Grasping Evil

Zhou Shen's swordsmanship is like a dragon, Ning Fan Sha is breathtaking, on Lei Zhu Island, temporarily the wind and clouds change color, Wanxiu shocked, countless brothers rushed towards the Restricted Place of Lei Shen.

The red jacket stood up with a token in its hand, prompting the Battle of the Reichen Palace to block all fluctuations in the struggle.

Three peepers were instructed in red and immediately left the Reichen Palace to stabilize the situation on the island.

In the eyes of those who do not care, there is only one Zhou Shen for this moment.

This week is far less powerful than the clouds, but in the refinement of the old monster, he is definitely a first-class sword cultivator.

His sword is essentially different from the Sword of Clouds and Skies.

Ningfan sword is full of body, delicately tastes Zhou Shen's strong sword. His heart is gradually becoming enlightened.

“Love sword! And the love in this sword is the love of men and women, if you subdivide it, it is the 'sadness’! ”

As soon as his words fell, Zhou Shen's old eyes were astonished. It was surprising that Ning Fan saw the essence of his sword at first sight!

Nice, he understood the sword intent, it is the love sword, compared to most ruthless sword cultivation, he Zhou Shen, is a different kind.

The love he sent to the sword was a relationship between a man and a woman, which ended in tragedy...

Zhou Shen lived his life against countless rainfall sword cultivation, among which he could see that his sword is meant to be a swordsman of love, none of which is not a false sword cultivation!

Those who can see through the love of men and women on the basis of a sword of love, at least ask for sword cultivation.

Those who can see the sorrow in the sword will surely repair the sword with broken eyes. Zhou Shen I met only three people!

One of the three is Yuntian, the other two, a Rain Sword Emperor, and a four-day cloud fairy. Ningfan, it's the fourth man!

It is not surprising that Nine Kingdoms are not the strongest in Nine Kingdoms, but in countless sword cultivation, the eye view is definitely extremely high.

“The old man triumphed over you, but your understanding of the sword, in the rain realm, under the white sword god, nobody can compare... If it wasn't for 100,000 years of the medicine, the old man would definitely be willing to make you a friend with the sword club! Being a servant, being loyal, offended! To compensate, you can meet my husband's most cherished sword of his life! ”

Zhou Shen bit his teeth slightly, pointing a finger. The sword box behind him suddenly emitted a clear voice. The crown is ancient today. In Russia, Zhou Shen already has a long sword in his hand. It is a wooden sword.

The wooden sword tree reveals a hint of tsubaki. If Ningfan is not mistaken, it is the tsubaki tsubaki tree.

This sword is extremely ordinary, as if it were a gentle vibration and would break.

But Fan understands that ordinary swords, which fall into the hands of swordsmen of Zhou Sen rank, will turn into the most unusual swords.

At the time of Aung Su, he had enlightened the sword. He had long understood the logic of 'weak sword is strong, strong sword is weak'.

If it is a flying sword, it is natural that the stronger the material, the lighter the better, after all, it will inevitably collide with Fabo.

If it is a heavy sword, we also need to pay attention to the material, we need to open it wide and sweep a thousand armies.

Zhou Shen's sword is clearly not a flying sword, let alone a heavy sword.

This sword is a sword of meaning that makes the sword infinitely weaker and weaker, and plays the strongest sword of meaning!

Anyone who needs defense is not Zhou Shen's sword, but his sword will.

The sword is perfectly perforated, even though it cannot be completely defended by thunder armor.

His eyes were slightly dimmed, and he was prepared to summon his thunderclad enemies. Today, it seems impossible to be a coincidence. He needs to show his true talents, otherwise he will never be able to block Zhou Shen's sword.

The three peepers settled the situation, and now that they have returned, Zhou Shen's eyes changed dramatically when he saw the use of a wooden sword.

“What! The Third Elder actually used the 'Tongue Wood Sword’! This sword kills without blood. It is rumored that the three elders have lived their lives. Only this sword has ever killed the vain monster. At least there are ten people who died from this sword! I didn't expect the three elders to use this sword in the face of Zhou Ming, a district! ”

“District Zhou Ming...” Ning Fan frowned slightly. The three voyeuristic monsters were really arrogant. Did he think of him as an ant?

