"Does it matter what this woman's name is?" Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and slammed back. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, Bai Shanyue actually gave himself the same name as his wife.

She had dreamed of this woman, but they were nothing like each other!

"The process of forging a sword from a living man is still so cruel, you can figure it out!"

In Yun Xingzhou's view, Ling Xiao was completely in a state of a dead duck's hard mouth, and in line with his rigorous academic belief in the scientific science of sword casting, there was only one way to forge the sword of the spirit, and that was to sacrifice the sword of the living.

"You can not care who you are, but you can't deny the truth. Yun Xingzhou's face sank, it was very rare, he hadn't been angry for a long time.

"Truth?" Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, his red lips hooked lightly, and he hooked his fingers defiantly at Chongyun Xingzhou, "I'll tell you as a person who is thousands of years old and has come over, what is the truth!"

Before the words fell, Yun Xingzhou felt a gust of fist wind rushing straight to the door, and before he could react, he was smashed against the wall by this punch, and the vermilion palace wall collapsed due to the impact of a huge external force.

All of a sudden, the dust was flying.

"The fist is the truth. Ling Xiao smiled and clapped his palms.

Just now I gave him a punch while Yun Xingzhou was not paying attention, and it seems that the power is good.

The woman was dressed in an orange-red gauze dress, standing at the gate of the palace with her waist crossed, her figure slender and slender, and the moonlight reflected her face, like a dream. She looked at the dusty sky and the corners of her mouth rose, but her eyes were extremely cold, like knives and swords.

She annoyed Yun Xingzhou, why didn't Yun Xingzhou anger her?

The three words of Bai Shanyue, no one can defile.

Just because he gave up becoming an immortal and chose to save this world, he is not sorry for anyone of you who is alive now!

Leaving Baishan Yue, Ling Xiao Sword was indeed not as powerful as rumored, and the tribulation period in the realm was like an empty word. However, at the same time, apart from Kunlun's Heaven and Earth Annihilation Array, no formation or person could kill her.

In many battles, as long as you don't die, you can be invincible.

This is the truth that Bai Shanyue taught her.

Although the idiot himself did not comply.

She is not afraid of anyone in this world.

"First Sword Forger?" Ling Xiao looked at Yun Xingzhou, who was standing up and standing in front of her, raised his eyebrows, and quipped, "Sure enough, there are many swords." ”

I saw that the middle-aged man's face was gloomy, there was a crimson aura flickering on his body, his clothes were windless, and there were countless flying swords floating behind him, the tips of the swords pointed directly at Ling Xiao, ready to attack.

Ling Xiao's eyes were straight when she saw so many swords, if these swords were given to Bai Xiuxiu, her infinite sword system would probably be terrifying.

"It seems that you haven't been abandoned in the Tang Dynasty Palace all these years......" Ling Xiao smiled meaningfully, the swordsmith is a profession that burns money, if it is not hired by the Tang Dynasty with a high salary, I am afraid that it will be full of private pockets.

Yun Xingzhou understood what Ling Xiao said almost instantly, he thought that his character was as upright as his facial features, and he felt extremely insulted by the sarcasm in Ling Xiao's words.

This anger was directly reflected in the sound of the swords of hundreds of magic weapons behind him.

"Weng-"

Ling Xiao only felt noisy. In the sword mound, tens of thousands of flying swords are not as noisy as the broken swords of Yun Xingzhou, otherwise how can you say that children are annoying? These swords, which are only a few hundred years old, dare to bark in front of their ancestors.

"That's how you did the palace security?" The sound of swords obviously made a noise to the nobles in the palace, and the palaces lit candles one after another, and Ling Xiao could even see the Imperial Forest Army rushing towards here.

Yun Xingzhou snorted coldly, but he still waved his hand to lay down the enchantment with a straight mouth.

He really should loosen his muscles, after all, the demons in the National Teacher's Mansion also need him to take action.

He knew that he couldn't kill Ling Xiao, but even if he was extremely angry, he wouldn't move the idea of killing her. The least likely person in the world to kill Ling Xiao is him.

Just like you can never underestimate the importance of a figure for an otaku.

The "Lingxiao Sword" is a unique figure in the world for Yun Xingzhou! What's more, Bai Shanyue's casting level is indeed very good, the Lingxiao Sword conforms to the perfect ratio in terms of sword width and height, and the structural density completely follows the physical logic.

The sword-forging technique and carving technique are even more unique, making this sword both practical (lethal here) and aesthetic (beauty here)!

Although he was embarrassed to admit it, if he hadn't met Fang Cun, after coming out of the Kunlun Sword Shrine, his Dao heart was almost on the verge of collapse.

Once people find out that what they are good at, there are others who are more talented, and the distance between you cannot be equaled by hard work.

It's easy to have two consequences.

One is blind effort, which is more positive.

The other is to give up completely.

He was originally the latter, but because of Fang Cun, he chose the former.

And, after tonight, his results will be revealed. No one can stand in his way!

Ling Xiao looked at the hundreds of sword lights flying towards him, a trace of scarlet flashed in his amber pupils, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

War!

......

Yu Lingji walked in front with the Chuyang Sword, and suddenly felt a little funny. Obviously, yesterday they were running away from this strange sun, but today they are like the heroes who "know that there is fu in the mountains, and prefer to go to the mountains".

So, Master didn't lie to him.

Life is full of wonderful reversals.

The closer they got to that red fireball, the higher the temperature they felt, and the Early Sun Sword seemed to be echoing something, and it became hotter and hotter.

This is the origin.

The sword they were looking for was obsidian. Legend has it that the crumbs of the sun.

Unlike this illusion, the First Yang Sword can really burn people except for the fish spirit machine.

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan, you're so cool here. Bai Xiuxiu ran to Li Xuanyuan's side and felt very cool.

Ink Yang left the fish spirit machine and walked to Li Xuanyuan's side, and he also felt the same way. The air around Li Xuanyuan was indeed cooler than other places.

He dragged his chin and thought, could it be that the iceberg cool brother character can still make the temperature drop around?

Li Xuanyuan stiffened his face, but handed the mountain and river jade broken sword in his hand to Bai Xiuxiu.

The slightest cold sensation was instantly transmitted from the palm of the hand to the whole body.

"Wow!" Bai Xiuxiu blushed, her sideburns were drenched with sweat, and her cheeks were crimson, but her eyes were extraordinarily bright, "Thank you, senior brother!"

Then Bai Xiuxiu held the sword and approached Li Xuanyuan in small steps.

Well, it can't be hot enough to get my brother.

Ink Yang felt that the cold air instantly shifted to Bai Xiuxiu's surroundings, he glanced at Li Xuanyuan, who was expressionless, and then at Bai Xiuxiu, who looked shy, these two people were getting closer and closer!

......

Is this the subtle ambiguity between the male and female protagonists? Ah Wei is dead!

He turned his head again to look at the fish who was isolated by everyone and had a question mark on his face, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Ah! How can it be cultivated! This is the soul of the group!

Only Senior Brother Lingji is the same as him!

But within a few months, Ink Yang will sadly find that the fish spirit is not the same as him.

"We are different, we are different, and each one has our own ...... Object. ”