Grasping Evil

Qiyue Sword Faction, located in the Rain Realm Subordinate Cultivation Country - Qiyue Country, is the first sword sect of Qiyue Country.

Ning Fan stood at the bottom of Qingyue Mountain, beside the silly little paper crane, enjoyed the scenery along the way.

After the appearance of the tungsten turned into a paper crane, the character changed slightly, and eventually became almost identical to the paper crane.

I'd rather have this dream true or false. With him, no one can hurt a paper crane.

He occupies the body of Zhou Shen, who is also 16 years old.

3 layers of phlebotomy, really weak.

In fantasy, Fanfan did not inherit any cultivation or refinement of the body, but the power of the environment is still there.

Ningfan closed his eyes and a piece of black snowflake gathered in his palm.

Every snowflake is an Italian force. His memories are in the form of seven plum snowstorms.

The power of memorabilia is present, even though Ningfan is only a vein opening level 3, but the red country of the lower realm of the eye-opening area can be invincible.

The lowest cultivator, Jindan, is the strongest, but Ningfan, raise your hand to remember the ice and ice to seal the god!

Besides that, he also has the intention of falling into the sword of immortality and hurting enemies.

“With me, paper cranes are unharmed. It's just that, as far as I know, there are no red nations out of the 800 monks in the rainy world today, and it seems to have been slaughtered 10,000 years ago...”

“Zhou Shen's sad sword, the first type, is called ten years of life and death. Thus, this dreams will pass through ten years...”

“To break this sword and leave my dreams, I must be free of any grief for ten years. This fantasy dream, the greatest sadness, is naturally the death of the wooden prawns, leaving Zhou Shen with countless pain. I just need to protect the paper crane for ten years, so that it is undamaged, ten years without sorrow, this dream can be broken! ”

Soon afterwards, Ningfan took his mind off it and climbed the mountain steps with the wooden prawns.

Mount Qiyue is tall, has 10,000 characters, and is a dangerous peak, full of tiger leopard snakes. In the eyes of mortals, Mount Akatsuki is the highest mountain in the world and cannot be climbed.

Ki Haitang is only a human woman, weak breath, half-day kung fu, climbing a thousand heights, is already asthmatic.

Ning Fan glanced back and saw the wooden tongue sweat, squatting to lift it up.

The beautiful eyes of the wooden sea tongue fell on Ningfan's back in a trance and suddenly revealed the expression of the first awakening of the big dream.

“Brother Van, I dreamed of you again!” Very well, the presence of this wooden prawns was completely wiped out, and the fantasy was to completely replace the wooden prawns with paper cranes.

“Waking up?” Fan's tone became gentle, but his eyes curled up.

Dreams, indeed, are very subtle and indescribable. You think everything in your dreams is true, but when you wake up it's empty, it's just a mirror flower and a water moon.

But if the dream is all illusory and biased, the paper crane can always meet Ning Fan in the dream again.

Life and death in dreams, true or false, is really hard to tell.

But Fan became more convinced that, even in dreams, he had to guard the paper crane, so that she could not be injured in dreams.

“Brother Fan, I miss you so much...”

“I know, you take a break, I'll take you somewhere. ”

Ning Fan's heart had a thousand words, but he could only laugh bitterly. He ran away his whole life, killing people like hemp. He also yearned to have returned to the country long ago. However, he had too many unfinished business to go back to.

In the mountain road, there are only paper crane narrative words left, Ningfan side ears listening, occasionally there is a fierce beast coming out of the mountain forest, stopping on the mountain road, Ningfan often a fierce look, can scare the flying beast away from the chicken dog jumping.

His demeanor, too, is still there.

Half a day later, at the top of the mountain, it was already the middle of the night and the moon stars were sparse.

The magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, with a lamp, floats at the top of the mountain cloud, like a fairy realm.

During the cloud fog, a young man and woman exchanged swords with each other, all of them sword cultivation. This Red Yue sword sect is worthy of the Red Country's first sword sect.

With such a wonderful night view, the crane was tired of sleeping without a mind to watch.

