The dense leaves of the forest were scattered with broken blades, the middle-aged Daoist covered his Qihai, blood struggled to spill out from his fingers, he looked warily at this white-robed Immortal, his heart filled with shock and fear.
He had never imagined that there would be a Five Paths Realist in such a poor and remote place.
When did the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect produce such a character?
How could He Guang know him?
The next question he asked was even more puzzling Is the Acacia Sect lacking a good patriarch? What is he going to do? Although the Acacia Sect also boasts of being a famous sect, they know that there is a huge gap between themselves and the real famous sects, after all, the whole sect, up and down, there are only two Purple Ting realm cultivators, all less than five floors.
Why would an immortal ask such a question?
He Guang also looked at him, he recognized the other party, that was the disciple he had chatted with during
Yazhu looked at Lu Married Married in consternation.At the moment of summer, the snow on the cliffs do not melt all year round, but it is cold, Lu married married behind the fine early rise, such as set shoulders of pearl and jade, the evening wind blowing rolled up the clothes, do not see half a point of sharpness, but it seems to be the sky waterfalls and cold pools soak wash ten thousand years of the sword, Ya Zhu out of a sense of detachment, as if standing next to the sister is not familiar with, but a touch of unintentional way of the moon shadow.Nowadays, Lu Married Married is a true immortal in Ya Zhu's eyes.That's why her statement surprised Yazhu even more.Ya Zhu Xiumei immediately knitted up, "The Acacia Sect is such and such a place! How can someone like you go there?"Lu married to look out at the night between the mountains, faintly said, "Yin and Yang together with the theory of the upper over the Divine Ruins, the lower extreme Yu Fu
As the moon set and the sun rose, and the morning sun showed, the chaos that the disciples had envisioned did not happen, and the night passed calmly and without a ripple.Lu Shuangdai grabbed the soft brocade coverlet and pressed it between her collarbones, she slowly and softly sat up, hugged her knees and looked at the teenager who was ambling around drawing scrolls, her long autumn water eyes with a smile.Ning had long been depicted in the painting by none other than himself.The scrolls he painted could be described as lifelike enough to pass for real in the eyes of ordinary people, but they were lifeless in the eyes of a true cultivator.Ning long laughed softly and shook his head, lamenting his limited drawing skills while putting the brush and ink away.He hung the painting on the wall.Lu Shuangmai closed her clothes and got up, curling up to the front of the painting, admiring it for a while, smiling and saying, "You really know how to
That night, a gale blew all night on the peaks of the Rim of the Falls.In the sky, waves of greenish-gray clouds pushed off into the distance, and when I listened remotely from the temple, the wind sounded like a whimpering caveman, echoing mysteriously and distantly, the leaves of the trees shook chaotically, and the waves of the grass lowered, and then torrential rains flew down once again, and the heaven and earth were thrown out of balance by the winds and the rains.Shao Xiaoli gripped the wooden medal of the inner disciple of the Acacia Sect as if it were a precious treasure, she stood outside the main hall, sitting at the bottom of the steps shrouded by the eaves of the house, looking out at a dimly lit world from which endless rains fell, and the sweltering heat of the summer surrounded her, with the occasional raindrops blowing in, brushing her face with a refreshing coolness.A few hours ago, she had informed Ning Changcheng of her intentions, and Ning C
In mid-August, the cicadas are clamoring.At the top of the peak of the Ringing Cascade Mountain, wisps of clouds resembled a sword boat hanging on a blue curtain, pushing off into the distance.In the past few days, the torrential rain had washed over a few more rounds, and the dry heat continued, the pool cut out behind the Sovereign Hall was filled with water, and Lu Married bathed in it from time to time to alleviate the exhaustion of a whole day.The five immortal bodies were immaculate, and their skin mirrored the water, instead resembling immortal stamens that never withered.Shao Xiaoli also never slacked off, the gongfu she practiced was passed on to her by her master in the city of broken boundaries at the beginning, she did not yet know what the name of this gongfu was, but only felt that it was compatible with the Avatar.Ning long then meditated in front of the temple, his physical body nailed to the ground like a nail, while his spirit slo
Thousands of peaks towering, aura cold pool above the floating fog shadow, snow-white sword light is still like a small person, in which constantly jumping, light and shadow.The golden arrow was already on the bowstring.The bowstring is gradually tightened, the bow arm is bent under the force, and all the power is stored inside.The tip of the arrow was aimed at the figure of that Cold Mist Sword Pavilion's second gentleman.There is no particular reason for the delay in posting, it's just that the time is not right.He waited meditatively for what he thought would be the perfect time.The two were extremely far apart, and there were a thousand peaks as a screen, Liu Junzhuo did not feel the killing opportunity in the dark, she looked like bathing but quenching her body, the cold pool of water around her was boiled by her sword intent, and a large amount of white gas bubbled up, and water droplets rolled down her cheeks, like a dewy orchid that
In the sky, the torrential rain condensed from aura was once again declared.In a cloudy gray ruin, Liu Junzhuo's upright figure looked a bit stiff as if he was struck by lightning, his white clothes that were only torn because of the battle hung like wisps, the aura's current flowed over the slim and graceful muscle bundle, mixed with the reddish blood to soak through the black heavy skirt and flowed into the mud between the broken rocks.The smell of blood was blown away by the gusty wind, and only the cold sword intent remained in the air.The Silver Sword stopped at Ning's side for a long time.Like a silver finch returning to its branch.Ning long finished with a light smile and calmly looked over at Liu Junzhuo."How how?"Summer wind obviously contains a dry heat, at the moment but gives a person an unspeakable cold, breeze, Liu Junzhuo's heart seems to have something shaken, the sword generally straight body also shook slightly.
Ryuhywan left that alley a few days ago.The day her second senior sister left was a sunny day, and soon afterward a torrential rain fell, an ominous torrential rain, she watched the rain and hastily practiced her gongfu for a while, and more often than not, she was distracted.The Silver Sword given to her second elder sister was always tugging at her heart.She had a selfish reason for giving this sword to her second senior sister.For one thing, she wanted her senior sister to have a good sword that would give her a greater chance of winning against a strong enemy.Secondly, she hoped that it would give her an extra chance to win when she faced Ning Nagisa and not be killed by her senior sister.She didn't really know what realm Ning Nagisa was in nowadays, she just felt that even if he had a heavenly chance, he should still follow the laws of cultivation, and never to the point of being able to be stronger than her senior sister.But aft
The night breeze on the cliffs is cool.Ning long quietly gathered his sleeves, his pupils not seeing a trace of golden light, black and white, as clear as the stars in the sky that had been silent for millions of years.Liu Junzhuo listening to his answer, sandalwood mouth gently open, but do not know how to say, black cloak lapel edge, her slender white fingers tightly curved pressure. When the breeze passes by, the woman's eyelashes, hair, cloak and body all seem to be trembling slightly.Ryu Xiwan froze for a moment as well."It's you? What is it? Which Pillsbury are you? The Cultivating Serpent? Nine Babies? It can't be the sun that was shot to death, right?" Liu Xi Wan's brain is still a little not turned around.Ning took a long, deep breath and looked helplessly at Liu Xiwan, fist pumping.Liu Xi Wan then reacted, "You you are Yi?"Ning longingly didn't really want to care about her as he looked at Liu Junzhuo and said, "Why would Mi