"Sword three, one sword weekday sun and moon!"

As the Venerable Purple Thunder shouted, he saw that the sword in his hand was raised above the top, and a sword qi rushed into the sky, and a thousand-zhang giant sword condensed by sword qi had already appeared above his head.

With another shout from the Venerable Purple Thunder, the thousand-zhang giant sword slashed down, and suddenly, a crack more than a zhang wide and more than thousands of zhang long appeared directly in front of Wei Wuji.

The figure of the Purple Thunder Master moved like the wind, and the thousand-zhang giant sword continued to slash down, and the sword fell silently, as cracks continued to appear one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a huge sword word composed of cracks was clearly displayed in front of Wei Wuji.

This sword looks even more unrealistic, it seems to be winning with strength, but the control of the sword qi, as well as the condensation of the sword qi, is also on top of the second sword, especially the momentum of the sun and the moon can also be cut down by the sword, which is really amazing.

Wei Wuji couldn't describe the three swords of the Purple Thunder Master in words, all he had was a look of shock and reverence, these three swords, if the Purple Thunder Master burst out with all their power, I am afraid that they would never be inferior to the destructive power brought by the black gas ripples when they erupted outside the Luofeng Slope!

With a "choking" sound, the sword was already in its sheath, and the figure of the Venerable Purple Thunder had already moved in front of Wei Wuji, and he said with a smile: "Can you see clearly?"

Wei Wuji bowed and said without daring to conceal it: "Seven, seven, eight, eight."

Zi Lei said: "Just know its shape and understand its meaning, you don't have to copy it completely." ”

Wei Wuji said: "Disciple understands. ”

The Venerable Purple Thunder nodded with satisfaction, and then after he taught Wei Wuji in detail the techniques of the three-style sword technique and some points to pay attention to, he looked up at the sky and said, "Child, take care of Xiaohuan!"

Wei Wuji nodded solemnly and said, "Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely do his best to protect him!"

The Venerable Purple Thunder nodded, and seeing that Wei Wuji wanted to speak and stopped, he waved his hand and said, "There are some things that you can't deal with now, so it's better that you don't want to know." ”

As soon as the figure moved, Xiaohuan swept out of the attic, and he came to the Venerable Purple Thunder and said, "Master, the things have been packed."

The Venerable Purple Thunder touched Xiaohuan's head, reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiaohuan, follow Senior Brother Wuji, we'll see you inside!"

Xiaohuan raised his head and said with an affirmative expression: "Xiaohuan will definitely see the master and the ancestor again, and return to the Sword Sect together when the time comes!"

"Haha......"

The Venerable Purple Thunder let out a long laugh: "Okay, let's go back to the Sword Sect together when the time comes!"

The Venerable Purple Thunder left, and his sword volleyed into the air, drawing a brilliant purple arc in the sky, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye, leaving only his faint poem in the air:

"Thousands of years of cultivation, the demons are smoking, and with a flick of the fingers, the world has its own sword!"

Wei Wuji looked at the beautiful arc of the sky that gradually dissipated, and his ears echoed with the poem of the Purple Thunder Master, and his heart could not be calm for a long time, he didn't know what the Purple Thunder Master was going to do?

However, Wei Wou-Ki looked at the distant figure and his naked upper body, and couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance in his heart, Master, you don't have to be in such a hurry when you go back, why don't you leave me a piece of clothing!

Wei Wuji shook his head and let out a long sigh.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, in this small world, things like him were happening one after another, and many monks who were thought to have fallen in Luofengpo by the outside world continued to appear in the eyes of the world, and they were successively swept towards the depths of this world, and in the sky, arcs appeared from time to time, like beautiful rainbows, dazzling!

Xiaohuan's surname is Guo, and Wei Wuji also knows from his mouth that as early as thousands of years ago, there were people from the Daomen who quietly entered the Luofeng Slope from time to time, and they were scattered all over the world, waiting for an opportunity to come that did not know when it would start or end, some people had been waiting for thousands of years, and some people had unfortunately fallen into the ruthless years of waiting.

And with the official appearance of Luofengpo this time, they finally know that the time they have been waiting for for a long time has finally come!

After they handed over everything around them, they followed the plan of the year without hesitation and went towards the planned destination, not for anything else, only for the human race and the promise of the year!

"I raise Haoran Qi, and I move the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are still there today?

In the depths of the world of Luofengpo, a peak with heavy clouds and mist, accompanied by a heroic song, wearing Confucian clothes, Fang Youzhe, who was holding a white jade fan, slowly fell on the top of the mountain from the air, the breeze came, the Confucian clothes were flying, the jade fan shook gently, and the indescribable elegance was chic, he looked around, frowned slightly and said: "It's early?"

As soon as the words fell, his expression suddenly moved, and then he looked up at the sky.

"Heaven and earth are a mortal root, the world is a jade, the Buddha's light is spiritual, and he wields a sword to cut the worldly body. ”

With the sound of a poem, the light of the Buddha appeared, and the entire mountain top was lit up, and a peaceful and transcendent atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire sky.

Suddenly, the light of the Buddha shrank, and a young monk who was as warm as jade, with an extraordinary temperament, handsome and unparalleled, without a trace of fireworks, calmly fell beside Fang Youzhe.

Fang Youzhe smiled and looked at the young monk who fell from the sky: "Monk, long time no see." ”

The young monk nodded to Fang Youzhe and smiled slightly, and with his smile, behind him, there seemed to be lotus flowers looming everywhere.

'One step at a time, Padmasambhava everywhere', this is clearly a kind of profound realm of the Buddha in the realm of suffering, I can't imagine that the young monk in front of him is so young, he has cultivated the Buddha's mind to such a high and profound realm, it seems that its origin is definitely not simple.

