Under the bright moon, Zhao Zhijing held a wine glass in the Jicui Pavilion, and there was a bright moon in his eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info put down the wine glass softly, lifted the purple emperor sword placed beside him with one hand, and stepped out of the Jicui Pavilion in a few steps, looking at the constantly twinkling stars in the sky, and the trace of silence in his heart suddenly disappeared.

The breeze was light, and the bamboo leaves, which were as narrow as swords, kept shaking under the moonlight, making a rustling sound. Zhao Zhijing, Hong Qigong, and Huang Yaoshi's figures were stretched long by the moonlight. But the figures of the three of them stood straight and straight in the courtyard like the straight pillars of heaven. The two towering green pines on both sides of the Jicui Pavilion, the pine needles that are like fine needles keep shaking in the breeze, and the shadows printed on the ground are like a long sword without a handle, sharp and difficult, with a few traces of the legendary flying sword in the hands of the sword fairy.

Huang Yaoshi, who was dressed in a green robe, was already holding the jade flute hidden in his sleeve in his hand, and under the illumination of the moonlight, the slender jade flute was shining with wisps of light, making the slender flute body translucent. Huang Yaoshi's bright eyes had wisps of essence swaying, and he looked at Zhao Zhijing, who had an indifferent look on his face at this time, Huang Yaoshi's jade flute was held horizontally in front of his chest, and he said: "Zhao boy, listening to what you say, there may really be someone in this history, but looking at the slight yearning in your eyes, there is no trace of respect, presumably your kid also has an extraordinary cultivation!"

Hong Qigong on the side, the red gourd hung on his waist, the green jade bamboo cane in his hand, the ragged cuffs, revealing a palm as white as jade, and the smooth skin was like a baby's, a little more tender than an ordinary woman. Seeing this slender and smooth palm, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This Hong Qigong, the most powerful of his cultivation is the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descent", this kung fu is a method of cultivation from the outside in, and it is extremely fierce. If it is an ordinary person's cultivation, there must be thick calluses on the palm, but Hong Qigong's smooth hands are always telling that his cultivation is very profound, and his fierce internal force is as soft as water, from the inside out, sweeping away the dark wounds of his body, refining his body. ”

Zhao Zhijing looked at Hong Qigong's slender palm, the fingers that pointed like a sword, and his face showed a thoughtful expression. And Hong Qigong, who was holding a jasper bamboo cane, laughed at this moment, and said with a smile: "Zhao boy, you already have a good cultivation at a young age, listen to you talk about it at this moment, and know this martial arts road." I don't believe that your cultivation has made any progress in the past few years, and when I saw the old poison leave during the day, there was still a trace of jealousy in the eyes of looking at you. ”

"Old poison, this person, is despicable and shameless, but I still know that his martial arts cultivation is always called Huahua, even if I can only fight with anger, he will naturally not be afraid of me. After that, Hong Qigong stared at Zhao Zhijing with both eyes, and said softly: "If the kid says that your cultivation has not made any progress, I don't believe it, I have a rare opportunity to be here today, so let me see where your cultivation is." ”

The words fell, and before Zhao Zhijing returned, the jasper bamboo cane that was originally on the ground was already in his hand. Between the lightning and flint, it was already smashing towards Zhao Zhijing silently. Suddenly, the boundless pressure emanated from the jasper bamboo branches, and Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt that the air around him had turned into a quagmire, and the power was like a chain that bound him in place. The jasper bamboo cane has arrived in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Zhijing knows that he has no chance to dodge.

Feeling the pressure around his body and the tearing force of the jasper bamboo cane, Zhao Zhijing laughed and said: "Since the Seventh Duke has this Yaxing, the kid will give up his life to accompany the gentleman, and I hope that the Seventh Duke will not count the younger son." As he spoke, Zhao Zhijing held the Purple Emperor Sword in one hand, and the free hand was like a sword, and he slowly pointed out.

The slender fingers glowed with wisps of light under the bright moon, like white jade, and there was not a trace of wrinkles on the skin. In the middle of his strength, he had already erected the jasper bamboo cane that had been smashed. The slender two fingers swept across the air, and the jasper bamboo cane without a trace of brilliance was swept aside by the slender two fingers.

Zhao Zhijing's white robe in the moonlight was automatic without wind at this moment, like Kunpeng's feathers swaying. The sheathed Purple Emperor Sword has been inserted into the bluestone, standing straight under the bright moon, and the sword shadow is pulled by the moonlight, like a long black dragon, entrenched on the ground.

Zhao Zhijing lifted his breath in his chest, and his white figure flashed, and it had already landed on the Jicui Pavilion. At this time, he was dressed in white like snow, standing on the green bamboo pavilion, the breeze blowing, his clothes swayed, and the bright moon was in the sky, sprinkling the bright moonlight. At this moment, this person, a pavilion, and a month seem to be one, which makes people can't help but praise a long-term ink painting.

Zhao Zhijing, who turned around, had the shadow of the bright moon in his eyes, and an extraordinary aura emanated from his body, as if he was no longer a mortal in this world at this moment, and the white moonlight was like a wisp of immortal qi lingering around him. Zhao Zhijing, who seemed to be about to become an immortal, had a smile on his face, and said slowly: "The two seniors are so interested, although the juniors have not refined the gods, they also sacrificed their lives to accompany the gentleman, so let the two of them appreciate the style of the realm of refining gods." ”

When the words fell, the true qi in Zhao Zhijing's body couldn't help running, and the ancestral aperture in the center of his eyebrows trembled slightly, although the ancestral aperture that had not been opened did not drag Zhao Zhijing's hind legs at this moment, and a wisp of coolness like cold wine in summer fell straight into the dantian from the center of his eyebrows.

The next moment, there was a thunderous sound in Zhao Zhijing's body, and every organ in his body became extraordinarily coordinated at this moment. Feeling the strangeness coming from Zhao Zhijing's body, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong stood under the Jicui Pavilion, smiling, and their bright eyes looked straight at Zhao Zhijing, who was like an immortal god at this moment.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's slightly closed eyes slowly opened. opened his mouth and exhaled, and a turbid gas came out in the moonlight like a sharp sword, and there was a stabbing sound, and a green bamboo had been cut off by this turbidity. All this fell in the eyes of Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, and the two pairs of bright eyes showed a different color.

But all this didn't seem to have any effect on Zhao Zhijing, Wen Yu's eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky, and couldn't stop praising it: "Sure enough, it's a good month, today is really a good season!" At this moment, the lobes of Zhao Zhijing's body danced, and his mouth and nose were like an abyss, extracting the air around him. Just when Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong thought that Zhao Zhijing was just spitting out the old and accepting the new, a white light appeared between Zhao Zhijing's mouth and nose, and wisps of moonlight converged in the middle.

Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were dumbfounded, and said in unison: "Is this a wisp of moonlight?" The two trembled slightly, and muttered to themselves: "Yuehua, Yuehua" (to be continued.) )