When he said this, Lin Yu was calm, like an old man, but Xue Yue was angry for a while, his tiger eyes widened, and he stabbed with a sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This thorn seems to be random, as if it is ashamed to lose its rules, almost unchanged and not pressing.

This trick is not a classic of the sect, so not many people know about it, and it is called "Half Cup Trench".

There is a saying that "a trench of spring water is more than half a cup", which means that the immortal can fill the entire moat with half a cup.

Xue Yue's casual sword was not just a trench of spring water in that cup, if he thought it was just half a glass of wine, he would definitely be doomed.

The silver light broke through the sky, and the sword roared like the wind, like an ancient bell ringing in winter, rippling slowly in the air.

The sound waves reached the quiet crowd, causing people to lose their ears for a while, followed by the humming sound of the sword, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

People only heard the sound of the sword, and their hearts were already turbulent, Xue Yue's sword path had reached such a level that could affect people's minds!

The sword came to the pine and cypress, startled the birds, the dew poured down, and the green leaves were reborn.

There were a few more cheerful cries in the air, but the ring was solemn to the extreme.

Lin Yu's clone slowly pulled out the spirit sword from the scabbard, this action was extremely slow, the friction between the sword body and the scabbard made a "zizi" sound, mixed with the sound of the impact of the aura and the scabbard, the sound of the sword body trembling at high speed, and finally played a melodious sword chant, like the birth of a hidden dragon, and the sound of the dragon chanting and drinking the world.

Zitai is facing the palace, there is an old man sitting upright, with white eyebrows and ears, so he is known as the "Long Eyebrow Master", he is the law enforcement elder of the Jianxi faction, and his qualifications are several generations older than the head, specifically for the general election. When the sword groaned and drifted, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes like a dim starry sky suddenly had a few more fine lights, and the wrinkles that had recorded an unknown number of years trembled, only to see him slowly stand up, looking in the direction of the platform, in awe.

The memory that was buried by the years was pulled back to I don't know how long ago by a sword groan, he was still a Taoist boy, and he witnessed the competition between Shizun and the existence under the starry sky, it was also a sword chant, like the sound of broken strings, it was extremely powerful, and then Shizun was defeated.

That night, the starry sky brightened, and the storm rushed in, while he shivered in the corner, witnessing the loss of the Immortal Sword Immortal in the way of the sword. Today, he can understand every move in the ring with just a sweep of his senses, as long as he flicks his sleeves, the chaotic sound will disappear, but the awe is not diminished.

He came to the crowd, came to the front of the platform, the sword qi was not released, the others were unknown, because he had not flicked his fingers for a moment, he stared at the blue and black spirit sword, and recognized it at a glance after nine times of soul extraction, it seemed that it was the same before, so he was even more sure of something.

People hadn't noticed that there was an extra person in front of the stage, because the blue and black swords on the stage had fallen from a great height.

A move that falls from a high place, called Breaking Water, the eleventh form of the Nine Spirits Sword Technique.

Drawing a knife to cut off the water, the water flows artesianly, this trick is very common, but few people can understand the subtlety.

The long sword fell, the sword qi was like a mang, and the sword chant followed, and the three were integrated, and the sky seemed to be cut by it, and the turbulent waves were separated.

The silver mang and the black mang collided together, the sword roared no more, and the sword chant stopped abruptly!

Without the sound of the sword, the crowd was silent, and the chirping of the birds that had just flown was silent, except for the dew on the pine trees.

Lin Yu quietly caught the bladeless sheath that fell from the air, and the cold feeling spread throughout his body, and he was stunned for a while.

On the other side, it was the silver natal spirit sword that fell, the air was silent, how could there be any soul clone, Xue Yue knelt on the ground, his long hair was messily draped, he stared at the blood in his hand blankly, full of unwillingness, and wanted to stand up, but he stumbled and fell down again.

The young man who scattered the batch, stubbornly tried again, knelt down again, this scene did not know how many times, the original high-spirited natal spirit sword became his last pillar, he held the sword body, the blood was stained red and silver, this blood had long been unable to distinguish whether it was left by the previous injury or left by him holding the sword.

In this way, Xue Yue stood up with difficulty, and then laughed exaggeratedly, laughing out of tears. He didn't think that he would lose, let alone that the other party only used one move.

However, the next moment, the last trace of his spiritual power was exhausted, and the natal spirit sword also disappeared, he knelt down again with a pop, this time there was no strength to support him to stand up, just like when he was a child, he cried desperately and helplessly, and he finally knelt down.

