Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

White wave's tone is as noble and cold as before, and he has a lot of opinions about a knife like Xiao Chen who has his watch.

Xiao Chen smiled, not thinking, tea party, he was really infected by the atmosphere here.

A group of knives, tea theory, abandon the door view, unreservedly explain their hearts and minds, discuss together, progress together.

Elsewhere, such good conditions could not be found, self-proclaimed, never able to progress, he kind of understood why the young knife knife would become like this tea talk.

According to the courtesy number, Xiao Chen returned a cup of tea to Baiwang and sipped, and began to prepare to explain his blade path.

Xiao Chen's reputation over the years is quite impressive, but no one has seen him take a knife, and his remarks about abandoning his knife status have been spread.

Everyone saw that he was about to speak, and the divine color was not too serious. He didn't really believe in a man who had abandoned the identity of a knife, what reason and reason could be given.

Jiang Chengzi is even more disdainful: “Young city lord, the law speaks for itself, talked about wonders, and made the three ancient knife kings stand out. You don't even have a knife, really don't come out embarrassed, apprentice jokes. ”

The wind could not be seen, "Jiang Chengzi, don't break the rules of the tea ceremony, it is not your turn to intervene at this time. ”

Seeing the white wave sitting in the middle of nowhere, his face was unhappy, Jiangcheng zippy mouth, not saying much more.

Xiao Chen sat at will, and after seeing no one speak, he said: “I have a way, I would like to argue with the monarchs, there is no shortage of swords, with my knife as my knife, with my sword as my sword. The mind is moved, the hair can be made into a knife, the clothes can be made into a knife, the fist can be made into a knife, the leg wind can be made into a knife. ”

When Jiang Chengzi heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: “Brag! ”

But the voice just went down, but Xiao Chen looked sombre and solemn. Dark windless dance, clothes inspired, buzzing, infinite swordsmanship, from Xiao Chen, ejected.

Between the dark hair dance, up and down the flying room, as if every hair, turned into a treasure knife, bright and eye-shaking, the knife is unmatched. Hunting dresses, like swords, keep dancing.

In the blink of an eye, everyone, including the white waves, put away their previously underestimated hearts and revealed a heavy colour on their faces.

Speaking freely, smallpox crashed, and when he opened his mouth, he shook everyone in the place.

“Between the hands raised, the sword sheaths out, bright and unmatched, and I am the most perfect sword in the world. ”

Meow!

Xiao Chen continued to say, behind him, a crisp knife sounded, echoing between heaven and earth.

A bright blade of light blossomed from his body and turned into a bright moon, hanging high above the sky, dropping a gleam of light.

“I take the knife of intent as a knife, and all I think about is the knife, and all I see is the blade. ”

“Why is it indispensable that I walk in a way that has never existed before or since, perfect, my knife path, no one can ever reach it. As in the sky and the moon, it is round, cold and beautiful, between palms, the night hangs over. ”

The bright moon in the sky became brighter and brighter. Everyone looked up to see it. When the night had arrived quietly, this round of moonlight had covered up all the light.

The white-wave hearts and minds are so unprecedented and unprecedented, I dare say anything.

Boom, boom, boom!

Eighteen stone columns engraving the ancient knife king, one after the other, constantly flashing bright light, the ancient people are illustrious, listen to the legendary scene of the discourse, reappear.

However, unlike the White Wave, Xiao Chen did not mention it in half, and lit up nine ancient Knife Wang stone columns. After the White Wave, only three stone columns lit up, and Xiao Chen suddenly was nine, far beyond each other.

The ancient people were illustrious, sword-shouldered, and the whole of Tian Ding Square saw this amazing scene again, all silently opened their mouths, not knowing what kind of heavenly life the tea words would have appeared.

“Four seasons are perfect, peach blossoms bloom, summer rises, autumn winds rise, winter snow drifts...”

Spring thunder sounded, ten miles of peach blossoms blooming, floral aromas everywhere, and spring was full of meaning. The sun hangs high, the earth cracks dry, and Baili is red, which is the hottest summer.