To make the Zhou family a backup, you can't let the Zhou family trivialize themselves. At least, you have to show strength to make the Zhou family look after you.

This makes it all the more difficult to let go.

“Thunder Armor, now! ”

Ningfan's fingertips have changed. Hershey is the fingertip for summoning Yuan Lei's nails.

As Zhou Jia's purification, the three voyeurisms know the secret of Yuan Thunder's armor, but this technique is extremely difficult to cultivate, and needs to devour Yuan God's thunder in order to achieve it.

With the exception of Lei Wang, who repaired the technique to the highest realm, none of Zhou's monks repaired the technique over Silver Armor.

It is also no wonder that killing a Shinto monk and also having to be Rex to produce a thunder of the Numen.

At least Gold Armor is required to defend against False Attacks. Without tens of thousands of yuan of thunder, it is simply impossible to break through the Golden Armor. It is rumored that the amount of yuan thunder required once the armor has entered the Golden Armor rank is even greater.

There are only a few hundred gods in the inner sea, which still counts the four ghost families and the Zhou family.

Without saying that only a few of these masters are Rexon, killing the Rain Realm God will not be able to collect enough yuan thunder to break through the Golden Armor.

In the three voyeuristic eyes, this technique is undoubtedly a chicken rib technique.

And when it was done, they did not think it was true.

“This technique must have been given to this child by the lady. Oh, after all, this child is a god, against the three elders' strongest sword, can only summon silver grade thunder armor, so bad defense, can it block the sword of the three elders? ”

“No need to look, this child will lose...”

The voices of the three of them had just fallen and suddenly all of a sudden they had become dumb, eyes as if they were camels, unbelievable.

But I saw Ningfan white robe, suddenly wearing gold thunder armor, and the gold armor, the tremendous thunder power is enough to protect against a blow, clearly three order thunder armor!

“Impossible! This child can repair the thunder armor to the third order, this, this, how is this possible! ”

“Since the Thunder Emperor, the Rain Realm has come out with another character to repair the Thunder Armor to the third order of Gold Armor! This nail alone is enough to ask vain questions, rare enemies... because with this nail, few ask vain monsters, can hurt this child! And I wait...”

“And we are, even though we are masters of virtual refinement, but after all, we are only peeping, even if we do our best, we will surely not hurt him at all! ”

The three peepers were shocked and silent.

All the small eyes on Ningfan have vanished at this moment.

The red coat watching the battle looked like Ningfan of the Golden God, his cold eyes again surprised and whispered.

“This kid, but went into the black retta once, only ten days of kung fu, to get so many Yuan Lei, it really surprised me, that I collected Yuan Lei back then, and he didn't have the speed. ”

Though it is a red coat, entering the retta alone, the Yuan Lei obtained can only be killed, naturally there is no Ningfan getting Yuan Lei efficient and fast.

Ningfan, assisted by Ray XI, acquired directly. After catching the tide of emotional anger and killing Yonglong, he became a dragonslayer hero. Every level to one, a layer of lightning owner poured all his efforts to collect Yuan Lei and give Ning Fan a gift.

Ningfan is not a man fighting, not a man collecting Yuan Lei, naturally the speed is not a solo red coat comparable.

Zhou Shen took a sip, his eyes grew more concentrated, Lang Chan,

“Zhou Ming, although your thunder armor is strong, it can block the magic technique, it can block the physical attack, but it is difficult to block the 'meaning', the demonic will is good, the divine will is good, the magic will is good, any kind of meaning, is ultimately the word of Italian. The reason why it is necessary to improve the state of mind, improve the state of mind, and ultimately require the monks to understand the conversion of 'real’ and ‘false’. ”

“The first step is‘ reality ’, the second step is‘ imaginary ', and the third step is the legendary‘ reality ’. Italian is natural, but this product can be improved step by step by step...”

“The sword of the old man, named Haitang Sword, borrowed a straw of Haitang to understand, when first understood, it was inferior. But the old man's hard work cultivated that this level of Italian taste has risen from inferior to inferior, step by step to nine, eight and seven. Today, this Kaitong sword is six tastes of Italian! Tomo, take the sword! ”

Zhou Shen flocked a bunch of words. In fact, he mentioned Ningfan, and passed on his understanding of Italian cultivation to Ningfan.

