In the courtyard of the Fujia house halfway up the forest mountain, there are no autumn flowers and fallen leaves, but the cherry blossoms and spring peaches are smiling.

There is a graceful white fur, walking on the bluestone road in the courtyard, and going to the swing under the tree.

Its posture is graceful and graceful, not dignified and reserved, but it is not so enchanting and charming.

Its appearance is white and flawless, not as ignorant as jasper, but there is no trace of the vicissitudes of time.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, nor did he stride meteors, nor did he take a leisurely walk.

Under the white robe is a black brocade robe inlaid with dark gold patterns.

Black and white, like nature.

She stopped suddenly.

Turn sideways and bow your head slightly.

Next to the bluestone road, there is a green lawn.

On the lawn, there is a rose.

The rose is petite, but it is already gorgeous.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, bent down, and slowly faded the brocade of her right foot with her index finger.

On the ankles that are as white as jade, there is a circle of red ropes looming.

She narrowed her eyes, glanced at the red rope, and slowly stepped on the rose with her bare feet.

Slowly, step by step, first lightly and then heavily, from petals to stamens, from stamens to stems, until you step on the green grass.

Suddenly, a spring breeze blew, blowing thousands of peach blossoms on the trees, blowing out a colorful and gorgeous scene.

She raised her head, turned her cheek in the spring sky, and looked at the main hall of the courtyard.

Wan Er smiled.

Opened his lips and said lightly.

"Long time no see. ”

......

In the empty main hall, the crows are silent, the horses are chattering, and only the sound of water is heard.

It came from the scarlet disc python pillar.

Thirty paces away, there was a white man with a sword, looking up.

Look at this pillar of pythons, and look at the immortals leaning in front of the pillar.

At the mouth of the immortal's heart, there is a blue blade.

In the dim light, faintly discernible droplets of light red water slipped from the blue blade, splashing on the cold stone floor.

The immortal bowed his head.

The immortals were speechless.

The hall was silent.

Suddenly, a slight autumn breeze blew from the hole in the dome, blowing the hem of the white sleeves.

Fang saw that the look on the face of the white clothes did not seem to be indifferently relieved, but still looked like a contemplation and heavy eyebrows.

That's what it is...... A thousand enemies? This is ...... Three saints in a hundred years?

The white-clothed king was full of cultivation, looking at the immortal who was already silent, but his right hand was a little tighter in his iron sword.

The immortal in front of him is also the head of the family, and he is by no means a weak person. The speed of its internal and external circulation is indeed comparable to that of the Zhou family leader who has exhausted the fortunes in Mengyue City, and his skills are also excellent, he can take the sword of Bai Yi with one hand, and he can also leave Bai Yi far behind when he does not use the [100 feet close]. It's just that the so-called 'Thousand Enemies' and the so-called 'Three Saints in a Hundred Years' should never have such skills—let alone being killed by the most inferior [Sword with Qi].

But the spirit jade dagger pierced his heart with accuracy and certainty.

Although the Qimen Xuanshi is extraordinary, although the Qimen Gongfa is mysterious, it is not a genuine immortal method, it can not eat or sleep for decades, it can be cut off and bleeding without dying, and it can refer to the world as the world.

The people in Qimen are also people.

If people's hearts are cold, people should die.

And the head of the family who was stabbed by this spirit jade dagger has no reason to live-

"It's really, what a ruthless swordsmanship. ”

A low voice suddenly rose from the front of the pillar and echoed into the hall for a long time.

The white clothes lock the eyebrows, and step to lift the sword.

Seeing that the immortal who was still dying suddenly raised his hand, held down the spirit jade sword inserted in his chest, pulled it out from the pillar, staggered forward two steps, and stabilized his body. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Bai Yi, his feminine face revealed a bit of perverseness, and said: "Your sword, that is, it does not have the righteousness of the Jianghu sword, nor the reserved intention of the deep boudoir sword, but it has a good battlefield flavor...... Pingshui Baiyi, aren't you a ranger? How can you be such a murderous sword?"

Wang Manxiu squinted slightly, glanced at the spirit jade dagger inserted in his heart, and said coldly, "Why aren't you dead?"

The Spreading Immortal was stunned for a moment, then sneered, suddenly pulled out the sharp blade in his chest, shook it twice in his hand, and said with a smile: "Do you really think that I will die from a dagger to help the head of the family?"

With that, he threw the dagger back with his backhand, and it happened to stab the python eye on the pillar.

The Immortal raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and suddenly ripped open the collar of the cloth robe, revealing his left breast—and saw that above the white skin, there were several clear and changeable meridians and tendons, which were rising and falling one after another like a heartbeat.

The immortal raised his lips and smiled, and said: "Your sword is indeed ruthless, if it is an ordinary Xuan Master, it will definitely be in danger of life - but I help the head of the family, how can I be an ordinary Xuan Master? This trick is a method that can change the muscles and veins, and it is called [Taiqing]." Just now, I reversed my heart, lungs and meridians with this move, so that although this dagger entered my chest, it failed to pierce my heart, so as not to hurt me. ”

Bai Yi pursed his lips slightly.

A strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his figure was fleeting, and a sword was handed to the left chest of the immortal.

But the immortal obviously saw through Bai Yi's psychology that he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and Bai Yi had already shown his Qimen footwork in one step, and retreated to dodge the sword - [100 feet near] Although it was as fast as thunder, the immortal's footwork was not slow, it was about the same speed as that 'Meng Yue's fastest' Sima Xiande, plus his one step in the morning, it was beyond the reach of the white-clothed whip.

Wang Manxiu, who missed a sword, paused his figure and raised his eyes to look.

I saw that the scattered immortals retreated, not to the south, south, west, but to the sky--it swept three feet, and actually stood directly on the spirit jade dagger that had been pierced into the eyes of the python on the pillar before, looking at the white clothes condescendingly, with a playful smile on his face.

Bai Yi held the sword, looked at the spirit jade dagger that was trampled under his feet, and frowned.

To control the sword with qi, what you want is to inject your own external breath into the sword. The act of injecting external breath can be long or short: those who are weak in Qimen deed luck may take three years and five years to control a flying sword, but when they reach the realm of white clothes and immortals, the deed luck in their bodies is so strong that they can turn three points of deed luck into external breath at any time, it only takes a moment to control an ownerless sword - if there is a master, then it will take another moment to erase the aura of the master on it.

After Fang Cai's several encounters, the aura of the white clothes in the spirit jade sword had almost been exhausted - otherwise, he would have immediately taken control of the spirit jade sword and caused this exuding immortal to fall half to death.

Bai Yi didn't think much about it, changed his breath, raised his sword in front of him, pointed at the immortal, and wanted to ride the wind.

Unexpectedly, before his body could get up, the immortal suddenly slapped his palms and said loudly: "Pingshui Baiyi! You are [100 feet close] and [well-dressed], and the superior Qimen are used so happily one by one, I am not allowed to use one?"

As soon as the words fell, before Wang Manxiu could reply, a strange light appeared in the immortal's pupils, and his cold and soft face was full of violent breath.

And he listened to his mouth.

"[Leave the funeral]!"