Hide the silt!

Li Taibai's name is the Qinglian Sword Immortal! All because the Qinglian defense in his hand is everywhere, and every petal can defend him against attacks, leaf by leaf, guarding himself, just like the lotus leaf in the period lurking in the mud, not touching ten thousand laws.

However, if the lotus flower is full of flowers, the moment the lotus shrinks to bloom, the formed sword lotus will capture all the sword light that dances from each sword and instantly merge it into one place. In an instant, the incomparable sword light can leap into the sea and reach the sky.

It's a pity that the scholar just took a chaotic step under his feet, and he couldn't bloom this lotus flower into one.

This may be the reason why his cultivation is not deep, Li Taibai in the Kaiyuan period, when the sword leaves are fanned, the lotus is opened in the land, and the cold light is everywhere.

Looking at the lotus flowers around the scholar, and then at the surrounding silence and cold environment, Mr. Wei looked back and raised his head, but the god in his eyes seemed to have dissipated a little, and he muttered, "Lotus...... Can't open... Finish. ”

Holding the hilt of the sword upside down with both hands, the assassin reversed the short sword in his hand in the momentum of jumping, pointing the tip of the sword downward, and the whole person fell down sharply with the force of the fall.

From a distance, the head of the venomous snake, which was glowing black, had been raised high, and before anyone could react, it pointed at its prey like lightning.

Seeing that the assassin had already crossed into the air when he changed his footwork, the scholar suddenly stepped forward again, then quickly held his footsteps, raised his head, and placed the sword in his hand diagonally to the other side of his body, all the movements like flowing clouds, as if he had done all this in the long river of time.

This blue sky and white clouds can't take away the loneliness brought by the loneliness of the mountains and the barrenness of the land. The scarf reader who drew his sword and raised his head and the masked man who was covered in black, covered in lunar calendars, and had crazy eyes were staging a fight to the death at this time.

Although it was not satisfied, it had flowers and leaves, lotus flowers, and black light, and the cold and evil poisonous snake looked like the immortal who slayed the demon in the monster's strange life and the monster who slaughtered human nature and intended to kill immortals.

The two people under the tree on the other side squatted Han Qiufen with unblinking eyes looking at the two figures facing each other like immortals and demons, and took peanuts into the small cloth pocket held by Mr. Wei to eat. Although he watched attentively, the movements of his hands were not slow at all, he grabbed a small handful and stuffed it into his mouth, and his cheeks swelled slightly.

Mr. Wei, who was sitting, was also engrossed in looking at the two people in the distance, perhaps because he was too focused on watching, Mr. Wei took out a peanut and put it in his mouth for a long time, chewed it slowly, and ate it for a long time.

With the black light and the fishy wind rushing to the face, the lotus shook and shook, and the scholar's hand, with the sound of breaking the wind, it rose from the bottom and fell into a full moon, slashing obliquely upwards with the brilliance.

The serpent has also arrived.

The sharp and cold fangs instantly collided with the silver-white luster of the crescent moon knife light.

Poof!

The sound of the strip of cloth being cut in an instant came out.

Click, after two successive sounds, two heavy objects appeared in the eyes of several people, which were two halves of corpses.

It was the two halves of the body that had fallen from the place where the fangs and sword light had just hit, and the wounds on the two halves of the corpse were cut open, and the cut was very fast, and the exposed flesh was very flat and smooth.

Only a pair of eyes could be seen on the masked man's face, a pair of eyes that had not had time to be frightened and stunned, and were fierce and cruel until death.

The scholar's figure was in the position below the sword light, because he was splashed with blood that suddenly shot out from the top of his head. The gray robe he had been wearing turned crimson at this time, and the blood color took away half of the immortal's clear light, making it more mysterious and evil.

"Ande leans on the Heavenly Sword,

Cut the whale across the sea. ”

Bang bang bang!

Han Qiufen stood up and clapped his hands, as if he was smashing away the crumbs on his hands, as if he was slapping them for the scholar's swordsmanship.

Standing up with the tree trunk behind him, while Han Qiufen helped Mr. Wei pat the dust and dead leaves behind him, Mr. Wei frowned a little seriously, looked at the corpses left and right, raised his head, and said to the scholar in a heavy tone: "You killed someone, this is a bit difficult to do." ”

Wiping a few drops of blood from the long sword on his sleeve, the scholar smiled and said in an indifferent tone: "It's okay, I'll take care of everything." I went to the yamen myself. ”

After hearing the scholar's words, Mr. Wei raised his hand and waved it in the air, still frowning, and continued to say: "This thing can be without, besides, this person is a killer, a person who does not know anyone, can take someone's life because of money, it is really hateful." He wants to kill you, and if you kill him, it's nothing. ”

The scholar didn't speak, just nodded, stuffed the sword into the bookcase, took off his robe and put it in his hand, and walked over quickly.

After thinking for a moment again, Mr. Wei's eyebrows stretched a little, "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, this matter can be solved, but your method can't be used, listen to me." As soon as he slapped the hat on the ground and put it on, Mr. Wei walked forward as he spoke.

"Then are we still going to cut down trees?" the scholar hurriedly shouted loudly towards Mr. Wei who was walking forward and Han Qiufen who was following closely behind.

"Cut!" Mr. Wei's movements did not stop, and the voice came from far and near.

Shaking his head, the somewhat depressed scholar pulled up his throat and shouted again, "Which one!" There was a little helplessness in his tone.

"The one I just leaned on..."