This is compensation for his mistake with Ningfan's sword.

He drew his sword against Ning Fan and broke his heart.

After seeing Ningfan Kendo enlighten and thunder armor strong, he hid the meaning of dating Ningfan.

But he was faithful to the Lord, he couldn't bear to lose the medicine, even though he lost the chance to make love to Ningfan, even though he defied the red order, even though he had to abolish his arm after the fight, only to draw his sword!

One of his life, his love has passed away, but only after grace. His loyalty to his master was only for grace.

And if he also loses his grace, he prostrates himself for ten thousand years, and there is nothing left but sorrow.

Zhou Shen's point dial, word for word, is passed into Ning Fan Ear.

Every word, Zhou Shen personally experienced 10,000 years of loneliness and enlightenment, can be called a thousand words of gold. Numerous rainfield monks plead with Zhou Shen, and Zhou Shen will not tell him a word, but today he has to draw his sword against Ning Fan. The only recompense is this enlightenment.

I prefer to chew Zhou Shen's words carefully, and the understanding gradually increases in my heart.

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But until the moment he remembered the birth of the Italian state, he could not see the nature of the Italian state, knowing that it was the second step of the Italian state.

Today Zhou Shen told Ning Fan that the cultivation of the Italian state is actually just the cultivation of the word 'magic repair, the Italian state repair'.

Once upon a time, a scene was bewildered, and today, it is all bewildered.

From nothing to nothing, coagulation is cultivated, from truth into emptiness, crushing intent, crushing emptiness, can become immortal, understanding the true, can become immortal.

Ning Fan's mind became more empty, all because of Zhou Shen's point of dialing, solved countless confusion, and on the road to repair the truth, he has lost countless calluses.

“Thanks! ”

He punched Zhou Shen without blame, only thanks.

Zhou Shen drew his sword from him. It was not a personal grievance. It was only loyalty. He was not a small man. Therefore, Zhou Shen was not to blame.

Zhou Shen gave Ningfan an enlightenment. Ningfan is naturally grateful.

But at this moment, both sides fight, they cannot be relentless, they all need to do their utmost.

Ningfan's eyes became more focused, and Zhou Shen's heart sank into the Tong Wood Sword.

Zhou Shen had reason to draw his sword, and Ningfan was determined to save Luo Yi.

It's a struggle, but it's a reflection of all the real blood.

Too often, in order to compete for limited resources for restoration, and in order to defend their ways, monks have to fight, have to kill, have no choice.

“Sword up! ”

Zhou Shen raised his sword abruptly, killing machines like clouds, has not yet provoked the sword intent, but first the swordsmanship swept to Ningfan, enough to kill the ordinary snooping!

Fan Fan looked surprised, and Zhou Shen was definitely unwilling to release this sword. The swordsmanship unleashed by the heart is enough to kill the usual voyeurism. If it is the swordsmanship unleashed by all means, can not even ask the void kill instantly!

No wonder the two rain palaces were so faint that they heard Zhou Shen's fame, as if they heard something dreamy and so afraid.

Don't look, Zhou Shen is one step away from making a fuss, but in fact, there are already several futile or even one too many lives in his hands!

If this person is not for some special reason, he will never stop to ask about the realm of the void. Although not as perverted as the clouds, it is definitely the sword cultivation of the rain realm!

puff! puff! puff!

A random sword, striking Ningfan's chest, stirred a thunderbolt ripple.

With the strength of thunder armor, I prefer to block these casual swords, but I prefer to know that what is really difficult to stop is Zhou Shen's strongest sword with the help of the weakest sword!

Zhou Shen, raise your hand.

This sword is coming!

“No, back off! ”

The three peepers fled almost instantly in horror until they withdrew from the Grand Prix of Rezen.

Red clothes don't have to escape, just see Zhou Shen's sword will not change for a long time, and he sighs for the first time.

“Zhou Shen, you are as stubborn as you were... I have extinguished your memory four times for Soleil, and you will never forget the past. If you can forget, ten thousand years ago, you were already a fluke. Today, you are already a broken man. My elders, your qualifications are clearly the highest...”

