There are not a thousand kinds of lotus in Qianlian Lake, and there is only one kind of lotus in Qianlian Lake, which is called Wang Lian.

Qianlian Lake is not big, the shape is elliptical, and the distance between the two banks is about 150 zhang at the very long point, so it is also called Qianlian Pond.

Whether it is a lake or a pond, there is no boat or crossing, no corridor and no bridge, so the huge leaves of Wang Lian are only clustered around the waterside, and the clear water is like a mirror.

But how did he fly?

It is still a beautiful wind and sun, and the spring is bright, when countless people rushed to Qianlian Lake, countless people have been surrounded by Qianlian Lake, and the sound has been violating for hundreds of miles, and the momentum has been boiling.

Lake Center, there are two people.

The first is Fang Xiaohouye, holding the wandering sword, majestic!

The first is Murong Gongzi, who holds the sword of conscience and has a long body.

The clear water is like a mirror, and it is relatively invisible.

Allure is peerless, but if you want a confidant in your life, Murong Gongzi is Fang Yin's best friend, and there is no one.

It was Fang Yin's mirror heart that was covered with dust, and the path was blocked, Murong Gongzi couldn't bear to see it, Murong Gongzi wanted to help Fang Yin move the stone.

This is the only battle, this is the only way.

Fang Yin couldn't say anything, with touching, kindness, affection, love, such words seemed too thin, Fang Yin could only accept it, and at the same time keep it in mind: "Brother Murong-"

Childe smiled and drew his sword.

Ice Spirit's pregnant heart, the essence of the ice jade, how many years, the first strange sword of the ages shines, and finally appears in front of the world again: "Wow!"

Again, stand tall and see far, and the magic of the Sword of Inquiry will be explained by the Seven Swords of the Friend of the Divine Lord.

Li Yidao: "Is that the Sword of Inquiry? Is that the Sword of Inquiry?"

Li Erdao: "Yes, big brother, you read it right, a sword is full of colors." The way of life is full of all kinds of things. Sword of Inquiry. It's a transparent sword. ”

Li Sandao: "No, second brother, don't say so, only under the light of the sky, the sword is transparent-"

Li Sidao: "Look! Look! Look! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, that sword has seven colors!"

Li Wudao: "A sword pierces the heart!"

Li Liudao: "Hey! This time Li Fourteen is going to be miserable, to put it bluntly, I still sympathize with him, although he doesn't deserve my sympathy." ”

Li Qidao: "That's the problem. Why are these two people fighting here?"

Li Liudao: "Then it is needless to say, since it is for the lord of God, fighting for the wind and jealousy, resulting in fratricide and brothers, I will say that women have always been a disaster, especially the one like the lord of God, who looks like the one who has brought disaster to the country and the people!"

Li Wudao: "Sixth brother, in front of the god master." We can't speak ill of the Lord of God!"

Li Sidao: "Huh, what about the Lord of the Gods? I don't seem to have seen the Lord of the Gods for a long time, not the deity." Could it be that she's lost?"

Li Sandao: "Shhhhh ”

Li Erdao: "I guess that our dragon sect master who is the only one in the heavens and the earth has already left, and after defeating the self-defeating Li Fourteen without much effort, he has gone away. ”

Li Yidao: "Li Fourteen, it's just funny, a hundred times more stupid than his brother Li Thirteen!"

"A thousand times!"

"Ten thousand times!"

"A million times!"

"I don't know why I'm still very sympathetic to Li Fourteen, although it is said that sympathy is overflowing, it is a common problem for women, in the final analysis, it is human nature to sympathize with the weak, although Li Fourteen does not deserve anyone's sympathy. ”

"The so-called dying person, his words are also good, I don't know if Li Fourteen has any last words that he hasn't explained to his brother Li Thirteen?"

"I'm still curious, why are these two people fighting here?"

"Could it be that the Lord of the Divine Lord had an affair with Murong Gongzi and put on a green hat for the Master of the Divine Lord's husband, that is, Li Shishi. ”

"Cap. ”

"Huh. ”

"Great. ”

"You. ”

"How. ”

Suddenly, there was no contact between the seven of them.

