Demon’s Diary

“Fellow Daoists, in that case, no one else is interested in coming. I'll split up later. I'll have a chance to discuss it later.” Yanggan saw the situation and said slowly.

“Yes, after seeing your brother do it twice, Yunnan doesn't really have much will either.” The young man with the red eyebrows heard the story and laughed bitterly.

Then he arched his hand at the crowd and stepped on the sky of the red cloud.

The rest of the blood gave to the others to see this, and the hearts and minds left.

In the blink of an eye, at the edge of the square, there are only two young people with the Yanggan and Cloud surnames.

“Brother Yun, can I help you?” The sun dried to see this, and asked lightly.

“Nothing, I know you've been practicing a shadow mystery lately, with some external help, and I accidentally got a small truncation of the pudendal tree, which should be just right for you.” After grinning, the young man of the Cloud name touched a piece of dead wood with a silky black odor from his sleeve and handed it directly to the dry sun.

”Pudendalwood! This item is of great use to me, it has 3,000 spirit stones and should be enough to compensate for the value of this item.” Instead of picking up the black wood, the sun dried out a bag of spirit stone leather from his sleeve and threw it over first.

“No, I'm willing to give it away?” Even though the young man with the black face caught the leather bag, he shook his hand and threw the spirit stone back.

“Brother Yun, I wouldn't dare accept this cut of pudendal tree if I didn't speak the spirit stone.” The sun dried to see this, but the voice sank.

Young people with the Cloud surname can naturally hear the resoluteness of each other's conversation. After laughing bitterly, they can only put away their leather bags.

Under the mask, the face was only loose. He lifted his hand to take over the black wood and played for a moment, revealing a delightful look in his eyes.

“By the way, can I take another look at your face?” Young people of the Cloud surname witnessed the scene, and the divine color gradually became a little strange. Somehow, they muttered such a phrase.

“What are you talking about!” The sun dried the arm playing with the black wood, and the voice became cold and tingly.

“Oh, if you don't want to, forget I said it.” The young man jumped in his heart and hurried to laugh a few times.

“Don't forget your vows, Yundao. Unless I volunteer, I will never be allowed to tell the truth about who I really am, let alone delusion about anything else, and it would be the best thing to do if I could clean up what I really look like.” Yang dry touched the silver face on his face and said very shady.

“Of course Yun remembers this, but you look amazing, so how can I forget if I want to?” Cloud youth sighed back

“Hmm, no matter what you think, you better remember that. The second time you see my true face, it's your time to die.” The sun dried cold and said, with the big sleeves trembling, it rushed directly into the sky, emptying away the clouds.

Young people with the Yun surname stayed where they were, quietly watching the far back of the Yang Qian, and the whole person seemed completely demented.

……

The dark shadow in front of the stone house!

Liu Ming fell from the sky, her sleeves just trembled in front of her, and as soon as an invisible force poured out, she pushed the stone door open.

Move your figure again!

He went into the stone house and the door slammed up.

Liu Ming sat on the futon at the center of the house, kneeling down and lifted his hand and placed it in front of him.

The wound on the back of the palm turned into a few pale bloodstains.

With the strength of his flesh, even if he did not use some restorative lightning technique, his own healing abilities alone would suffice to cope with ordinary minor injuries.

He moved his five fingers for a moment and saw them all as flexible as they had been since the beginning, so he was really relieved to pull them down.

After another slight indulgence, Liu Ming stroked the blue sword out of her cubic sleeve and placed it in front of her. At the same time, she couldn't help but flash the snow and white sword behind Zhang Embroidery's head.

Although I don't know the grade of swordsman used by this woman, it is unlikely that it will be a superior spirit apparatus. Eighty-nine out of ten are Chinese spirit apparatuses that are no match for the Blue Moon Sword.

The other party's flying sword technique was amazing, but he could feel that Zhang Huixiang had not really used the power of the sword.

In other words, this genius disciple of the heavens and the moon is still far less powerful than he is.

On the other hand, Zhang Embroidery's flying sword technique is even scarier.

Liu Ming silently recalled that the woman threw the sword in her hand and then turned it into a snow-white rehearsal, easily smashing the scene of the blue moon sword.

Obviously, Zhang Huimiang, who directly motivates the sword tool itself to become a sword light secret, is much more intelligent than the sword repair methods he uses today.

Looks like he's going to learn about the sword trick, and I'm sure the book's Xuan Oo contains similar high-end secrets.

He was not trained enough to learn more, but now advanced spiritualists will certainly have a lot to gain from studying the book.

