Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Bai Lang’s tone of voice is as noble as before. He has great opinions on Xiao Chen’s knife who has “there is a watch”.

Xiao Chen smiled and didn't care, tea party, he was really infected by the atmosphere.

A group of swordsmen, using tea to talk about the road, abandoning the door to the first opinion, unreservedly explain their respective experiences, jointly explore and make progress together.

In other places, such a good condition can not be found, and it is impossible to make progress without any self-styledness. He knows a bit, why the younger generation of swordsmen will rush to this tea party.

According to the number of ceremonies, Xiao Chen returned a white cup of tea to Bai Lang, took a sip, and began to prepare to explain his own knives.

Xiao Chen’s reputation in these years is not small, but no one has seen him out of the knife. The remarks about his abandoning the identity of the knife have already spread.

Everyone saw that he was about to talk about the Fa, and he didn’t look too serious. He didn’t believe that a person who abandoned the identity of the knife could tell what was right and reasonable.

Jiang Chengzi is even more disdainful: "Small city master, the law speaks out, talks about the theory, let the three ancient swords Wang Xiansheng. You guys who have no knife, really don't come out and throw people away, add jokes."

Popularity can not see the past, Shen Sheng: "Jiangchengzi, do not break the rules of the tea party, this time you can not interrupt."

Seeing the white waves sitting in the middle, the face is unpleasant, Jiang Chengzi grin, not to say anything.

Xiao Chen sat casually. When no one spoke, he opened his mouth and said: "I have a law. I would like to talk to all the kings. There is no shortage of knives. I am a knife and a knife. I am moved by my heart. Can be a knife, clothes can be a knife, fist can be a knife, leg wind can also be a knife."

Jiang Chengzi heard this and couldn’t help but whispered: "Bragging!"

But the voice just fell, but see Xiao Chen look solemn, full of solemnity. The black wind has no wind and light dance, the clothes are agitated, the sly, the boundless sword, from Xiao Chen, the cockroach shot.

Between the black and the light dance, between the up and down, as if each hair has turned into a knife, bright and dazzling, the sword is unmatched. Hunting clothes, like a continuous knife, are constantly dancing.

In the twinkling of an eye, all of them, including the white waves, all put up the heart of the previous shackles, and the face showed a dignified color.

With the words and deeds, the sky was falling, and when it opened, it shocked people at the place.

"Before raising your hand, it is the sword that is squirting, bright and bright, and I am the most perfect flawless knife in the world."

Hey!

Xiao Chen continued to say non-stop, behind his body, a clear knife sounded, echoing between the heavens and the earth.

A bright knife light bloomed from his body and turned into a bright moon. It was hung above the sky and hanged.

"I am thinking of a knife, and my heart is thinking and thinking. It is a knife. In the eyes of it, it is the blade."

"What is no shortage, I am on the road, there is no one who has never come before the ancients, perfect, my knife, no one can. And the moon in the sky, the roundness is full, the cold is beautiful, between the palms, the night is hanging."

In the bright moon of the sky, Guanghua became more and more embarrassed, and everyone looked up and saw that when the night had come quietly, this moonlight had covered up all the light.

Bai Lang’s heart sank, and there was no one who had no one before, and he dared to say anything.

Boom!

Eighteen stone pillars carved with the ancient knives, one after the other, constantly flashing and blazing, the ancients sanctified, listening to the legendary scene of the lecture, appeared again.

It was different from the white waves. Half of Xiao Chen did not mention it, and he lit up nine ancient swordsmen. After the white waves were finished, only three stone pillars were lit, and Xiao Chen suddenly had nine roots, far exceeding each other.

The ancients were sacred, and the swordsmanship was rushing. The people of Tianding Square once again saw this amazing scene. They all opened their mouths without words. I don’t know what kind of celestial genius appeared in the tea party.

“There are no shortages in the four seasons, peach blossoms, summer rises, autumn winds, winter snow drifts...”

The spring thunder sounded, the peach blossoms of the ten miles bloomed, the flowers were everywhere, and the spring was full. The sun is hanging high, the earth is cracked, and the red is red. This is the hottest summer.

