"Ding!" The long sword condensed by true qi collided with the long sword in Zhanxiong's hand, and the qi sword slowly contracted, and a touch of purple brilliance wrapped around Zhao Zhijing's slender fingers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's fingers, which were originally like warm jade, still had a touch of flesh color before.

Looking at it again at this moment, the slender two fingers have a metallic luster, and there is no trace of flesh color, just like the Buddha who achieved the golden body described in the Buddhist scriptures, but at this time, Zhao Zhijing's two fingers are not the immortal gold, but the purple that rises and is full of vitality.

Zhanxiong, a person who has experienced a lot of ups and downs, holds the long sword that accompanies him in his hand, and the pride in his heart from his bones makes him feel that the blood of his youth has become boiling at this moment. The long sword in his hand glowed with a new light at this moment, a breath of rebirth slowly rose, and a different temperament suddenly rose.

At this time, the long sword in Zhanxiong's hand that no longer has a sharp tip is more dangerous than the original moment when the tip of the sword is not broken, a touch of invisible edge spreads in the small teahouse, and everyone in the teahouse suddenly feels a chill spread from the broken sword in Zhanxiong's hand, this invisible ripple makes everyone involuntarily erect the hair around their bodies, just like a rabbit, encountering a hungry giant wolf, a fear from the soul suddenly comes.

In an instant, the broken sword in Zhanxiong's hand was not that kind of killing breath, but a kind of righteousness and awe-inspiring meaning, the light long sword in his hand was sublimated in an instant, no longer a long sword with a sword, but turned into a ring ruler in the hands of Confucianism, a kind of coercion and selflessness from the soul came suddenly.

The long sword galloped, without a trace of murderous aura, a pressure like a mountain suddenly came, in an instant, in an instant, one sword, two swords, three swords and many swords, like a round of scorching sun in the sky, under its illumination, it seemed that there was no trace of shadow, everything in front of him was full of light.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhijing's expression was solemn, and he slowly spoke: "Zhanxiong, you are really good, I underestimated you." "The pressure from the broken sword is like a mirror, illuminating people's hearts, looking for that touch of darkness in their hearts. People have their own selfishness, and naturally they can't be a piece of light, without that trace of darkness, such a bright swordsmanship, pointing directly to people's hearts, there is a kind of pressure from the soul in nature.

Naturally, this kind of really bright swordsmanship is not something that anyone can cultivate, and only like Zhanxiong's ancestor, Zhanzhao has followed Bao Qingtian and Bao Zheng, who is selfless and has a mirror hanging high, will have such a fair and righteous heart and create such a fair and righteous swordsmanship.

But Zhao Zhijing is not a person of this era, a person from later generations, in the original era of dilution of character, the darkness in his heart will no longer make people feel guilty, there is a way that people do not destroy for themselves, that ray of light will only oppress people who have a trace of guilt in their hearts, there is no guilt in their hearts, how can they be afraid.

Without guilt, even if what you do is dark, it will be above board in your own eyes, but others don't understand it.

Zhao Zhijing's two cultivated fingers, in an instant, or an instant, burst out of a sense of heaven and earth righteousness, a touch of darkness in his heart can no longer affect his emotional fluctuations, he always thinks that what he is doing is right, without that trace of guilt in his heart, how can Zhao Zhijing be afraid of the light.

"Jingle bell!" The slender fingers, and the long sword that had lost its tip, exuded a light like the sun in the sky in this small teahouse, and it was still as selfless and majestic as an ancient saint. The long sword was pulled out, and his fingers were tapped, but the artistic conception of the galaxy in it spread out in the air.

One by one, the Jianghu guests in the teahouse, the masters of catching fast and Ouchi, were all rolled up by this invisible ripple, rolling up a trace of guilt in their hearts, and suddenly felt that their hearts were like a huge stone pressing, as if they were out of breath, and they couldn't help but panic in their hearts, and they quickly walked out of the teahouse.

Suddenly, a large open space was revealed around Zhao Zhijing and Zhanxiong, even the owner of the teahouse, the second brother, left the small teahouse at this moment, regardless of the reluctance in his heart. But when everyone dispersed, and when the appearance was fighting, a fiery red shadow was still standing beside Zhao Zhijing, and this invisible ripple of light had no effect on her at all.

Zhao Zhijing's eyes swept away, and he saw Li Mochou, who was engaged in it, holding her own sheathed long sword in one hand, but his eyes didn't notice at all that those who had spread out and were fighting outside Sanzhang, those pure eyes without a trace of flaws were still looking at him quietly.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhijing's heart realized, this lovely person in front of him has been living in the tomb of the living dead with few faces, and the small hearts are as white as snowflakes in winter, without a trace of flaws, without a trace of red dust in this world, and without a trace of dirt.

With such simplicity, how can there be a dark side in the heart, some are just the kind of family love for their master, sister, and mother-in-law, and the love from the heart for themselves. How can she feel the oppression from the light, what she feels should be the warmth of the light.

In an instant, or in an instant, Zhao Zhijing's fingers shining with metallic luster and radiating light and the broken sword in Zhanxiong's hand exuding a heroic righteousness collided several times, dozens of times, hundreds of times, or thousands of times, or countless times in the small teahouse;

But the energy that exuded was not the slightest bit restrained, the wooden tables that were placed one by one, the stools that were still popular, and the teacups that exuded heat on the table, at this moment, kept making a crisp sound, one by one the teacups cracked, and the steaming tea was everywhere; one by one the stools were torn and fell to the ground, and even the thick wooden tables were not spared from the fact that some of the white sword qi was torn in half, and some were pierced by the fingers, leaving holes the size of copper coins.

The moving figure, the bright and upright long sword stopped, and Zhanxiong's robe already had finger holes, but the broken sword in his hand still exuded a bright breath, although there was already a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth at this time, and he couldn't see a trace of depression under the scattered hair, and some were just a kind of heroic temperament.

The white robe was draped, Zhao Zhijing's fingers had been withdrawn from his sleeves, and there was not a trace of stain on his robe, and the quaint Purple Emperor Sword was still hanging on his waist, without the slightest intention of being unsheathed. (To be continued.) )