Jian Xu blew a breath of cold air close to the root of her ear, laughed softly, and swiped her sword finger across this beautiful face, and said lightly: "Isn't it that the disciples of Beixue Mountain Villa are as funny as you, haven't you seen the situation clearly? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info. How will they know about your father?"

"Besides, you died here, Chenlong is already dead, when the time comes, go back to find anyone's trouble, do you say I want to keep you?" Jian Xu slightly swiped his fingertips across her pretty face, and saw Zhang Qingyan first shocked and then resentful.

He got up naturally, a little bored and careless.

Then a word sounded in Zhang Qingyan's ears: "If you don't want to die early, be honest." "Jian Xu looks like this, and he is a first-class hooligan.

Hearing this, her expression was stunned at first, and then she immediately regained her composure, she knew that although Jian Xu's words were a little ugly, the truth was so cruel.

She no longer stared at the scraps of paper falling around her, but a look of helplessness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and the secret recipe that she and others desperately grabbed was finally destroyed by the bastard in front of her.

Ignoring the regretful eyes, he raised his head and looked at the blood moon in the sky. At this moment, the world is completely silent, and the death silence around is terrible, except for the rustle of the leaves in the breeze.

"I hope it's as I imagined!" muttered to himself, his body flipping and jumping, as if it had lost its weight, and first the barbed tree pole scurried to a slight point and landed on it, and the sword light diffused out, bringing a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Staring coldly at the figure under the night light, a look of disbelief flashed on her pretty face, and only those disciples who passed on the secret tips could access it in Beixue Mountain Villa. Of course, you can do it yourself. But I couldn't understand it at all. Those who are gifted and gifted in their own hands also spend several days to practice. What's more, it's a fool's dream to just browse and change it.

Although she may not understand it now, it doesn't mean that she won't be able to understand it in the future, and this thing will definitely praise her in the future, which child doesn't like her parents to praise and praise, and a girl like her who lacks maternal love needs more love.

"If you learn it after just watching it once, then presumably this young-looking soul body will not risk his life to participate in that Heroic Spirit Competition. As long as you succeed in obtaining the Holy Light with your own talent, why bother!" Zhang Qingyan sneered, and the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

closed her eyes, but the confident and calm appearance of Jian Xu that she had seen before seemed to be imprinted in her mind, lingering and indelible.

The night in Bloody Hell was quiet for most of the day, with the sound of falling leaves distinctly audible, and the occasional muffled grunt and wail in the air, which quickly faded away.

There is no such thing as a king here, only stronger enemies, everyone. Every creature of this world is always on the alert of this eating night, because when you kill another food. You may be favored by other people and beasts who are stronger than you.

Of course, Jian Xu didn't dare to hold it up, so he chose a place to get rid of weeds. A vacant open space, and then a sword stabbed out, the sword body shook slightly, bringing up a slight sword shadow, the sword was like the moon flowing water, and it fell lightly on the dead leaves in front of him, and the whole dead leaves immediately turned into fragments.

According to the original ancient sword record, there are a total of twelve styles in it, and Jian Xu is now only finding three styles, and when the twelve styles are gathered together, it is the real qi that penetrates the sky and the idealism is not broken, therefore, the sword style must be coherent.

Each sword style is interlocked together, remember this sword style, but when Jian Xu unleashed it again, I don't know if he didn't enter the artistic conception, or when the cultivation was not enough, he had to practice the first style in one go or it was extremely difficult, the sword style was intermittent, very obscure, and he couldn't give full play to the power of this sword technique.

When Jian Xu kept his mind and completed the first style, he immediately put away the sword, the sword light dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face, sure enough, as long as I can change this sword style, then I will learn this style of sword skills, and the sword realm, as long as the sword is one, the sword realm will naturally improve, and the power will be doubled, and everything will fall into place.

The whole body was sweating profusely, and it took a lot of energy to just perform a single sword skill.

"This Idealistic Sword Technique is endlessly mysterious, if you master it to the realm of a generation of grandmasters, then it will be easy to kill people beyond the level!" But there is a bit of gain.

It's just that what he lacks now, no matter how Jian Xu closes his eyes and thinks, he can't find that loophole.

I had no clue for a while, so I had to give up thinking for a while, opened my eyes, clenched the hilt of the sword, and whispered: "It seems that now continue to practice to find the key to this sword technique!"

A sword stabbed out again, sometimes a sharp sword wind emerged, sometimes it was insipid, the fallen leaves that rolled up all over the ground, the fallen leaves flew, and the figure holding the sword flickered in it.

Zhang Qingyan saw that Jian Xu's moves were not only exquisite, but also had an indescribable taste with himself.

And through this period of observation, she found that this person's sword style was a little less stiff and a little more spiritual than before, which showed that he could really comprehend the secrets in the book.

In her heart, she already has more points of admiration, but how could he, who is naturally arrogant, bow his head to the guy who bullied her.

Glimpsing Jian Xuyang to complete a beautiful and difficult move, he couldn't help but let out bursts of ridicule, as crisp as a pearl falling on a jade plate: "It's just a gourd to draw a scoop, only its appearance, not its god, an empty shell puppet!"

Under the blood moon, the eyes were full of verdant, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the leisurely sword light spread out, bringing up sword shadows one after another.

Although Jian Xu was already sweating profusely, he didn't know it, and he was immersed in swordsmanship.

It was repeated over and over again, until the sky turned white, and Jian Xu stopped his figure.

"This idealistic sword style, this time is longer, although I still haven't realized the mysterious artistic conception all night, but Jian Xu knows that his first style is not far from Dacheng. ”

Rubbing his eyebrows slightly, Jian Xu muttered, but he firmly believed that as he improved his use of this move, this time would also be shortened.

Compared with the first time, Jian Xu is now using his sword skills, his movements are a little more skillful, a little less stiff, and it is even more difficult that he has begun to have his own style and some taste. (To be continued.) )