"It's really powerful," said the Sect Master.

He was talking about a gentleman, a gentleman when he first came to Guangming County would never be able to take Xue Guangming's sword, and he saw the terrifying improvement speed of the academy disciples in battle.

In fact, due to the transcendent status of the academy, the disciples of the academy have rarely had the opportunity to fight with others, and the most common thing in normal times is that the brothers and sisters practice and learn from each other on their own, and there are too many real battles between life and death.

The master in charge does not allow the people of the academy to become stronger.

That meant that if the Dao Gate wanted to get out of the Bright County, it would face greater resistance from the Empire.

Master Palm stretched out his hand, a pair of hands that were whiter, smoother, and more beautiful than all the women's hands, indescribably perfect. The hands of any man whose heart beats faster when he sees it,

Hold these hands in your arms, hold them in the palms of your hands, and hold them in your hearts to care for them carefully.

If anyone can't, they must be a fool.

These perfect hands had magical power, and when the Master of the Sect stretched her out, the perennial flying ubiquitous light spots on Mengshan quickly converged towards the beautiful palms, and then formed a huge lightsaber.

......

......

The gentleman did not take a step back when he was injured and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The slender and not particularly majestic body resisted the terrifying power of the sword intent.

And then

He began to run towards Xue Guangming again.

With a will that will never give in and never retreat.

Su Yan's eyes were already red, and he hissed and shouted, "Second Senior Brother, ......", the rice paper in his hand was fully unfolded, and a long sword was drawn on it.

He didn't expect that,

The gentleman didn't have to be hurt, but he wouldn't really take a step back.

The gentleman came to Guangming County for Su Yan.

Xia Zhi's hand had already begun to press in the air, as if it was pressed on the surface of the water, and a heat wave that was hotter than a flame, enough to melt the gold and stone, rose out of thin air, like a giant dragon heading straight for Xue Guangming.

The whole wilderness returns to the hot summer, like time rewinding, she is the summer solstice.

She and Su Yan are not gentlemen, they are not so particular, they only know that it is their second senior brother who is injured.

Xue Guangming faced the gentleman who continued to run, the flick of his hands in the face of Xia Zhi, and the long sword drawn on the rice paper in Su Yan's hand, a strong sense of crisis appeared in his heart.

It was an instinct, and he even smelled death.

Even if he is the strongest swordsman in the world.

Chu Xiangxiang is not a swordsman, plum blossoms bloom on other people's chests.

Sang Qing is not a swordsman, his sword is like a big river, he follows the principles of heaven and earth, and he is a swordsman.

Strictly speaking, Xue Guangming is the real swordsman, and he brings a sword to be a guest.

He is Xue Guangming, he may die, but he will not retreat.

A clear whistle sounded in the field, and I don't know how far it went, and countless birds were shocked and flew into the sky. The clear sword was back in his hand.

An even stronger and more huge sword intent rose into the sky, and the blue and bright long sword turned blood red, as if the original faint red light had emerged.

In the distant Shu Mountain, the twelve sword peaks all cracked into countless gaps, and red sword light came out from those cracks, converging into the phantom of a long sword with boundless murderous aura.

This is the real Xue Guangming's sword, and it is the sword soul that he washed out with blood.

The sword has a soul,

A long time ago, he buried his sword soul in Shu Mountain, and divided it into twelve parts to suppress it with twelve peaks.

This is the Twelve Sword Peaks of Shu Mountain.

His sword is too murderous, if the sword and the sword soul are combined into one, no one knows what will happen, maybe the sword will be called Xue Guangming, and he will become a sword,

He practiced the way of the sword, but he didn't want to become a sword of the way.

But now he has no choice, the long sword drawn on the rice paper in Su Yan's hand and the hand of Xia Solstice brought him unprecedented great horror,

There is a great terror between life and death.

He came to the line of life and death.

The cracks of the Twelve Sword Peaks were bottomless, and countless boulders rolled down from the top of the mountain with a thunderous sound, and the mountain peaks were crumbling. The sword peak, which was once shrouded in clouds and smoke, was like the end of the world at this moment.

The disciples fled in all directions, dodging the boulders rolling down from the top of the mountain, looking for what seemed to be a safer place.

......

Walk through the barriers of space and time, and cross thousands of mountains and rivers. After a long and short journey, the sword soul of the long sword appeared in the sky above Xue Guangming's head.

The entire field was shrouded in a blood-red glow.

The killing machine was like the waves of the sea, filling the wilderness.

The long sword on the rice paper in Su Yan's hand magically left the paper and flew towards Xue Guangming, the temperature of the heat wave of the summer solstice had risen to the top, and the air was burned with a crackling sound.

No one could have predicted the outcome of this battle.

Master Zhangjiao's breathing was already a little short, and his eyes were bright with the sun, moon and stars. It was this moment that he had been waiting for.

The lightsaber in his hand grew brighter and brighter.

Either way, it's going to be good for him.

The snipe and the clam compete, and he was the fisherman.

From the moment Song Qian met Su Yan in Licheng, everything was like a pair of invisible hands controlling all this.

Like the abyss and the sea, the depth is unfathomable.

But the hands of the master are very beautiful, very beautiful, not big at all.

It all happened so fast that it was just a snap of a finger.

But these are less than a tenth of an instant, the gentleman was actually already running forward before he was injured, Xue Guangming's sword soul appeared in the sky, the long sword on the rice paper in Su Yan's hand flew out of the air, and Xia Zhi's hand was like a clear wave.