Liu Ming thought like this, put away the Blue Moon Sword, slowly closed his eyes, single-handed pinch, instant light appeared in his brain, a golden book appeared in the gods, a page of Xu slowly opened.

He sat motionless on the floor and began to swiftly browse up too many swords.

After a full hour, he opened his eyes, full of surprises.

“Too much swordsmanship! There is this sword cultivation technique that manipulates the body of the sword tool to break enemies! After cultivating to the rear, this technique can actually kill enemies and intangibles a hundred miles away, even the Sword One and the Royal Sword Flight are other powerful means derived from it. Good. Let me see how this is practiced.” Liu Ming muttered, looking very excited.

Previously, Zhang Huiming practiced the so-called "Sword Art", which actually refers to the magic of the Sword in One.

It's just that the general practitioner likes to refer directly to this magic magic as the Sword Art.

After taking a deep breath, Liu Ming closed his eyes again and sank his mind back into his head.

So, a little bit later, when Liu Ming opened his eyes again, his eyebrows wrinkled.

“It's so hard to practice swordsmanship! Not only do you need to remember the myriad sword gestures, but you also need to repeat the constant practice of working with your spiritual powers in order to manipulate the sword to your liking, and then by exciting the subtle connection between your body's powers and swords, you can achieve the ultimate in flying sword power.

According to the description of royal swordsmanship in the scriptures, although different cultivation can make flying swordsmanship completely different, if based solely on the skill level of royal swordsmanship, there are also several levels of division, such as entrance, Xiaocheng, Dacheng and Great Complete Realm, and under the same cultivation, the power is also different from the heavenly soil.

In Yoo Ming's estimation, the difficulty of practicing this sword technique, I'm afraid, is that those so-called "high-order spells” are simply not within reach.

Even if the qualifications of the practitioner are insufficient, perhaps immortality will remain at the entrance level.

And the sword in the sword technology needs to be at least a small realm in order to be implemented, and the flying magic of the sword cannot be achieved at all without a great realm.

Before advancing to the advanced spiritual master, Zhang Embroidery can understand the horrible qualities of being born with a sword and a divine one, and can see that she is possessed of a spiritual sword body.

With Liu Ming's view, this heavenly lunar sect's extinct disciple's swordsmanship hierarchy only stayed in the introductory stage.

Otherwise, the sword that I tried earlier would not have hurt the fist skin with a sword, maybe a sword can really open the palm of the hand everything.

Of course, if Zhang Embroidery's swordsmanship was really practiced to such a terrible degree, Liu Ming would not have picked it up with his fist at all, but would not hesitate to prompt the heavy water beads to be fully powerful, throwing it far away.

Of course, in any case, this sword art is also a gateway to the rapid increase of its strength.

Although Liu Ming does not expect to practise this law to an entrance level in just two or three months, he can still reluctantly master the simplicity of freeing the Blue Moon Sword from its enemies.

When Liu Ming thought of this, he immediately took out the short and medium sleeve sword and practiced authentic sword art.

This can be different from the general defensive instrument door, let him throw what is in his hand into the air one at a time, but the short sword either stays in the air for a moment, or it falls trembling directly, or it flashes indefinitely in the air, and the sharp sword power emitted from the sword cannot really form...

Liu Ming was locked up in a stone house for half a month.

Just as he realized he was finally touching some knacks for mastering the sword, suddenly a bell rang outside the stone house!

Liu Ming had already been told about it. Naturally, he knew immediately that this was the alarm sound of the Haitian people. He hurriedly put away his sword and pushed the stone gate.

When he walked outside, he saw the city all disturbed.

Inside the city, a flying boat, a chariot, and the dense and numb swept away from the various Sect areas.

On the walls of the city, a team of Krazy powder poured up the city and quickly erected a huge crossbow, pointing at the extreme distance.

Liu Ming frowned, underneath the black clouds together, i pulled it toward the height, and in the blink of an eye reached hundreds of heights to see the situation near and far from the giant city clearly.

Around this time, the dozen pale silver towers all began to shine a different light, while the objects hanging from the top of the tower were buzzing, and the sound pauses were all similar, as if they were echoing each other.

Meanwhile, a huge silver array is being shaped with a gigantic city at its centre and dozen towers at its fulcrum.

In the far reaches of the sky, the rumbling sounds are loud, a black line emerges out of thin air, and the turning eyes become thicker and louder, turning into a rolling infinity black cloud.

(Finally rushing home from Shanghai at night, I've been tired for a few days!)