“Stop! ”

Suddenly, the six mountain disciples stopped in front of Ning Fan and blocked the way forward. Everyone had more than seven layers of veins to repair them. Everyone bore a sword and was brilliant.

The eyes flowed over Ningfan. At first glance, the latter was only the third layer of the vein, and all eyes were dazed.

Then he turned to the paper crane, and at first sight the beautiful face of the paper crane, all of a sudden, his eyes flashed over the amazing color.

What a beautiful woman!

“I am Yu Wei, the Deacon of the Mountain, who are you! Why did you break into me with a girl? ”

Among the six mountain disciples, one of the chief voices, he has a pulse 8 level repair, the momentum slightly spread, towards Ningfan earthquake, with the intention of deterrence.

“I am, Zhou Shen! ”

Ningfan whisked his sleeves with a fresh breeze in his sleeve, shook the aftermath, and his face was still waveless.

But the six mountain disciples were shocked by the power of Ningfan's sleeve. He threw up blood and backward, his eyes shocked!

Even in dreams, Ningfan would not be deterred by the punctuated youngsters, and he was unhappy with the six-person peeping at the paper crane, slightly disciplined.

Shh!

All Mountain Watch disciples, including Yu Wei, suck in a breath of cold air.

Zhou Shen is the young man with the slightest negative sword in front of him! And Zhou Shen, but the repair of the 3rd floor of the district pulse opening, can block the 8th floor of pulse opening, hands up to shock the six deacon disciples, the means is amazing!

“It turns out that it was Brother Zhou Sen, disrespectful, disrespectful... The ruler has already ordered that Brother Zhou Sen be an apprentice. If he comes to the sect, he can go directly to the Sword and Smoke Palace. Ten years later, if he gets 100 swords compared to the top ten, he can leave the sect freely, no one can interfere. ”

Yu Wei and others looked to Ningfan's eyes, hidden in fear, not only feared Ningfan's identity, but also feared Ningfan's horrific power to raise his hand and hurt people.

No one dares look at the paper crane more, afraid to anger Ningfan. Wherever you go, always be strong.

“This is not an example. ”

Ningfan left a warning behind, carrying a paper crane and entering the mountain gate.

All the way to know the disciple, has been instructed by Yu Wei, respectfully guide Ningfan, turn left, and finally arrive at a very spiritual pavilion, it is the Sword Smoke Pavilion.

There are 12 servants in the palace, each with more than 5 layers of veins to repair, can count the elite disciples in the gate, but they are sent to serve Ningfan.

And the so-called Master of the Palm Master, never appeared, received Zhou Shen into the mountain gate, and did not have any sectarian assessment.

Zhou Shen has been a genius in sword cultivation since he was a teenager. He was seen by Ae Yue's master. He was already in the mountain village and passed the assessment. Therefore, he did not need any assessment after joining the sect.

“I've waited to meet Brother Zhou! The Master Gate has counted as the Brother's party this evening. Let him rest early. Tomorrow he will personally come to the Sword and Cigarette Palace to preach for Brother!” The 12 servants respected each other, but his eyes were deep.

“Got it. ”

“This woman is not allowed in the Sword Cigarette Pavilion! Sword and cigarette pavilion is the pavilion retained by the ancestors. No outsider can enter without the order of the master!” Several servants stared at the paper cranes, despicable and hegemonic.

“She is my wife, I brought her into the Sword and Cigarette Pavilion, nothing wrong with her. My cultivator, is a love sword, my master will understand. Wait till you stop me. Die! ”

Ning Fan Yan, an astonishing brazen dispersion, shocked the servants to follow the disciples only to promises, dare not to have any more despicable and objectionable.

They can't understand why a three-story punch in a district would be such an amazing brag!

Zhou Shen's teenager was ambitious and self-infinite, but all the scenery, after ten years, would turn into utter sorrow.

The crane slept peacefully, rather than sitting on the bed, guarding it, and sitting on its knees.

He swept away from the Sword and Cigarette Pavilion as he glanced, hiding a hint of a broken sword from the Sword and Cigarette.