Fang Youzhe and the young monk glanced at each other, and then the two of them smiled slightly, the strong wind suddenly rose, and the figures of the two of them disappeared in the field in an instant.

In the dust and smoke, Fang Youzhe and the young monk's palms were separated, the two of them stood in the air with their hands down, Fang Youzhe's figure was immovable, Confucian clothes were flying, and he was chic, and the young monk on the opposite side stopped in a slight flicker, and the Buddha light behind his head loomed, flashing brightly and darkly.

Fang Youzhe looked at the young monk in front of him, and said with a slight smile: "Monk, your cultivation has improved again, it seems that you are not far from reincarnation." ”

The young monk clasped his palms together, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Senior brother Miao praised, compared with the senior brother, the little monk is really embarrassed by this progress, the senior brother is talented, and the little monk can compare." ”

Fang Youzheyu shook his fan, and was about to speak, when suddenly, his expression moved, and a smile couldn't help but float up, and he said with interest: "Oh, I didn't expect that it was actually him who came." ”

There was a hint of helplessness on the young monk's gentle face, and he smiled bitterly and said, "The little monk hopes that it is not him." ”

It seems that they should be very familiar with the person who came, and they have had a lot of intersections with each other before.

"The knife has a spirit, the person is ruthless, there is no regret when he shoots, and life and death are self-evident. ”

With a long shout, a domineering sword light swept through the air like lightning, and it was on the top of the mountain in an instant.

The sword light flashed away, a tall and burly man, carrying a long knife, and a powerful young man with a sword aura all over his body had already stood in the field, he swept Fang Youzhe and the young monk with a fighting spirit, and after a loud shout, the long knife behind him instantly jumped out of the sheath, and with a bang, a domineering snow-white knife qi had slashed towards Fang Youzhe's head.

"Hey, here you go again!"

It seems that the two have fought many times before, Fang Youzhe sighed slightly, and then his body moved, the milky light flashed, and the jade fan in his hand was fierce, and a huge, majestic aura emanated from his fan, and it bombarded the snow-white sword qi of the mighty young man with a bang.

With a sound of "wave", the snow-white knife qi was shattered by Fang Youzhe's majestic majestic qi, and the mighty young man who followed the sword qi was unmoved, he shouted again, and the knife in his hand slashed at the fan of the jade fan in Fang Youzhe's hand.

Fang Youzhe's face was as plain as water, the jade fan in his hand calmly sank and picked up, and as the aura in his body burst out, with a bang, the figure of the mighty young man swept high, and was directly picked up by the jade fan in Fang Youzhe's hand.

"Good!"

The man was in the air, but there was a sigh of admiration in his mouth, and then his figure folded in the air and fell in front of Fang Youzhe, he put the knife into the sheath, and said after bowing to Fang Youzhe: "Three years of penance, it is still inferior to you." ”

Fang Youzhe smiled: "Everyone is improving, it depends on who takes that step first." ”

The mighty young man nodded, his ambition was high, and he said with an awe-inspiring fighting spirit: "I will definitely break through the mirror and enter the reincarnation before you." ”

The young monk on the side shook his head and smiled at the mighty young man: "It seems that your wish may be difficult to come true, as long as the senior brother is willing, he can immediately break the mirror and enter the reincarnation."

The mighty young man frowned slightly, looked at Fang Youzhe and said, "Is this true?"

Fang Youzhe smiled noncommittally.

The mighty young man's face moved, and he said with an unchanging fighting spirit: "Then I will challenge you after I enter the reincarnation." ”

Following his figure, he turned to the young monk: "Holy Walker Jade Bodhi, why is there only one of the three Bodhis of the Buddha Sect? What about Buddha Bodhi and Xia Bodhi, when will they arrive?"

The young monk Yu Bodhi smiled slightly and said: "They have their own places to go, how can the little monk know!"

Fang Youzhe said to the mighty young man: "Speaking of which, Brother Haobai, shouldn't your Murong Brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect also arrive early?"

The mighty young man's original name was Meng Haobai, and when he heard this, he also said with some dissatisfaction: "That guy, I don't know where he went!"

"Look!"

Yu Bodhi shook his head and said, "I didn't come when I should have come!"

"Monk, what do you mean?"

Meng Haobai sighed, and as soon as he touched the handle of the knife behind his back with his right hand, he had a great disagreement and drew his knife to fight.

Fang Youzhe smiled slightly and said, "Monk, it's not that you don't know that he always wants to find a chance to fight, why mess with him!"

Yu Bodhi shrugged his shoulders, smiled slightly, and stepped aside without saying a word.

Meng Haobai saw Yu Bodhi retreat, and his hand immediately left the hilt, but his eyes would glance at Yu Bodhi from time to time, and he looked very unwilling!

Fang Youzhe came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the beasts and those powerful aliens that were gradually approaching here from a distance, shook the jade fan in his hand, and said in a slightly condensed tone: "The time is coming!"

Yu Bodhi also glanced at those different species, nodded, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his warm and jade-like face, and he said with a Buddha name: "Amitabha, thousands of years, it's time to end!"

Suddenly, the sky in the distance lit up, followed by several arcs rising continuously, Fang Youzhe's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said happily: "Sword Sect!"

Yu Bodhi smiled and looked at the gorgeous arcs that pierced the sky, and proclaimed the Buddha's horn: "It's finally going to begin!"

Meng Haobai on the side didn't make a sound, just held the handle of the knife in his hand, his eyes lit up with flames, and his fighting intent was boiling.