Last night's heavy rain was majestic, and it is still the same today, without any signs of abating, Li Xiaoyi has been standing all night, and its knife is still ringing.

He was the only one in the courtyard, his heart followed the knife, and in the undulating sound, his thoughts were mixed with him, and it was his heartbeat, but it was like the breath of a knife.

From the beginning of holding the knife, to the killing of the black-faced zombie, and then in the ring, several hearty fights, every time he held the knife, he floated in Li Xiaoyi's mind.

Especially Mu Jianchen's second turn of sword intent, as well as Qu Baishan's sword like thunder, he was thinking hard.

The experience on the fighting field made Li Xiaoyi understand that the fast, accurate and ruthless knife is not as good as the random swing of the artistic conception, the knife does not move, and the intention to kill is the fighting principle in the cultivation world.

So he didn't blindly take out the knife, but listened to his own heart, undulating on the blade.

The moment he suddenly opened his eyes, a white light flashed in the air, and in the heavy rain, a rippled in front of Li Xiaoyi.

It doesn't go away for a long time, it goes on and on, but it doesn't happen, so it spins and turns, like the ups and downs of a windmill, bringing up bursts of splashes.

Dao Lin saw this and said "Huh", Dao Jing Zhenren also frowned, the two glanced at each other, and did not say anything, the knives outside the house were still flashing in the rain.

The rain curtain in front of Li Xiaoyi turned into a whirlpool, and his knife was still held in his hand without moving.

The disciples of Kunlun were shocked by the scene in front of them, and among the three generations of disciples who came to the Shushan Sword Sect, only Zhang Sheng and Chen Yueling comprehended the sword intent.

Li Xiaoyi's knife didn't move, but he intended to go, which was particularly eye-catching, but Zhang Sheng's brows were wrinkled even tighter.

It's not fog, it's mang, but the scene in front of you is not that simple.

The sword was ringing, and the sound was like the teeth of a fierce beast, constantly gnawing at flesh and blood.

makes people nervous, Li Xiaoyi never opened his eyes, from night to morning, he didn't move, if it wasn't for the vision in front of him, everyone would think that the person was already asleep.

The sky was overcast, the clouds obscured the sky, and the viper-like electric light shuttled through the clouds from time to time, and the thunder continued, but it could not hide the sound of knives.

The water ripples rolled, constantly rotated, the form became larger, and when he stood upright, Daojing Zhenren finally couldn't help it, and his eyes were full of shock.

Dao Lin's face also changed suddenly, only Chen Yueling, who was leaning in front of the window, showed a smile on the corner of her mouth, and all the three generations of disciples, including Kunlun, gasped.

Because they saw a dragon.

And thousands of miles away from the Shushan Sword Sect, a sword light suddenly appeared in the wilderness, flashing like chasing the stars and the moon.

A human head flew up, and there was no moment when blood bloomed, and some black mist evaporated.

The same scene, not far away, is happening in the same way.

The two people wearing the costumes of the Shushan Sword Sect, the sword light fused, turned into a blade of light, and from the neck of the black-faced zombie, another human head flew up.

One of the people who stepped into the air glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and then looked at the other two rays of light in a blink of an eye, until the two of them also landed closer, and then smiled slightly: "I won." ”

"Come on, Senior Brother Xu, if you hadn't started first, Senior Brother Zhang and I might not have been slower than you. It was a handsome young man who spoke.

Xu Yu smiled and didn't argue, turned his eyes to look in the direction of Fengyang Prefecture and said, "The more you go over there, the more black-faced zombies there are, let's go back." ”

"Don't, Senior Brother Xu, you have gone down the mountain once, this is the first time that we are so free, and there are zombies to kill, let's go forward and investigate." The junior brother surnamed Zhang said with a reluctant face.

The young junior brother who had just spoken also echoed on the side, Xu Yu smiled bitterly, remembering the scene when he went down the mountain for the first time, it was really full of embarrassment.

Not to mention chasing and killing Li Xiaoyi, this seemingly hand-to-hand thing was not done well, and there were a lot of jokes in the mortal world.

He looked up at the sky in the distance, and just when he wanted to say something, his face suddenly froze, and he turned his head and shouted: "Be careful!"

However, the incident happened suddenly, and the dirt on the ground suddenly exploded around, and the upturned soil did not give the two of them a chance to react at all, and the blood sprayed, pouring Xu Yu on his face.

His two classmates bowed their heads in disbelief, blood flowed profusely, and in two different positions on their chests and abdomen, Huo Ran had two more arms that passed through him.

Xu Yu's eyes were split, and he didn't want to raise the flying sword, but he didn't expect the black-faced zombie on the opposite side to react faster, turn into a streamer, withdraw and retreat sharply, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

On the wilderness, there were only two bodies left that were constantly convulsing and him, Xu Yu released his divine sense in all directions, and he didn't find anything, with his cultivation in the True Dan period, he couldn't find the other party.

There are only two reasons, one is that the other party is too fast, so fast that he can't imagine it, and the other is that his cultivation is about the same as his own, or higher.

The passage of life is very fast, Xu Yu looked at the two people who were still alive just now, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two corpses, and his heart was like a knife.

What pained him the most was what he was going to do next, the flying sword in his hand was trembling, the expression on his face was complicated and distorted, and all kinds of thoughts of struggle turned into torment.

