Could it be that Bai Mu is also an unborn kendo wizard?" someone muttered.

"Yijie Sanxiu was able to enter the Pregnancy God Realm at such a young age, presumably he had a great immortal fate. A white-bearded protector turned his head to the slightly obese protector next to him, "Last time, there was such a junior who wrote down a stroke at one time, or that female doll of the Han family, right?"

The Dao Protector surnamed Tu frowned, his body was slightly fat and short, and he looked clumsy, but he was actually one of the few sword cultivators in the Spirit Vein Dao Protector level, and he had also tried to copy these two words under the guidance of his master back then.

"The Bai family's 'two three' sword intent can only be felt on this plaque now...... The female doll of the Han family is a well-known sword idiot, and she is fortunate to understand a remnant of the Bai family's 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword' from the Han family's Sword Pavilion. ”

"This Bai Mu has been found out clearly by the spiritual vein, there is no teacher, let alone the Han family's general knowledge, how can it be ......?"

Just when the outside world was discussing fiercely, Bai Mu, the protagonist of the turmoil, was already miserable!

"Does this sword intent belong to Erha? Don't dismantle it! Please!"

Bai Mu easily practiced a little rudimentary Xiandu Street, and was slashed by the long sword that claimed to "break through the Xiandu in one go", and the ancient stone pavement of Xiandu and the flying horns of the Red Mansion were shattered and poured, just to write a stroke, Bai Mu's hard work since breaking through the Pregnant God Realm was all burned!

"What's the matter?!! Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Bai Mu's vast sea of knowledge like a giant lake churned, and the miraculous skills of the Pregnant God Chapter of "Nine Turns through Xuan" were particularly laborious, and a large seal was formed over the sea of knowledge, Bai Mu had a splitting headache, but with his cultivation, he could only form a phantom.

The big seal is impressively written with the four big characters of "mountains and rivers are eternal", and it is heavily pressed to the long sword in Bai Mu's sea of knowledge, the closer it is to the long sword, the more large the sword is, and finally only the hilt of the sword is large, but it is more condensed, carrying an irresistible force, and the long sword will be permanently pressed on Bai Mu's sea of knowledge

However, Bai Mu's desperate efforts did not achieve the effect he wanted, the long sword was domineering, and it already had the momentum of opening mountains and tearing the soil, but it wanted to smash Bai Mu's "mountain and river seal".

A cold snort came from the misty immortal capital diagram that had been suspended in the middle of Bai Mu's sea of knowledge, and Bai Mu emitted a boundless power from the place where he couldn't see clearly, and the mountains and rivers seemed to be reborn, condensed like a real thing, and pressed the long sword fiercely!

The crowd outside watched in amazement as Bai Mu turned his wrist, and was about to write a second stroke, and when he was about to exclaim, Bai Mu, who had not reacted, spit out a mouthful of blood and threw away the ordinary long sword in his hand like a ghost.

No one noticed that the first painting of the word "two" that had shone on the plaque for countless years had quietly lost a bit of charm.

Bai Mu burst into a sentence, and patted his right hand that was holding the sword with his left hand: "Still writing, still writing, it's not over, right?!"

He was traumatized, and his consciousness quickly blurred, and when everyone saw him fainting, they did not forget to kick the long sword that fell at his feet far away, as if it was a snake that would bite him......

Tang Yueke, who can be the culprit of this farce, was at a loss for a while: she just wanted to give Bai Mu a dismount, and almost everyone would try to write here, including her Tang Yueke.

The sword intent she faced at the beginning was like an unopened blade, just a warning, but she knew that if she continued to write, she would definitely die. No one would gamble their lives on such an indifferent matter, so the guy who can really leave a mark on the mottled stone pillar is either a true martial idiot or a master who has been trekking on the way of the kendo for many years.

"This guy ......" she looked at Bai Mu's eyes flickering, "Could it be that this is the heart of Old Man Jiang's praise?"