The sword will remain in the palace for the ancestors of the Qiyue Sword Sect. It has not gathered to succeed. It can only count as a semi-finished sword will.

Rumor has it that the ancestors of Qingyue, only Yuan Baby repaired, can touch the edge of sword, is already rare, without the complete concentration of sword will succeed, it is not surprising.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and realized this slightly broken sword intent. The sword intent, drifting like smoke, makes the sword like smoke, makes the smoke like a sword...

Lift your fingers gently, a tiny glimmer of smoky sword, slowly rising from your fingertips.

Overnight, Ningfan understood the sword and gradually gained.

This fuzzy sword is quite similar to Zhou Shen's sword.

Much of Zhou's future sword will be learned from this sword smoke.

Ten more years of dreaming and 10 years of grief, cultivating this sword is a good choice.

Outside the door, suddenly came a shady smile, interrupting Ningfan Goku Sword.

“Zhou Shen, you should be careful, you are far from the village worshipper, and you still carry the wooden sea tongue. Even though my husband failed to kill her in the mountain village, killing her tonight is the same, you must break your love path and ruin your future! ”

A negative swordsman in black suddenly dived into the sword and cigarette court, referring to the melting sword light, and chopped it off towards the sleeping paper crane.

Ning Fan's gaze sinked and his heart speculated. Most of the outspoken Taoists were the culprits of Zhou Shen's beloved murder, making Zhou Shen sad for the rest of his life.

He can kill Zhou Shen's wife, but he will not hurt Ningfan's wife.

“Die! ”

Ningfan scouts, emptiness grasps, an unimaginable sword is transformed into a silk thread, sweeping negative swordsmen, instantly killing into blood fog.

The Daoist was angry and had an incredible fear.

Until his death, he could not understand why a third level vector could raise his hand to destroy his temple!

He wanted to ask forgiveness, but in Ningfan's hands, he couldn't even ask forgiveness, only death!

No meditation!

Ningfan brightened his sleeves and breezed through his sleeves, dispersing the blood mist after Taoist's death without a trace.

Who would know if he wanted to slay a melting spirit?

On this night, Qingyue Swordsmashing Vice Commander's name broke, somehow died, a mayhem, no one suspected that Ning Fan did it.

If he chopped this man, Mu Haitang would not die. Thus, if he chopped this man, he would not have ten years of grief. Zhou Shen's sword would not hurt Ningfan!

The next day, Qingyue came to the Sword and Smoke Palace, leaving Ningfan with a large amount of Dan medicine and kung fu, and then left in a hurry, seemingly to pursue the death of the deputy.

That's Master Zhou Shen Eun, very good for Zhou Shen. His death, for Zhou Shen, was another grief.

For ten years, Ning Fan stayed in the Sword and Smoke Pavilion and guarded the paper cranes.

Dan medicine is responsive, and some sword cultivation techniques are well prepared.

Ningfan had never systematically practiced swordsmanship. In Zhou Shen's dreams, he began with a vein sword cultivation, painstakingly cultivating for ten years.

His breath was already late in melting, but what he preached to the outside world was a pulse opening on the 10th floor.

Within ten years, the crane woke up with little sleep and occasionally faint, but with Ning Fan guardian, she was never in any danger.

In the tenth year, the figure of the paper crane slowly drifted away and disappeared into the dream.

A hint of Zhou Shen's memory was also captured by Ningfan during the decade.

Ningfan protected the paper crane for ten years, until the paper crane left the dreams, no one could harm her. I would rather not be hurt by a sword of sorrow than regret.

Just break Zhou Shen's saddest sword in the 10th year, you can defeat Zhou Shen.

According to Zhou Shen's memory, he should be the worshipper Qingyue and Enlightenment Sword for 10 years. Ten years later, the sword was first in comparison to the sword, before gaining the departure amount and returning to the mountain village.

