The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

After the big waves go through the sand, the fold will enter the second round, and the disciples have already lost half.Some of them are not closed-doors to cultivate their injuries, and some are sorting out the feelings of the previous round of fighting. Some small schools have already left Yecheng because the whole school does not have a disciple to enter the second round.

There are fewer disciples in the competition, but Yecheng has no shortage of people.

Many people come here.

In order to see the extent to which the young people in the senior profession can reach the young people in the practice circle now.Has the "Age of Stars" predicted by Mr. Zhang Yuan come?

In order to encourage the disciples of their ancestors, the competitors of the contestants who had participated in the zigzag meeting before, came to teach the combat experience to the younger brothers.

On this day, the scorching sun was hot, and the heat was pressing.

A team of practitioners in blue robe came to Yecheng.

They are neither to watch the competition, nor to encourage the same.

They are here to meet people.

"That Yin Biyue, this bye?"

The interrogator wiped his sword before the case.

The sword was very long, the blade was black, and even the dazzling sunlight from the window fell on it, as if it had been sucked into it, and it couldn't reflect any glory.

It’s not just swords, it’s the same with the sword wipers.He sat by the window, so the sunlight retreated.

Although it was a question, but his expression was indifferent, and he did not give alms to the people next to him.

"Yes, brother." He Lai was able to get out of bed, the injury was better, he stood on the side of the case, and he looked very respectful.

The questioning young man didn't speak anymore, his eyes still fell on the sword.

After a long time, how long has it been since I couldn't bear the invisible pressure around him, and the cold sweat was pouring down behind me.

The youth spoke,

"Things are here. Practice your sword well in the future, don't come out and be ashamed."

How come I am overjoyed, lifted my clothes and bowed,

"Yes! Brother Xie! Brother Xie!"

He knew that the other party said'Just get here' did not mean, but had agreed to deal with it, so he came here.

The young man waved his hand and said lightly, "Go on."

He Laixiu withdrew his sleeves and saluted.

After he went out, Baozong's leader led him closer, stopped at the distance of courtesy, and asked in a low voice,

"Did you decide to shoot?"

If according to seniority, such a situation is extremely absurd.

But in Baozong, no one dared to feel wrong.

The young man frowned slightly, he knew the meaning of the question.It is nothing more than scrupulous swordsman, persuading him not to die.

So he said, "I will not kill him."

Elder Baozong breathed a sigh of relief, his wrinkles all spread out, and he quit silently.

The youth is still wiping their swords.

He said that the dead hand can't be lowered, this is true.

But serious injuries, disability, and broken meridians are not dead hands.

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The second round of the zigzag meeting has already begun, and there are two things that are most widely circulated in Yecheng.

First, Feng Yu Jian and Jian Sheng disciples met on a narrow path, and they were invited to fight in public.

Because the two parties were brought back by fellow brothers, this matter had no result, but everyone thought that Zhong Shan and Yin Biyue would eventually fight.It's a pity that Yin Biyue lost in this round, which is really regrettable.

In contrast, the second news made people chill.Because it is said that someone saw Zheng Wei, who ranked second in Baopu Qizi, at Xinshuiqiao in the north of the city.

The authenticity of this rumor is very doubtful, and many people do not believe that Zheng Wei will come out of the mountain because of watching a fold.

If he really came, what would he want to do?Does he want to kill again?

But here is Ye Cheng. Is he really going to provoke the city's prestige?

No matter who came or didn't come, so far, the zigzag meeting has been proceeding in an orderly manner.

The second round of competition was more exciting and thrilling.For the convenience of watching the battle, only two of the original four platforms were opened.So the trial process slowed down to a great extent.

Without the time limit and the rules of a draw, the two of the same level can sometimes play from early morning to sunset until they win or lose.

In such a fierce competition, Luo Mingchuan's competition with Xingshan Temple Puhong is very different.

According to those who watched the battle, the first apprentice of Cangya did not use a sword or a teaching whip. Instead, he used a method of body and palm to break the long-known mercy palm of Xingshan Temple.The two hit half and stopped at the same time, discussing the Dharma.

The audience heard Yunshan Fog Hood, not knowing why.

The disciples of Cangya Mountain and Xingshan Temple Buddhism talk about Buddhism, which sounds ridiculous.But at sunset, Pu Hong suddenly smiled, admitted himself, and stepped down.

