The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Jian Feng's bright and icy light, like the sky of the stars, shook down on the autumn river.

The night wind rises, the cold water is born, the bright moon cage yarn, the dark and rapid river tide, rolling towards Zhongshan.

At the moment Yin Bi crossed the sword, Zhong Shan cut a sword and flew back to the edge of the ring!

However, Jiang Chao followed, and a thin blood line appeared on his right chest.

The hot blood came out, and before it was soaked, it solidified into frost on the splashing ink robe.

The sword meaning of the cold water sword is like bone marrow.

But just as Yin Biyue avoided the greatest damage of Zhongshan sword at the last moment, Zhongshan also avoided the 60% power of this sword.

He crossed the sword in front of him, like Changdi Dam, blocking the torrential cold river.

The variable is too fast in one breath.

Yin Biyue's white robe was stained with blood, and his opponent's sword gas remained fierce and violent, and it was excited by the cold water sword.White smoke came out of the wound on the left arm, shocking.

Zhong Shan's face was pale. Although the wound was covered with frost, the sword gas raged along the meridians, and the tingling spread to the heart.

However, they have no time to take care of it at this moment, so they must strive to get ahead and pull their swords straight!

The middle-aged woman of Lian Jianzong frowned, "Is the formation on stage perfect?"

The elder Cangyashan said in a deep voice, "You can't damage the two younger generation's spiritual geniuses for a zigzag meeting."

The elders of the Qinglu Sword faction held the pivot and nodded cautiously.Once there is an irreversible danger, the ring formation will start immediately, and the formation itself will bear the sword.

The disciples of Cangya Mountain and Qinglu Sword School did not have the calmness of the big figures.

Their faces were pale, their eyes were covered, and they stared nervously at the ring.

Cheng Tianyu's eyes were anxious.

Song Tang's eyes showed anxiety, and Yin Bi was stronger than they thought.Not only is cultivation practice, his tacit understanding with the sword is very high, as if Tianfu complement each other.

Luo Mingchuan remained silent on the face, his hands clenched into fists in his wide sleeves, his palms were bloody.

The two jumped at almost the same time, and the two swords met in midair!

"Zheng--"

The majestic true elements form an invisible half-arc barrier, impacting and colliding at the intersection of the blades!

There was no rain, but there was rain.

There is no lake, but there are chills.

The disciples who were nearer than the audience retreated back bitterly, as they were washed by wind and rain to recognise the sea, and then soaked in the cold river at night.

The time on stage was almost frozen.

The sword light is striving for glory, the sword body reflects the blue sky and the ray of flowing clouds, reflecting their quiet face and bright eyes.

Soreness and numbness spread from the hilt, Yin Biyue seemed to understand the opponent's sword intention.

Desolate wind bitter rain.

As far as the realm is concerned, that Yecheng worship also understood and said with awe, "Awesome."

This is not the most powerful sword, but the most difficult one to practice.

For many disciples who practice the wind and rain sword tactics, this sword is the bottleneck they are difficult to understand.

Fengwei invades the sick bones, and the rain guts.

The sword is so miserable!

The saints who created the storm sword in the'All Saints' era were poor when they were young.

This sword is his summary of his bitter cold life in the past 40 years.

The Zhongshan teenager became famous, and the Xiu Xing Avenue went smoothly.Even the sadness and loneliness of this sword can be felt.

It's really amazing.

Song Tang was not surprised.

When the younger brother was young, his state was still low, and the true element was not enough to protect his body. His sword was covered with blood bubbles every ten thousand times.Do not go down the mountain, do not talk and laugh, and do not gather to play.Xia Lian San Fu was extremely hot, and winter Lian San Jiu was freezing.

The price of a teenager's fame is to eat more hardship and become more lonely.

The unspeakable loneliness spread from the sword front, forcing a lot of sorrow.

Yin Biyue's sword was not exhausted, so she suddenly withdrew and withdrew. The sword went straight down, but her body fluttered like a white crane, and she flew to a higher level.

Lean on the sword and cut it off!

The endless luster oozes from the sword, like the shimmering waves of the Chengcheng Lake.

At this time when it was close to Shen Shen, the daylight was dimming and it was far less bright than noon, but the sword was too bright, as if the sky was a little brighter.

If Zhongshan's sword is a miserable wind and rain, then Yin Biyue's sword is like the rising sun of the sunrise, and the golden light is thin!

It is the self-confidence and pride of "Don't be afraid of the dark clouds".

Cangya swordsmanship general formula,'Sunrise to the East'.

Many Cangyashan disciples' eyes widened in disbelief. Is such a huge momentum really a rising sun?

Zhong Shan landed lightly and raised his sword to the top.The sword screen reappeared, with a little light on it, like a galaxy scattered, and a sword front facing down.

Lu Zhan Chaoyang, star ring purple pole.

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More than Southland, the whole world is watching this war.

The practitioners in Yecheng, nervously watching the battle from afar, those who failed to go to Yecheng, looked forward to it, waiting for the news from the ancestors of Zongmen.