But when Zhou Shen returned to the village, he found that his beloved had been dead for 10 years, making a fool of himself. Until that moment, all the glory was dust, all the love was broken, he chopped off the only remaining draped sea tongue in the village, chopped it into a wooden sword, painstakingly repaired for a hundred years, only for revenge!

Ningfan did not participate in the sword comparison, turned directly into a sword light, left Qingyue and returned to the mountain village.

Fantasy dreams all around you, there is a movement of collapse, which is a sign that swordsmanship is broken.

Boom!

After a decade of dreams, Ningfan broke apart when he stepped into the mountain village.

Mountain villages are like 10 years ago, happy and peaceful, not slaughtered, not sad.

Under the protection of Ningfan, there is no death, no sorrow.

Without grief, the Sword of Sorrow is not the Sword of Sorrow. Formula one, ten years of life and death. Break it!

Ten years in the dream, the outside world is just a blink.

During this decade, Fan laid the foundation for sword-making, but made up for a few shortcomings in the sword path.

After receiving Zhou Shen's sword, he benefited greatly.

Breaking the fantasy dream, Ningfan in reality suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes appeared sharply, shattering all sword intentions of Zhou Shen.

“You first type of sword, it doesn't work for me! ”

“What!” outside the Reichen Palace, the three peeping eyes saw Ning Fan open his eyes and break the illusion of sword. All eyes changed greatly, even the red coat was slightly surprised.

Even if it is a question of falsehood or even an old monster, and Zhou Shen is enchanted by a sword, he must sink into fantasy dreams. He cannot pull himself out.

But Ningfan, in the first mode, broke the sword and woke up!

Zhou Shen's eyes revealed a little respect. He has fought with the sword all his life. He can wake up with the first type of sword. Only three people have been met. Yuntianju, Sword Emperor of the Sword Realm, Four Days of Spread Immortals, Ningfan is the fourth!

Surely he was right. Ningfan was a sword cultivator, even singled out the talent of Kendo, more than his Zhou Shen!

“The old man has a sword and divides the four types. Although you are awake in the first type, the four types of swords are not finished yet! First sadness, ten years of life and death! ”

Zhou Shen, who fought Ning Fan at this moment, did not seek victory or defeat, but merely to consult.

Ning Fan nodded, indicating that Zhou Shen could do his best against Zhou Shen, and his swordplay could be mutually authenticated, greatly improved.

Zhou Shen Jianfeng turned around and a deep sorrow drowned.

“At the age of 16, the old man joined the Qingyue sword pie, saying goodbye to Haitang, but did not know. After that day, it was the heavenly man who died at the hands of the sinners, but the old man did not know. When the old man knew that she died, it was ten years later, and the heavenly man was forever... ten years apart! My husband looks forward to seeing her again, looks forward to staying with her for ten years! I waited, but I was born... she died! This sad sword, the first type, contains the remorse of the old man's life, irreparable, indescribable, unforgettable, unable to turn back! The sadness of this sword can kill the void! ”

Whoa!

Sorrow as the tide swept through the Reichen palace. At first sight, the three voyeurs were deeply afraid.

Ning Fan stood in the center of the sword. He would not move. He would only be locked away once by the sword. There would be no second time.

There was a hanging pain in my heart that I could not protect my beloved remorse.

If the woman he loves dies and he finds out 10 years later, there will be such anguish and anguish and total remorse. Therefore, one cannot take the wrong step in one's life and must not leave behind any remorse.

Therefore, he would rather be notorious than have no regrets in his life!

“Collapse!”

His heart was strong and he was not shaken by grief. He opened his mouth and devoured all the grief of Zhou Shen's 10 years of life and death.

He remembered the knowledge of the sword and cigarette sword in a decade of dreams. He acted like Zhou Shen and grabbed it at the side of a wooden chair. The wood chips crumbled and condensed into a wooden sword.

Weak sword, strong will!

A sad sword like Zhou Shen's retreat, gathered on a wooden sword!

“Ten years of this sword, I will too!” Ning Fan's tone was blunt and seemed to say something unintentional, but it shocked Zhou Shen.

His strongest sword will be studied by Ningfan!

