"Ahh......hh

Suddenly, the mourning of the old woman sounded on the other side of the mourning hall.

Ling Shijian came back to her senses and looked over, in front of the mourning hall, the man in black and Yin Kang were looking at her. The faces of the two of them squirmed, and they became blue and fanged.

She understands that the story is over, the truth is told to her, and it is time to do it.

The man in black and Yin Kang jumped and came towards her, the two of them rose in the wind, and when they got closer, they turned into two giants seven or eight meters high, raised their legs, one left and one right, and two whip legs were drawn towards her.

Lingshi Jian raised his hand, and the sword had already appeared in his hand, the blade was a little left and right, and the two legs were broken together.

She got up and flew high, and took her sword to cut off the giant's head.

But suddenly, the leg that had just been cut off by her did not break, and the leg was like a piece of water, and it kept chopping, and after the sword passed, it closed again, and still kicked at her.

"Bang!"

Ling Shijian stretched out his hand to block it, but it was still kicked back to the ground and landed on the courtyard wall.

"Careless...... she stepped out of the dust and looked up at the two giants, "this is an illusion." ”

It can't be taken by common sense.

She opened her left hand and pushed her palm forward,

"Spring breeze and rain!"

In an instant, the fine sword qi flew out like spring rain, "Xiu Xiu Xiu", and in the blink of an eye, the sword qi skyrocketed, and the two giants were divided into pieces.

"Yikes!"

Over there in the mourning hall, Ni Min screamed, jumped up from the coffin, stood on the mourning hall, raised his foot, and pulled it over in the air.

Her legs grew and grew rapidly, and by the time she got closer, they had become a meter thick.

Lingshijian's figure flashed, and he dodged it.

Ni Min's legs retracted, she reached out and grabbed them, and the pieces that Yin Kang and the man in black had turned into flew into the palm of her hand, and as soon as she pulled her hands, a condensed sword was formed.

At this time, the Lingshi Sword had already come to Ni Min's body, and she stabbed out with a sword, pointing directly at Ni Min's eyebrows.

Ni Min jumped back, his body was farther away, and his figure became smaller. At first glance, it becomes a small person only a few centimeters in size.

Lingshi's sword stabbed into the air, and the smaller Ni Min jumped on the tip of her sword.

Although Ni Min has become smaller, his weight has not changed, but has increased, and the tip of the Lingshi Sword has become bent.

Ling Shijian frowned, finally feeling very wrong.

Ni Min at the tip of the sword stabbed the sword towards the Lingshi sword, and her sword quickly approached her, getting bigger and bigger the closer she got closer, and when she reached the front of her, the tip of the sword was already the size of a basin.

Ling Shijian drew his sword suddenly, shook Ni Min away, and dodged it again.

She looked at Ni Min again, Ni Min put away the sword and went back, the farther away the sword was from her, the smaller it became, and when Ni Min took it back, it matched Ni Min, a few centimeters Ni Min held it, which was the size of a toothpick.

She finally understood something......

This is a fantasy!

It's in the painting!

Ni Min's fantasy is a world in painting that follows the rules of painting!

The sword became bigger and smaller, and Ni Min became bigger and smaller, completely following the perspective rules when painting!

She was thinking about it, when Ni Min threw the sword in her hand, and the sword rose into the air, becoming smaller, but the color became darker and darker.

The sword turned into a dot and fell again, smashing towards the Lingshi sword.

As it fell, it grew in size, but its color was dark black.

When she arrived in front of Lingshi Sword, it was already like a mountain, and she raised her sword to block it......

"Dang!"

Hit hard!

The darker the color, the heavier the weight!

The sword qi of the Lingshi Sword was triggered, and it directly cut through the mountain and drilled out of the sword mountain.

She held her sword in the air, looked at Ni Min in the mourning hall, and praised:

"What an amazing way to fight!"

Ni Min jumped, jumped from a small point to the front, became seven or eight meters huge, and smashed at the Lingshi Sword with one punch!

Suddenly, time and space distorted, and speed lines appeared around the fist......

"Hoo ......"

The wind was blowing, Lingshi Sword's clothes were dignified, she was happy when she saw the hunting, and said with a smile: "Amazing." ”

She held her sword in both hands and slashed at the punch!

But at this moment......

Her heart throbbed!

Dangerous!

Absolute danger!

Deadly danger!

But it's not the punch in front of you, it's not an illusion, it's reality!

In reality, someone else has shot at her!

"I'm sorry!" She said in a deep voice, "I can't play with you anymore!" ”

She held the sword in both hands, the mana in her body boiled, and she suddenly poured into the sword body.

Suddenly, a hazy white light lit up on the sword body, and although the light was hazy, it was as bright as the morning glow.

"Mind Sword ......"

She said softly.

The hazy light blooms like a bud, like the rising sun, blooming thousands of sharp swords!

Ni Min's fists, which were drawn all over the speed line and distorted time and space, were sliced open by a sword.

Thousands of sharp swords spread out......

Smash the world of illusion to smithereens!

In the small courtyard, Ling Shijian, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, she turned around suddenly, and without saying a word, the sword qi condensed, and she slashed down with a sword!

"Bang!"

In the darkness, there was a crisp sound.

A 7.62mm bullet passed through a distance of thousands of meters, and in the darkness, it instantly came to the small courtyard, and collided head-on with the sword qi slashed by the Lingshi Sword.

"Dang!" There was a clear sound.

"Whoa!"

The sound of glass being smashed rang out.

The sword qi was shattered by a bullet!

The Spirit Poetry Sword instantly flattened the sword in front of him!

"Dang!"

Another crunch......

