Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"it is good!"

After the popular ceremony, the white waves sitting in the middle took the lead and the other people applauded.

I have to say that the wind knife that is popular in the wind is really exquisite, has a feeling of bright eyes, and has a lot of feelings.

Then there were a few people who talked about the knife skills they had learned between the cups. Although they were as fascinating as they were, they were unique and bright.

In the knife-making, no one spoke ironically, but instead put forward his own opinions and make up the other's knife.

During the conversation, you can hear the sound of a crisp knife, and it sounds like a piano in the surrounding area. The knives are overflowing and boasting, and the knives of Ling Xiao are filled with the entire platform.

A group of people are young leaders, young talents, talking and laughing, arrogant, unrestrained, their own knife will be filled out, will cause such a wonder.

The sound of non-stop knives, as if there were people, played against each other in the void, and evolved the knives that the knives talked about.

Eighteen high-rise stone pillars, carved ancient swordsmen, seem to be listening to the ears, vivid eyes, like living.

At the back time, a number of people came again and again. Among them, there were two unfortunate characters who also realized the soul of the soul.

The two were Lin Yan and Du Gu, respectively, but they were disciples of the Flame Knife King and the Thunderbolt King. They were quite famous.

The Flame Knife King and the Thunderbolt King are both kings and kings. There are also swordsmen in the name, but because of the existence of Xiao Xiaotian, they dare not call themselves directly with the word Knife.

In the world, the daring of the knife king, it is Xiao Xiaotian, unique, only one person, the strongest knife.

At the invitation of Bai Lang, the two began to talk about the knife, and they also talked generously about their own knife.

It can be clearly felt that the two men understand each other's knives and are better than the popular ones. At the time of the knife, even with the appearance of the Thunder flame, the thick knife, filled out, will be the other young Junjie's knife, most of the pressure.

Let people know, secretly admire.

After the two men finished speaking, everyone clap at the same time, applause meets, the air is scattered, the formation of a passionate tune, reverberating, for a long time.

Passed to the periphery of Tianding Square, many of the swordsmen who came from all over the world couldn't help but look up and have a good yearning for their hearts.

"Small city owners, the people present at the scene have talked about it again, you can also talk about it. Under the knife king, it must be famous, let me open my eyes." Someone suggested with a smile.

Bailang smiled lightly, put down the teacup, and behave elegantly. He whispered: "You can't talk about what you can't open your eyes. Bai is like everyone else, and only talks about some of his own experiences."

Listening to the white waves is about to talk about the law, everyone suddenly, sinking their hearts, ready to listen carefully. The reputation of Knife King is extremely loud, and the white waves come from the other side of the door. There must be something extraordinary.

Xiao Chen put down the teacup and listened to it, half-day observation. It has already been clear that this person’s heart is higher than the sky, but it is not a flashy person. When you talk about the law, there will be many reasons to flow out.

"The practice of Bai’s cultivation is called Xuanhe Langtao, and the essence is on a wave. The old saying goes that the big waves are soaring, it can break the sky, this is the ultimate expression of the power of the waves, and even the sky can be broken. The world practices this The knife-like method is also aimed at this."

"I have been to the Chaos Devil Sea in the north, sitting on the tides and rising tides. I haven't moved for three years. I have seen the biggest wave. When I am surging, I feel shocked and immortal. It seems like a world is in front of you. Nothing can withstand this power."

Sitting on the view of the tide, three years without moving, everyone heard the words, could not help but secretly surprised, the white horse's patience, really admirable.

The sound of Bailang’s voice is not limited. Continue to talk about it. The sound of the rumble of the waves is ringing behind him. He has been observing all kinds of waves and wonders in the past three years. As he snarls, he is actually derived from the real scene, and people feel a raging and vast meaning.

The law is spoken, and people are stunned. After a stormy wave, Bailang whispered: "But I have to sit for three years to know that the waves are big, and they only flow on the surface, not in fact."

"If you talk about the power of the waves, the Xuanhe River in the Xiandao era, a drop of Xuan Shui, will weigh up to 10,000 pounds, and a wave can shake the mountains, but this is not the essence of the waves."

He spoke aloud, all kinds of wonders behind him, all kinds of magnificent waves, all disappeared and disappeared.

Everyone listened to the fascination, the heart swayed, no one heard, waiting for the white wave below.

"The essence of the wave is really unrestrained, free and unconstrained. The closest thing between heaven and earth is water. As long as there is a low stagnation, the water will rejoin. Why is there a wave? It is because of freedom, these Water is different and you don't want to be bound. You only have to understand them..."

The white waves shouted, and the illusion of stopping behind, once again appeared in a more intense way, the sound of rumble. Spread all over the world, the entire Tianding Square, can be heard clearly, as if the waves are in your ear.

But when you go to the pursuit, it is like the wind, no trace can be found, no shadow can be chased, free and unrestrained, free as the wind.

There is also a boulevard among the avenues. It turns out that many people have a faint color on their faces.

Boom!

Eighteen stone pillars carved on the ancient knives, three of them, along with the sound of white waves. Bright white brilliance. At the top of the stone pillar, there is the shadow of the ancient knife king, sitting cross-legged, making the ear-ear listening, three vast swords, straight into the sky, shaking the clouds.

The knives of the white waves, even the remnants of the ancient saints left in the world, were alarmed, and the faces of the people were all moving.

When he finished the lecture, the ancient knives at the top of Shizhu were slowly scattered, and disappeared.

Hey!

The sound of the high-five, the endless stream, the people collectively got up, expressed their heartfelt admiration for the high talks about Bailang.

Bailang smiled a little and took the teacup: "The words of one family make you laugh."

"White brother is modest, even the ancient saints are moving, listening to the ears, I am waiting to laugh."

"Yeah, the white brother said this, I didn't dare to interject." After listening to it, Mao Zedong opened, and the world in front of him was suddenly open. There is still a boulevard in the so-called avenue. I think this is the case."

"This time the knife list will be re-established, and the white brother may decide that it is possible to attack the top ten and the history of the history."

Between the cups, everyone talked about the white waves and praised them.

Bai Lang took the lead and sat down and smiled. "This is really lifting me up. I asked myself that after ten years, these big masters will not be my opponents. But now I want to overcome them, hope, what is really hopeful, is My brother Wen Ziran, unfortunately he can't come."

"This is indeed a pity. Wen Ziran is the first person in my mysterious domain. It is just the first person who has been indecent. It is too difficult to see one side."

At this time, Jiang Chengzi glanced at Xiao Chen, who had never spoken. He smiled and said: "Wen Ziran did not come, but don't forget it. We still have a reputation here, but even the emperor dare to dare. Fight for the front."

The people reacted to this. It turned out that Xiao Chen was still here, not a reminder of Jiang Chengzi. It was almost forgotten.

"Xiao brother, let me also say a few words, the name of the white robe knife, is also spread all over the place, has heard." Some people encouraged.

Jiang Chengzi is not salty and not faint: "There are no more people with knives. What do you call others to say, huh, huh?

Xiao Chen glanced at Jiang Chengzi. This guy didn't know which one was wrong and always targeted him.

Putting the teacup in the hand gently, Xiao Chen calmly said: "I really want to say something about it. Recently, I have encountered some bottlenecks in the sentiment on the knife. You are all there, maybe you can help solve it. If you don't mind, Xiao. It’s not a bad idea to talk about it."

Everyone's gaze suddenly looked at the white waves, he did not speak, and Xiao Chen could not speak.

Bailang picked up the teacup and confronted Xiao Chen: "Since it is here, let me talk about it. So you used to be a knife."