His mind was slightly condensed, and Qin Tian began to compress frantically after these spiritual powers flowed in, like taming a fierce horse galloping on the grassland. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info condensation, continuous condensation, these spiritual power spirit emperors into a piece of qi droplets, as if pulled by a huge force, the qi droplets suddenly converged together, forming an ocean.

Rumble!

The roar suddenly sounded in Qin Tian's body again, and Qin Tian only felt that the previous pain had completely dissipated at this moment. At the same time, one after another soft spiritual power flowed out of the dantian, merging into his flesh and bones. Some of the tired bodies were once again filled with a lot of strength, much more than before.

This feeling lasted for dozens of minutes before Qin Tian opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out from his dark eyes. It was as if a sleeping giant beast had awakened in Qin Tian's body, and a breath that was stronger than the previous hours emanated from his body. Qin Tian exhaled lightly, feeling the surging feeling in his body that he had never had, a smile appeared on the corner of Qin Tian's mouth, and then this smile gradually expanded, turning into a light laugh of relief, "Great Spirit Master Eighth Order!"

Qin Tian's eyes were as bright as stars, and he was about to get up suddenly, when the cold voice of the system appeared again without warning: "Congratulations to the host cultivator for stepping into the eighth order of the Great Spirit Master." ”

"Use the card of Simon Blowing Snow. ”

Qin Tian thought about it for a while, and finally made up his mind, cultivating for a breakthrough, it was just the time of the sympathy between heaven and earth, comprehending the spiritual skills, but it was the best time, the summoning cards were used to save his life before, but he had never left any skills and exercises like a hero, and now that he has time, he naturally has to practice hard, not to mention the number of lottery draws he has accumulated, there are also seven times, but it is enough.

After half a sound, a piercing, cold and majestic aura suddenly rose at the center of his eyebrows, turning into a storm and sweeping out. Qin Tian only felt that the law enforcement tower in front of him was even darker, and once again lost all light, only endless darkness, until a ray of cold moonlight mixed with biting snowflakes fell on Qin Tian's face, and the pieces of Qionglou Jade were stacked and undulated, standing in the cold moonlight, Qin Tian lowered his head, and he was standing on the roof of a palace.

"The cold moon shines on the lonely city, and the west gate blows light snow!" A voice that was colder than the moon and lighter than snow rippled out silently, Qin Tian raised his head suddenly, looking at the palace buildings, he knew where he was at the moment.

Forbidden City!

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky!" Qin Tian muttered softly, as if in response to Qin Tian's words, he saw two figures as cold as snow standing coldly on the Taihe Palace, the miserable white moonlight reflected the faces of these two people, pale and cold faces, and sharp expressions just like the simple swords in their hands.

Looking at these two tall figures standing at one end each, cold sweat oozed from Qin Tian's forehead, as if he was looking directly at two peerless sword weapons, "Ye Gucheng, Ximen blowing snow!"

The muttering voice of himself could not hide the shock in his heart, Qin Tian even held his hands slightly, as if he wanted to deeply engrave the scene in front of him in his mind, in the swordsman system, the peerless swordsmen are like carps crossing the river, countless, but they can make the world lose color, but there are very few swords without light in the stars and moon, Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and Ximen Blowing Snow, the owner of Wanmei Villa.

Ye Gucheng was still dressed in white, his clothes were flying, like floating clouds, standing under the cold moon, like an immortal who had been deprived of the mortal world.

And Ximen Fuxue stood in the fluttering snow, Qin Tian could only see a figure like snow, but he couldn't see this figure clearly, this figure was close to this foot, but far away from the end of the world.

Even glanced at it, Qin Tian only felt the chill pressing, retracted his gaze, his gaze was fixed on Ye Gucheng, at this moment, Qin Tian's mood became inexplicably heavy, Ye Gucheng was still the lonely and self-admiring Baiyun City Lord, but he lacked the freedom of the first meeting, as if he had earthly shackles to bind him.

"A beautiful woman, why be a thief!"

Qin Tian muttered softly, he is familiar with the allusion of the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, the Baiyun City Lord who is as light as the wind in the world, and the purity of the clouds, he is an arrogant swordsman, the most outstanding swordsman, but let his sword be bound by the power of the secular temple, a person like him can only die, not defeat, die for glory, here, die under the sword of Ximen blowing snow.

Sonorous!

Two clear sounds that seemed to come from outside the nine heavens, tearing apart the cold moonlight, and under Qin Tian's gaze, two sword lights appeared. Ye Gucheng's sword is still like that, like a frightening, cold, ethereal, arrogant, this originally ethereal sword is a little heavy, heavy makes this sword seem fast but extremely slow, as long as a whole century, Qin Tian's eyes did not move, looking at this sword light imprinted in the depths of his soul, in a trance, the sword that scattered thousands of floating clouds and this sword light slowly overlapped together, dead like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, born like the splendor of summer flowers, quiet as the ethereal of white clouds, and moving like the beauty of flying immortals.

"This is the Flying Immortal outside the sky, the Flying Immortal outside the sky who has once again broken free from the shackles of power after falling into the temple of the mortal dust palace!"

