The situation on the field changed rapidly, and the scales of the goddess of victory began to tilt gradually.

Luo Wu and the cadres are both idiots on the road of cultivation.

The Danjing scrolls that flew and fought in the air were all written by this quiet woman in the Danshen Pavilion with peach blossoms all over the mountain, one stroke at a time.

The pen is full of flowers, and the Danjing has a spirit.

But the flying sword hanging high in the sky has the same heart and mind as the master, and the flying sword roars violently into a torrent of steel, which also has the tragic meaning of the golden iron horse on the battlefield.

The Danjing scroll, whose texture is already slightly fragile, is also like a woman's body, after all, it can't withstand long-term whipping, the Danjing scroll crumbles into slag, and the hazy blue light on the Danjing scroll full of hairpins disappears, and it falls to the ground from mid-air unsustainably.

The cadre will abandon the hundred swords in the sky and not use them, and another sword in his hand, which is very different at the moment.

This sword he rarely shows, is his wife in the inner gate of the artifact peak for him to cast the famous sword, the sword body of the water cracked like an ice crevice but natural, the wife of the knot for this sword poured all his heart and soul into this sword, he loved his wife with the name of this sword name.

Mo evil, Mo evil.

The snowflakes and the flying scrolls fell together, and the resolute-faced cadres stepped into the meteor sword together, revealing the figure of the sword-wielding gallop in the snow. The ups and downs of the hundred swords in the cyan Dan River made the Dan River far inferior to the speed of the Dan River, and Luo Wu, who was not sure how many swords the cadre could take, never dared to let the hundred flying swords in the Dan River return to the mountain, and he regretted it at this moment.

The Mo Evil Sword stabbed into the rolling Dan River, and the sword intent swept through, and the hundred sharp swords that were silent in the Dan River trembled in unison, truly responding to one hundred calls.

In the shocked eyes of countless disciples and disciples, a man provoked a thousand rivers with a sword.

Danhe decided to take the delicate way of overcoming rigidity with softness, and being able to condense dozens of zhang Fu Jiao Danhe is already the ultimate that Luo Wu can do. It's just that the contradictions attack each other, either the shield is broken or the spear is broken, and the Mo Evil Sword is the last straw that crushes the camel.

Luo Wu, whose dantian had long been empty, had a poignant face, kneeling on the ground, and the Dan River, which had dimmed in an instant, shattered, like a downpour.

There was no scene as the girl expected, Luo Wu looked up to meet the gaze of the man who blocked the snow and rain for her, and the snowflakes melted in the Dan River water and flowed down his meticulous sideburns and hair, still with a faint smile on his face.

"Artifact Peak, the cadre wins!"

As the sound of the referee elder's decision sounded, the golden runes flying high above the mountain range converged into a golden list across the sky, and among the only two disciples of the Artifact Peak on the gold list, the name of the cadre was the first to enter the winner's group and be able to participate in the second round of competition tomorrow.

Tens of thousands of disciples of Qingyun Mountain and thousands of sect families applauded and shouted thunderously, without hesitation in their hearts, and there were even sect families such as Wanjian Mountain Villa and Rejuvenation Pavilion who were forging swords and alchemy, all of them stood up straight from their seats excitedly, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm and awe when they looked at the two Qingyun Mountain disciples.

The woman who should have been discouraged by the defeat in the first competition broke into tears and laughed, "Even the spiritual power of the protective body is gone, and you have to pretend to be a man, look at what you can." ”

More than two hundred flying swords trembled and rolled back into the storage bag of the cadre, he helped her up, but did not leave, but in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he walked back to the field and slowly squatted down, and from the thick snow came out of the broken Danjing scrolls.

The man who was drenched in the water of the Qingqing Dan River like a chicken in soup carefully built the broken scroll in his hand, and the Dan River water swept through the tip of the trunk's nose and the tips of his hair and dripped into the snowdrift, he just buried his head and carefully rummaged through every place of snow.

The man who has no distractions has an intoxicating and convincing temperament.

Luo Wu looked at the man in front of her who was wet and bent over in the snow for a long time, her vision gradually blurred, and her eyes were full of tears.

In the competition, everyone is an opponent, but after the competition, everyone is still a brother and sister who live under the same roof and love each other.

Every fragment of the Dan Sutra is a cherished thing in the heart of Senior Sister Luo Wu, and in terms of importance, it is by no means under the hundred swords that he smelted and forged with his own hands, and he has a clear distinction in his heart.

Who said that a good man who buries his head in the fire of steel all day long does not know the heart of a woman?

The flag-waving and shouting of tens of thousands of disciples in Qingyun Mountain gradually fell, and no one was willing to use piercing solidarity to break the rare artistic conception between the martial arts stage.

The various sect families on the floating platform also fell into silence, the fierce and resolute between the two Qingyun Mountain disciples fighting was true, and the friendship between the disciples after the competition was also true, and the scene that happened at the moment really made the heads of countless sect families envious.

There is no warmth between the disciples of ordinary sects at all, and they can fight each other only for a little immediate benefit and the so-called face, and the tricks are endless, and the matter of brothers and sisters is repeatedly prohibited. For example, at the moment, when such a competition is placed in an ordinary sect, the winner may have to step on the head of the loser a few times and humiliate him severely, so as to show his strength and skill.

It seems that the warmth between the disciples of this kind of sect is beyond their expectation in their lifetime.

The disciples of Danshen Peak on the seats of the Yanwu Stage have regrets and are relieved, Senior Sister Luo Wu can be said to be the disciple of Dan Hedu, the inner gate of Danshen Peak, who has the deepest comprehension, but who would have thought that even if she is as strong as Senior Sister, she still can't get benefits in the hands of the disciples of Artifact Peak.

However, they were also glad that Senior Sister Luo Wu had met such a affectionate and righteous artifact peak disciple, and even if she regretted defeat, she would still be able to exit with dignity.

In the seat of the artifact peak, a gentle woman dressed in a plain smoke skirt like a painting has a quiet face, and a pair of autumn water long eyes look at the husband who bends his waist for his sister's three-foot Danjing on the martial arts stage, covering his mouth and chuckling. If it weren't for the seat of her deep artifact peak, it would be difficult for others to imagine that such an elegant woman who should be a husband and a godchild would be the sword forging master who is all over the world.

The quiet woman was surrounded by a junior sister with little stars in her eyes and said enviously: "Senior Sister Moxie, tell us, how can you find such an understanding and strange man as Senior Brother Gan in the vast sea of people?"

Before the reincarnation of several lives, she was willing to cast a sword for him in the furnace The memory is vivid, and it seems that the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks have their own compensation, and the two people named Gan Jiang and Mo Ye in each life of reincarnation have memories of their previous lives, and they can see each other and get acquainted with each other, and they will become a loving couple again.

And in this life, the two were finally able to ask the question of cultivating immortals, and they were inseparable from each other.

Mo Ye touched the sword that her husband had worked hard to build for her at her waist, and smiled softly at the junior sister beside her: "When you wait for a few more years, you will naturally meet it." ”

The cadre put the pile of man-high Danjing scrolls in front of Luo Wu, and said with a smile: "I believe that it is not difficult to complete these Danjing with the skills of Luo Wu's junior sister. At that time, the senior sister can hand over these Danjing to me first, and then the senior brother will practice it for you with secret techniques, so as to ensure that the power can be as long as the flying sword. ”

This gentle man who has been reincarnated for a long time wiped away the tears on his sister's face with a handkerchief, and said proudly: "What kind of nose to cry, don't be afraid, there is a senior brother." ”

Luo Wu broke into laughter again.

In the middle of winter, the warmth is still the same.