As the god master, he was angry, and the seven dwarfs looked at each other, and they could only talk to themselves, and they collectively fell into panic and fear: "Wow!"

......

A sword is full of colors, how gorgeous and beautiful!

That was what everyone saw, and Fang Yin saw a transparent sword, piercing straight into his heart-

The water is green, the sword is green, and at this time, the water is endowed with a sword-shaped god: "Wave!"

A sword swung over, and the form and spirit were destroyed.

Sword to.

Forced to the skin, the heart has been stinging, and the death of your life in vain is a sword, a sword to ask the heart!

Fang Yin retreated.

Moving extremely quietly, extremely fast and slow, this sword Fang Yin couldn't dodge before, but now he still can't dodge, not to mention that Murong Gongzi is going all out this time without mercy-

Only on tiptoe, people fly backwards, little by little, the surface of the lake ripples slightly......

If it was a few months ago, this sword had already pierced through the heart, just because this sword moved appropriately, it was indistinguishable between reality and fiction, extremely slow and extremely fast, if it was short-lived, it would just be able to deceive Fang Yin's eyes-

A snail is on its way.

A turtle overtook it with lightning speed!

Normally, slow, slow, and a man sitting on the side of the road watching-

The turtle does not laugh at the snail, and the snail does not worship the turtle, but the person has an idea, and he sighs with emotion: "Hahahahahahahaha!"

He laughed and got up, ready to go back and tell the story as a joke.

Before I knew it, there was a fly lying in the middle of my head.

The fly has no idea, and it will not be emotional, because this is a fly in the countryside, and this is ready to take a hitchhike to the city to see the world.

But unfortunately, pickpocketing is always risky: "Smack!"

Flies are annoying, and no one likes it: "Smack!"

Annoying, the left face changed to the right face: "Smack!"

Generally, the movements are slow, the movements are slow, and when the slap crackles and falls, the flies eat a meal and take a cold and urine, and then they hum and sing and fly away slowly.

This incident can also be told as a joke.

This sword, extremely slow and extremely fast, like the bright moon in the sky, can be looked up and thought to be quietly watching-

I don't know how many miles it will be in an instant!

The palm of the hand that falls from the eye of the fly. Slow as a turtle's leisurely pace. So fast and slow are just relative. And it is impossible to transcend the limitations of individual cognition -

In the end, it is impossible to transcend the laws of time and space.

Fang Yin retreated, the dragonfly dotted the water, little by little, little ripples......

Childe enters, the sword is one, and the water marks are straight -

Straight like that sword, take the son forward. If you have no ears, your son is a sword spike――――――

If it is a swallowtail, it has been cut through the spring water――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

A shallow blue mark, through the sparkling halo, the picture is very beautiful.

The sword is inseparable, like a shadow, but the beginning, the end, the distance has been stretched, and time has won a line: "Huh!"

Fang Yin took out his sword again. The wanderer slashes his heart!

The sword was nameless, only in a horizontal cut. U-turn and slash: "Snort-"

The conscience is strong, the conscience is fragile, and any sword in the world is the nemesis of the conscience: "Sneer--"

The son's sword was slightly collected, and the wanderer broke the spring water: "Sneer―――――――――――――――――――――――――"

"Boom!" A snow-white wall of water stood abruptly on the surface of the lake: "Wow! Wow!"

The son stopped and stopped at the front.

Fang Yin stopped, and then entered, if the arrow from the string: "Whoosh!"

Pierce through the wall and stab straight with a sword!

Straight to the throat!

Ren Jian!

Flick your fingers and flowers bloom and fall, count the years with one heart, wanderer, benevolent sword, heaven and earth are my teacher, I am the master of heaven and earth-

Ren sword, simple, out of the snatch of life and kill, fast and decisive ruthless!

Kill to kill!

Fang Yin's sword has already fulfilled the essence of the master's sword intent, and it is also a general all-out attack without mercy: "Heh!"

