A vague figure appears in the drawing, slowly unleashing a set of sword moves.

Whenever the figure performs a complete move, a few lines of font will appear in the blank drawing, explaining the specific method of performing the sword move.

By the time the figure finished performing its sword moves, the font on it also filled half of the scroll.

Involuntarily, Shi Xianwu moved the sword in his hand, and the unique ancient sword heart completely played its role at this moment.

Just glanced at it, and the figure of the person in the picture seemed to be engraved in Shi Xian's mind, and his body did not have the slightest sense of strangeness and resistance.

The aura is attached to the sword, the sword is held in Shi Xian's hand, and the body moves with the memory, ups and downs, ups and downs, and finally the sword is closed.

When Shi Xian was immersed in the new swordsmanship, he didn't notice at all that in the soles of his feet filled with a thick black mist, a red-clothed figure waved the long whip in his hand.

The cold face was full of evil energy, the long whip in his hand was like a snake, and the movements of the two were synchronized, but the momentum exuded by the whole body was completely different.

A divided mirror world, through the mirror in the middle, reflects another hidden world.

At the moment when Shi Xian collected his sword, the red-clothed figure retracted his whip at the same time, and completely disappeared into the thick black fog.

Shi Xian withdrew from the world of swordsmanship, and saw that the originally suspended scroll gradually converged its light, continued to shrink, and automatically flew in front of him.

Subconsciously reached out to pick up the scroll, just held the scroll, and before he had time to make any extra movements, there was a sudden push on his back, and the whole person involuntarily took a step forward, and walked out of the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Ball directly.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw an endless desert.

Holding the scroll in his hand, there was an extra black and white bead. A gust of wind blew, and Shi Xian was swept with sand.

Find a safe place and slowly unfold the scroll in your hand.

Not surprisingly, it turned out to be a broken swordsmanship scroll. Only a small part of the first part is filled in, and most of the scroll content is blank, and you need to continue to enter the secret realm to obtain it.

When I opened the map again, I didn't find where I was now, and I was a little surprised for a while.

But thinking of that set of swordsmanship, Shi Xian guessed that this might be a serial secret realm, and now maybe she is in the rest area?

I don't think much about it, I just meditate on the spot to restore my aura.

As expected, when I opened my eyes again, my position had changed.

At this moment, Shi Xian is on a lonely island, with a blue ocean on all sides, and the sea is filled with white mist, and there is no end to the past at a glance.

The sea was calm, not even a single ripple appeared, and the silence was a little abnormal.

At the moment when Shi Xian got up, a gray-clothed monk suddenly appeared opposite her, with an unremarkable face, and only a pair of shrewd eyes looked around the whole area the moment he stepped on the ground.

Then the grey monk found a place to sit on his own, as if he did not see Shi Xian.

Shi Xian looked at his almost transparent body, and then looked at the grayfriar carefully, his body also seemed to be transparent.

Moments later, however, another white friar appeared on the island, and in the same way, she was unaware of the presence of anyone else on the shore.

Shi Xian keenly saw that the gray-clothed monk's expression changed a little the moment he saw the white-clothed nun.

This shows that the Friar in White can see the nun in white, but the nun in white cannot see him or herself.

Shi Xian suddenly realized that the person who stepped on this isolated island first could see the monks who came before him, but he could not see the monks who came before him.

Maybe when Shi Xian was looking at the other two, he was also being looked at.

Shi Xian silently found a corner to stay, silently waiting for the next changes.

She had just seen the Greyfriar try to touch the Whiten's clothes, only to have his hand run directly through the Whiten's clothes.

The grayfriar's face showed an expression that was indeed the case, and Shi Xian also knew that he was safe for the time being.

Then six more monks stepped in, a total of three male and three female monks, two of whom were dressed similarly, and both were demon cultivators, who should have come from a certain area.

Just as Shi Xian silently looked at the monks present, he faintly heard a small voice in his ears.

It was like the sound of the sea crashing against the shore, one after another, and it became clearer and clearer.

In the layers of fog, a small wooden boat slowly lifted the fog layer, slowly revealing its body. The stern of the boat swayed regularly, pushing the boat closer in their direction.

When the boat touched the shore of the island, the fog that had enveloped everyone completely disappeared, and the previously almost transparent body began to materialize, and the figures of the ten monks present were slowly revealed.

Shi Xian saw that the eight monks coming behind him were all looking at each other in surprise, and felt that something was wrong in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head, and saw that behind her, a young girl who was less than her waist unfolded a seemingly sweet but strange smile at her.

Looking at the arc of the cracked corners of her mouth, Shi Xian stared at her eyes quietly, and said slowly, "Hello." ”

The girl didn't show a trace of surprise when she saw Shi Xian, and greeted her so calmly, the curvature of the corners of her mouth became deeper and deeper, and she said sweetly: "Hello." ”

"Do you want to go ashore on the island?" said the hoarse man who couldn't see his face clearly, and although his voice was small, it was very clear to everyone's ears.

One of the friars couldn't wait to stand up and ask, "Which shore?"

There was no trace of emotion in the captain's voice, "Naturally, it is the shore you want to go to." ”

Hearing this reply, the ten people present instantly had various thoughts in their hearts.

Then a clear male voice asked, "How can I get ashore?"

"The boat is too old to take too many people...... Just as the captain's voice continued, a figure swept by like lightning, speeding through the crowd, and before many people could react, they jumped directly onto the boat out of thin air.

Before Shi Xian could act, he heard a sound that seemed to be a laugh drifting by in his ears, and the little girl beside her reached out her hand, revealing the sharp nails hidden underneath, and slashed at the monk's back out of thin air.

A light breeze brushed his cheeks, and then the monk's body, which had been cut in half diagonally from his waist.

Blood spurted, instantly stained with black stones, the upper body and lower body were completely separated, and there was not even a scream, the monk died directly.

The rest of the monks present were instantly frightened by her move, and the weapons in their hands tightened, and the muscles in their bodies were tense.