Shi Fei Xuan's swordsmanship is the highest heart method of Xuanmen "Cihang Sword Codex", as long as you fight with the other party, you can immediately measure the depth of the opponent's virtual reality, but this time it has lost its effect. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, although she was still calm, her beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter, and even the sword in her hand, the color sky sword, seemed to exude brilliant brilliance.

Knock, knock, knock......

The fingers of Wang Chan's right hand slowly tapped on the wine table, making a very rhythmic sound, as if he had not seen the sharp sword intent of the senior concubine at all.

The lightning flashed, and the sword qi filled the air.

Shi Fei Xuan's color sword turned into a sky full of light and shadow, enveloping Wang Chan in it.

She is like a dancing fairy, looming in the sword light, like a bright moon lightly covered by light clouds, and the sword aura of the forest is cold and even people far away can feel its swaying momentum, like a swirling snow blown by a strong wind.

If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes, no one would have imagined that this seemingly gentle, delicate, touching and charming beauty, that slender hand that deceived the frost and snow could use such a terrifying sword technique like a storm and wind.

Harness the sword with your heart.

Shi Feixuan's swordsmanship is absolutely unconventional, but every sword is aimed at the opponent's weakness, and each sword has thousands of hammers and thousands of skills, skillfully seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

The most powerful thing is the sword qi from her sword, which is as seamless as mercury on the ground, and it is impossible to prevent it.

But there is such a person, who completely ignores this sword qi in the sky, and that's not all, this person is still sitting in place and knocking on the table leisurely.

Bang Bang Bang!

A series of intersecting sounds of gold and iron sounded intensively, and the sword qi scattered in the air directly demolished the entire tavern.

In an instant, Concubine Xuan had already attacked thirty-three swords.

The shadow of the sword dissipated.

She looked at the scene in front of her, her face was full of disbelief, and she saw that a faint phantom of true qi suddenly appeared on Wang Chan's body, from top to bottom, her whole body was shrouded in this golden bell-like phantom.

"Golden bell jar?!" the concubine shouted.

As a member of the Buddhist Sect, she had never seen a golden bell jar, but she had never seen such a terrible golden bell jar as in front of her, and she attacked with almost all her strength without causing the slightest damage to the other party.

"I don't believe in this evil. The eyes of the concubine suddenly shone brightly, and the color empty sword in her hand was like lightning from the sky, breaking through the dark clouds of the night, and squeezing Wang Chan's chest.

This sword can be said to embody the lifelong cultivation of the concubine, and even faintly has the meaning of breaking through the realm of "heart and soul".

The seemingly simple sword actually contains an incomparably mysterious mind and sword theory. It seems to be slow and fast, which is difficult to grasp in degree, and the sword tremor is like the tongue of a spirit snake, giving people the feeling that they can change the direction of attack at any time.

At the same time, the last light sound also fell.

It seems to announce the end of the concubine.

Wang Chan's right hand was slowly raised, his fingers were like a sword, and a deep and terrifying sword intent condensed at his fingertips, spraying and spitting. This is the sword intent of intercepting the sky, although Wang Chan did not make a sword, but he did not have the intention of keeping his hand.

"Ten breaths have arrived, life and death are fate. ”

Kiss!

A sound piercing the air suddenly rang out.

With the initial dead silence, he shot towards the concubine.

As soon as Concubine Xuan's sky-high sword intent came into contact with it, it completely dissipated, and the color empty sword in her hand actually let out a trembling sound, and finally broke inch by inch. Her face changed drastically, and only then did she really know the horror of the person in front of her.

She tiptoed a little, pulled back sharply, and in a flash of white clothes, the person had disappeared in place.

The concubine retreated quickly, and in an instant, the person had retreated to the street, but Wang Chan's sword intent seemed to ignore the distance of space and chased straight away.

"Donor's mercy!"

At the same time as the shout sounded, a brass bell suddenly slammed into the sky-cutting sword intent that Wang Chan shot out.

While!

A crisp bell suddenly sounded, and the lingering sound of the long street without anyone lingered for a long time.

Immediately after, a blood flower bloomed.

Shi Fei Xuan stretched out her hand to cover her chest, looked up at the brass bell that was pierced in front of her, snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and her face was a little terrifying.

If it weren't for this big bell that suddenly appeared, she would have died standing here.

On both sides of the street, there are countless masters.

They looked at the scene in disbelief, completely frozen there, and still couldn't believe it.

One move!

Cihang Jingzhai's most outstanding successor in the past hundred years, known as the peerless master who is most likely to reach the realm of grandmaster after Ning Daoqi, can't even take a single move from Wang Chan? If it weren't for someone to come to the rescue, he would have even died on the spot.

These forces hidden in the shadows, when they think of this, all turn pale.

Wang Chan slowly walked out of the tavern that was already full of holes, came to the street, looked at the "nosy" person, and laughed softly: "Isn't it good to eat fasting and chant Buddha, since you can't bear to be lonely, why do you need to be this monk?"

A soft and generous male voice shouted loudly and calmly said: "Eating fasting and reciting Buddha is practice, eliminating demons and defending the path is also practice, birth is practice, and entering the world is also practice." The poor monk was empty and saw the king benefactor. ”

As soon as the voice fell, a low cry immediately sounded in the surrounding darkness.

The empty Zen master who practiced closed-mouth meditation actually spoke today.

Looking at the tall and handsome monk in front of him, it was really a bit unexpected by everyone.

They really couldn't imagine that the Zen master who practiced closed-mouth meditation was not only not an old monk with a sad face, but also so young and handsome, that he would not be more than forty years old when he looked horizontally and vertically.

He has a slender and dashing figure, a straight nose, and a lot of personality. The curved curve of the upper lip and the slightly upturned lower lip arch a certain indescribable charm, embedded in his slender face is both very beautiful and leisurely looking. The broad and bright face of the lower collar has a kind of transcendent and clear divine light, and the demeanor is neither weak nor domineering, but teaches people to look comfortable and natural.

The most memorable thing at first sight is his pair of deep and unfathomable eyes, which can make anyone born with an unfathomable depth and a heart that dare not be underestimated.

"Concubine Xuan is fine. When she came to the concubine, she stretched out her hand, raised her hands and put them on her back, and began to heal her wounds.

After a while, Concubine Xuan regained a trace of her blood, broke free from the empty support, reluctantly stood up, and said, "Uncle Kong, Concubine Xuan is fine." It's just that the person in front of him is deeply demonic, and he must not be allowed to leave today, otherwise the world will be in chaos. ”

"The poor monk knows about this matter, and it is important for you to heal your wounds, concubine. Empty said slowly.

"It seems that the master is preparing to slay the demon guard. Wang Chan looked at the air, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his face seemed to be smiling.

"Amitabha, the poor monk knows that his ability is limited, and he is not a donor's opponent. It's just that this war is about the people of the world, and the honor and disgrace of the old man alone, and even the reputation of the meditation monastery is not enough. He folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Before the words fell, four sounds of breaking the air suddenly sounded. (To be continued.) )