"Third Sister"

"Third Sister"

"Xian'er"

Seeing Ling Xian'er flying out by Zhang Tianyi, Ling Tian and the others were all worried. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This would be Ling Xian'er's most difficult battle, she was not just facing a sword against her, this was a cultivator who had practiced the exercises and had skills. Moreover, it was seven levels higher than Ling Xian'er, reaching an unprecedented sixfold condensation qi, and it could really be regarded as a hegemon in this remote area, and no longer lived in a small place like Deception City. Seeing Xian'er being blown out, it was inevitable to worry.

But what kind of person is Ling Xian'er, she is a monk who has reached the first level of artistic conception in a variety of artistic conceptions, and her artistic conception of wood is even more outrageous than her sword to reach the second layer, ordinary monks may not want to touch the edge in their lives, even if they are lucky enough to break through the flying period, it is impossible to achieve a complete artistic conception, let alone break through to a first layer. As for the sword intent, which is dozens of times more difficult than the artistic conception, then maybe you can only think about it.

Although Ling Xian'er, who couldn't dodge, was blown out by Zhang Tianyi, with the support of various artistic conceptions, her injuries recovered immediately in a few seconds, and she rushed towards Zhang Tianyi again.

When it comes to recovery, how could Ling Xian'er be afraid of anyone.

In terms of artistic conception, how could Ling Xian'er be afraid of anyone.

In terms of swordsmanship, Ling Xian'er was even less afraid.

The battle was already doomed at the beginning. Even if Zhang Tianyi broke through to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, it would be in vain, because he had already lost his mind, and he couldn't show even a powerful martial art.

Even as he slowly realized his potential during the battle, the battle became more and more sharp. However, Ling Xian'er was not honing herself. She knows how to work behind closed doors is only in a narrow place, and people have to go out.

There will be all kinds of people in front of you, and their opinions may be contrary to yours, and you may not even accept that he overthrows your worldview, but only when you go out, you will know how short-sighted and stupid you are.

But there are also people who like to see the scenery in the same place, but only their own persistence is the most important thing, isn't it?

Of course, Ling Xian'er also has her own insistence, she is infatuated with the sword in her hand, she endured the lonely and pitch-black seabed for a month, without any words, and she couldn't see her five fingers. If you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that you have long lost the function of speech, and if you don't believe it, you can walk alone in the mountains. Fear, fear, worry are all eroding and shaking. But when Ling Xian'er came out, she could still ride the wind leisurely and soar between the heavens and the earth, which was indescribably comfortable.

Of course, the best thing is that when you finish practicing the sword, you can find someone to verify the idea and communicate with her.

Now that Ling Xian'er and Zhang Tianyi are fighting, maybe when they are not paying attention, when the artistic conception is not used reasonably, Ling Xian'er may be seriously injured because of this. Or even fall.

But Ling Xian'er really liked this feeling, not so much dancing on the tip of the knife, but dancing on the tip of the finger.

Do you know what it feels like to play with your girlfriend for the first time, even if you're unlucky today, don't you feel sweet?

It's impossible for me to know, but every time Ling Xian'er holds the sword, she has a feeling. It was a faint feeling, not strong but always entwined in my heart.

"Qiang" a sword out, the ice crystal sword flashed with a faint white fluorescence, and her trajectory brought out a trace of sword marks, which was the scorching heat of the artistic conception of fire, the sharpness of the artistic conception of wind, the coldness of the artistic conception of ice, the ethereal artistic conception of clouds, the softness of the artistic conception of water, and the tender green of the artistic conception of wood were all mixed in the artistic conception of the sword.

This sword has the mystery of the sword in the starry sky.

"Peng" made a low sound, and this sword directly collided with Zhang Tianyi, who was condensing six times.

"Bang bang bang" A series of explosions, a huge force directly lifted the surrounding ground several meters, and Ling Tian and the others, who were wrapped in the artistic conception of wood, were also blown to the border.

"Puffy puffy" was another series of sounds, and Ling Xian'er took advantage of this wave to slash at Zhang Tianyi without any fancy, as if he was just a piece of wood. And Zhang Tianyi also gave up his body and blasted at Ling Xian'er with one palm.

The two of them fought directly in the air, and the whole earth couldn't help but groan.

At this time, Ling Tian and the others were also mixed, they didn't expect Ling Xian'er to be so powerful, they were no longer in the same dimension.

The white-haired old man was talking about Ling Xian'er. There is no defense, a faint envy, a faint jealousy, a faint gratification, indescribable.

Again, Ling Xian'er gave them too much shock, the first time was to use the sword to defeat the sword of the Condensation Period, the second time, the third time.

Maybe she will finally stand on the stage of this world.

"Poof"

In the end, it was Ling Xian'er who had the upper hand, after all, she had an ice crystal sword, and it was still the best treasure in the sword curtain, although Ling Xian'er did not use her to the extreme, but the sharpness of the ice crystal sword alone was not something that Zhang Tianyi's hands could resist. Zhang Tianyi was cut off by Ling Xian'er's arm, and a sword flew and smashed into the huge pit, his body kept sinking, and the corners kept cracking, extending for hundreds of meters.

Ling Xian'er looked at everything indifferently at this desolation, and with a raise of her hand, sword blades composed of the artistic conception of water appeared around Ling Xian'er.

Looking at this deep pit, Ling Xian'er's eyes seemed to see through the thick darkness and fell on Zhang Tianyi, who had both hands broken, although she was very grateful to Zhang Tianyi, so that she was very skilled in mastering her own strength, but these were not enough to make up for the mistakes he made, who was wrong and who was right, what did it matter, the most important thing is that he made Xian'er very angry, this is enough, why do you need to talk about any reason for killing?

"Xiu Xiu" Endless Sword, the water sword that flashed with a faint blue light, all flew towards Zhang Tianyi.

"Bang bang bang" They are dense like rain, every place is within her range, and it is condensed with the artistic conception of water, how can the power be compared to a small raindrop, they are like missiles bombed on the earth where Zhang Tianyi is.

Zhang Tianyi, whose hands were broken, had no choice at all, he could only watch the blade penetrate his whole body.

"Brother, my brother went looking for you"

Zhang Tianyi may have a lot of mistakes, but he also has his own insistence, that is, he has not changed his love for his brother with the passage of time, how many people in this world can do it?

Just a lack of time, so lame reasons, how much love is corroded.

In fact, in Zhang Tianyi's opinion, in this world where strength is respected, he should have died early, because he owes him the love that crossed the mountains and mountains, gave up his self-esteem and begged people everywhere, and lived reluctantly. He wanted to leave this world early. He had also thought that he might smile the day he died, because the next place might not be so cruel, and he and his brother would not have to depend on each other. They can live in a high house and enjoy the love of their father and mother.

But why so unwilling?

Why didn't the burning anger in his heart stop, and for whom did he burn?

Who will fight against the indelible hatred?

That tense whole body still doesn't let go?

At this moment, he realized that he didn't want to die, he wanted to live, not for whom, but for himself.

He wants to stand on this land again, even if it is cruel, even if it is dangerous, he wants to break through and fight.

But is he alone?

No. He's not.

He wanted to live with his brother's share.

But it's too late.

It's late.

Because of this ruthless world, ruthless self.

With the last wry smile, he left unwillingly,

Ethereal and traceless. I can't take anything away, I can't leave anything behind, it's so mediocre, so light