Yin Biyue did not see this wonderful Dharma debate.

Because he is at the key point of taking a self-view, and has entered a certain mysterious state.

He closed his eyes and gazed at the foreign objects in the house, he could see the lines of the sapphire case, the remnant petals of the magnolia in the courtyard, the sparkling autumn lake, he could see the thousands of buildings, the city of Yecheng .

Reverse yourself, you can see the heart beat, the operation of the true element and the blood flow.

Not with eyes.

What you see with your eyes may not be true.

He looked at it with his soul, so there was nothing to hide.

He felt the real element in the meridian pounding, rolling over, just like the big rivers and big rivers were going to split the rocks, with a bitter chill.For the first time in his life, this chill did not bring pain, but gave him a sense of coolness and relaxation.

He guided them and led Zhenyuan to the Yufu, just like thousands of rivers eventually returned to the sea.

In an instant, the illusion that the world and the world are in harmony with one another.

But is the vast sea the end?

This is the fourth day when Yin Biyue was closed.

The temperature in the courtyard has fallen to autumn, a thin layer of frost has accumulated on the stone slab, and the magnolia can't stand the erosion of the cold, and it fell to the ground.

The cold wind blew like a thousand piles of snow crashing on the shore.

Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, his expression calm, "Sitting on his own, the younger brother is about to break the barrier."

Duan Chongxuan solemnly said, "Unfortunately, I have a field test now, and the four senior brothers please you here."

Luo Mingchuan nodded, his eyes firm.

However, the fist was clenched under the sleeve, and the palm was full of cold sweat.

He knew that the younger brother had reached a critical moment in breaking the obstacles, and he could not tolerate any loss.

Most of the disciples in Cangya Mountain have already watched the battle in the ring. No one is practicing sword by the autumn lake. There are no voices in the various courtyards.

After Duan Chongxuan left, there was only Luo Mingchuan left in Linhu's nearest courtyard.

Not only autumn frost and falling flowers, Luo Mingchuan's wide sleeves also swayed slightly in the wind.

The heat wave of summer blows here, and it becomes an autumn wind.

The cold is getting heavier and heavier, and even there are traces of sword air floating in the air, it is the sword of the cold water sword that begins to overflow.

Luo Mingchuan sinks in his heart, is the younger brother using a sword?

Is it because of the shackles in breaking the obstacles?

Yin Biyue frowned slightly.

Youfu is the sea, but it is not the end.

What breaks the barrier is the heart barrier, and you should see your heart.

So his consciousness floated on the sea, this was the first time he saw the sea in his body.

He knows that every cultivator will have his own "sea" after breaking through the condensed realm.The true elements of the whole body are stored here, flowing to each meridian, circulating back and forth for a day, and then merged into the sea.

If life does not stop, the sea will not dry up.Only when the obstacle is broken can the sea be'seen'.

At this time, his sea was covered with white mist and covered the sky.He wanted to see everything, but he was helpless, as if he were not the master of the sea.

He did not go through painful and difficult training, medullation, and concentration.

He didn’t know why Juggernaut accepted himself as a disciple, why did his husband kill Luo Mingchuan, or even... why did he want to be a villain at first?

Too much confusion, not too much understanding.

The heart barrier is not broken, so the mist is still there.

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The weather outside the courtyard was extremely sultry. The entire Yecheng looked like a huge steamer, and the steamed person could not breathe.

Suddenly the sky was overcast, and the wind came from all directions, sweeping into the sky.Roll up the wine tricks and lanterns on the small building, roll up the thin clothes on the bamboo rods in the courtyard, and roll up the tobacco that is ten miles outside the autumn lake in the south of the city.

I don’t know who pushed the window open and shouted, “It’s going to rain! — Go home and close the window to collect your clothes!”

As soon as the voice fell, thunder and thunder came from afar!The noisy long street was just empty.

The summer rain in Nanlu is such a rapid rush.The thunder was endless, and the big raindrops smashed down hard, causing the dust to fly.The rain curtain soon became a series of films, and the entire Yecheng was caged in a blunt wind and rain.

With the squalls of thunder and thunder, the sorrowfulness of the world was washed out.

