Chu Beichen was still immersed in the swordsmanship danced by the girl, but he didn't know that the catastrophe was coming.

The mouth of the cave was sealed by a girl, and people in the world often say that the Son of Heaven is angry and ambushes millions of corpses, so what if the immortals are angry?

The girl looked at the sky, and the purple thunder swam in the clouds, like a tailed dragon shuttling through the East China Sea.

"Like a dream" pointed at the sky, looking at the purple thunder that still had the potential to break the river, the girl smiled for no reason: "You said that this scene is not like when you angrily slashed the immortals and crossed the gate of heaven without entering." ”

Skynet is magnificent, embattled, and thunderous in all directions.

A spiritual scroll appeared in the sky, and every time it stretched and closed, there was a flash of golden light.

Inch by inch to the girl.

There was an immortal in the sky who angrily reprimanded, "Ruhua Dragon is about to turn into a dragon, why do you disobey the way of heaven, two thousand years of cultivation in your body, why don't you go and seek the right path in heaven?"

The girl sneered, "There is no right way in the world, for me, if the way does not deceive me, it is right." ”

My generation of swordsmen, An can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to deal with the powerful.

The girl shattered the phantom of the immortal with a sword, straightened her waist, and felt like a great enemy.

There are Buddha futons chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish.

There are real people sitting and talking, and the pen is wonderful.

Some scholars scolded Fang Xuan and pointed out the country.

There are swordsmen in green shirts who are broken and guests in the rivers and lakes.

There is a god who will carve the stone Yanran, and the horse leather shroud.

The people in the picture scroll are clearly the people who have been feathered and ascended in the past few hundred years.

At this moment, a heavenly thunder fell, and the sky seemed to explode a hole, and the second heavenly thunder followed closely, and the momentum was like a charge of ten thousand iron horsemen, winding up.

The girl jumped up, the tip of the sword was a little cold, and the two fingers of her right hand were together, and the fingers were angry, and she shot at the two heavenly thunders.

If you are in a dream, you will be inserted into the ground, and the ground will be drawn as a prison, and you will be able to hold the thunder of the sky.

I didn't see the Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows, but he saw the Buddha's Dharma King Zhang Xu's angry eyes.

The golden light descended, and the thunder in the sky smashed straight to the top of the girl's head, and the sound of chanting resounded in the heavens and the earth.

The water of the lotus lake of the raw pond was stirred, and a good scene hung upside down on the long river, hanging above the Buddha.

Everyone in the world says that the family is compassionate, so I see if you can save it or not.

In that long river, there are people in the world.

Heaven and man are fighting, is it a game of fighting and killing that ordinary people want.

There are high and low roads, but no one is noble or low.

The girl sneered, stepped out, and the long river was almost overturned, "Don't you dare, or don't you want to." ”

The Buddha withdrew the Dharma image, rubbed the prayer beads, and sighed lightly: "The dispute between Taoism and Confucianism, the poor monk should not have stepped into this situation, but I still persuade him to survive this calamity, which is against the way of heaven." ”

The third heavenly thunder fell, and the purple qi poured wildly, surging in front of the girl's eyes.

This time, there was no fancy, dream-like red sword curtain directly facing the vertically falling heavenly thunder, and the already black cloud-covered sky, like a salary increase at the bottom of the kettle, the formation was even more terrifying.

But the girl still never took a step back, even if it was half a step.

When the real person descended to earth, there was a middle-aged man with a clear appearance standing with his hands in his hands, and there were countless phantoms sitting on the ground behind him, which was very spectacular.

It is the Spring and Autumn Battle.

After the big real person took one hand, he stretched forward with the other hand and gently pointed out, and the surrounding scene changed instantly. The immortals take the earth as a chessboard, every flower and tree is a chess piece, and the number of qi in the world is a chess arm, and a son falls to follow the general trend.

With a wave of the real green sleeves, the girl was suddenly picked up, and then smashed in what direction.

A dream in the Spring and Autumn Period may be a dream floating and a yellow sorghum in Nanke, or it may be a chess reincarnation, a hundred years have passed.

Chaos and starlight. The girl didn't know where she was, and the scenes of two thousand years in her mind quickly flashed back, as if she had experienced it again.

In the north, there was a fish that was extremely huge, and when she was a little white snake that had only been cultivated for a hundred years, she saw the fish turn into a bird and fly away in the East China Sea. At that time, she thought that one day, she would also be able to go to the East China Sea to have a look. If you don't want to visit the immortals, you just see what the bird is doing there.

Then, she went to the East China Sea and cultivated for a thousand years to be able to transform into a human form. The catastrophe came as scheduled, but she was hit by five thunderbolts before she was ready for anything. When she felt that she was going to lose her fragrance, it was one person who saved her. Through the purple thunder misty with purple air, she saw him angrily killing immortals, his green sleeves floating, indescribable freehand romance, and then, he disappeared.

Even though she knew it might be his unintentional move, she was determined to go to her. Everywhere he shows his talents, there will always be a red dress that will not give up, and wherever he goes, she has no regrets, and he is fearless.

Somehow, one day, the sword in her hand actually raised the righteousness of heaven and earth, and immediately an immortal came to visit, saying that she was willing to go to the fairy world to cultivate the right fruit, and after a thousand years, she could become a dragon god who could be offered in a place. But she refused, because she knew that he probably didn't want to become an immortal.

Later, the world was in chaos. Qin chased the Central Plains, the lives were devastated, and there were monsters taking advantage of the situation to disturb the world. The Taoist real people came out together, but the demon slayer lost the foundation of the "Wudang Mountain".

Even if it was to slay the demon, how could there be no part of him, so she also followed. It's just that when she came back, she was the only one and had a word.

