Closing his eyes and recuperating, Bai Yi is now delving into these problems, not only because he has noticed some strangeness, but also because his meridians have been damaged again, at least for more than a month, he can no longer cultivate his internal qi, and he can't use his internal qi to fight against others. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Eh, I miss Li Mochou so much......

Unconsciously, his thoughts went astray, he was a mortal after all, and he didn't have such an unfathomable will, but he finally knew something more than others. When the interest comes, play a little clever, and the interest is as simple as everyone else, and the white clothes are free and easy, regardless of what others think.

In Bai Yi's mind, the cultivation of internal qi should actually be just two words, one word is "practice", and the other word is "use". Practicing all day long, savings, is only used for a smooth time, no matter how unpredictable the mind is, after all, it is just such a firm and simple truth.

With such a simple and straightforward pragmatist's theory, I am afraid that only a time-traveler like Bai Yi can connect with the inner qi cultivation that is full of romantic fantasy in this world.

Smelling the dead silence of the autumn withered grass, Bai Yi rubbed his slightly tired forehead. Although it was not the time to relax, he couldn't help but miss the lovely and charming women who appeared in his life in this life.

Well, when you're tired, think about it and your sister can refresh you.

Among those images, the most indelible is probably the pair of incomparably sharp eyes. He never imagined that he would meet such a person, as if he could see through everything and have the wisdom to control such vision.

Is it a world where there will always be some so-called pride of the sky? Or is it really that I have been bound by the means of forcible see-through and the tacit understanding of force?

"Drink, look at the sword!"

Bai Yi was awakened by the sound of the wooden sword breaking through the air, he really didn't expect that after he showed such strength, someone would dare to sneak attack him in this place.

It's just a sneak attack, what are you doing shouting so loudly?

Silently complaining in his heart, Bai Yi looked at the upright attack trajectory, and then didn't get up, and directly raised his hand to make a sword finger, blocking the wooden sword that slashed straight down.

The fingers of the sword were slightly curved, as if a soft sword governed by fine iron resisted the momentum of the wooden sword, light and agile. Bai Yi chuckled, only to bounce back the wooden sword in an instant, he had already seen the person who attacked him, and he couldn't help but feel a little like laughing in his heart.

Eh, it's really Lu Wushuang, a little girl.

This little girl didn't know his strength, although she wanted to sneak attack once and joke with him, but she still replaced the saber she gave her with a wooden sword, probably because she was afraid that she would be injured.

However, his body has been washed by easy tendons, extremely tough, as long as it is not a divine weapon, for him, he can use his body to hard, which can be said to be his hole card, or it can be said to be his weakness.

The house is full of gold and jade, and Mo can keep it. Rich and arrogant, self-blame. What he relied on was likely to become the murderer of him in the end.

"Don't play, don't play, my brother is too powerful. Lu Wushuang dropped the wooden sword he was holding in his hand and shook his head in a trick. Looking at this girl's quirky smiling face, Bai Yi only felt that this sister really didn't admit her mistake and was quite curative.

Most of the sorrow in his heart was dispelled, and Bai Yi was suddenly induced by that sword to have an urge to fight. Maybe any of his opponents are too weak or too strong, or maybe he can learn those peerless martial arts that are treasured in the eyes of the world all at once, he has never been able to raise his interest, has been lazy, and has no way to lift his heart.

Although the wooden sword that was slashed was useless, although it was crooked, although it did not have a trace of strength, it was like a thunderous aura in his eyes, which hit his heart directly, arousing his imagination of swordsmanship.

Looking at her brother who suddenly became excited, Lu Wushuang looked dazed, and even a little frightened, did she do something wrong?

There was no time to think, no time to explain, the fish intestine short sword on the waist of the white cloth suddenly came out of its sheath, drawing an incomparably brilliant sword light.

The sword momentum is together, as if the morning sun is just born, and the white clothes are surrounded by the chaotic sword light like a butterfly, dancing brightly. His sword moves are graceful and elegant, yet they contain countless nuanced variations.

At the beginning, there were still people who could recognize the moves of the Yue Nu Sword taught by Bai Yi, but gradually the sword light began to be wanton, began to be chaotic, and began to inexplicably shake everyone's minds.

It's not that these people haven't seen the old immortal on the Chongyang Palace make a move, but in their opinion, the beautiful scenery they see now is simply many times more elegant and beautiful than the tricks used by the old immortal.

Some people couldn't appreciate it yet, they just felt fear, but when the sword light that drifted like a falling hero wandered around the white clothes, they couldn't help but immerse themselves in their not very firm minds.

No matter what identity or status, there is a kind of beauty that can always give everyone the greatest shock, that is, the incomparably vast and incomparably inclusive beauty of nature.

Leaning on the seven stars from the sword finger, it was divided into tens of millions, and then turned down, sweeping away the dust in the world. All those who saw this sword dance were amazed, they had never seen such a brilliant and dazzling sword dance, and the sunlight of the short sword returning was like countless stars in the sky, shining little by little.

This sword dance seemed to be able to mobilize their minds, making them excited as the sword rises, and inexplicably melancholy as the sword falls. If this sword pierced their hearts at this time and wanted to take their lives, it is estimated that some people would be willing to lead the neck and kill them.

The trajectory of each sword was so distinct, but they could clearly see that the angle of the tip of each sword was repeated in no less than seven changes in an instant. Every sword is a falling Ying, every sword is a flower, Yingying is changing, and the sword flowers are shaking down and converging into a long and vast galaxy.

This galaxy is moving forward, wandering and turning, traversing the world, and gradually converging into a sea of stars. They all seemed to have become the souls of this sea of stars, and after the white clothes showed the most vast and ethereal sea of stars, the thunderous aura became more and more blooming, as if he had only seen this incomparably beautiful sword dance before, and today, it was just reproduced by his hand.

And then...... Then a white rainbow passed through the red sun that coincided with noon, which not only shocked their shaking and helpless hearts, but also left them with a beauty that they will never forget in this life.

The sword light is like a rainbow, and the stars in the world are falling. The white clothes ride the wind, and the sky is full of fairies and gods.