The autumn wind ruthlessly blows, and the wind sweeps the world. There is no beauty in the sky, and it is a snowy place.

Xiao Chen continued to talk, there is no shortage of knife, and as a knife, this is the foundation. How to combine the flawless way with the martial arts that you have learned, and truly deriving this knife, is a higher skill.

As he groaned, all kinds of visions kept flashing. The moon is rolling, the peach blossoms in the spring, the sun in the summer, the cold wind in the autumn, the heavy snow in the winter, and the extinction.

Eighteen stone pillars carved with the ancient knives, flashing one after another, a sound of the sound of the sound of the sky, with the morning of Xiao Chen's teachings, eighteen knives and stone pillars, all appear, so people are holy, the ears are listening to the wonders.

All the knives and heroes on the scene were all open-mouthed and full of faces, never expected. Xiao Chen’s realm in the knife is so inscrutable that the eighteen ancient swordsmen are all holy.

Jiang Chengzi, who had previously ridiculed his ridicule, looked very ugly on his pale face. He did not expect it at all, and there would be such a scene.

"Nothing, no shortage, my heart is higher than the sky, I want to create this perfect knife, but I also have confusion. Can the world be true and there is no shortage of things, there is no shortage of moons, but there are no shortages in the moon, no shortage of seasons. In the Arctic South, the half-year is very rare for half a year, and there are always two seasons missing."

"I am also confused. I am a knife, a knife, a knife in my hand, how to deal with it, where is the knife in my heart..."

Xiao Chen is very sincere, the first half talks about his own experience, and the second half talks about his own shortcomings and doubts.

A word, the source is endless, never interrupted, Xiao Chen in one go, after the end. I only feel so inexplicable, some doubts, it seems to be touched, and I see a glimmer of light.

The voice fell, and as he spoke, the various visions that appeared were disappeared.

Just in the crowd, I feel endless aftertaste. When I chew it, the ancient knives on the top of the stone pillars, but they are not as usual, slowly disappear, but they start to open their mouths.

"I have a law, I am willing to talk to all the kings, the name is to kill the knife, the knife is a murderer, and it is a murderer. It is a murder, killing all things, destroying everything, killing them..."

"I have a law, I am willing to talk to the kings, it is called the Tiantian Road, the heavens are hard to find, the sword is hard to find..."

"I have a law, I am willing to talk to the kings, called the death knife. Everything is born to wait for death, my generation of swordsmen, go against the sky, survive on death..."

"I have a law, I am willing to talk to the kings, called the Thunder knife, and Ray is the hand of heaven, it is the robbery of God..."

......

The vast sacred tones overlap, layer by layer, and between the heavens and the earth, the entire Tianding City is covered by the sound of time and space.

The ancients were sacred, and they spoke of the Fa, the land of the hundred miles, and the seven-color ceiling.

All the knives in Tianding City were all stunned. Under the cover of this kind of sacred voice, the sound of the soul was incessant. After the reaction, all of them sat down on their knees and began to carefully understand the knife in their hearts.

Above the high platform, the ancient sacred opening scene, everyone did not expect, but for a moment, these young people, the face changed greatly, quickly sitting cross-legged, said nothing, all are carefully aware.

The opening of the ancient holy, not the ancient holy lived, but the reason for Xiao Chen's reason coincidence. The scenes of these ancient sacred teachings, which spanned the distance of time, appeared in the present.

This is a rare opportunity. After losing it, it is impossible to find it again.

The experience of the ancient knives, how valuable, all of the eighteen ancient knives, all of them together to speak the Fa, these scenes, ancient and never, have never been.

But how much you can hear depends on your talent and understanding. The sounds of the eighteen ancient knives are overlapping, and it is not a simple matter to distinguish them.

In the main government of Tianding City, Bailang’s father was the strongest of the emperor’s level, watching the seven-colored smallpods that landed in the sky. There is also a resounding echo in the ear. This one step is the man of the Emperor Wu, and his face can't help but change.