The moment the flying sword was shot, he closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened his eyes, for some reason, the wasteland in his eyes was full of blood.

Looking up to the sky and roaring, his voice trembled, and gradually turned into a cry, there was still movement in the distance, and the flying sword in Xu Yu's hand immediately clenched again.

His eyes were full of flames of hatred, burning brightly......

Li Xiaoyi's knife was still ringing, buzzing constantly, and a water dragon in front of him rolled up.

"Shape and fix the soul, the human soul is fixed, and the aura of heaven and earth is attracted to gather the ......"

The voice whispered, resounding in his mind, engrossed, and empty-minded Li Xiaoyi, the breath in his body moved, and the vertical cut of the blade on the ground was raised to his chest, slightly skewed.

Changing the hand to the knife drawing style, the center of gravity of the body moves to the right, the breathing is steady, and the soft groan of the knife body echoes each other, one person and one knife, and turns into one.

The voice was still saying: "Take the meaning as the pen, the divine thought as the knife, carve the dragon and draw the scales, the condensation angle and hook the mouth, and the back as a horizontal stroke......"

The mind follows the heart, the heart follows the knife, Li Xiaoyi's movements are slow, every step, every knife, seems to fit a certain rhythm.

Dao Lin has already stood up, and the Dao scene is the same, the hall is quiet, only one person in the courtyard has a knife and a dragon, people move and the knife goes, and the knife moves and the dragon is tangible.

"Condense the soul of the gods, condense the soul of the dragon, condense the soul of the sword, transform the world into the invisible, lead the essence of the heaven and the earth, turn into people, and lead into the dragon soul!"

The knife momentum changed again, and the cloudy sky also moved, and a water dragon took off its knife and separated from its body, soaring upward, and the dragon's body swayed lightly, hovering over the courtyard where the Kunlun Sect was located.

It immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people, and the divine consciousness of those powerful cultivators above the real person was lurking beside the courtyard of the Kunlun Sect, watching the rain turn into a dragon in the sky.

And when these people found out that such a bold stroke of the dragon came from a cultivator who only had a spiritual period, the surprise in their eyes and the shock in their hearts were incomprehensible.

"The shape of the dragon lies in one intention, the scale of the dragon lies in one thought, the horn of the dragon lies in one heart, and the mouth of the dragon lies in one soul. ”

The knife moved and the wind and clouds changed, and in the thunder of the electric god, the body of the rain dragon rose again, cruising in the clouds and rain.

"The dragon is transformed into a single stroke, one heart, one thought, one mind, one heart, one soul. ”

Integrate and understand, in one go, with a knife, there is a dragon chanting!

The magnificent qi, condensing the dragon's might, Li Xiaoyi listened to the knife in the wind and rain, the knife roared, and the dragon chanted in the air, swinging the knife and slashing.

"One last stroke, the finishing touch!"

The blade of the knife rolls, the snow is as bright as a crescent moon, gradually becoming a circle, a knife swings out, the aura condensed around the body, the soul is separated from the body, and the dragon is connected.

In the rain curtain, he roared and there was a dragon's roar, and under the flickering shadow of the knife, the moment the dragon's eyes opened, the potential divine thoughts around him suddenly retreated, and they didn't dare to get closer.

"A sword rolling dragon bi! Didn't Wuchen say that he had never taught it to the people of Kunlunmen?" Wushi Zhenren's face became a little ugly.

In the secret room, he got up, his mind moved, regardless of Long Wei, and went straight up.

But there was a thought, which suddenly appeared, and against it, the power of the divine soul did not fall behind at all.

Wushi Zhenren narrowed his eyes, and his heart was secretly shocked, but he still said, "But Murong Daoyou?"

There was no response to that thought, and he protected Kunlun's courtyard to the death, so that people could no longer get a glimpse of it, just waiting for the knife to fall completely.

It's no longer a sword rolling dragon, but a knife.

"The young dragon has just become a young dragon, and I hope that all Taoist friends will not bother!" A sudden female voice resounded in the heavens and the earth.

As for the dragon that swooped down, it was suddenly broken by a figure's palm, turning into a downpour, pouring down like a pour.

Dao Jing and Dao Lin Zhenren, the two had already appeared above the courtyard, but they were waiting under the woman.

Wushi Zhenren's face was coldly lit, and he sat upright in the secret room again, his eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the courtyard of Kunlun, Dao Lin and Dao Jing were full of complicated colors, looking at the woman, and slowly walked to Li Xiaoyi, who had passed out.

She had a smile on her face, elegant and dusty, wearing a white dress, not contaminated with the atmosphere of the world, gently stroked Li Xiaoyi's miserable white face, and muttered to herself: "Enter the soul with a knife, and you will come out of what you think." ”

Dao Lin couldn't help but land on the ground and stepped forward and said, "Senior sister, is it really a sword rolling dragon bi?"

Murong Yunyan didn't turn around, his eyes changed from the previous joy to the original indifference: "It should be." ”

Dao Lin and Dao Jing glanced at each other, especially Dao Lin, his face suddenly became a little gloomy and said, "Where did he learn it?"

Murong Yunyan stood up, stretched out his hand, and Li Xiaoyi's body immediately rose from the wet ground, and followed Murong Yunyan to his residence.

"Mu Jianchen that day, a sword rain mist turned into a dragon, he will naturally see it, do you believe senior brother?"