If Bai Mu knew her thoughts, he would definitely cry out: if that sword intent was also a warning that there was no attack, he wouldn't write it down if he was killed!

As soon as he came up, he was about to crush his Zhihai, and Bai Mu was also desperate!

In short, when Bai Mu first arrived, the spirit vein disciple who was originally hostile to him suddenly felt that he needed to re-weigh the importance of this loose cultivation. More high-level walkers and apostle-level "passers-over" looked at Bai Mu who was unconscious, and wanted to know what kind of gains he had after copying the first stroke. There are even people who are ready to move, and want to try their sword again to leave a mark on the plaque.

......

Bai Mu felt that he was walking on the streets of the Xiandu, the streets that were beginning to take shape did not have the magical scene of the immortals wandering in the Xiandu map, and at this moment, the streets were even more unruly, and there were traces of sword intent raging everywhere.

He finally walked to the center of the immortal capital, where a seal was pressed with a long sword, Bai Mu's sea of knowledge was slowly recovering, and the seal was becoming more and more substantial, and after stopping the pen, the momentum of the long sword became more and more shallow.

Bai Mu's incarnation in the sea of knowledge was possessed and gently touched this horizontal, and the boundless sword intent once again overwhelmed him, but this time there was no murderous aura.

Bai Mupan sat in the sea of swords, as if he could grasp the charm of "all swords carry thousands of miles, and break the immortal capital in one go", he indulged in this wonderful swordsmanship, disassembling and reorganizing the sword moves.

"It's a pity that this sword is intentionally invisible...... It's a little familiar, and it seems to complement the sword of the Han family's big-breasted Lori. ”

Bai Mu opened his eyes and used his fingers as a sword, the simplest chopping action, fusing the domineering sword intent he had realized, even had a bit of the taste of opening mountains and tearing the earth.

"It's a pity that the sword moves of the Green Snake True Monarch are cold and tricky, this domineering sword intent is fierce and upright, there is no way to fuse it together, otherwise the power of the 'Seven Kills' sword can be even higher......"

Bai Mu licked his lips, remembering the beautiful side face under the black robe in the light of the firelight of the talisman: "When I see that big-breasted Lori who cherishes words like gold again, I must let her hand over her sword moves." ”

Bai Mu put away his sword qi, looked at the broken bricks and tiles around him, sighed upward, and began to work on the "post-disaster reconstruction" work, secretly swearing in his heart that there would always be a fairy capital to finish, and invite the sixteen sword intents left over from the "two threes" to come to the immortal capital as a guest!

"I know that the sea is quite big!"

......

At the Kyoto train station, Wang Hongliang, a pickpocket leader who was almost kicked into a concussion, sat next to the railing not far from the security checkpoint and smoked with half of his face swollen.

The brothers knew that he was in a terrible mood, and after saying hello to him, they went to "work hard". Wang Hongliang's pig-like head is really eye-catching, so he can only sit and do nothing.

Kyoto in Great Xia is 367 degrees, and Wang Hongliang is still sweating when he sits in the shadows. Suddenly, a heart-piercing cold air approached Wang Hongliang, and he shivered violently, and an emotionless cold male voice came from behind him:

"Excuse me...... How to get to Ersan Hutong......"

"Why is Ersan Hutong so familiar...... Wang Hongliang turned around and was about to scold his mother, but the person who saw the words suddenly stopped talking, and the cigarette in his mouth fell unconsciously.

A young man who looked at most fifteen or sixteen years old, with dark circles under his eyes that seemed to have not closed his eyes for three or three nights, his complexion was so white that he did not look like a living person, and what was even more terrifying was that he stared at Wang Hongliang's eyes as if he had no whites, and he was carrying a life-size cuboid wooden box behind him, the shape and color were like ...... It's like ......

The boy's Mandarin was a little lame, and he spoke again patiently:

"Excuse me...... How to get to Ersan Hutong......"

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