Wandering is in the midst of a broken mirror. In front of him is a sea of knowledge, and there are countless essences in the sea of knowledge. The colorful essence began to condense, and a yellow crystal was forming. All the auditory hallucinations are moving closer to it, and the more it closes, the bigger the crystal becomes, and the larger the crystal, the stronger the swelling sensation becomes. All the veins in his body were rushing, and blood washed his skin from time to time, blooming black earthworm-like meridians.

Li Brown quickly picked up an angular bluestone and smashed it at his stumbling forehead. Because he was concentrating on breaking the mirror, his body was confined to his limitations, but a young man appeared in his mind. He realized that the youth had knocked him down, and punched him in the face.

Li Brown rode on his naked chest, didn't look at his face carefully, and smashed his hands into big locks. He hates, he's late, everything has changed, the world is different from the original. He didn't know what evil he had created, and all misfortune had befallen him. With a punch, his staggering nose had collapsed, and blood splattered on Li Brown's hand.

After another punch, Li Brown felt that he was a brute and did not protect Su Li. He wanted to apologize with death, he wanted to smash himself to death. The punch landed on the stumbling mouth, knocking out a row of teeth. Blood began to ooze from the corners of his mouth. The blood hung slowly and leisurely on the corners of the stumbling mouth like red silk threads, seeping into the stumbling neck.

The stumbling sea of knowledge has shaken. The yellow crystals are slowly getting smaller, and the colorful essence is beginning to evaporate. When the mirror is broken, he can't react quickly to the attack, and if he moves, he will disturb the sea of knowledge, and as soon as the yellow crystal is cracked, the blood of the whole body will rush out of the meridians and wander in the skin. And the thin and soft skin can't hold the fast-moving blood, which will be like a bamboo basket empty, and the blood will spurt out from the whole person. If any swordsman's cultivation is not smooth, and encountering this kind of difficulty, there is only one way forward - death.

His waddling eyes were already bloodshot. On the one hand, there is the pain of the body, and on the other hand, the pain of the consciousness. His body was still able to resist a few more punches, but the shrinkage of the yellow crystals in the sea of consciousness made him extremely painful. On the one hand, this pain is fear, and on the other hand, it is the sorrow of the slightest rupture of the meridians.

He didn't expect that someone would come to disturb him here and now. When he found out that Li Brown rushed in, he didn't pay attention to it. A person with an ordinary physique can't hurt a swordsman no matter what, not even his body, how can he hurt the sword bone? But when Li Brown smashed down with a punch, he began to panic. This punch destroyed his sword body. Only then did he realize that the sword bones of the young man riding on him were exceptionally strong. He regretted it, and at first underestimated the enemy.

Actually, it was already too late by then. When he reached the peak of happiness, the force of a hundred virgin bodies began to condense, and his broken mirror state had already started. He smelled the fragrance of virginity, and Zhihai began to organize Nirvana in an orderly manner in the chaos. Every time a swordsman breaks the mirror, it is equivalent to a nirvana of the Shi family.

He probably underestimated Li Brown as well. They all underestimated the enemy.

Li Brown's eyes were blurred with tears, he didn't know what he was doing, he had only one thought: to work hard. Another punch fell, this one on the center of the staggering brow. The staggering eyeballs began to throb, and the impact of the punch caused the eyeball knot to crack. The sea of knowledge was already shaking, and the yellow crystals had changed from their previous shrinking state to bursting. At this moment, his whole body softened, his hands and feet were weak, and his big head was just hanging there. Among the three souls and seven spirits, his two souls of fetal light and cool spirit, and the four spirits of corpse dog, Fu Ya, Sparrow Yin, and swallowing thief have all been shattered. But when a mortal dies, as long as two of the three souls and four souls are lost, he will definitely die. It is not enough to count, it is said to be half dead, and after a high level of cultivation, the soul can also be reinstated, and half a breath can be poured back.

It's just that there is no chance to stumble. The skin on his whole body was like a bamboo basket, and it began to bleed. Some of the skin pores are as small as silk, and some of them squirt out along the cracks on the face. Li Brown had been dyed red by the staggering blood, and his face was full of fishy smell. His hands still didn't stop, crackling and pounding hard, his fists were dripping with blood, and white bones began to appear on the bridge of his nose.

Standing at the end of the alley, Ying and Daoqi saw a young man walking into the courtyard and didn't come out, just thinking that he had been killed by trampling ants. Then, when I realized the disappearance of the trampling magnetic field and the explosion of an unfamiliar magnetic field, I began to be afraid.

As soon as they leaped into the courtyard, they were stunned by what they saw. Even though he has killed countless people, he has never been so frightened. The young man in front of them was constantly pounding the meat puree with his fists, like pounding medicine, one at a time, blurry and sticky, and the juice flowed sideways.

Dao Qi shouted: "Third brother!" Tears began to drift, and a palm slapped at the back of Li Brown's heart.

Only then did Li Brown come back to his senses and look at everything on the ground.

He lay in front of him, looking at Su Li, who was dying of anger in front of him, and he understood that this was not a dream. He felt that the river and the sea began to turn in his abdomen, and he knew that he was going to die, and vaguely saw that Mother Li was waving to him, and her eyes were about to close.

He shook his heavy head, trying to keep his consciousness alive. He began to think hard about how he had come out of the city and how he had come back to the village.

The lower half of his body had turned into a shriveled sack, blood seeped out, and half of his head had been smashed by Li Brown, like a container with minced meat.

Li Brown shook his head coldly again, his eyes always staring at the knife and the shadow in front of him.

The knife wiped away the tears, and he knew that he was dead, dead at the hands of a country youth. Shadow's left hand was on fire, and he wanted to torture the young man in front of him to death.

Seeing that Li Brown was still trying to stay awake with his elbows on the ground, the knife was shocked at first, thinking that this was not an ordinary person, and then the hatred became stronger, and the air knife began to stretch out, and he wanted to cut the mourning dog alive piece by piece.

The flames in Shadow's left hand had flown out, burning the air with a crackling sound. Just as he was about to reach Li Brown's front door, a horse bark suddenly sounded, and a strong wind surrounded the courtyard.

Dao Qi responded with teary eyes: "The wind rises!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Liangsi flipped into the courtyard and blocked Li Brown's body. A strong wind instantly pushed the flame back.

The air knife fell on Zhao Liangsi's head, and the Cold Star Sword suddenly flew out and crossed in front of Zhao Liangsi. The surrounding sword magnetism suddenly skyrocketed a lot.