The three peepers are becoming more and more incredible, preferring to break Zhou Shen's first type of sword, is already a fantastic idea, and can learn Zhou Shen's sword will, how is this possible!

“What level of Kendo genius is this child? You can steal three elders' swords in one face! ”

The three shouted, they did not know. Rather than being a face-to-face learned sword intent, they went through 10 years of enlightenment sword. From that wretched dream, they followed Zhou Shen's sword repair trajectory and understood the sword and cigarette sword.

Later, like Zhou Shen, melting grief into sword smoke and cultivating the first type of sword of sorrow.

The red coat had a slight expression in her eyes, preferring once again to be unexpected.

Zhou Shen sword sharpening, if the first type of sword cannot defeat Ningfan, the second sword must be used.

“The old man joined the Red Mountain Swordsmen, repaired the pulse to the 10th floor for 10 years, learned that he loved to die, knew his enemies to be melting spiritual monsters, betrayed the Red Mountain, worked hard for 100 years, after a hundred years, formed Golden Dan, blood slaughtered the Red Mountain! I endured the bitterness of thinking, sitting alone in the cave for a hundred years, like sitting in a dead meditation, grieving day after day. Ten years of life and death, you can peep, a hundred years of loneliness, you can ask nothing! ”

Ning Fan suddenly raised his head and danced with dark hair. The wooden sword also imitated Zhou Shen's sword. On the basis of ten years of life and death, he continued to be lonely for a hundred years.

Fan also has loneliness. His loneliness is not loneliness alone in grief, but loneliness faced by the sea of true blood alone.

His loneliness is different from Zhou Shen's, but Zhou Shen's sadness, he can experience it.

Standing in the heart of the sword, he preferred to look deeper and deeper without any damage.

“Style 3, Chiaki staggered! Ids_pjsd004_full The old man extinguished Qiyue, and from the hands of the sinner, he obtained a little soul of the sea tongue, and cut the trees of the village into wooden swords, and sealed her with a little soul, day after day. She became my sword! Wanzai drifts with her only sword, accompanying me to life and death, though I will not give up! The sword is in me, the sword is dead, I'm dead! ”

“The old man can't break through, just because the will can't be further improved, it's not impossible, I just don't want to... the sorrow of the old man, even the old man himself will sink into it, just abandon all the sorrow, forget all the past with her, the old man can enter into the fiction, but I don't want to! ”

“If the price for breaking through is forgetting her, I'd rather abandon her! ”

Zhou Shenmeng was sad. He had excellent qualifications. If he could not fail to forget Ki Haitang, he would surely be a master of shattering at this moment.

But he couldn't resist... he couldn't let go...

A wave of sorrow, without giving Ningfan any breath, drowned him again.

Zhou Shen's grief has been overwhelmed. He is in grief, with his memories and his ways.

More and more sorrows fell into Ningfan's mind, and Ningfan's heart became stronger.

He has not grieved for Zhou Shen since the beginning, nor will he now.

He snooped through Zhou Shen's memories with his memories. Every little bit of sadness on Zhou Shen's part, he knew clearly.

Ten years of life and death, people are lost, hundreds of years of loneliness, so the grave is desolate. Chiaki staggered, tearing liver and intestines apart. Millionaire drifting, loving madness.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, like Zhou Shen. After losing his beloved love, he went through a thousand years of autumn and followed Zhou Shen's memory trajectory slightly, but understood his sword intentions.

Sorrow Sword Type 4, Ningfan Yijing, his eyes seemed to have tears lowered, as if Sorrow Zhou Shen was infected, once tears fell, the heart grieved, the sword pierced the heart.

He opened his eyes and remembered the state of mind, gradually without grief and joy. All the sorrows that stabbed him in the heart were devoured by the state of remembrance.

Ningfan opened his palm, a hint of black snowflake, slowly condensed into a black sword, flashing a strange avenue glow.

This little black sword was condensed by the power of memory to devour Zhou Shen's grieving sword.

His memories, from Dacheng, broke through to the realm of success!