"Miss Yi, Chen is ashamed in this life, and he will pay for it in the next life. ”

Because of this sentence, she waited for another 500 years.

Five hundred years later, it was the time of the fall of the Han Dynasty. In this life, he turned into a meritorious general, saving the people from fire and water, and she is no longer the female sword fairy who was envied by the world in the past, and has become an ordinary personal guard in battle to protect him thoroughly.

Later, when the world was divided, he was knighted as a marquis in Xichu. When she wanted to show her heart, the Holy Lord had already decreed that a princess would be married to him, and she had no chance in this life.

Now, another five hundred years, when she crossed the thousand-year catastrophe again in the blessed land of Longhan Mountain, she found that an outsider had broken in, and she was about to get rid of it, and when she was about to get rid of it, he came. So she was ready to tease him, who told him to bear himself for a thousand years, even if it was his own wishful thinking. Otherwise, how could he have fought with the White Snake for a long time, and he really believed that he was a swordsman, and he died generously.

At this moment, the catastrophe.

The girl is back in the scene.

I saw the real person step back and said with a smile: "My generation of Confucian scholars has never killed anyone, what I did just now is just for you to stick to your heart more, the Tao has high and low, noble and low, but the Tao worthy of your heart is the best." ”

The girl bowed, the sword was retracted, and she said calmly: "Real person, the little woman has something to do, and she has something to do." ”

The real person smiled and bowed, and suddenly drove away.

Leave a word that resounded in the sky

"Immortals in the sky, I am afraid of being damned. ”

The face of the immortal was extremely ugly.

In an instant, the purple thunder hit like a monstrous river, and the purple tide split into two, rushing in a two-sided attack.

The girl's feet sank to the ground, standing on the ground dozens of feet deep, only to say that the thunder exploded that day, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The fourth heavenly thunder roared.

It is a flowing purple thunder waterfall, and it is a magnificent scene to see all the good mountains and rivers in this life.

The waterfall hangs down the curtain, its spray is like a pearl, its pouring is like rain, and its momentum is like a shock.

The more mysterious picture that appeared in front of the girl is no longer a scene that can be seen in the world, and it is called "artistic conception." ”

The girl didn't feel any murderous aura that should be at this moment, and glanced at Chu Beichen, who was still immersed in the swordsmanship of "Dancing for Nine Days", for no reason, and her eyes were hazy with tears.

Millennial things, the world has become mulberry fields, there are too many feelings but the word bond, the deeper the bond, the deeper the feelings.

"A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. ”

There was once a middle-aged swordsman standing on the bank of the Qiantang River, saying that in this life, he has always liked good poems and good words, but he did not like the elegant and dignified appearance of scholars; he liked the magnificent mountains and rivers, but he did not like the royal palace, Lin Yuanyu; he liked the infatuated children in the world, but he did not envy the mandarin ducks and became immortals.

Scholars all over the world talk about the situation by the situation, they don't like to fight, kill and kill, so they can be reasonable and convincing people, but when the reason doesn't make sense, they are worthy of the sword in their hands.

There is a pavilion that emerges in front of the girl's eyes, and the bookish atmosphere is thick, and the occasional glance will teach people to take their eyes off. The pavilion, the terrace, and the pavilion lay there lazily, and the outline was extremely simple. The girl walked in before she knew it.

In an instant, the scene changes, or the yellow sand desert, the iron cavalry charges, the Beijing mound is piled up, or the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, talented and beautiful people meet, and a good life and good fate.

So understatement, yet intoxicating.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for inaction.

The picture scroll suddenly became hazy, and a small purple thunder hole pierced the girl's abdomen.

The line between life and death is really a thin line.

The girl wiped the blood from her mouth and sneered: "Scholars are really insidious, no wonder people in the world often say that most people are readers." ”

The white-clothed scholar smiled: "Just playing tricks, this job is what we readers are best at." ”

In the girl's sight, I saw another purple thunderbolt breaking down, and a white light floated up.

"It is true that people are powerful, but they will also exhaust their destiny. ”

The girl's face became more and more ugly, sailing against the current, and if she didn't advance, she would retreat.

The white light is not floating, but the purple thunder is still moving forward.

The moment the purple thunder slashed to the ground, the girl's sword light pointed at it, and the red curtain filled the sky.

Her feet were boiling like purple thunder, her long sleeves had been blown to pieces, and her arms were blurred with flesh and blood.

The purple thunder poured again, more ferocious than before, and the girl held the sword and did not let go. "Dancing for nine days" is performed, swaying vividly.

But in a trance, she saw the figure of the man walking alone for nine days.

The statue of Longhan crape myrtle trembled.

A sword flew out, and several dragon Han real people who were hiding in a high place to "watch the battle" were shocked.

This is the first time that the "Freehand Sword" has been unsheathed by itself after the death of Chen Chaoyang.

A sword to resist the catastrophe, there is no ancient, no one after.

Although people die, the guilt is still there. The word "love" really doesn't know where it starts, and I don't know where it is.

At this moment, the waterfall in the air finally poured out, and the sword was undriven, fearlessly rushing towards the heavenly thunder.

A sword light cracked, and dust rose everywhere.

When the dust settles.

There was a golden light that returned to the heavenly court, and the lotus in the pond was full of golden blood.

The girl walked slowly towards the sword, her face covered with blood, and she didn't know whether it was bitter or smiling.

After feeling the familiar breath of the girl, the freehand sword couldn't help but hover around the girl, and the dream order also broke away from the girl's palm by itself, standing side by side with the freehand sword.

When the girl saw this, she finally had a smile on her grim countenance, and turned around and walked towards the cave.

The meaning of the two swords is already very clear, and they will carry the rest of the heavenly tribulation.