"If I win, will they think I'm still cheating on them?"

With this in mind, Bai Yi turned his head and glanced back behind him, but then he withdrew his gaze and did not think about other troubles. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The Buddha said that the troubles in the world are like bodhi baba, the bubble is born and disappears, and there is no way to break it.

Isn't skepticism the same?

People will deceive you for a variety of reasons.

And people themselves can deceive themselves for various reasons.

The eyes of man deceive themselves, their ears deceive themselves, their noses deceive themselves, and what they say in their mouths and what they think in their hearts is a lie. In a word, what you see, hear, hear, touch, and breathe cannot be trusted.

For everything in this world is false, and there is never truth. So the troubles of those who seek the truth come from here.

"Since it's a freshman, then you have to go a different way. You should be glad that you met me now. Lightly carrying the thin sword like flowing water, the white cloth said to the handsome sword saint in front of him.

The sword saint named Mu Qing had a weak star in his eyes, but he understood that it was the light reflected by the sword that was as clear as flowing water. The so-called sword master must be able to realize the spirituality in the famous sword, which is the foundation of kendo.

Changing his attitude without care, Mu Qing asked indifferently, "Should I thank you?"

It seems that as long as Bai Yi answers yes, he will really sincerely thank the enemy who is about to die. This kind of person must not be a stupid thing chasing fame and fortune, he is full of sincerity like a child, just because he was born as a human being, and he is concerned. And what he cares about and pins on should be the Boyue Cave that the ink they said.

Thinking of this, Bai Yi couldn't help but feel a little curious about that place, where is this, and why do you want to put yourself to death? Is it because of fame, or because of profit, or as Wu Zen Master said, just because he knows the secret of Guanyin Zen Temple, so he is destined to be an enemy.

The flowing water is shallow, but it flows like a waterfall. That sword is no longer a sword, but a flowing water that is speeding down the road, and the word that can be described in front of me is the "washing" that washes away the mortal dust. Mu Qing was amazed in the face of this sword, but she was really surprised when she saw the ink of this sword, she screamed in her heart, and then she didn't hide her gaffe.

The white finger pointed to the sword, and the ink looked at Sister Yuanmu beside him for help: "Isn't this my sword?"

Yuanmu blinked, and he was a little distracted for a while. Her eyebrows were soaked in water, and she turned to look at His Highness, who did not waver in the slightest, and immediately affirmed: "This is your sword." ”

"Of course I know it's my Xuanshui Sword, I mean, this bastard actually uses my True Martial Demon Eight Potentials, and, moreover, uses it better than me!"

And Yuanmu on the side didn't refute, she just responded flatly: "I'm afraid it's not just your sword, what we know, he should have learned it." Innate easy, it really deserves to be the most wonderful martial arts internal strength. ”

With that, the ink finally understood. Although the martial arts of the four of them were built by the old lady himself, the path behind them was chosen by Tianyi for them, since it was chosen by Tianyi, then it was naturally not surprising that this bastard could learn it.

However, to Yuanmu's surprise, the qi on Bai Yi's body is still an empty attribute, that is to say, people who practice innate Yi can also trend those martial arts that require special internal qi. Therefore, their Royal Highness the princess seems to be more unfathomable than it seems.

However, Mu Qing didn't think about it so much, maybe he didn't care about it at first, but when he saw this sword, he also began to be a little happy. His love for kendo is sincere and undistracted, so his sword is also pure and free of impurities.

The sunset and sunset are irretrievable, but Mu Qing's sword move with a raised hand is like a willow branch Qingyao, as if he wants to save this round of brilliant sunset that suddenly falls. Yes, he did.

It was an incomparably dazzling and scorching light, pure and intense, full of domineering self-esteem in the heavens and on the earth.

However, the light will burn everything, but it cannot burn the boundless sea of void, and the sword in white is no longer a meandering stream, and suddenly the sword shadow crosses the mountains, and rolls up the sky, grand and vast.

"Very powerful swordsmanship, but unfortunately it's still a little rusty. Mu Qing saw at a glance the shortcomings of the sword momentum, although it was grandiose, it was still false, because this sword lacked the process of returning to the sea. A gurgling stream cannot become a sea in an instant, and it is said that it cannot become a river or sea without accumulating steps, without accumulating steps, without accumulating small streams, it cannot become a river or sea.

Of course, Bai Yi understands this, although he is a genius, but geniuses have a limit. He could illusory everything, using the internal qi of emptiness and no attribute to urge the Eight Potentials of True Martial Demons exclusive to ink, but he couldn't have the slightest understanding of the tempering process that had accumulated over time.

Therefore, this incomparably grand momentum is like an oasis mirage in the desert for thousands of miles, illusory and unreal, full of flaws.

"What is this sword called?" Mu Qing suddenly stopped his sword and asked. He suddenly had the same desire for knowledge as when he first learned the sword, and when he thought of it, he asked. It doesn't matter if you're friend or foe, and it doesn't matter if the perfect opportunity is missed.

Putting away his sword like a white robe, he looked at the unreasonable enemy in front of him, and then at the ink with a disgusted face behind him, and then replied casually: "True Martial Demon Eight Potentials, Sumeru Sea." ”

"Have you ever seen the real Sea of Sumeru?" Mu Qing asked again.

Bai Yi nodded: "I've seen it." ”

"No wonder there is such power, it's a pity that you didn't witness the wonders of the Sea of Sumeru, otherwise this sword, I should have lost. You're a good opponent, but unfortunately, with the next sword, you're going to die. ”

Mu Qing's assertion is full of unreasonable confidence, just like his sword is the judge's pen that tickles life and death on the spectrum of life and death, and a word can determine life or death.

"Who do you think you are?" Even though he recognized himself, Bai Yi was still full of disdain for this arrogant and arrogant tone, which was a kind of rejection above nature, because he was the same, and he was also such a character.

"Buzz"

The sword in his hand sounded, and Bai Yi seemed to have a soul in an instant, and his eyes were no longer as hesitant as before. What was hidden in those eyes was an incomparably fiery desire, a desire for victory, a desire for pride.

They really should be antagonists, because they are all essentially the same people.

Mu Qing smiled, he was extremely happy with these eyes, even more so than love. The long sword inscribed by the Seven Stars was sharp and unprovoked, and it had saved the remnant sun just now, but now it was time to let it fall.

Unpretentiously slashed down, but with the killing intent and internal qi that was preoccupied, this sword slashed down the night, and it was also an incomparably bright star. He saw through the eight potentials of the white-clothed True Martial Arts, which was the sword power that attracted the starlight, and now that all the stars had been cut down by him, what other ending did the young man in front of him have except death.

However, at this time, the sound of the sword in Bai Yi's hand was vaguely connected into a tune. It's like a willow in spring, and the people under the willow sing late for love.

What is she singing?

It is the spring water that winds from a river to the east and does not return, the acacia that warms people's hearts and never shakes, and it is a nameless ballad.