The bullet hit the sword, and the sword stuck to the body.

"Boom ......"

The Lingshi Sword was hit by the huge momentum and flew up, and retreated for more than a while.

When she landed, she exhaled and felt tightness in her chest.

More than 1,000 meters away, on the roof of Haoyi Hotel, the tallest building in Jiangzhou University Town, a man in black with a scar on his cheek and half an ear missing his face was frightened and inexplicable.

What the heck?

Blocking sniper bullets with your flesh?!Still unharmed?

That's a sniper bullet!

"Removal !!" He burst into a shout, "Sister, run!" That's not a human ......."

He got up and picked up his sniper rifle.

But before the gun was put away, he suddenly looked up, and in the night, something reflected the light, and approached him quickly!

He stared, it was a sword! He recognized.

Edgeworth takes the head of the man for a thousand miles!

This is the Sword Immortal Method!

"Dang!"

He picked up the gun and blocked it indiscriminately!

The sniper rifle was cut in half with a sword, and the tip of the sword sliced more than half an inch into his chest!

In the small courtyard, Ling Shijian closed her eyes and pointed at her sword, just about to kill the killer of the Tang family, but at this critical moment, another surging aura rushed towards her!

And the enemy!

She opened her eyes and looked at the place where the breath came from, and on the wall of the small courtyard, an uncle in a pink shirt slapped at her, and a black breath rushed towards her.

"So it's you......" she snorted, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

She held the sword finger in her hand, and the white sword qi around her instantly skyrocketed!

The stimulating influence of a great teacher, like life-giving spring breezes and rain!

She pointed at the pink-clothed uncle, and countless sword qi fell like spring rain, impacting towards the black aura!

In an instant, the black aura was shattered.

She held it in her left hand again, and the flying sword came from thousands of miles away, and a sword pierced the middle-aged uncle on the courtyard wall and returned to her hand.

When Zhang Ziyu analyzed it last night, he was puzzled, how did Ni Min become a ghost, how did the loquat tree become a spirit, and at that time he didn't know that Ni Min was a pipa essence and a pipa essence was Ni Min, but he just came to the conclusion that behind this, there must be a demon monk who cultivates evil laws.

If they come back tonight to cut down trees, the Demon Monk will definitely appear.

And Lingshi Sword has been waiting for him to make a move.

She voluntarily entered the illusion just to give him a chance...... Unexpectedly, he chose to shoot when Tang Men shot at her.

The pink-clothed middle-aged uncle covered his chest with one hand on the wall, and stretched out the other hand towards the Lingshi Sword, calling out: "The Great Law of the Soul ......"

A black qi rose out of thin air, enveloping the Spirit Poetry Sword in it.

"Humph!" Lingshi Sword slashed with a sword light, easily splitting the black qi, and said disdainfully, "Do you think I will really be dementored?!" ”

She stepped out of the black qi in one step, her body shook, and she came to the front of the pink-clothed uncle, pointed the sword, and the speed was very fast, and it was inserted from the pink-clothed uncle's eyebrows.

But......

Ling Shijian felt that the touch of the sword was wrong.

She looked at the pink-clothed uncle, who stuck a sword in his eyebrows, looked up at her and smiled weirdly, and said, "It turned out that the Shushan Sword Immortal was here......

After that, Uncle Pink was deflated like a balloon, and quickly deflated.

In the blink of an eye, it was just a piece of paper left on the Lingshi Sword.

"The Art of Paper Control ......"

Lingshi Sword muttered.

Outside the small courtyard, across the street, in the alleyway between the two restaurants, the younger sister of the Tang Sect looked back at the street, in front of the white car, smashed her Zhang Ziyu with a fist, dropped a blower, and finally did not stop, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Second pot ......," she asked, "do you have anything to do?" ”

"Not dead yet!" Erguo replied, "Come to pick me up on the roof of Haoyi." There is also salvation. ”

"You said that woman is not human?"

"She was more than a thousand meters away, and a sword flew over and almost stabbed me to death. You say it's human? ”

"I saw her fighting with someone else...... "You are lucky to be in luck." ”

"It's a fart, that person must also be a cultivator. deliberately chose to shoot at the critical moment of her flying sword......" Erguo replied, "We are unlucky and miserable, and we have been affected by the pond fish." ”

"There really are immortal cultivators!"

"Isn't there Shu Mountain in Jiangzhou? It must be Shushan mile......"

At this moment, in Zhang Ziyu's world, groups of monsters are rushing towards him like a tide, and he is struggling to defend.

The stick in his hand has been broken, and now he is fighting the monster purely with his fists.

But he just drove the monster away, but he couldn't kill the monster.

He glanced ahead when he was free, and the endless and dense crowd in front of him was full of monsters, and in the darkness, there was a terrifying monster hundreds of feet tall!

"Whew...... ...... "He was so tired that he couldn't stop panting.

He felt like his head was groggy and dying.

After fighting for a while, it was even more confused......

"I'm going to die!"

In a daze, he suddenly saw the huge monster in front of him rushing towards him, it rushed out of the dark mist, raised its bloody feet, and stepped on him......

He raised his hands to block!

"Brush!"

That foot became a hand!

The monster in front of him, the dark mist, quickly retreated.

Behind that white hand was the girl with a beautiful face.

She reached out and touched his brow, dispelling the fog for him.

…… Detoxified.

"Poetry and Sword ......"

His heart suddenly relaxed, and his consciousness finally blurred, and he fell headlong into her arms.

Ling Shijian hugged Zhang Ziyu, looked down at him, and smiled bitterly......

Zhang Ziyu's injuries were a bit serious, but he punched them all by himself.