Across the curtain of rain, both sides of the ring saw the ceremony.

The disciples under the stage circulated a thin real element to isolate the rain.

As for the stands on the east side, the ground was not wet.

Duan Chongxuan on the stage gave his hand as a gift, "Please enlighten me."

Xu Guang asked, "I heard that the burning symbol is made by the sky fire, and the rain does not invade. Is this true?"

Duan Chongxuan froze for a moment. He thought the other party was simply curious, so he sincerely replied, "Yes."

Xu Guang shouted back directly to the deacon disciples, "I admit defeat!"

Duan Chongxuan was completely stunned, because... he never thought of using rune paper.

After Xu Guang stepped down, he said to the disciples around him, "Anyway, I have been lucky by passing the first round. For those who don't know how many characters there are, I still give Qinglu swords to those who regard honor as life. Go fight."

The disciple looked sympathetically, "Actually, even if you win after the fight, can the sisters let you go?"

Xu Guang looked at the sisters and sisters in the ring and looked at the ring, and thought about it seriously, and found it reasonable.

Duan Chongxuan arched his hand against the stage, turned and rushed to Qiuhu.

Heavy rain fell on the autumn lake, causing thousands of ripples, and swarms of blue and red carps floated up.On the gray tile roof of the lakeside courtyard, the water mist is confused, like a layer of blue smoke.

The rain dripped down the eaves, forming a string of beads, hitting the stone steps in front of the house.After falling into this courtyard, it became a murderous autumn rain.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

However, at this time, it was not Qiuyu, but the murderous intention revealed through the rain curtain.

Luo Mingchuan's hand had grasped the hilt.

He rarely takes swords on weekdays, but this movement is smooth and natural.

His eyes were fixed on the opposite eaves, where there stood a man, Tsing Yi Long Sword, his expression was palpable and indifferent.

The wind and rain can't retreat and can't get close to him three feet.

No one could see how he came. It seemed that in a blink of an eye, he appeared there out of nowhere.

Yin Biyue's formation in the courtyard in the past, the tears of the flags were heard everywhere, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and it was extremely sad.

A breath of death and death enveloped the entire courtyard.

If thousands of people have not been killed, there can be no such solid killing intention.

Luo Mingchuan saw his robe and sword and recognized this man, Zheng Wei.

So he no longer took the sword.

Because he stabs Zheng Wei's sword, it is impossible to stab Zheng Wei faster than Zheng Wei standing on the eaves.

There was only the younger brother who was breaking the barrier.

When Zheng Wei became famous, there was no such thing as'Bao Pu Qi Zi'.Even two of Baopu's seven sons have not been born yet.

Unlike being famous for cultivation or fighting against others, Zheng Wei is famous for killing people.

To the extent that many people have reached a consensus, Zheng Wei's hobby is not practicing sword training, but killing people.

The person standing on the eaves has a distant vision, as if watching the lake and the rain.

Because in his eyes, whether it is Luo Mingchuan, who is breaking the barrier, or Yin Biyue, who is breaking the barrier in the house, or even Duan Chongxuan, who is struggling outside the courtyard wall, is like a mayfly ant, which can be killed at any time.It's not worth watching.

It's better to look at the lake and wind and rain.

Before Duan Chongxuan approached Qiuhu, he felt the murderous intention of dying like a sea.

He began to rush to the small courtyard, and passed through the heavy rain curtain, splashing countless water, but was blocked outside the courtyard wall.

Invisible energy closed the place, he wanted to go further, but he couldn't lift his legs, like a mountain on his body.

Without hesitation, he held up a paper umbrella.

Holding an umbrella at this time is naturally not to avoid rain.

The mountain turned into a huge rock weighing over a catty, and Duan Chongxuan stumbled under the umbrella.

He guessed who was on the eaves, not to mention his current practice of condensing God's realm, that is, a random beginning realm came, he could not wait to escape three feet.

But he could not retreat because his brother was still inside.

Duan Chongxuan wanted to take the sword, but the hand that touched his sleeve fell empty.For the first time in his life, he regretted his hard work.

Because he found that Zheng Wei is currently useless with any sword.

So he held the umbrella in one hand and raised an arrow in the other.

But he knew clearly that with his current cultivation practice, this arrow could penetrate the wall and the energy barrier in front of him, but it might not be able to approach the person in front of him.