The scene is still so clear, his tallest grandfather, kneeling in front of a little girl who looks like a clown, begging someone to spare his family, the girl laughs and clapps her hands and jumps, like a clown on the stage, and then she kills everyone with her grandfather's sword, including his parents, and throws the blood-stained keel in front of him who forgot to cry, and says "Let's play a game!"

At the age of ten, he came here and became a hostage of the Southeast Xiuzhen Domain, and since then the Jianxi Sect has one more gentleman.

Xue Yue raised his head, and suddenly saw a long-eyebrow old Taoist smiling at him, this scene was almost exactly the same as six years ago, he cried desperately, and the old Taoist smiled kindly. He thought that this laugh was a mockery, a trampling on his last trace of dignity, until Lin Yu told him that dignity was not the same thing. Kneeling doesn't mean there is no dignity, and mercy doesn't have to be malicious, so this time instead of resisting being pulled away, he said to Lao Dao, "Please help me!" and slammed his head on the ground.

Xue Yue, who had no one in his eyes, knelt down! Xue Yue, who was hanging six swords, kowtowed!

The Master with long eyebrows came to Xue Yue and helped the junior with both hands.

The smile added a few wrinkles, but the old man was very pleased, he had been waiting for this day for an unknown amount of time. He and Xue Yue's grandfather were close friends, and his old friend was killed, so he braved the world's disapproval to take Xue Yue in, but the child did not appreciate it.

In the past three years, Xue Yue really lived the life of a hostage, locking himself in his room all day long, not trusting anyone, and even having no idea of cultivating revenge.

It wasn't until the third year that a new miscellaneous disciple was replaced, and one of them exclaimed, "This is the orphan of the Xue family?"

Xue Qian is Xue Yue's grandfather's name, and his words made the eyes of the young man who had been silent for three years red. At that time, he had a sword beside him, the one that pierced the dragon bone, and the miscellaneous disciples were all at the third level of qi refining, and he had only just begun to cultivate, but the next moment the piercing dragon bone penetrated through the chest of the miscellaneous disciples.

Xue Yue killed someone and began to appear in another state in the Sword Creek Sect. After Xue Yue killed more people, from the disciples of the family to the descendants of the elders, until no one dared to mention the affairs of the Xue family again, the sect chose to remain silent.

The Master of Long Eyebrows knew that killing people would not let the young man let go, and he couldn't hide the loneliness in the young man's heart after all. With Xue Yue's identity, he can naturally get the best resources of the sect and have the best master, but he will always cultivate by himself and guard against everyone. The self-esteem of young people makes the elderly Changmei helpless, this is the generation gap, which cannot be crossed.

"Figured it out?" Changmei smiled with relief, and his white beard trembled slightly.

Xue Yue nodded, then turned his gaze in Lin Yu's direction.

Changmei also looked over, he was attracted by the sword chant, but he didn't take a closer look at Lin Yu, because he was sure that Lin Yu was the heir of that person, so it was not something he could manage. So, this glance is shocking, not because of the surprise and beauty, but because the young man is ordinary, ordinary, and there is no trace of submerging all beings. That existence, a poor scholar, has the power to turn the world upside down, so how could an ordinary Lin Yu be ordinary, otherwise how could he have that Nine Essence Weapon, how could he easily dial that sonorous sword groan.

It's just that he's a little unwilling, isn't he? It's just a child of the sixth layer of Qi refining, he can't see through it, and the more he looks at it, the more he doesn't understand, it's despair.

Facing the strange gazes of the two, Lin Yu was very uncomfortable. The most shocking thing about that sword was himself, he never thought that just drawing the sword would be stronger than all his means, wiping and washing in less than a moment every day, with no difficulty in sword skills, he could easily defeat Xue Yue's soul clone, he knew that in this way, he would definitely draw his sword out of the sheath when he met Cheng Nanxue. It's a pity that the bladeless sword cultivation sword can't be heard like this for at least a long time.

The only thing I am glad about is that I tried it today, so that Lin Yu knew the extraordinaryness of that tattered essay, those ordinary methods that he ignored, those vague moves and spells, and the idea of Pegasus Starry Sky, maybe they are all priceless treasures.

Lin Yu could understand Xue Yue's gaze, because the other party was so strange from beginning to end, it was not strange, but why the old man also had this kind of gaze made him very puzzled. However, this did not affect Lin Yu's recognition of the identity of the old man's clothing representative, so he saluted respectfully, meticulously, and could hardly find a trace of fault in his movements, just a little stiff.

"Hmph!" Xue Yue returned to his previous poisonous tongue: "Fake!"