Before dawn, the lights in the houses and courtyards of the big and small families in Ram City had been lit.

Smelling the chicken and dancing, the sword city dance is naturally a sword, the sword is noble and diligent, and the children of the family are more demanding.

Kenchen-in.

The cold wind is biting, and the long sword is cold and sticky, and it is winter.

Two and a half children, a young boy and a young man in white, the four of them arrived in the courtyard first.

All four of them held swords in their hands, long or short.

The door opened wide, and a person was carried out, his hands wrapped like rice dumplings, and the whole person was wrapped into a mummy.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, and even if he did, he couldn't hold it, he was a 'seriously wounded' and couldn't move, but he also came out, and the whole person was exposed and unwrapped.

There were smiles in the eyes of the big and three children, this was done by the old man in the room who was still sleeping.

The old man made a plaster called 'Traceless' yesterday.

There is no trace, as soon as you hear it, you will know that the scar is eliminated, and the young master of the Ram clan is half pushed and half smeared, in order to prevent the ointment from falling off, the old man tore half a roll of cloth, and half forced to wrap it in a sturdy one, with thousands of knots, extremely exquisite.

Everyone fell asleep laughing last night, even the cold teenager was not surprised.

Qiu Ju and Ram Changgeng lifted out the master sitting on the chair, Qiu Ju stood still, Ram Changgeng pulled out the white steel sword at his waist and walked down the steps.

"Let's get started!"

Ram Chen is extremely calm, although the image is not good, there is an ingredient of medicine and revenge, but the sword wound on his body does have to be healed, since he can recover as before, who wants to have a scar, thinking about it will affect the mood.

Today, he can't practice swords, but he can also watch swords, and swords are naturally not watching others.

The young man in white nodded, his expression was straight, his long sword was unsheathed, and the dragon groaned.

He never put it down when he started the Dragon Sword last night.

The dragon groaned softly, pleasant to the ear, the corners of the boy's mouth were hooked, the whole person became soft, radiant, the sword was clear and bright, complementing each other, and reflecting each other.

The people in the courtyard were obsessed with looking at the young man in the clear light and the long sword in his hand that exuded a clear light, the person was like a jade man, white and flawless, the sword was covered with blue scales, and the light was clear.

Ram Chen lost his mind slightly, smiled faintly, Xiaolong was very happy, he was also very happy, You Long followed him and was wronged, sealed in the sheath for a long time, and hidden in the room for a long time.

Sou!

Clear light stroke, cold light flashes, the sword out of the edge, not fast, but very tasteful, the sword swims in all directions, a sword in front, obliquely inserted, suddenly on the left, trance on the right, another sword to the sky, as you like, a kind of lightness, a kind of homeopathy.

A very comfortable sword, smooth, everywhere.

The fog is up, the white sword qi is fog, it is also a cloud, people and swords are in the clouds and mist together, looming, dragon hidden, dragon hidden, human hidden, human hidden, sword hidden, sword hidden.

The sword has become more mysterious, or nine swords in a row, or a sword that does not come out, whether it comes out or not, it is heart-palpitating.

People into the clouds, swords into dragons, hidden deeply, come without a shadow, go without a trace, the dragon is always swimming, the dragon roars, the dragon is everywhere, the dragon is huge, and the people are panicked.

The big and small sword cultivators who watched the sword were full of fear, and subconsciously retreated to dodge.

Hidden in the clouds was an indescribable monster, a behemoth, and they were just ants in front of him.

Ram Chen quietly stared at the clouds, quietly observing the subtle changes in the clouds, he was guessing the riddle, guessing where his next sword would appear from, how many swords, how many virtual and real?

On the left side, there are three virtual and six real!

The left side of the long sword is stabbed, and there are four virtual swords and five real swords.

Sloping downward, virtual one real eight!

The long sword is from top to bottom, the virtual sword is three, and the real sword is six.

Straight stab, nine realities are true!

......

He was guessing the sword, observing the changes in the cloud qi with his eyes, and making a judgment based on his own experience in using the sword, this was the most effective way he could think of, he couldn't see through the clouds, his spirit could not enter the innate sword qi and formed the clouds, he could only rely on his eyes and intuition.

Such a clumsy method is extremely inaccurate, and there are even many misjudgments, and even the position of the sword will be wrong.

In this regard, he didn't care at all, looking at the sword, naturally he couldn't see through it at a glance, not to mention that this was an eight-rank sword technique performed by an innate sword body with an eight-rank swimming dragon.