But there is always someone to wait.

Hengduanshan snow does not melt all year round.

The highest peak is foggy, and the ice hangs like a forest.It was so cold that even those who practiced in Theravada could not stand for long.

At this moment an old man stood on the top of the mountain, his sleeve robe was full of mountain breeze, and his long beard was wide, his expression was indifferent.Seemingly terrifying light.

He is not tall, but standing here is like being detached from all beings in the world.

Inexplicably gave birth to the magnificent atmosphere of Wanshanju bowing.

As it should be.How not to detach?How not to bow?

If Juggernaut is gone, how can there be a higher mountain than him?

He is also watching this battle.

Even thousands of miles away, he could see the glory of the swords of the two men clearly.

He was not happy, so he frowned slightly, his sleeve robe flicking.

Luomingchuan suddenly changed his face at Chongming Mountain, thousands of miles away, and looked incredulously towards the sky.

Elder Lian Jianzong and Ye Cheng's enshrined face are pale, all looking up to the sky.

In the main palace, Ye Zhiqiu raised his sword on the highest terrace.The expression is never dignified.

Thick clouds rolled over from west to south, and thousands of miles soon arrived.Enough to cover the sky on the side of Chongming Mountain, so that the sun will be dull and dull.

It seemed to be just a blink of an eye, no thunder, no lightning, the heavy rain hit hard!

The disciples under the stand were caught off guard and hurriedly put up the barrier of the real element. "Why did it rain suddenly?"

Bean rain, overwhelming.

After'Star Ring Purple Pole', the two men each produced more than ten swords.This battle has been from early morning to dusk.

The true elements, consciousness, and spiritual will of both sides of the battle are at the limit.

Yin Biyue still couldn't win Zhong Shan because of the gap between kendo and state.But they didn't lose.

So when the rain fell, both of them had no time to spare.

But for a moment, Yin Bi's thicker robe was flooded with rain and became heavier.Like his heavy breath, there are already overwhelmed heart, lungs and meridians.

The blood stains solidified on the robe fainted in the rain. At first glance, the left half of the body seemed to be soaked in blood.

The wind and rain were miserable, splashing mist and mist, reminding him of the rain when the barrier was closed.

It is also such a gloomy death, like a murderous intent.

Zhongshan's splashing ink landscape robe is also mixed with blood and rain.

The water flowed down his eyebrow peak, and then blew past the sword tip and dripped on the ring.Splashes are in full bloom.

His eyes are getting brighter.Seems to burn through heavy rain.

"What a coincidence, hitting this point of view, a rain came, and Brother Zhong's wind and rain sword was enough to take advantage of it!"

"Alas, it's going to rain, mother is going to marry someone, is there any way?"

Almost everyone thinks so, this rain is a matter of heaven.

Only a few people, including Luo Mingchuan, saw the Supreme Cloud when they saw the overcast clouds.

Those with a half-step Mahayana or above are due to the realm, and Luo Mingchuan is due to the practice of Jialan pupil surgery.

But even if the world knows it, many people dare not say a word.The six Yashengs are almost gods in the world.

Thunder Jade Dew, all are holy grace.

The sage is going to change, who dares to say nothing?

Ye Zhiqiu was standing on the terrace, and the Wanjia lights in Yecheng were at his feet.

He looked at the sky to the west.

The rain cloud is now in Chongming Mountain, but as long as he moves Erli and comes over Yecheng, he will not hesitate to shoot.

The old housekeeper stood beside him, his voice trembling, "Master, please don't take the sword, this is a great disrespect to the saint."

Ye Zhiqiu did not speak, nor did he put down the sword in his hand.

Midland.

In Yunyang City, Mr. Zhang Yuan was drinking tea in the courtyard to see the sky. Seemingly the sky was not annoying, he dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground.

There was a crunch, and tea was spilled on the ground mixed with broken porcelain.

But before that, Zhong Shan had raised his sword in the wind and rain.

He took a step forward, and the shallow water beneath his feet splashed with water, and he did not fall.

Where the sword passes, the flying rain silk twists strangely, and comes together with the sword!

So all the wind and rain turned into his sword.

Wind and rain siege!

Someone thought that Zhongshan would be stronger if he borrowed the wind and rain.I just didn't expect him to be so strong.

Sword potential has exceeded the limit of breaking obstacles, and has touched the threshold of Theravada.

Seems to break through!

Some people even see that this sword is not only Zhongshan's realm of cultivation, but also the "Wind and Rain Sword" magic weapon, its own power has been completely inspired!

But a rain made it so exciting!

No one thinks that Yin Biyue can take this incredible sword.

What did he pick up the sword?

Why did you pick up this sword?

Follow the trend and show off the sword of cold water?But the wind and rain are already in Zhongshan's sword.

Avoid this sword?

How can we avoid the wind and rain all over the sky?

Yin Biyue was standing in the rain, his robes were wet, like a lonely city.