has created two completely different people, and for the black clothes, casting is not a secret.

But even so, it was impossible for him to take over a divine weapon like Lotus Hell with his bare hands on this cultivation... Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was destined by God, no coincidence or coincidence, Shang Tao actually chose the swordsmanship of "Dou Han Chasing Star Sword" to fight.

The ancient Taixuan Sword Sutra is a set of extremely exquisite swordsmanship, and its first realm "Mirror Stopping Water" happens to be a peerless technique that breaks all the laws in the world, especially for swordsmanship, the Taixuan Sword Sutra seems to have the restraint of a natural enemy, so even if Shang Tao in the casting period tried his best to urge the mid-level Dou Han Star Chasing Sword in the realm, he couldn't escape the ending of being broken by the black clothes.

If you miss one move, you will lose the whole game.

Lingyi planned everything—devouring blood, protecting the sword, provoking and framing... But he missed the most important part.

How could ordinary people have thought that in the shell called Liuying, there was still a black dressed him?

The sword momentum of the mirror stopping the water penetrated the sky, and the heavy dark clouds were broken together, and from the day the competition began, the gloomy and uncertain sky suddenly revealed a charming brilliance... Although this sword is far from being compared with the scholar who held the ancient dust in his hand hundreds of years ago, this amazing sword momentum still pierced the dome of the wonderful heavens, and a thousand miles in a radius can see a ray of sword light that looks like a pillar of heaven!

But the vision comes and goes faster...

The sword light of the match quickly disappeared. As if nothing had happened, the smoke vanished, and there was a silence between heaven and earth.

On the ring, after a flash, only Liuying Wu was left standing, and Shang Tao, who was still graceful before, was already covered in blood and fell there, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

No one asks about sin. No one even exclaimed.

Everyone looked at the arrogant and powerful figure in disbelief and remained silent for a long time.

His eyes as sharp as a falcon looked back at the place where the patriarchs were, and the black-clothed sword was clenched weakly, still with a smile on his face.

The white clothes like snow were dyed a little red, and the white fox full of aura on his shoulder also looked timidly in the same direction as his master, this terrifying and handsome figure may remain in the fox clan for a long time after today, and stay in the hearts of the descendants of the hundred tribes, and spread into a legend...

A passage that no one knows. A lonely legend that no one knows.

"Guys, I won this battle, right?"

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And almost at the same time, a hundred miles away from the wonderful sky, a young man in a flowing robe was holding the teacup in his hand and pouring himself a drink, a chic and free, transcendent posture, not like a mortal person.

It's strange to say. In this remote wilderness, there is such a master like an immortal family. Every move showed an elegant demeanor, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling even the peddlers and pawns walking in the tea shop couldn't help but look sideways.

But in fact, who really understands him?

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Reverence is destined to be the farthest distance from understanding.

Since more than 20 years ago, after being led by the master to the path of cultivating truth. On the contrary, he was even more lonely than the depressed Xiucai before. In front of his brothers, he is an unattainable genius, in front of his master, he is a disciple who inherits the mantle, and in the eyes of all living beings in the mortal world, he is an immortal who can only look up.

In fact... Isn't he carefully examining the human feelings in this world?

The cold window has been reading hard for more than ten years, and the immortal cultivation has been more than ten years. At the age of less than half a hundred, his cultivation has far surpassed ordinary people in the world, and he is enough to patrol the three mountains and five mountains overnight, and sweep away the bandits from the five lakes, but on the other hand, compared to ordinary cultivators, he has always been missing the thrilling dream of traveling in the world...

As soon as he thought of this, even he couldn't help but smile bitterly, what do you say about traveling in the world now? I believe that it won't be long before the master and his old man will pass on the position of the head of Qingyun to him, and at that time, it will be difficult to even go out like now. Ha, after hundreds of years of sinking, the origin is unknown, and the world is afraid that everyone has forgotten this Qingyun Sect, right? Master, he is probably not in a hurry, and he wants to prosper in his own way, but who understands how much pressure he is under now.

Aoba ah Aoba ...

Picking up the teacup again, before he could take another sip of bitter tea, the whole tea shop ushered in an unusual shock.

In the distance, the thick dark clouds were pierced by a sword light that penetrated the world, and this gloomy world was completely destroyed, and by the time people came back to their senses, the impact from the peak swordsman had already surged overwhelmingly!

Here, it was originally close to the southern mountains, and further down was the demon clan inhabited by the Miaotian - that shocking vibration also came from the depths of the Miaotian!

This is... Is the master of the demon clan?

Aoba thought so, but his face did not change at all. For a cultivator of his level, such a level of sword qi was indeed worth marveling, but it had not yet reached an unbelievable level. Even... Facing this terrifying but familiar aura, Aoba also showed a hint of a smile.

This sword that penetrates the world has an amazing breath, but it seems to have not been completed, and it even brings people a bit of déjà vu. If... If you use the sword technique of Qingyunmen, you can do such a thing yourself, right?

Immortals often test, but the storm with the breath of destruction no longer waits for anyone!

The fierce and terrifying aura erupted vigorously, and everywhere it passed, fish and insects were avoided, plants and trees were frightened, and this tea shop was naturally no exception... Fortunately, at the last moment, Aoba finally came back to his senses. The flowing man sitting at the window, because of his handsome and extraordinary smile, because of his gently raised palm, the impact of the wild attack, the blink of an eye!

- Town!

The complexion did not change, the breath remained the same, and everything around this tea house was finally preserved.

And Aoba, who had been sitting by the window, finally stood up, and the ink-like Taiji diagram rotated naturally behind him, and he finally looked in the direction of Zhong Miaotian, but in the end he turned around and left...

Today's visit is not for a leisure time, he has other more important things to do... Powerful and interesting swordsman, see you in the future! (To be continued......)