It all happened almost at the same time, almost at the same time, so fast that it almost broke through the limits of time, like a painting, and it was there all the time.

The picture is not moving, the picture is static.

A red flower appears in the still frame, followed by pink, yellow, blue, purple, and white...... Flowers of various colors appear one after another, the graceful and luxurious peony is dignified like a noble lady, the melancholy golden fragrance, the charming enchantress, the amorous rose, and the naughty starry sky...... All kinds of flowers compete with each other but snuggle up to each other.

Some flowers are blooming recklessly, some flowers are blooming shyly, some flowers are blooming, beautiful petals are opening one by one, and some flowers are still bones that will not bloom, but they are more exciting.

Among the tall and short dense flowers, among the branches, three colorful butterflies fluttered.

Fly gently, or land on those flowers, or chase and play among the branches.

It's a beautiful picture, painted in the air.

Countless flowers also bloomed in the wilderness, and even attracted a few butterflies to fly.

Butterflies dancing among the flowers.

Flower Dance in the World.

By the time the first petals open, the space has already stood still.

When the wings of the first butterfly flapped, Xue Guangming's sword soul gathered the killing intent and floated quietly in the air.

lest I be shocked by this beautiful picture.

The army of the Daomen watched all this with wide eyes,

The imperial army watched all this, Gu Xiangbai forgot to urge the horse under him, and let the horse slowly stop.

Zhao Youcai looked at all this, and suddenly felt that he was far away from cultivating that path.

Chen Banshan looked at all this and felt that he was really small.

The gentleman stopped,

The heat of the summer solstice palm recedes,

Su Yan looked at all this endless joy, like a wanderer looking at his hometown, the long sword that flew out of the paper flew back to the paper, as if it had not been moved.

No one spoke.

Only the Master of the Temple of Light had tears streaming from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground. Teardrops are crystal clear.

"Is that you...... You're finally willing to show up......" muttered in his mouth, like crying and complaining, and there was endless lovesickness and resentment.

Master Zhangjiao is the messenger of Haotian, how can he have acquaintances, where does the grudge come from.

......

A slender hand appeared in the air, holding the sword soul in his hand, and the blood-colored sword soul struggled for a moment and then stopped moving, and was honestly held by that hand.

A gentle breeze blew, and the petals of the branches swayed gently, and a man in white walked out from among the swaying flowers, different from Su Yan's starlight white clothes, different from the gentleman's moon-white robe, and different from the scholar's white-washed white cotton clothes.

White clothes are the pure whiteness of the world, the unblemished white. Time cannot fade its color, and the world cannot stir up dust.

A small bauhinia was embroidered on the corner of the white robe, and he held a blood-colored sword soul...... ，

He came from the flowers with the breeze, and he walked from the sky to the world with the white clouds.

Behind him was a bright woman, her colorful clothes dancing with colorful flames.

The woman is a colorful butterfly who has just arrived from Feilai Peak.

With the cleanest breath in the world, lingering with the fragrance of plants, he is an immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust, he is an elf in the forest, and like the sun in March, with the breath of warmth brings hope to the world.

He stood in front of the crowd, his eyebrows clear.

He stood in front of everyone, his figure as hazy as a distant mountain.

It's a wonderful feeling, obviously very close to everyone, but far away from everyone, like standing on the edge of the sky, standing at the end of time, separated by countless folded spaces.

He's here, he's not here.

"Teacher......", Su Yan's eyes were a little moist, dripping with the mud underground. At this time, the sky was clear, and where did the rain come from? He was the first to rush to the man in white.

The man in white is the night light rain.

He was the most free man in the world, but he was burdened with the heaviest shackles.

Spring breeze and light rain overnight (1).

Su Yan hadn't left the peach forest for too long, but he hadn't seen Ye Xiaoyu for a long time.

Xue Guangming's sword heart, which had been standing between life and death, shook for the first time, put the sword behind him again, straightened out his Mai, and bowed very solemnly in the face of Ye Xiaoyu: "Xue Guangming has seen Lord Ye." ”

There was no mention of the sword soul.

Even if he didn't believe in all the people in this world, he couldn't help but believe in Ye Xiaoyu. Even if he looks down on all the people in the world, Ye Xiaoyu is enough to get his respect.

He couldn't disrespect the night drizzle.

Gentleman, Xia Zhi, bowed and saluted: "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

Gu Xiangbai was a general, he knew something, and he bent down on the horse and saluted, along with several generals.

Zhao Youcai bowed.

Chen Banshan sat in the chariot and did not move, and those cavalry and infantry stood solemnly, but they had a murderous aura.

The master of the sect fell to the ground, and his heart was broken into thousands of petals.

In addition to the people of the academy, together with Xue Guangming, they all respected Lord Ye Xiaoyu.

is different from those officials in the court, and it is also different from those priests in the Taoist gate who wear divine robes.

He's a real grown-up.

first replied to Xue Guangming: "Lord Xue is polite." Then he looked at Su Yan and said with a gentle smile: "I've grown taller."

When he grows taller, that is, he grows up, and he has indeed not seen Su Yan for a few years.

I can't help but feel that I am irresponsible as a teacher, but fortunately, Chu Xiangxiang and Caidie are watching and teaching.

Caidie smiled at Su Yan, her smile was full of doting.

Su Yan saluted Caidie again.

(1) The spring breeze and a night of light rain refer to a night of light rain in a spring night, the light rain moistens things silently, bringing vitality and hope to the earth.