The next day.

The sky is full of colorful clouds, and the morning light is warm.

Zhong Shenxiu stretched his waist on the cloud bed and stood up with his sleeves up.

Lifting the blue water dragon sword on the jade case, he pushed the door and went out.

Cultivation has reached the point where he is clean, and it is normal for him to stay awake at night.

Many of the worldly needs have gradually disappeared in him.

For example, you can take a shower and change clothes, and sleep at night.

When the cultivation reaches the depths, it is even more possible to eat and drink dew, and the gods of the qi eaters are immortal.

At that time, it will be the real fairy style, ethereal and unearthly.

On the square outside the hall, the clear lotus full of ponds is full of flowers, floating with the waves.

Under the blowing of the morning breeze, the fragrance is fragrant, halo and vibrant.

"Whew!"

Zhong Shenxiu opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of white air, squatted down, and began to wash his sword.

The pool water is half warm, the tentacles are not cold, and the transparent water droplets drip on the sword body, clanging and crisp, and the sound is like a dragon's groan.

The blue water dragon sword is turquoise all over, with a tough and delicate texture, and is as crystal clear as jade.

The turquoise sword body and the pool water complement each other, shining in the soft morning light.

Touch it with your hands, the lines are delicate, caressing it like a skin, and the warm and moist coolness flows in the fingertips, and there is a faint crisp sound of the dragon's groan.

With a clean and unsullied sword body, Zhong Shen Xiuzai carefully washed it for half an hour, extremely focused.

Washing the sword is like washing the heart, and Zhong Shenxiu's expression is more gentle when he washes the sword.

The more fierce the killing intent in his heart became, today Qingfeng was stained with blood, and the sword was never returned.

In the middle of the sound, Zhong Shenxiu pulled his sword up, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword flower with a big bowl mouth came out of his hand.

The blue is secluded, the green mangs, the blue waves ripple like a lotus lotus, and the seclusion is deep.

The body stretched, and with a wave of the wrist, the ink lotus rose and fell, rippling one after another.

The breeze blows, and the quiet fragrance of flowers and the flickering sword lotus in the air complement each other, like a beautiful picture.

The young man is like a jade sword and a dragon, calmly dancing and waving Qingfeng.

Lotus pond, fragrant, breezy, youthful, calm......

The whole painting scroll is like an ink-colored landscape painting, with an indescribable charm in it, and the attitude is calm.

"Buzz!"

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

After a trip to the flowing swordsmanship, the blue water dragon chanted the green sword blade and vibrated endlessly, emitting a crisp sword groan.

As if he hadn't finished his fun, a longing thought dimly passed down the sword-wielding right hand to Zhong Shenxiu's heart.

"What a psychic sword. Don't worry, you'll have a great time today!"

Feeling the desire of the blue water dragon to chant the sword, Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but sigh, play the sword and sing.

"The light moon and the stars surround the chapter, and the fairy wind blows down the incense of the imperial furnace. Alone in the Cloud Palace, a long sword slashes the Jade Emperor!"

After the song, Zhong Shenxiu took one step, and a lotus boat lifted it up and broke through the air.

After hesitating, Zhong Shenxiu was still reluctant to let Bi'er experience the bloody and cruel scene.

............

When Zhong Shenxiu landed on Shanmen Square, a lot of people had gathered on the square.

Nearly 100 people are scattered on the square of Nuoda.

It is not crowded at all, but it is not the same as the desertion of the past day.

"But Zhong Shenxiu Senior Brother Zhong is in front of him, and he is extremely powerful in the shadowless sword, and when he heard that Senior Brother Zhong wants to challenge him, he is waiting here. ”

In a crowd of thirty or forty people, a young man wearing a silver-white sword robe with silver trim on his cuffs stepped out of the crowd and said to Zhong Shenxiu.

Zhong Shenxiu took a look, and most of the dozens of people in front of him were wearing sword robes of the same standard, and he already knew something in his heart.

This is to find a place from the Cloud Palace, so let's make the storm more violent!

Zhong Shenxiu secretly thought in his heart, but he didn't speak, and as soon as the long sword in his hand was raised, it could be regarded as a greeting.

Quiet temperament, sensitive to action and speaking style.

It is very suitable for the temperament of kendo Tianjiao in the eyes of ordinary people.

Among the crowd of onlookers on the sidelines, a group of people who saw Zhong Shenxiu's style yesterday were a little stunned.

A person's temperament can change so dramatically overnight.

Especially Ye Qingshuang, she complained frantically in her heart.

I'm afraid that this guy is not only out of his mind, but also mentally split, right?

Is this the same person? Aren't they twin brothers?

............

"Offended!"

The Shadowless Sword was fierce, and a fierce glint suddenly erupted in his eyes.

With his right hand, he grasped the hilt of the sword with incredible speed and drew it out of its sheath.

The melodious sound of drawing the sword of "Qiang Qiang" seemed to come from outside the sky.

A sparkling sword light suddenly rose, slashing through an arc of light and slashing towards Zhong Shenxiu.

"With such a fast sword speed, it's no wonder that it is known as a shadowless sword, and the sword is shadowless, and it is worthy of its name!"

Zhong Shenxiu sighed secretly in his heart, although he was hostile, he couldn't help but be amazed by the powerful swordsmanship.

"There are so many heroes in the world!"

Zhong Shenxiu sighed secretly in his heart, but his hands were not ambiguous.

The powerful swordsmanship is nothing to put it bluntly, there is only one word: quick!

Incredibly fast, almost beyond the limits of human sensing!

For Zhong Shenxiu, this kind of swordsmanship is not the slightest difficulty to copy.

Even more effortless, faster, and more powerful!

The fair-skinned and slender right hand grasped the hilt of the sword and choked.

The blue water dragon chant suddenly unsheathed, and calmly swung out a sword.

An even more fierce and swift sword light like snow suddenly rose and attacked head-on.

Zhong Shenxiu's sword not only came first, but also carried a concussive force.

The blade slashed precisely at the weak point of the powerful sword light, and a piercing sound of gold and iron striking slammed away.

The sword body trembled slightly, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sharp and decisive sword was instantly broken by Zhong Shenxiu.

The whole figure suddenly turned around and shifted to the side.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Zhong Shenxiu didn't have the leisure to play slowly with them this time.

There are messy broken steps under his feet, and seemingly messy and broken steps are constantly alternating.

turned into a fresh breeze and quickly bullied in front of him.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed out with a sword.

As if there was no trace of the imagination, a slight sword roar sounded.

"Next time, if you can still pick up the sword, don't easily sell the long sword in your hand!"

Zhong Shenxiu's words gently reached the ears of the powerful people.

Like a breeze passing through the ears, a wisp of murderous cold is fierce.

"You ......"

His face changed drastically, and he didn't have time to react.

"Boom" two soft sounds, along the breeze throughout the audience.

What followed was a terrible howl of pain and the choking sound of the sword falling against the ground.

On the blade of the blue water dragon sword, a series of blood beads splashed and sprinkled.

His hands drooped, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were gray.

On the wrist, two wounds rolled like a baby's mouth were dripping with blood, shocking!

Zhong Shenxiu shook the blade of his sword, and several drops of blood splashed up, spilling like plum blossoms.

"Who else?"

The voice is calm without the slightest emotion, as if it is a deep pool, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

On the square, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

What a fast sword, such a ruthless heart!