The sun had set, but the sky had not completely darkened, but was a little blurry in the deep blue. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut even in the dark, the monk can see everything around him.

Lan Lingmu looked at the person in front of him, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised, and his eyes were as vicious as poisonous snakes. The sweep of his divine sense made him suddenly startled, and he found that his divine sense could not see through the cultivation of the person in front of him at all.

With my Rare Heaven Sixth Heaven Divine Sense, I can't even see through his cultivation, is it a magic weapon to protect my body?

In this world, there are roughly three kinds of weapons. The first is mortal iron. Mortals have no mana, and generally use mortal iron to forge weapons, such as the broadswords held by villagers. The second type is the ritual instrument. Ritual artifacts are divided into phantom artifacts and non-illusionary artifacts. Ritual utensils are generally used by monks. The illusion artifact can be transformed into an ornament on the body, which is very convenient to carry, such as the ring that Qianyue gave to Lan Lingmu, and the pendant chain that Wei'er gave to Lan Lingmu. Non-phantom artifacts are the appearance of directly training magic weapons into weapons, but in this way, they are not as convenient as illusion artifacts. Non-phantom flying swords are a sign of sword cultivation, and they are usually behind their backs, or hidden in their sleeves. Because there is no distinction between phantom and non-phantom artifacts, many people like to use illusion artifacts, and illusion artifacts have also become the mainstream of magic weapons, and only people who love magic weapons such as sword cultivation carry magic weapons with magic weapons. There are also levels of magic weapons, the better the level, the stronger the power, divided into five levels: extreme, heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, of which the pole is the highest, and the yellow is the lowest. Each level is divided into four levels: underworld, high, medium, and low, among which the underworld is the closest to the higher order. A magic weapon that surpasses the extreme level of the underworld cannot be called a magic weapon, but a magic weapon. The magic weapons all fell from the sky, and they broke through the air without being broken, and when they came to this world, it is conceivable that the magic weapons are indestructible.

From ancient times to the present, magic weapons have not been divided into levels, because the treasures do not belong to this world, they all fall from outside the sky to this world.

People can't fully control the magic weapon, the mana can only urge part of the power of the treasure, but the full power of the treasure can not be used alone. Therefore, people find the same treasure, some people have weak mana, but they can exert most of the power of the treasure. And if you change to a person with strong mana, you can only exert a small part of the power of the treasure.

Although it can only exert a part of the power of the magic weapon, it is not comparable to the ordinary magic weapon, otherwise it is useless to hold the magic weapon, and it is not suitable to pad the table legs.

Don't think about it, the person in front of him, Lan Lingmu, must be killed, with a force under his feet, his body rushed forward, and stabbed the other party's heart, but unfortunately the other party found out early, and he picked his sword crooked with a light sword.

"You don't even know how to use a sword. The other party jokingly said, and then suddenly rushed violently, slashing at Lan Lingmu with a sword.

Lan Lingmu really doesn't know how to use a sword, from childhood to adulthood, he can almost be in the library. His parents had taught him how to use a sword, after all, among all the monks, there were the most people who used swords, and his parents were no exception, but he was not good at learning and was always perfunctory. His parents couldn't do anything about him, so they followed him.

Now, my parents are gone, and when I encounter an enemy, I have a sword in my hand but I can't use it. Now, he can only fend off the attacks of others with his sword in embarrassment.

A brief moment of sword friction erupted into sparks, and then a series of slashes were frequently followed. He felt the pressure coming from the sword growing, and he didn't just take a few steps back.

The sword follows the sword, and the opponent keeps coming out of the sword, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Lan Lingmu could only passively resist, but there was no initial embarrassment.

Yes, worthy of being the reincarnation of the soul of Qianyue, I have already used the mana of the first three heavens, and he can actually resist my attack.

While thinking about it, the man in the white mask stabbed Lan Lingmu's head with another sword. Lan Lingmu clenched the sword in his hand and flicked it, and then dissolved the sharp sword.

"Let me show you what swordsmanship is. The other party snorted softly and jumped up.

"Drizzle!"

A refreshing fragrance came to the nose, making people fascinated, Lan Lingmu was momentarily dazed, and he was stunned in place, but he immediately regained consciousness with strong divine sense. The drizzle was like silk, fluttering and sprinkling, and it was rushing towards him, and the cool raindrops fell on his face. As soon as he regained his senses, he saw a sword rapidly enlarge in his eye.