The autumn breeze blew relentlessly and the strong wind swept the world. Hundreds of miles of faceless, invisible, and a place of snow and white.

Xiao Chen went on to say that there is no shortage of swords, as a knife, which is the foundation. How to combine the indispensable path with the martial arts you have learned to truly derive this knife path is a deeper technique.

As he walked along, all sorts of visions flashed. Bright moon ups and downs, spring peach blossoms, summer pride, autumn cold winds, winter snow, raw extinction.

Eighteen stone columns engraved with the ancient knife king, flashing successively, a blast of blade sounded, with Xiao Chen's words, eighteen knife king stone columns, all appeared, so people were illustrious, side ears listening wonder.

All the knife passengers present, Hodget, all open their mouths, stunned, never expected. Xiao Chen's realm of knife technology, so high and unpredictable, made all 18 ancient knife kings, all distinguished.

Earlier sarcastic Jiangcheng, pale face, extremely ugly, totally unexpected, this scene will appear.

“There is nothing missing, nothing missing, my heart is higher than the sky, I want to create this perfect knife, but I am also confused. Whether or not there really is something missing in the world, the moon is free, but the moon is clear and round, the four seasons are free, but the far south of the Arctic, six months of extreme day, six months of extreme night, always two seasons short. ”

“I also have confusion, using my body as a knife, meaning as a knife, but the knife in my hand, what to do, the knife in my heart, where to put it...”

Xiao Chen spoke very sincerely, the first half spoke of his own feelings, and the second half spoke of his shortcomings and doubts.

One seat, the source, uninterrupted, Xiao Chen cheerful, after the speech. I just feel unknown, a little confused, seemingly touching, and I see a glimmer of light in secret.

The voice fell, and as he spoke, the various visions displayed disappeared.

Just as the crowd felt the taste was infinite and the delicacies were chewed, on the stone columns, sitting on the end of the ancient knife king fiction, but not as before, slowly disappeared, but rather startled to say amazing.

“I have a law, I would like to argue with the monarchs, called the slaughter knife, the knife is the murder weapon, born to kill, think of myself as killing all the heavens, destroying all things, killing all...”

“I have a law, I would like to argue with the monarchs, called the Heavenly Path, Heavenly Path is hard to find, Heavenly Knife is hard to find...”

“I have a way, I would like to argue with the monarchs, called the Death Knife Dao, everything is born to wait for death, I am a knife passenger, go against the sky, and seek to live in death...”

“I have a law, I would like to argue with the monarchs, called Thunder Blade Dao, Thunder as Heavenly Dao's hand, is Heavenly Robbery...”

……

The vast holy sounds overlap, wandering back and forth between heaven and earth, and the entire city of Tian Ding is overshadowed by this voices that span time and space.

The ancients were hallowed, speaking openly, the land of Baili, and the seven colors of smallpox landed.

All the knives of Tian Ding City, all stayed, under the cover of such a holy sound, in the mind, the spiritual voice constantly, after the reaction, all sat on their knees and began to understand carefully the knife canal in their hearts.

Above the platform, on the scene of the ancient holy talk, no one expected it, but for a moment, these young people were skinny, their faces changed dramatically, they sat on their knees quickly, they didn't say anything, they were all very conscious.

The Ancient Saint said, not that Ancient Saint came alive, but that Xiao Chen's cause was coincidence. These images of ancient sacred discourse, spanning the distance of time, appear today.

This is a rare opportunity, lost, to be found again, impossible.

The experience of the ancient knife king is invaluable. All eighteen of the ancient knife kings at once spoke together. These scenes, the ancient dragon, have never existed.

But how much you can hear depends on your gift and your enlightenment. The voices of the eighteen ancient knives, together, trying to distinguish, are not an easy thing.

In the Lord's Palace of Tian Dingcheng, Baiwang's father, the quasi-emperor, looked at the seven colors of smallpox that had landed all over the sky. And the echoing holy sounds in his ears, this one is just one step away from the Wu Emperor's wind cloud character, his face couldn't help but change.