Heaven-law Supreme System

"Swish."

"Puff!"

"Crunch."

A strange sound came from the back of the yard, it looked like someone was cutting something, and the rustle of trees and bamboos fell on the ground.

"Hey, do you hear any sound?" He Jiong stopped and asked everyone.

"Well, I heard it, it seems someone is cutting bamboo behind the yard." Huang Lei replied casually.

Zhao Xiaogu's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said, "Do you think it's that guy, in the back?"

When everyone heard the words, they all nodded, expecting the owner of the bamboo house to be behind, so they would have the opportunity to ask him for some medicine spring.

"Should we go take a look?" Ni Ni suggested, blinking.

"What are you waiting for, I can't wait anymore." Peng Xiaochang said loudly.

Everyone has no opinion. After all, they are here. The point is that they have seen the exotic flowers and plants in the courtyard. They even hope to drink a sip of the medicine spring.

The six people quickly bypassed the courtyard and walked towards the back of the bamboo house.

It's just that when they came to the bamboo forest at the back of the yard, they were all stunned. They were all shocked and obsessed looking at the dancing figure in the bamboo forest clearing.

The man is as gentle as jade, wearing a black practice clothes, the whole figure is incomparably elegant and agile, just like a horror swinging in the wind.

Under the cover of the green bamboo forest, countless flying bamboo leaves are scattered among the bamboo forests. For some reason, all the bamboo leaves are floating in the air but they just don't fall.

All the surrounding scenery was embarrassing and lost in front of the man.

The sword is like a white snake whispering, hissing through the wind, and there is a faint sound of dragon roars, and like a dragon shuttle, the body is as light as a swallow while walking, and the sword rises, sometimes gathering lightning and fallen leaves rotating around the sword tip.

Although it is a long sword like a light, and the momentum of the changhong, it does not detract from the man's warm and moist temperament. It is like the most tranquil still water. The moment the breeze blows the fruit, the posture becomes more clear, and the wind and the moon are calm.

The sword energy that is invisible to the naked eye seems to have been given life. It surrounds the man's body, wraps the bamboo leaves around the body, and takes the clothes fluttering around, making everyone watching it.

If he dances a sword like this, he will return by the wind, without touching the dust, as light as a cloud, and body like a willow, stumbling lightly, just like a fright.

The man suddenly flicked his sword, his wrist shook out a series of beautiful sword flowers, the body of the sword "buzzed" and he let out a soft chant, as if he was reciting the poetry of the sword cheerfully.

Suddenly the man stomped his feet on the ground, his body rose from the ground, his toes lit the bamboo leaves in the air, as if riding on the imperial energy of the leaves, fluttering and swift, a sword was swung out, the shadow was heavy, and an invisible force would be Several tough bamboos with thick arms cut off a shallow mark not far away.

The man stood still on the ground, with his sword held behind his back, standing silently, until three seconds later there was a few "crunches" in the bamboo forest, and then the sound of the bamboo crashing to the ground. The cut in the bamboo was as smooth as a mirror, and no knife was cut. Traces of the axe.

The temperament is like banished from the dust, the body is like a catkin pendulum, like a group of emperors, and the movement is like thunder and anger, and it is like a river and sea.

Looking at the bamboo forest, there are countless bamboos lying on the ground around the man, but they look orderly. The bamboo leaves that have not yet completely fallen from the sky all show that everything just now is true.

He Jiong and others were all held their breath, stunned, completely forgot the purpose of coming here, and could not return to their senses for a long time.

It was still the same in the live broadcast room, all silent, all shocked, no one spoke.

The director of the program group, holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, trembled with excitement, but could not make a sound.