Chapter 44: Like a Dog

"Father, will it ......?"

"Confused, Nan'er, how can you get on that young man's body, do you know what kind of physique that young man is?"

The boy looked dazed.

"That's a soulless body, as long as you make a move, he can see his form, and he is in your body, he can easily peek into the depths of your soul, he can see all this from the depths of your soul. ”

"Did you just use this shadow kill?

The boy was silent, lost in some kind of contemplation.

"Son, you're confused. ”

"How is it? Ye Nantian, did you admit defeat in this bet?"

"Admit defeat, do you think I, Ye Nantian, will be afraid of a former prisoner?"

"Don't worry, no matter what, I can guarantee that the thunderbolt boy will definitely die before this scarecrow. ”

"You're too confident. ”

"If you don't believe me, we'll see. ”

"Qinghe, how should you solve this situation?"

Sheng Chazi's inquiring eyes looked at the sword woman, the woman is not only the person who serves the sword, but also a famous kendo talent in this world, and it is expected that the emperor will carry the banner of kendo for thirty years without falling.

The woman named Qinghe frowned and pondered.

He didn't move, the sword sounded first, and a sword roared as soon as it started, and the sword body had been put into the scabbard, and he came out of the sheath and into the sheath only for a moment.

The sword is like a pool of stagnant water, and the sword is even more stagnant without any waves.

But directly in front of him where he took out his sword, accompanied by the sound of the sword, a white frost blade appeared in the air, and the sword was cold and could not be dispersed for a long time.

Yang Wannian had already noticed this the moment the sound of the sword sounded, and his face was even more shocked when he saw the woman take out the sword.

There is a sword that is as fast as a frightening spirit, there is a sword that is full of momentum, and the bright sword is only in an instant, and the clothes can be brushed away, and there are countless free and easy, countless romances.

The woman's sword was fast, fast to the extreme, fast enough to deceive people's eyes.

Pick the sword, into a point, want to cover up the sword before the sword.

The world only saw the traces left by the frost-white blade, but they didn't see his sword being dismantled into two swords, the key point.

The sword before the frost blade of this sword came out of the sword and picked the sword into a point sword, and really fought with people, this sword was enough to do it, the frost sword fell, and the person had already died under the point sword.

The sword is visible to everyone. Enlightened people have their own high and low, regardless of the realm, only related to comprehension.

Yang Wannian couldn't see the specific process of that sword clearly, but several nodes were very good and he could see it very clearly.

He can sometimes see the results and speculate on the entire trajectory of these swords from the time they go out to the time they go in.

His brain is running very fast, and the moment he sees the result, he has thousands of trajectories in his head, and at the same time denies thousands of them. In the end, there was only one left.

When the black figure crossed the entire mountain peak and suddenly appeared within Yang Wannian's line of sight, Yang Wannian had already sent out the flying sword that had been integrated into his blood.

The flying sword has twelve, into one, and this sword focuses on one sword, no longer twelve swords.

Yang Wannian closed his eyes, thinking about the sword he had just seen, and he was so focused that the black shadow was in front of him, and he didn't know it at all.

This sword shape is fast, and it is intended to be cold.

As much as you perceive, you will exert as much as you want.

At the last moment, he finally decided to give it a go.

Toll......

The sound of a sword that was weaker than before rang out.

Although the sound of the sword roar was a little weaker than before, there was another sound in the sword sound.

Rumble......

Yang Wannian closed his eyes, the flying sword in the sky, as if he held the sword himself, the flying sword was unsheathed, but when the sword went down, a black blade was also left in the air, and there was a golden thunder blade like a small heavenly thunder wrapped in the black blade.

At this moment, black is no longer black, white is not white, the world is upside down, and suddenly there is an illusion, as if this touch is the most dazzling brilliance in the world, which can define all colors.

"What?"

After a black blade went down, the sword girl, who had always had a cold face, was moved for the first time.

"Qinghe, why are you surprised?"

The white-robed Sheng Chazi asked questions with a smile on his face, and his expression was not surprised, as if he had already seen through all this.

"Old Ancestor, that person's kendo talent is really amazing. ”

"How?"

The old man seems to be deliberately letting this girl who is not only a sword maid, but also the most optimistic and potential girl in the sword of his birth, express his unique opinions.

After the development and growth of a young man, the cultivation realm abounds beyond the woman Qinghe.

It's like stretching out your hand to grab sand on the beach, and it's a lot of grabbing, and there are not a few people who are more talented in kendo than this woman.

But the old man still fell in love with this cold little girl doll at a glance.

It's not that the elderly have any bad habits.

The specific reason, maybe the old man can't say, Xu is the girl who served the old man as a slave The moment she saw the old ancestor holding the sword, she had completely forgotten the identity of the master and servant, straightened her waist, and stood on the spot.

At that moment, it seemed that she was shining in front of the sword, her self-confidence came from the sword, and the sword would also be extremely glorious because of her.

At that moment, the old man turned around and saw a complete sword heart that was about to move.

There are some trivial things to deal with when leaving the old man in the extreme north this time, of course, more of them are specially for one thing, to sharpen the sword heart of Qinghe and help him achieve his sword heart.

When the old ancestor asked him, her expression recovered a little.

Qinghe quickly shook his head.

"It shouldn't be talent, his whole body can't touch any talent, and this is the same for his cultivation. ”

"What's that?"

"An inexplicable and wonderful thing, I can only see one of them, self-confidence, and something that is integrated into the blood, as if he has a sword in his blood, he is a sword, I only have a sword heart, he can read the heart of the sword, I am not very sure, there will be such a person in the world, so, just one. ”

"He doesn't have any talent at all, which can be seen from the fact that he has survived two powerful thunder tribulations, but only improved to the realm of one heaven, of course, it may also have something to do with his special qi sea, but I can't feel the existence of his qi sea, I can't know it exactly, but I believe that he has no talent. ”

"Although there is no talent, but Qinghe, you have to remember, no one will underestimate this so-called lack of talent, everything in the world is true and false, virtual and real, from nothing to something, from existence to nothing, it is difficult to say clearly, such a person can not be measured in the realm, grow up, not to be underestimated, at least, the current so-called genius demon, he kills these people like slaughtering dogs. ”