"One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi, Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform!"

Next to a mountain stream, there was a young man sitting, looking at everything that happened in the sky lightly, saying a Buddha name, closing his eyes again, reciting a poem, and the surrounding space was filled with Buddha meaning.

After sitting all night, he opened his eyes again, and the depth in his eyes disappeared, becoming murderous, as if he had turned into another person, an ordinary casual cultivator.

"It's you again, who are you?" The man roared towards the mountain stream, startling the sky full of birds, but no one responded, stood for a moment, and walked in the direction of the gate of the Yunwu Mountain Courtyard.

This person is just an inconspicuous person in the Yunwu Mountain Courtyard, but there is another person in his body, a person who cultivates Buddhism, this person is called Su Chuan, a person who "luckily" stepped into the Eight Sects of Martial Arts.

There is another person, maybe many people don't have a deep impression of him, just like his sect, but he is one of the people who is most hidden, he is the Crying Zen Sect.

Standing at the gate of the Haotian Sect, his eyes were cold, there was a trace of blood brewing in it, and the terrifying evil aura was permeated, and in just a moment, he disappeared again, turned around, and walked into the gate of the Haotian Sect.

Not only a few of them, but also many people in the eight major sects, at this moment, began to show their grandeur, the so-called wind of Mu Xiulin will be destroyed, many people have this idea, and most of them are scattered cultivators.

These people who are despised by the disciples of the Eight Sects, they are the most terrifying and powerful, tomorrow, it will be the day of the Eight Sects' martial arts, tonight, it is destined to be a sleepless night.

In the Heavenly Sword Courtyard, there were bursts of swords, and at a glance, there were not a few people who practiced swords hard, as well as people who practiced various martial arts, and people who practiced Taoism, whether it was useful or not, they were just releasing their nervous hearts.

Of course, there was one exception to this, in an attic, there was a drunken man lying with his feet crossed, with a pot of wine in his mouth, and some inexplicable words came out of his mouth.

"The world laughs at me for being crazy, I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it!"

"The world laughs at me ......"

"Shen Ye, shut up for me!" The person below who practiced swords shouted at Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan glanced at him, choked on wine, spit out a big mouthful of wine, and read out another sentence.

"Everyone is drunk, I'm sober!"

"Wake up, brothers, go on, beat him!" A group of people rose into the air and flew towards Lin Xuan.

"Alas~" Lin Xuan sighed, looked at the wine jug in his hand, drank it directly in one gulp, and then threw it out.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and a group of people were beaten by the broken wine jug and fell to the ground, all of them were stunned for a moment, and then they were furious, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and looked up, but they couldn't see Lin Xuan's figure.

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, this guy was finally gone, and he said some nonsense in his mouth, which made their already irritable hearts even more annoying, and they even had the heart to kill.

On the top of the attic, Lin Xuan was half-lying, facing the moonlight, drinking wine, but his heart didn't know where to fly.

Qingtian Pavilion, the Eight Sects of Martial Arts, is it really that simple, he has a bad premonition in his heart, a feeling that he can't control it, what went wrong, he can't figure it out for a while.

If you can't think about it, then you don't think about it anymore, let the world change, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, if there is supreme power, then everything will be solved.

On the top of the attic, facing the moonlight, Lin Xuan pulled out the Black Xuan Sword, looked up to the sky, drank a large sip of wine, and danced the sword to the moon, the sword was like autumn water, soft and quiet, but there was infinite killing intent in it.

Lin Xuan's sword path is the way of killing, not seeking infinite evolution, no ultimate skills, there is only one word, that is, killing, can kill, this is the way of the sword in Lin Xuan's heart.

One sword kills, this is Lin Xuan's self-created sword move, there is only one move, the sword will kill, but there are still some deficiencies, too rigid and easy to break, this sword move goes forward, only seeks to kill, regardless of itself, this is a disadvantage.

How to improve, unconsciously, Lin Xuan was immersed in this state of sword comprehension, enlightenment, for others, it is hard to find, but for Lin Xuan, it is as simple as drinking a sip of water.

The ancient scriptures of enlightenment, this is an ancient scripture that goes against the sky, pays attention to cultivating the mind, refining the mind, and cultivating the state of mind to the depths, and enlightenment is simple.

"Haha, look, Shen Ye has started to cultivate, it's really the sun that has come out in the west, but looking at his sword moves, how lame he looks, he is still a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he is really recruiting black for the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. ”

"Brother, you're wrong, what kind of sword practice is this, it's obviously a dance practice, look at that stab and pry, doesn't it look like a dance step?"

"Haha, it's like. ”

Seeing Lin Xuan practicing swords, many people were amazed, they came to watch, and when they saw Lin Xuan's sword steps, they sneered, most of the swordsmanship of everyone was the way of magic and skill, looking at Lin Xuan's swordsmanship, they couldn't understand it, and they directly understood Lin Xuan as pretending in their hearts.

After a long time, seeing that Lin Xuan ignored them, he was still immersed in this strange swordsmanship, his face was bored, and he gradually left, but there was a person who did not leave, seriously observing Lin Xuan's swordsmanship.

The more he looked, the more frightened he felt, his head was stained with a layer of fine sweat, and his eyes were full of horror, his name was Guo Lin, and he was a swordsmanship genius in one region, and he was famous.

Arrogant, even in the face of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, they were all disdainful, and when he came out for a walk today, he happened to meet Lin Xuan practicing swords, so he took a few looks, but these glances made him addicted.

This swordsmanship, too terrifying, killing everywhere, every sword is deadly, going forward, taking people's lives, on a whim, he followed the practice, ugly steps, fencing, swinging swords, every move looks uncoordinated, everyone is straight and a madman, after a few glances, he no longer cares.

Lin Xuan was immersed in his own sword path, he didn't pay attention to these at all, he was thinking about the second sword of his murderous sword dao, the first sword, the first sword to kill people, what he pursued was to move forward and ask for human life, what about the second sword?

There was a sprout in his heart, and it seemed that he could figure it out at once, but he couldn't get over that hurdle, over and over again, the sword didn't stop, and the killing intent contained in the sword became more and more chilling.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Guo Lin's breath suddenly withered, but there was a look of surprise on his face, as if he had thought of something, bowed to Lin Xuan, and left in a hurry.

Lin Xuan put away his sword and stood up, pondering for a while, he didn't pay attention to Guo Lin under the attic, looking at the sky gradually lit up in the distance, his eyes showed a fine light, the black Xuan sword disappeared in his hand, but it was replaced by a wine jug, and there was a misty look in his eyes, as if he was drunk.

The Eight Sects of Martial Arts are about to begin, and in each attic, one person walked out and looked at the sky, and a red sun slowly rose.

(End of chapter)