A sword stabbed at Lan Lingmu, and the tip of the sword was less than a finger away from him. At a critical moment, even if he picks it open with a sword, he is not in a hurry.

Cha~

Blood splattered, spilling into a blood flower in the air.

"Oh, that's fast!"

Following the blade of the sword, I looked slowly, and saw a hand grasping the blade of the sword.

Scarlet blood gushed from his fingers and then ran down his arm and dripped onto the grass.

"Whew!" Lan Lingmu held the other party's sword in his hand, exhaled a breath like a beast, and his eyes became like a beast.

"Hehe, hehe!" Lan Lingmu began to laugh inexplicably, and he didn't know why he was laughing. Maybe it was the stimulation of blood, as early as when he was in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, he was excited by the stimulation of blood. And now, it's his own blood, and now, the blood is on his hands, so he feels extra excited.

"Hehe!" Lan Lingmu clenched the sword in his hand, and the blood flowed out even more violently, and he didn't care at all as if it wasn't his own blood.

The other party seemed to be taken aback and wanted to withdraw the sword, but it was stuck in Lan Lingmu's hand and couldn't get it back.

"Is that all you can do?" Lan Lingmu glanced at the other party, and the bloodthirsty blood light was undisguised, like a beast with glowing eyes in the dark night. Bloodthirsty smiled, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood running from his arm.

The madman was shocked ?!!! the man in the white mask, and cursed in his heart: The madman is a group of psychos.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, Lan Lingmu even broke the phantom artifact in his hand. The man in the white mask was taken aback.

Although this lowest-grade illusion artifact is easy to break, it is rarely broken.

As soon as the sword broke, Lan Lingmu suddenly rushed and punched the other party.

The other party stepped back and dodged Lan Lingmu's punch. But Lan Lingmu chased after him, constantly approaching, and he was approaching frantically. The man in the white mask can only fly back continuously.

Due to the small size of the low mountain, after the white-masked man flew back several times, he came out of the low mountain. The two fought in the lowlands between the low mountains.

Lan Lingmu threw another punch, this punch was almost against the chest of the person wearing the white mask, and the terrible fist wind blew across the chest, directly tearing the clothes to pieces.

At this time, Lan Lingmu had already entered the state of a madman, and he was not the original madman, but an intermediate madman. Its speed and strength have increased a lot.,Although it's still the first one-time one-heavy heaven.,But it has the strength to fight with the eight-day first-in-the-first one.。

No, how can you let the little guy chase after him?

The person wearing the white mask opened his eyes, and suddenly the aura of his whole body changed, and he directly burst out with the aura of the Nine Heavens of the First Introduction.

Lan Lingmu was slightly stunned, and then his bloodthirsty smile became more vigorous, and his expression became more crazy. When it is strong, it is strong, Lan Lingmu feels that he is both afraid and excited about the strong. Licking his lips, he rushed straight to the man in the white mask.

The man in the white mask swung his broken sword and slashed at Lan Lingmu who rushed towards him.

If the illusion artifact of the person wearing the white mask is broken, the illusion artifact cannot be turned into an ornament, but can only be transformed into a magic weapon.

A sword slashed down, with a long sword glow. Even Lan Lingmu, who was in a state of madness, knew the horror of this sword.

But what is a madman? A madman is a person who sees death as his home, a madman is a person who is arrogant and unruly, a madman is a person who is fearless, and a madman is a person who knows that he cannot do what he can. When you are strong, you are strong, and you are trembling with excitement!

In the face of a sharp sword, Lan Lingmu took attack as defense and fought with a sword. He used all his strength, waved the sword in his hand, and slashed at the opponent's sword with a sword.

Bang! Lan Lingmu's sword was immediately broken, while the opponent's sword was broken again.

The sword was broken, Lan Lingmu did not hesitate at all, quickly rushed towards the other party, and hit the other party fiercely with that bleeding hand, and at the same time swung the broken sword, ready to slash at the other party.

A madman, like Qianyue, is a madman who is not afraid of death at all, only thinking about the death of others, and does not care about his own death.

The man in the white mask cursed in his heart, hurriedly retreated, dodged Lan Lingmu's punch again, and at the same time pulled the sword down and slashed at Lan Lingmu's sword.

Lan Lingmu's sword was broken again, but there was still a small section in his hand. He leaned forward again, slashing at the man in the white mask.

I really don't know whether to live or die!

