Pirate's Infinite Wings

This passage is dazzling and exudes a mysterious atmosphere.My steps are flying, my figure is flying.A quarter of an hour later, I walked into a wide hall built deep in the mountains.

The hall is full of stone sculptures thousands of feet high. Four huge stone pillars with dragon-carved phoenixes stand in the air, covered with smooth and clean turquoise. The four walls are hung with fist-sized moonstones and soft and clear lights. Illuminated the entire hall.

And in the deepest part of the hall, there is a huge stone wall, the stone wall is as smooth as a mirror, there are endless sword lights flying, howling, flowing, like a rainbow of electricity, soaring and flying, it is amazing.

Obviously, this is a sword stone, and the sword light has wandered like a spirit. It must be the charm left by all the long sword gods who have lived on the Six Cloud Sword for thousands of years.

At this time, before watching the advice, six elders of Jianzong Liuyun were sitting on the ground, with two brothers and sisters sitting on the table in the middle.

What are they doing?

When I was lost, there was a familiar voice in my ear, "I, I am washing the flesh for two apprentices, with the heart of a sword, on top of a stick of incense." In the meantime, you might as well look at me first. The advice of Liu Yunjianzong."

Smell the real man!

I looked up, and sure enough, I found my back to my elders, but didn't I smell the smell of a real man?

At this moment, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately glanced at the Mu Yao brothers and sisters with a little surprise, and secretly said, "A real man accepts two people as disciples, cuts his hair and washes the pulp, and cultivates Jianxin for them. Great creation."

I shook my head and looked up at the sword stone. As soon as he raised his head, his eyes were firmly attracted by the various sword rhymes on the sword stone.

set off

I immediately felt that I had entered the sword of the world. Between heaven and earth, countless alien swords stood in the air, or passed through the body like fire, or like water, or electric lights, or splashed like ink.

A thunderous sword seemed to be aware of my arrival, snapped from the air, cut it off, and immediately, hundreds of millions of dazzling arcs erupted, and the world was bright and silver!

Under this ferocious aura, under the sword with the breath of heaven and earth, I was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, hiding in hiding, with nowhere to escape, just like facing the emperor's sword in a thunderstorm, unable to withstand any resistance.

The scenery suddenly changed, and a snake-like sword appeared between the sky and the earth, with a single thorn, a piece of icy silence, annihilation, and the breath of death, filling the sky and the earth. I am in it, like the vitality of the whole body. It quickly withers, becomes dry, and becomes a withered body.

The sound of the sword in the sky resounded through Zeus, as if it had gathered a whole day of vigor, sometimes like the Milky Way rolling, causing the stars to roll, sometimes like a heavy mountain range, a towering sky, sometimes as vast as the sea, sometimes as vast as the sea , Sometimes as violent as the wind, tearing the sky...?

In one of these situations, I feel that every sword can kill myself countless times, no matter how hard he struggles or resists, he cannot escape the fate of being enveloped, locked and killed by the sword.

Is this the rhythm of Jianyuan Kendo?

Is it just a trace of the spiritual imprint left by his predecessor, is there such a terrible power?

Thousands of huge waves rise in my heart, but they are not surprise, but joy. With heart to heart, he immediately picked out a drifting cactus and walked away...