With his indifferent personality in red, he will strangle Zhou Shen, enough to see that this person is highly qualified.

The red coat was just a sigh, and it turned cold back to the past, quietly looking at Ningfan, all the attention was focused on Ningfan.

“You can hold on to Zhou Shen's sword for ‘how many years'. If you can hold on for 100 years, I will help you. If you can't hold on, I will make you suffer a little bit and make you angry with me more than once before. ”

Words in red, I frowned.

Weird... Why would I ‘retaliate’ with Ningfan? Is that the one who is distracted and shaped by the 10,000 thundergrass?

“It's a bit tricky...” It's really tricky, the old red coat, indifferent as ice, after all the Yuan gods, in order not to affect the heart, but to subdivide all the Yuan gods into grasses, the grass is ruthless, the Yuan gods will not be in love on the day they are united.

There is no choice but to have a thundergrass moved, morphed into a human being, with a heart, with love.

It's poisonous for cultivating heartless red. Even a few memories of the past were turned over because of that love.

“I am not Ning Honghong, I am Red...” Red frowned, once again perform Surrey's memory extinguishing technique, erasing a little memory that I have just recovered.

She used to be Ning Hong Hong Hong, but now she's not. She's going back to herself!

The flash of heartbeat, too, was casually extinguished and returned to calm.

“I can save him for a hundred years, only for a cause. If he is dead for ten years, there is no point in saving his hands, and there is no value in using them. ”

The tone of the red coat turned cold and heartless again.

Ning Fan looked at Zhou Shen and stared at the wooden sword, which was slightly reddish. The feeling of crisis was getting stronger and stronger.

In the next moment, Zhou Shen's sword will be as tidy as the tide, and he will rather drown Fan.

An old voice of indifference and sadness, read word for word from Zhou Shen's mouth.

“Sorrow Sword Type 4, Formula 1, Ten years of life and death are lost! ”

It is like the sword of the tide, completely ignoring the sturdy thunder armor, directly invading Ningfan Xinhai.

Ningfan recalls the rank of the Italian state, which is the second step, far above Zhou Shen's six-point sword.

But the understanding of the environment is far less profound than Zhou Shen's.

Because of Zhou Shen's sword, he blended into the sadness of his tens of thousands of years of practice.

That sad, irreparable, indescribable, turning into the most painful sword will break the hearts of the brothers.

Ning Fan's eyes were stuck, only for a moment, as if he had gone through 10, 100 years, millennium, 10,000 years.

It was a sad, sword-like memory, exclusive to Zhou Shen.

Ningfan's heart was sealed off by the sword.

His divinity, sinks into a fictional world.

The place where he stood was a small mountain village, the Mountain Ming Shui Show.

He looks very different, he is a 16-year-old negative sword teenager, but the appearance of this teenager is very different from that of Ning Fan, but it is somewhat similar to that of Zhou Shen.

Fan had a headache, he could not remember the past.

A slight reminder of the power of the situation, in the knowledge of the current, moments later, his eyes were clear and he recognized the disabled dreams here.

Zhou Shen could not have dreamed of it. Ningfan's Italian power was a memory, and in Zhou Shen's memory, he woke up!

“This is the world of Zhou Shen's sword, the outside sword touch, but this is the deepest part of consciousness, a moment, can be artificially stretched for 10,000 years. Here, it's like a dream... sinking into this sword-inspired dream, no one can pull it out, only Zhou Shenman sword through his heart slaughtered, and I, with the power of remembering the situation, wake up! Zhou Shen, forget it! ”

Ning Fan stood under a tree of dripping silk, which grew at the mouth of a village in Xiaoshan village.

Behind the tungsten tree, a girl in a peach cardigan, grinding with shame, walked out of the tree and smiled at Ningfan.

The girl's eyebrows were clear, her silk was high and she had a scar over her left face, but she didn't hide her beauty.

She looked at Ningfan, her eyes were so crazy, so emotional.

“Brother Shen, I heard that you are about to be accepted as a fairy disciple by the fairy master of the Red Yue Sword Pie. Congratulations...”

