The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Lin Shu didn't speak and pulled his sword forward.

Xiao Shao didn't say any more, it was opposite.

On that day, Lin Shufu's spirit came to the bottom, and he made "forgot to return to the empty valley". This shocking power exceeded all his expectations.

However, Xiao Shao thought back to the trick of "forgot to return to the empty valley" and deal with the trick of "not seeing the Tianhe River". After returning, Lin Shu thought for a long time and felt that the subtle and mysterious place was not lower than himself.

It is a pity that it cannot be used now. After all, dreams are an array of personal powers. The spiritual rules they carry are limited and cannot accommodate such high-intensity simulations.

If they want to fight with that level of moves again, they must return to reality.

However, in reality Lin Shu is a sick seedling without the power of a chicken, and there is no way to fight, which makes him feel a bit sorry.

Xiao Shao's sword is getting faster and faster, the sword light is united, and the meaning of Xiao Se is boundless, like Huangsha desert.

Lin Shu confronted the sword with a sword. The two of you came and went. For a while, the court heard only the sound of the sword and the sound of the sword.

However, the moves to be used cannot be stopped.

The moment Xiao Shao's knife came down, Lin Shu's body turned instinctively, swaying a sword light, and it was "forgotten to return".

He and Xiao Shao looked at each other, and the next moment, they left their palms in the palm of their hearts like spirits, and each time they spit out blood and took a few steps back.

"Ordinary competition, I can't win you." After standing, Xiao Shao said lightly.

Lin Shu: "Me too."

The sword is opposite, he and Xiao Shao can't tell the difference.

"When I was thinking about it, did you come?" Xiao Shao closed his sword and said.

Lin Shu knew what he meant.

This man is about to fight himself in reality.

If he had changed to the body of his last life, he would definitely go to an appointment, but now, not.

He said, "No."

Xiao Shao's action of retracting the knife was paused, then he slammed the knife into the sheath, and made a bang sound, saying, "Farewell."

Almost the next moment, the figure of this man disappeared in front of Lin Shu.

He went offline so quickly that Lin Shu was a little confused, and even felt that the "signing off" had some angry meaning.

The next moment, a message popped up on the stone wall, "Folding bamboo against Xiao Shao, Xiao Shao conceded, and folding bamboo ranked 30th on the Zhenwu list."

Xiao Shao conceded, just as he did to the top thirty.

Lin Shu wished to get the top 30, but because of Xiao Shao's appearance, she felt that it was not a taste.

Previously, Xiao Shao had a word that worked well.

At that time, they had just passed a few hundred strokes. Xiao Shao said, "Today's Wu Feng confidant, it's okay to use a knife."

Wu Feng confidant, the weight of these four words is very heavy, more than a thousand weight.

There are so many people who practice martial arts in the world. However, Wu Wu second, if you fight, if you win or lose, it is easy to win, but it is difficult to distinguish between the two.

Wu Feng confidant is like Qi Feng's opponent.

Xiao Shao esteemed the heroes on the Zhenwu list and was undefeated in all battles. Although others looked very beautiful, it was not necessarily the case for himself.

If there are no rivals, there will be fewer opportunities to go to the next level.

But he can't fight Xiao Shao in reality, no wonder he will be unhappy.

This man confessed to losing the line, he also got the top thirty, and it has no meaning to stay in the performance martial arts field. Lin Shu returned to his dream and planned to practice a sword on the mountain for a while.

However, practicing and practicing, and remembering that Xiao Shao was gone, I felt very uninteresting, and did not want to practice the sword.

Mr. Meng saw him put away his sword and asked, "Daoyou, why not practice?"

Lin Shudao: "I don't want to practice."

Mr. Meng said: "Do you have a mind?"

Lin Shu didn't speak.

Mr. Meng smiled mildly: "Taoyou, if there is something wrong, or if you encounter problems in cultivation, you may wish to tell me."

It's nothing, it's just a conflict with people, nothing to say, just a joke.

When it comes to cultivation, there are indeed problems.