Ning Fan swallowed Zhou Shen's sword, but condensed his own sword of mind.

“Ten years of life and death, a hundred years of loneliness, a thousand autumns staggered, a thousand years of drifting, all sorrowful memories, not indestructible! From your recollection, I learned a sword, which is... a sword to behead! Perhaps it will help you break through the realm of fiction. Failure to abandon her memories sweeps away the sorrow in her heart, remembering only the past with which she is joyfully present, and can be swept away. Chop!”

Ningfan raised his hand, the little black sword flew up and split all sorrow with one sword.

Zhou Shen was only aware of the pain in the sea. All sorrowful memories, but every time he was struck by this strange little sword, he disappeared.

Boom!

He knelt down on his knees, his eyes shocked.

What struck me was that Ningfan condensed a sword with his sad sword Type 4, and this sword can be remembered!

All the sad powers of Zhou Shen come from the painful memories of the past. If memories are beheaded, sorrow ceases to exist.

“You, defeated! ”

Ning Fan glanced faintly over Zhou Shen, lifted his hand to retract the black sword and swallowed his mouth into his stomach.

Take Zhou Shen's sword today, with Zhou Shen's long years of grief, make the memories full, condense the memory sword, definitely not much to gain!

With this sword in hand, I prefer to look closely and discover that this sword has two great abilities.

One can erase the memories of others, and two can erase the feelings of others.

If anyone else is like Zhou Shen, confront Ning Fan with a situation, prefer to chop a sword from memory, one sword defeat!

“What kind of sword is that little black sword? It can break all the swords of the Three Elders with one sword! ”

“Can't see through, can't see through! This sword is too subtle for an old man to understand! ”

“My husband seems to have seen a similar rumor of this sword from an ancient book... this sword seems to be... what it is...”

The three voyeurisms were shocked by the power of the black sword and chattered.

Only the red coat, the blood eyes flashed through the shattering colour, gripping gently,

“This is the Italian Daoist soldier, ancient book records, only master the second step of the Italian monks, can at the time of the successful Italian state, condense the strength of the state as a soldier of the avenue, has the power of the great gods. ”

“What, what! This black sword is a soldier! That is to say, this week clearly understood the situation, for the second step of the false meaning, and more at the time of deification, cultivated the situation to the full realm! ”

“Step two, situation! And no matter what the second step of this child's understanding is, few of the nine worlds understand the second step of the world. Even though in the four days of the fairy world, the vast majority of those who understand the second step of the world are true fairies! ”

“Successful! Generally speaking, only too vain an old monster can fix the situation to be satisfactory. The word will be fully understood. This child has not yet refined the falsehood, the situation has been satisfied, and the future is unlimited! ”

In the eyes of the three voyeurs, the colour of profound shock is revealed.

Zhou Shen knelt half to the ground, and the sorrow in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a faint color of defeat.

“Xiao Friend not only took the sword of the old man, but also the sword of the opposite hand, breaking all the old man's ambitions, the only argument is that the situation is strong and weak, the old man lost to Xiao Friend... Later the old man will take 40 100,000 shares of psychotropic medicine and give it to Xiao Friend. Please wait for a moment, my husband will ruin his own arm and thank the young lady for her sins. ”

“No, go get the medicine!” Words in red are cold, unpleasant and intolerable.

She didn't say, to chop Zhou Shen's arm, Zhou Shen spoke to herself.

“Er...” Zhou Shen's eyes glanced at him and was very confused.

If anyone disobeys his command, he will surely kill him, and his arms will be cut lightly.

It's amazing how the red shirt is now also attentive to my people.

“The character of the owner… some changes!” Zhou Shenmeng expressed concern, but I hope that the change of character in red is a positive aspect.

The eyes glanced at Ning Fan again, Zhou Shen deeply sighed.

Ning Fan swallowed his sorrow and condensed the Black Sword soldiers, which really shocked Zhou Shen.

“This one has the value of getting the owner involved and is eligible for 100,000 years of Pokémon! In the future, it will be a powerful aid to the master's revenge! ”

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