In the beautiful eyes of the teenage girl, the tenderness is deep, but prefer not to move, slightly bored.

He's affectionate, but he hasn't been affectionate enough to know any woman, even in a fantasy.

“I'm not Zhou Shen.” Ningfan spoke indifferently. He looked into the heavens and the earth, walked out of the village, and looked for a way to break the sword's lock.

As he was about to leave the village, he was suddenly grabbed by the woman.

“Brother Shen, Dad said that if you join the Immortal Sect and become a Immortal Master, you will be rich and powerful. I would not believe you to rescue me, but... you...”

The young girl was overwhelmed by her sadness.

Her smile, Ben, was just a strong joy, who would like a lover to leave the side.

“I'm not Zhou Shen! ”

Ning Fan turned back cold, but suddenly his heart was soft when he saw the woman's face again.

It seemed that the woman's appearance had also turned into a paper crane in order to make Ningfan sink into a dream.

“Brother Shen... don't go..." The young girl knelt helplessly on her knees and pleaded.

“Paper cranes!” Rather than looking cold, he doesn't like someone designing his woman, not even in dreams!

“Who's the paper crane? I'm not a paper crane, I'm a sea crab, a wood crab!” The young girl stood up as if she were negative, angry that Ning Fan had called her by the wrong name again.

When he was a teenager, Zhou Shen loved to tease the wooden prawns. He often deliberately called the wrong prawns' names, making her angry and making her laugh again.

This scene occurred in the crippling dream before Ning Fan's eyes. It was the sadness of Zhou Shen's sword.

Zhou Shen intends to create a fantasy dream with his own sorrow. He imprisons Ning Fan's mind, makes him sad and the sword breaks through his heart.

This is the strongest sword of sorrow.

“In any case, fighting me but using a paper crane ultimately made me unhappy, but by the way, this is my fantasy, Zhou Shen's sword, should only make me dream of a couple, not do it intentionally... My dream, he can't see, his past, but I can see! On this level, if I break his dreams, I win his sword! ”

Knowing that Zhou Shen did not intend to design a paper crane, he preferred to reduce anger in his eyes and gently lift the wooden prawns.

At any rate, at this moment, the wooden tongue is the paper crane, while Ningfan is Zhou Shen.

Although the names are different, in Ningfan's eyes, paper cranes are paper cranes, no one can hurt them.

Zhou Shen's dreams ended with grief, and his lovers were surely devastated, leaving him alone for 10,000 years and unable to erase the pain.

Ningfan, on the one hand, wants to break the dreams, and on the other hand, it is not allowed to transform the wooden prawns of paper cranes, any harm.

And he lifted up the raven and guarded it in front of him, and his eyes were tender,

“Come with me! ”

“Brother Shen, where are we going?” Tongue saw that Ningfan had not abandoned her meaning, his eyes were full of joy.

“Go to the Red Sword Pie! Zhou Shen's monastic experience seems to have begun with the Red Swordsman faction. You follow me, no one will hurt you! Paper cranes!”

“I've said it many times. I'm Tongue, Tongue!” The young girl was unhappy, she was the body of a paper crane, but with the memories of a wooden prawn.

Shortly after leaving the mountain village, a major robbery suddenly descended on the village.

A long-eyed old path cultivated by melting spirits stood in contempt of mountain villages like ants.

“I didn't expect to find a disciple with a sword of love from this shitty mountain village. With this disciple, he will be greatly loved by his ancestors. His position is stronger, Zhou Shen! A mountain village teenager in the district, trying to stop me from taking over the main gate, huh! Didn't he have a love sword? Didn't he have a red face in this mountain village? The old man killed his red face and made him angry and ruthless. See if he can still impress the grandmaster! ”

Changmei Lao Dao read out and swept across the mountain village, but suddenly bite his teeth hard.

“Where's the wooden tongue? Where is she? Why isn't she in the village? ”

Zhou Shen lost his love on the day he joined the Red Swordsmen.

In the dream, Xiao Xiao Xiao must not harm the paper crane, even if the paper crane is illusory and holds the identity of a wooden prawn.

Even so, he will not let anyone hurt the cranes, whoever injures them, die!

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