Yesterday he had a night's dream, all over and over were "forgot to return to the empty valley" and "not seeing the Tianhe".

I woke up in the night, tossed "I can't see Tianhe" over and over again in my mind, lit the lamp again, and silenced the sword of my last life by memory, and began to see the third type of "Li Qian Qian.

This style is extremely high.

However, the graphics and descriptions on the empty paper could not be practiced anyway.

In his last life, he asked Master why this was the case. Master said that these moves, which are destined for humans, are not human, and are not things that can be learned with talent and understanding.

He is unbelieving.

Sword is a very sincere thing, and it should not have the mysterious and mysterious saying of "Destiny".

The direction of the sword move and the flow of spiritual power are there, and it should be used.

He told Mr. Meng: "I learned the swordsmanship on the sword notation. I could clearly see the moves, but I could not use them."

Mr. Meng asked, "Is it a very advanced sword?"

"It's really deep," he said, "but I already know how spiritual power works, and I feel I can use it."

"That being the case ..." Mr. Meng groaned for a long time before he said, "But at this point, the sword was clear and unmistakable, but blocked in an unknown place, unsustainable?"

Lin Shu: "Yes."

Mr. Meng folded his sleeves, looked at the distant horizon, his voice was a little low, and said, "There are some tricks in the world that can't be used."

Lin Shu didn't quite understand.

Mr. Meng looked at him with a confused look and smiled, and said, "You are very young and you don't understand the truth here without world affairs."

Lin Shu: "What makes sense?"

Mr. Meng sighed and said, "It's a state of mind."

After a pause, he continued: "You know 'Phoenix Knife'?"

Lin Shu: "I know."

Ling Fengxiao also practiced the Phoenix Blade in front of him a few days ago.

Mr. Meng slowly came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the Asahi in the distance. He said: "The Phoenix swordsmanship is well-known in the world, and it is a stand-alone move. Among them, there are scores of moves. "Missing the Eleventh Day of the Moon" Xiao killed loneliness ... For hundreds of years, no one can beat his edge. Among them, the most esoteric is a loneliness.

"The ancestors of Phoenix Mountain Resort used the last form of" loneliness "," Heaven is like a sword, "and one person ran over tens of thousands of teachers."

The power of one person crossing tens of thousands of iron riders, the power of this "God-like will" is conceivable.

But Mr. Meng's words turned sharply: "However, although the loneliness of the sword has been passed down completely, for several generations, no one can use a trick and a half until the little phoenix of their family is born. Only natural talents can do two tricks. "

The "little phoenix" in Mr. Meng's mouth is Ling Fengxiao.

Lin Shu knows the exquisite skill of the young lady. There are also moves that the young lady can't make in the world, which is a bit strange.

"The reason is that the world only knows how subtle this knife is, but it doesn't know how it was created." Mr. Meng said lightly, "Two hundred years ago, the old was broken by the iron hooves of the Beixia Inverse Party. There was no life on the charcoal. The master of the Ling family was just a weak woman. He was accustomed to the vicissitudes of change in troubled times, and Fang Wu realized the loneliness.

Phoenix Villa is naturally the most powerful school in the world, but Lin Shu never thought of how it came.

To open such a martial art with one person's strength is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

Mr. Meng continued: "Later the dynasty moved south and divided the world with Beixia, and then it gradually settled down. Xiandao Confucianism and Taoism gradually recovered. In the old days, the sight of blood flowing into the river was hard to see, and it was like" loneliness ". "The sword," God is like a sword, "but no one saw it again."

"Taoyou, do you think, how many days does a person have to go through unsuccessful things, life and death, national enemies hate, can they understand the weight of the word" God's will "?"

Lin Shu didn't speak.

He seemed to understand something.

Mr. Meng sighed and said, "These moves are like" God's will like a knife ". If there is no corresponding state of mind, unless the chance is coincident, it will be difficult to use. Therefore, even if they have unparalleled power, I would prefer you I ca n’t use it for a lifetime. Dao, do you understand? "