The eyes of the man wearing the white mask also became sharp, and the sword that he swung down returned and slashed backwards. But Lan Lingmu still rushed towards him vigorously.

Fools who only rely on brute force, if they don't know how to use their brains, they will die sooner or later. Hum!

Suddenly, Lan Lingmu stopped, and the red glow in his eyes became dim. Looking at each other, he saw a pair of viper-like eyes.

At this time, a sword stabbed into Lan Lingmu's neck, the tip of the sword had already pierced into the skin, and blood flowed out, flowing down the neck, staining the white clothes.

"Hmph! A person like you who is simply unworthy of being the reincarnation of a thousand moons, the biggest difference between you and him is that he can control his emotions and know how to use the power of emotions. On the contrary, you are controlled by emotions and used by the power of emotions. You only know how to rush forward vigorously, but you don't care about life and death, you must know that your life is much more precious than others. "The man in the white mask is not transmitting, but scolding, and the anger in it can be clearly felt.

"Who the hell are you?" The blood light in Lan Lingmu's eyes had long since faded and returned to normal.

"A man who doesn't know how to harness the power of emotions doesn't deserve to know my name. A word of advice, it's best to learn your emotions quickly and make good use of your emotional power, otherwise...... Hey, hey!"

"Or what?" Lan Lingmu asked coldly.

"Do you know why everyone calls Chizuki a 'mad demon'?" the man in the white mask didn't answer his question, but asked another question.

"Because of his cultivation of that kind of exercise, he went mad twice, lost control of his emotions, and created endless killings. Therefore, the whole world is his enemy, hence the name 'mad demon'. ”

At this point, Lan Lingmu had read similar words from the book, but he didn't say that he was crazy, but that his nature was like this.

"Of course, you can listen to my words, but when you cultivate to that point, you will know if I am wrong. Maybe we'll meet soon, and I hope the next time we meet, you've learned to control your emotions. Haha!" As he spoke, the man in the white mask disappeared as if evaporating, turning into a cloud of white mist, leaving only the uninhibited laughter, a stunned person.

"Who the hell is he?Is he a friend of Brother Qianyue?Learn to control your emotions?Hmm......" Lan Lingmu muttered a few words, and then stepped on his sword and flew back to his low mountain. On the way, he kept thinking about the identity of the person wearing the white mask. But he couldn't think of a reason after thinking about it, so he could only judge that the other party was a friend who should be mad. But who is it, there is no record of Qianyue's friend in the history books at all. Qianyue in the history books is like a lonely king, as a king, there are many people to communicate with, but he doesn't have a friend until he dies.

Babble~

The door of the hut was opened, and Lan Lingmu walked in and went straight back to his bed. Because the "Crazy Classic" is a combination of cultivation and physical cultivation, physical cultivation can quickly heal wounds. The wound on his neck had healed, but the wound on his hand was deeper, and it would take a little longer to heal. It's just that there are large dark red blood stains on his clothes, which makes the three people in the room look sideways.

Click.

Lan Lingmu threw the broken sword on the bed, while he sat on the bed and fell into deep thought.

The three people in the room noticed his broken sword when they heard the sound, and they looked sideways.

In a dimly lit hall, the dim candlelight barely illuminates the walls, and a few moths stage a love tragedy to put out a fire.

"Qingguang, do you think I'm doing this well?" asked a handsome young man with a beautiful mole on the left side of his face, leaning back in a chair and facing the old man in front of him. In his hand there is a glass of red liquid, while in the other hand he holds a white mask. At his feet, there was a broken sword.

This young man is naturally Qing Shui, and he is also the one who fought with Lan Lingmu just now.

"If Chizuki-sama knew that his master did this, he would also be happy. An old man wearing a black and white mask stood aside and said, the mask was like a pair of Tai Chi, and the polar eyes were hollowed out, revealing a pair of vicissitudes of life.

"Yes! Chizuki also hopes that the reincarnation of the soul can avenge him as soon as possible. So it's still necessary to encourage that kid. The corners of Qing Shui's mouth curled. Then there was another exclamation, "Why are you still wearing a mask, didn't you say that you don't need to wear a mask when there are no outsiders?"

In a hut on a low hill.

Lan Lingmu sat on the bed, constantly thinking about today's battle in his head, and also thinking about the words of the man wearing the white mask.

Learn to control your emotions and use the power of emotions? Brother Qianyue also said that in cultivating the "Crazy Canon", you must control your emotions and know how to use the power of emotions.

Emotions, the power of emotions......

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