Childe smiled slightly, and waved a sword casually-

The Sword of Footfall.

The sword of the foot, the sword of speculation.

In one life, how can you tell the truth with only the words life and death, right and wrong, success and failure, gain and loss, all the meanings are contained in the sword.

There are many changes in the sword.

The heart of the conscience suddenly shines brightly, as bright as the blazing sun, like the glow of the sun, reflecting all things, only in one body!

It is the sky, the earth, the sea, the mountains, the water, the clouds, the grass, the wood, the vines, the flowers, the birds, the butterflies, the colors are colorful, the complexity is changing, the beauty is incomprehensible, how can the magnificence be seen.

It is the one who has experienced a sword, but only the conscience makes it.

In that sword, there is the unruliness of the prodigal son, the wildness of the hero, the loneliness of the hero, the freedom of the hermit, the power of the emperor, the cunning of officials and businessmen, the sourness of the literati, and the fickleness of the play. In that sword, there is the innocence of a child, the wisdom of an old man, the passion of youth, the flying of youth, the ignorance of feelings, the love of youth, the yearning for beauty, and the helplessness of choice. Sweet smiles, bitter tears, bland happiness, deep sighs, so and so on, all kinds of things, a sword to the end of life, through the world of all kinds of -

You don't see him clearly, so you don't know him!

It's the sword that has gone through a long history, the most complicated sword in the world—

Fang Yin ignored it and broke the complexity with simplicity!

At this time, the son was gone, there were only a thousand swords and thousands of swords in front of him, Fang Yin ignored it, only did not see it, let him have a thousand flowers, and there was only a slight concave neck socket in his eyes: "Snort!"

"Snort, snort!"

It's just that what you haven't seen is false, and Wan Jian Ling Chi is true: "Snort, snort! snort!"

With a wave of his hand, ten thousand sword qi, blowing hair and breaking hair, and ten thousand strands of clothes: "Boom!"

On the shore of Qianlian Lake, there was chaos!

It's a long story, but in an instant, everyone saw Gongzi's sword swing over Fang Yin as if "boom!" exploded, and the dark red broken clothes with apricot yellow broken arms were already like a rain of flowers in the sky: "Wow-"

It's okay, it's okay, at this time, Fang Yin is no Zen, and he only can't help it with his sword qi: "Break!"

But when I saw that fine and naked, he gave birth to a good guy, like a reckless wild boar, and walked through the flowers!

Yes, it is a bit vulgar to describe it like this, but the sword of the foot is unbreakable, just like a wild boar that eats berries is always thorned by thorns, just like a bear that steals honey and always stings bees.

can only rely on himself, and his skin is rough and his flesh is thick.

You think to yourself, I'm brutal, unreasonable, it's brute, let you show off your talent and meet soldiers, and it's unreasonable to be clear!

However, right and wrong are easy to distinguish between right and wrong, but success or failure is only in the blink of an eye, even if it was once in the sea, the sea is only a drop in the ocean, and everything between life and death is still just a passing cloud.

Only if it is not broken, it can be broken, and it has to be exchanged, the sword of ignorance.

Sword of Judgment.

The sword of obscurity is also the simplest.

Only one sword.

And ask the heart.

Childe appeared, holding a conscience in his hand-

It's Ning, it's quiet, it's constant, it's Ding, it seems that it has been standing there for a long time, waiting for Fang Yin for a long, long time.

The conscience is gone.

All colors are suddenly lost, and the conscience is hidden between heaven and earth, and it has been a butterfly among flowers, and it has been a bamboo leaf green on the bamboo.

The invisible sword is the most dangerous.

The wanderer sword to.

Childe didn't move.

and the throat is allowed, and it is not allowed to enter—

If at that time, his heart stabbed again, this time Fang Yin took the initiative to send it, and there was only one result of this sword stabbing, that is, Fang Yin died.

Childe may not be.

The things of the world, the sophistication of the world, only in one lifetime, no one can fully experience.

But it is enough to hear more, to know little, to suffice-

"Phew!"

Fang Yin did not hesitate, and stabbed with a sword......!