At this moment, he finally agreed with his father's words, "Although the militia is good, it must be ordered."

The heavy rain was getting worse, and thunder rang through the wilderness.

Yin Biyue in the house is like no man and no man. He can't feel the wind and rain, but he can feel the killing intention.Like a steel needle, piercing the roof, sharp and unmatched, accurately fell behind him.

The sharp edge is on the back, but there is no way back.

It was not just him. Under the magnolia, outside the courtyard wall, there was no way back in the wind and rain.

The person on the eaves recognized the umbrella and the arrow in Duan Chongxuan's hand, and the peak of his eyebrows was slightly picked, and his eyes still could not ripple.

He didn't think it was brave to dare to take an arrow at this time, on the contrary, he thought it was stupid.

Mayfly ants, knowing that they can't do it, are always in vain.

Luo Mingchuan no longer took the sword, but he looked at Zheng Wei.

The color of the pupil changes slowly from the warm amber to the black like a deep abyss, strange and natural.

If Yin Biyue is here, he will recognize this as Galan pupil surgery.

Eyes are always faster than swords.

Yin Biyue knew that the best way now is to give up breaking obstacles.

But he didn't want this.

He didn't want to ignore the secret puzzles, he didn't want to know the answers to those questions, and he didn't even care about the murderous intention.

He just wanted to live well in this world.He wants to have power.

So he drew his sword straight!

The fog does not dissipate, why break the barrier?

Since you can't see it, you must cut it!

He was still sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, but in that piece of sea, the sword leaning against the lake was already sheathed!

At the same time, Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chongxuan felt that the air in the room had skyrocketed, and the cold water came out of the sword.

There was only one step left to break the obstacle.

If the person on the eaves wants to take action, this is the best moment!

Luo Mingchuan's pupil color has completely changed to dull black, and the true element on Duan Chongxuan's arrows has also overflowed.

However, between heaven and earth, there was a moment of silence.

The figure on the eaves glanced towards the south of the city, frowned slightly, and then disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air.

The cold killing intentions dissipated like the low tide of the sea, and there was no trace.

The roof tiles he stood by were quickly wet by rain.

The entire yard seemed to have been nothing except wind and rain.

Luo Mingchuan's tense spirit was slack, and he took two steps to stabilize.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the Theravada realm without going backwards, in the eyes of many people, it is already incredible.

Duan Chongxuan outside the courtyard wall breathed a sigh of relief, and could no longer support it, sitting against the wall and sitting in the mud.

Paper umbrella tossed aside.The forehead was completely wet by sweat and rain.

Zheng Wei seemed to be inexplicable, but he was also inexplicable.That's because in their current state, they still can't understand the confrontation above the Theravada.

Luo Mingchuan dared to relax because he noticed that Zheng Wei glanced in the direction of the city's main palace as he walked.

Yin Biyue's sword was already cut at sea.

The unprecedented sword edge pierced the mist!

There is no waves in the blue sea, and there is a way in Yaotai.Between Xu Yu, Qing Wan Wanli!

His body became lighter and lighter, and the strong wind suddenly lifted, and the spirits of heaven and earth gathered together. As the tuna turned into the real, it merged into the sea.The vast expanse of the sea was filled with joyful waves, which more than doubled.

He quietly guided the flow of true elements in every inch of meridian until He Qinghai Yan.

Summer showers are the most hurried.From the beginning of the rain to weakening to a complete stop, it is only half a tea effort.

Shen Yunkai, evening sunny photos.

Xitian reveals a clear sky, intertwined with water mist and haze to the world.

Ye Cheng gradually became more lively, the hawker's shouts sounded again, the children stepped on the water on the blue bricks, and people moved the round stools to sit on the street, enjoying the long-lost coolness.

The origami at the foot of Chongming Mountain ended a day of fighting, and the disciples of the various schools began to walk scattered into the city.Lamenting the timely rain, it washed away the hot summer heat for half a month.

By the autumn lake, Yin Bi pushed out of the door.

Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, with shallow ponds at his feet, and a little frost stained his robe.However, the smile is warm, like a spring breeze.

Duan Chongxuan was sitting under the tree and panting, and when he came out, he laughed,

"Congratulations to Brother Four for breaking the barrier."