Qin Tian muttered softly, in an instant, the moonlight hanging in the sky seemed to have lost its original coldness......

"The city lord is outside the sky, the sword is like a flying immortal, and the people are like a flying immortal, why bother to be degraded to the red dust and do such an unwise thing?"

Qin Tian vaguely remembered this sentence, the high Baiyun City Lord, away from the temple, playing the rivers and lakes. He likes to swim alone in the wind under the moon, on the sea, and among the white clouds. However, because of his power, he walked to the Forbidden City, became the king and lost the king, the winner was the king, he failed, and he was also liberated, and walked to the top of the Forbidden City. At this moment, the eternal sword was imprinted in his mind again.

It's just that this sword is no longer mutilated, this is the real Flying Immortal outside the sky.

Under the cold moonlight, Qin Tian saw the white-clothed swordsman pick up Ye Gucheng's sword, and at the same time, the string of blood flowers that slipped on his sword edge swayed with brilliant brilliance and peerless elegance.

On the Taihe Palace, the white-clothed swordsman stepped on the cold moonlight and slowly disappeared from Qin Tian's sight.

Qin Tian suddenly saw the white snow that fluttered one after another, the plum blossoms that bloomed in the wind, and the sword that completely melted into the snow.

The wind arose, and blew up the snowflakes on the house, and blew the blood.

"Do you learn to use a sword?" Faintly, a cold voice like ice and snow on a distant mountain rose in the wind, this was the sound of Ximen blowing snow.

The cold moonlight gradually dimmed, but Qin Tian felt that the bright moon had lost its previous brilliance, the cold moon shone on the lonely city, the lonely city was dead and silent, who did the cold moon shine on? The snow fell, drowning Qin Tian's sight, and the darkness once again flooded Qin Tian's whole body like a tide, until a little spot of light appeared in front of him, Qin Tian found that he had once again been in the law enforcement tower, the surging sense of power in his body was still there, and the pool of blood everywhere was still flowing slowly.

Crunch! The heavy iron door let out a feeble scream and slowly opened.

Aomine frowned slightly, and he waited outside the iron gate for a full hour, until the moment when the thick aura dissipated. He hesitated for a moment before pushing open the iron door, but the moment his front foot had not stepped in, Qingfeng had a feeling of chills all over his body, just like walking from a sunny afternoon to the middle of the night in Yinsen, especially when he saw Qin Tian standing in a pool of blood, an indescribable feeling filled his heart, but the thin back gave him a feeling of loneliness, and the panic seeping in his heart made Qingfeng forget what he was going to say next.

"Senior brother. I'm staying for a moment!" The flat voice was tinghring with coldness, the kind of indifference that repelled people from thousands of miles away, but it gave people an irresistible majesty. Aomine nodded slightly, and cautiously exited the third layer until he walked out. Aomine realized that his whole body had been soaked in cold sweat, which was terrifying.

"It's so deep that it's scary. Qingfeng said with palpitations: "Could it be that the failure of the breakthrough hit him so hard?"

The death silence outside the dim law enforcement tower was terrifying, Qin Tian sat on a pool of blood, his eyes fell on the blood flower in front of him without focus, and the stunning sword of peerless elegance under the moon filled Qin Tian's mind, this sword seemed to make Qin Tian forget everything.

Outside the tower, the afterglow of the remnant sun is like a burning flame. Covering a large area of the sky, hitting the hideous iron tower, in front of the solemn vermilion wall, Lin Shichen stood with his hands in his hands. Wei Han's eyes remained motionless as he stared at the law enforcement tower directly in front of him, and behind him stood countless disciples of the Peerless Hall who were waiting for him.

In front of the law enforcement tower, three middle-aged law enforcers are like ancient trees standing in the wind, standing on the ancient road.

Quiet. The only thing left was the rustle of the autumn breeze blowing through the fallen leaves.

They were all waiting, waiting for the prostrate beast to open its bloody mouth again.

Bu Yunhan is also waiting. The green silk swayed, and the beautiful eyes did not move.

It's just that when the hazy twilight spreads from the distant sky to the whole world, the dead law enforcement tower does not make the slightest sound, it is like a long-sealed tomb, standing quietly in the twilight.

"The hour is almost up, and the law enforcement tower has not yet opened. ”

"Could he have died in the law enforcement tower?" The dead silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, and in the crowd, a hoarse voice appeared, as if stirring up a thousand waves, and instantly became extremely noisy: "That is to say, after a long time, we have been waiting here in vain." ”

"It's really disappointing, it's rare to take the time to visit. Standing at the head of the crowd, Lin Shichen stared at the tower with a cold look on his face, until the sky and the earth were glowing with stars, he didn't see the law enforcement tower open again, he shook his head a little disappointed, and a little boredom welled up in the depths of his eyes: "Telling the prince of Qin Zheng about this news is indispensable to blame." ”

When the words fell, Lin Shichen stopped paying attention, slowly retracted his gaze, turned around and walked out of the crowd, extremely proud.

Many disciples of the Wushuang Hall from Western Qin followed closely behind, and they were also disappointed.

In an instant, the originally black crowd seemed to disperse a lot, and there were very few left.