"I've killed a lot of swordsmen. ”

Liu Baiyi walked lightly and stepped on the wooden bridge.

In today's turbid world, hundreds of schools of thought are contending, and a random person who runs out may be in the acquired realm, and among the congenitals, Wei Zhuang is one of the best, and he is also a swordsman.

As for Liu Baiyi, at this moment, he said that it was congenital but not congenital, and he said that it was congenital but he felt a little worse, before in the library of the Qin Palace, he did not look at many secret books, but read countless ancient classics, among which Confucianism and Taoism are the mainstay, for some people, sometimes, those ordinary classics are more useful.

What he wanted to do was not to see, but to forget, to forget the sword in his heart, or to melt the sword in his heart.

As far as he knows now, he only knows the three realms of the sword, there is a sword in his hand, there is no sword in his hand, and there is no sword in his heart.

The so-called sword in the hand is the highest realm of the sword of the man, like the arm, the extension of the siblings, this realm does not exist one, ordinary swordsmen struggle for a lifetime and can not enter, think of the third young master Xie Xiaofeng, the first time the young child held the sword has been the unity of the sword, the high talent is really appalling, when some people are still struggling to climb the mountain, his first step has reached the peak of others looking up.

Another example is that the flying swordsman and Yan Shisan, maybe their talent is not as high as Xie Xiaofeng, but they have a heart, a heart that holds a sword, and they take the sword as their friend all year round, and they run in with each other, so can they reach this realm, even Liu Baiyi is the same, but his sword goes sideways, raises the sword with blood, and his heart is delirious.

There is no sword in his hand, in this realm, there is a sword in his heart, the sword is in his heart, giving birth to sword intent, infecting the surroundings, under the edge, at this moment, he can be a sword with wooden branches and wicker, and flying flowers and leaves can also give birth to a peerless edge, this realm, less than one hundred thousand.

After breaking the barrier, Xie Xiaofeng, as well as Yan Shisan, who returned from looking for a sword, and Liu Baiyi, at this time, they had all given birth to their own sword intent and understood their own sword path, which was the pinnacle of this realm.

And there is no sword in his heart, which is the realm that Liu Baiyi wants to break through now, and it is also something that he realized at that moment of life and death before, he has already guessed that such a person is strong enough to a certain extent or can cross the world and all things as a sword, and at the extreme, he may be able to dye the power of heaven and earth for his own use, or in other words, under his mind, even the wind and thunder can also be a sword.

At this moment, although he is enlightened, he is still half a step away, this half step seems to be close at hand, but it is as untouchable as the flower moon in the mirror, when he used his lonely sword intent, dyed the autumn wind of heaven and earth as a sword, the two are of the same origin, so he can turn defeat into victory at the moment of life and death.

When the internal force reaches a certain level, the victory or defeat already depends on each other's way, or the way of the sword, or the way of the sword, or the way of the fist, which is already involved in each other's will, or the spiritual level of the competition, the so-called big sound of the voice, the elephant is invisible, all in the heart.

The killing intent blended with the bleak wind, and the sound of rushing stones under the bridge echoed.

"You, don't you have a sword?"

Wei Zhuang said in a deep voice, in his eyes, every swordsman will have his own sword, however, at this moment, Liu Baiyi is empty-handed, in his opinion, this is a contempt for him and an insult to shark teeth.

His words were very calm, but Bai Feng and Chi Lian, who were familiar with him, knew that such Wei Zhuang was angry, and he was even more moved by his murderous intent.

"It's up to your sword. ”

The autumn water cold behind Liu Baiyi did not show any signs of sheath at this moment, how could a person like Wei Zhuang who was extremely proud in his heart endure it.

"Whew!"

The whistling sound of the body piercing the air, with uncontrollable anger, the demon sword shark tooth bloomed with an evil and terrifying aura under the infusion of internal force.

"Wow...... ......"

The iron cable of the wooden bridge under his feet suddenly tightened at this moment, and then it was like a writhing snake, under the direct domineering power, just like a flat boat in a raging storm.

The willow white clothes are like a leaf attached to the wooden bridge, light, as if there is no weight, as the wooden bridge shakes, but the feet do not move half a minute, as if rooted on it.

"Zheng!"

The strange sword light slashed, cutting Liu Baiyi's throat, an extremely stunning sword, how can the heirs of the Zongheng family in the world be weak, and how can the quicksand leader who has frightened countless people now be weak.

However, Wei Zhuang's always cold face frowned when the sword in his hand cut Liu Baiyi's throat, because there was not the slightest resistance, not even blood spilled.

"Huh. ”

Even Wei Zhuang could see a chuckle on Liu Baiyi's face, and then dispersed.

But his sword momentum did not stop, his body twisted at an incredible angle, and the sword in his hand immediately turned into a sword shadow in the sky and slashed in all directions.

Streams of sword qi like substance instantly dispersed to the eight directions without difference, seemingly the same, but the sword qi of the eight directions had eight different variations.

"Sword Qi Remains?"

Wei Zhuang's eyes looked to the other side, looking at the old man who was standing quietly, and his solemn words were filled with doubts, but he seemed to be sure, because he had seen this kind of similar trick, which was a kind of withdrawal that the kendo cultivator had in order to reach a certain height that ordinary people could not reach.

"You've seen it?"

Liu Baiyi's body, which had not moved from beginning to end, was imperceptible, and then a terrifying light was revealed in his cloudy eyes.

"Guiguzi?"

Don't think about it, most of the swordsmen who can be Wei Zhuang's opponents have died under their shark teeth, and there are probably very few in the world who can do this, except for his mysterious master, I am afraid that there are one or two Taoists and Confucianists and Yin and Yang families.

Chi Lian and Bai Feng in the distance were already discolored, Wei Zhuang may not have seen it clearly in the game, but they stood outside the bureau, but they saw that the mysterious old man was standing not far away and quietly watching Wei Zhuang fight with another self, this strange scene made people shudder.

They really couldn't imagine that a bad old man who appeared out of thin air could be so terrifying.

But Wei Zhuang did not put down the sword, on the contrary, his eyes were even colder, the sword qi in his eyes was almost about to erupt through his body, and the snow-like hair and night-like hair were constantly moving in response to the situation.

"It seems that you chose to fold the sword in front of me?"

Liu Baiyi looked at Wei Zhuang, whose aura had almost improved to the extreme, and his tone was normal.

"I just wanted to see your sword. ”

Wei Zhuang said, his body almost turned into a black wind.

What a similar sentence, just like Liu Baiyi in the past, at that time, he was still crazy about seeking a breakthrough, but now, he didn't want anyone to say this to him.

Under the slight movement of the heart.

"Whew!"

"Good!"

The three-foot Qingfeng has been unsheathed.

Suddenly, the terrible cold air chilled every inch of the land.