The long sword slowly came out, and fell in Zhanxiong's eyes, not a trace of abnormality, what was forced in front of him was just an ordinary sword, but it did not have the edge and cold aura of the long sword, but it exuded a warmth in the color like purple jade, but Zhanxiong was grim, did not relax at all, and the broken sword in his hand was held tightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhanxiong slashed out with a sword, without the sharp tip of the long sword, at this time it was like a tiger with broken fangs, but there will always be exceptions, and the transformation of the broken sword is like a snake in a deep pool transforming into a real dragon in the wind and thunder. There is no sharp sword qi in a horizontal sword, but there is a kind of coercion of heroic righteousness, without a trace of darkness.

There are two long swords that are not unusual, one is purple like purple jade without any edge, and the other has broken the tip of the sword, without the coldness of the long sword, but it has been reborn. The two long swords kept clashing in the small teahouse, making a crisp sound, but these sounds were not static, for a while like the sound of insects was tiny and almost inaudible, and for a while it was like a huge bell of an ancient temple suddenly ringing, and the huge sound was like thunder, resounding in the heart.

"Instant Sword!" Zhao Zhijing snorted softly, there was only jade color on the Purple Emperor Sword, but this jade color spread out in an instant or in an instant, and shadows that seemed to be real long swords appeared in the air, one, two, and three full six hundred and thirty-six sword shadows, like the tail feathers of a peacock suddenly dispersed at this moment.

A fan-shaped sword curtain spreads out, and the sword shadows are fan bones, and the purple jade-like color is the fan surface spread on it, and in an instant, a beautiful giant fan like a dream appears in front of the people.

However, the beautiful at the same time will generally carry danger, the fan swept, suddenly like a surging wind, one after another huge momentum swept across the air, those teacups, stools, and tables that had been cracked on the ground, at this moment could not help shaking, and many things under the squeeze of the air turned into powder in an instant, as if even the ground swept by the fan surface sank a little at this moment.

Looking at the sweeping dragon in front of him, Zhanxiong's face, which still had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, did not show a trace of horror at all, but showed a smile, a smile that saw the way forward.

Zhanxiong rose up, a sword slashed, a round of red sun suddenly born, the long sword in his hand changed at this moment, turned into the Confucian in the hand of the edifying ring ruler, a sense of care paved up, that is not a killing machine, but a kind of artistic conception to make others progress, but also a kind of majesty, that is the majesty of the teacher, a kind of coercion from the heart.

The sword fan danced, the wind dragon swirled, the broken sword waved, the body turned into a ring ruler, and a red sun suddenly appeared. Between the electric light and flint, the red sun and the wind collided, if it were not for the sword fan is purple jade, the big day is the red sun, at this moment some people may think that Zhao Zhijing and Zhanxiong showed the ancient legend of the magic power "Black Sun Wind Disaster".

Zhanxiong in the air, holding the long sword in one hand and slowly falling, like a red sun emitting a thousand rays of light, the light is not dazzling, nor is it the contempt for others in the sky, but a kind of selflessness, a kind of vitality.

The jade-colored Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand danced slowly, the sword fan was retracted, and turned into a purple jade pillar that supported the sky, and in the eyes of everyone, the red sun was about to fall on the jade pillar, and it was definitely a defeat for both sides, but the next moment the jade pillar suddenly changed, and the top of the jade pillar exuded a touch of jade-colored brilliance, and a purple lotus slowly opened.

The petals of the flowers, surrounding the lotus canopy, exuded a gentle purple light, and the whole six hundred and thirty-six petals were like real ones. The red sun that fell on the purple lotus platform happened to be like the great day in the Buddhist scriptures, and the dazzling golden body sat on the lotus seat when he attained enlightenment, but the golden lotus platform in the Buddhist scriptures was the purple lotus at this time.

But at this moment, the purple lotus platform was not the red sun, the thirty-six petals, slowly closed, the jade-like petals condensed this extremely pure sword qi, and there was a small wisp of breath belonging to the sword gang. At this moment, it was like the time bomb time had arrived, and a huge aura suddenly erupted, and the true qi in Zhanxiong's body in the red sun was running rapidly, and the sword qi was agitated, hitting the jade-colored petals, making a crisp sound.

The petals that condensed the true qi suddenly spread out, and one after another full of great energy suddenly erupted, like a bomb exploding, the small teahouse that was already full of holes was already crumbling, and finally came to the end of its life at the moment of harmony, and collapsed with a bang, burying Zhao Zhijing and Zhanxiong underneath.

Everyone looked at the pile of ruins in front of them, and the look on their faces did not change in the slightest, but they didn't know what they thought in their hearts, but in those eyes, they could see some schadenfreude, some sadness, and some pity. But there was only that fiery red shadow, a calm face, and there was no change in the slightest on his face, but those bright eyes still quietly looked at the ruins in front of him.

The natural sun is covered by a drifting dark cloud, and the golden sunlight cannot be seen, just like the hearts of some people at this time, a dark cloud is shrouded, without a trace of joy.

At this time, the little second brother of the teahouse was standing beside the fiery red figure, and slowly said: "This young lady, aren't you worried about the father-in-law who is with you?" Li Mochou heard this, the corner of his eyes swept away, his face did not change at all, and he said: "Brother Zhijing will be fine, how can this collapsed little teahouse bury him!"

"Mo Chou is really the person who knows me best, and I can't hide anything from you!" The clear voice came into his ears clearly, Li Mochou's ice-like eyes showed a hint of joy, and a warm smile appeared on his fair face, just like a warm sunshine in the cold winter.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and a jade pillar rose into the sky, and the ruins covering the ground were broken at this moment, and pieces and pieces of tree trunks that had been torn apart flew out like sharp arrows from the string at this moment, and a white figure rose into the air.

Even though the sun has been blocked by dark clouds at this time, it is still so extraordinary, and an invisible momentum spreads, like an invisible boulder pressing on the hearts of some people, so dull, as if they are about to breathe.

On the face that was like a crown of jade, the corners of the mouth were slightly curled, revealing a warm smile, a pair of bright eyes, like bright stars in the starry sky, there was no cold, no heat, but when that pair of bright eyes swept over, everyone couldn't help but look solemn, and a kind of nervousness suddenly appeared. (To be continued.) )