Grasping Evil

The Chiyue Jianpai is located in the lower realm of the rainy world - the Chi State, the first sword of the Red Country.

Ning Fan stands under the Chiyue Mountain, and next to him is a stupid little paper crane. He enjoys the scenery along the way and feels happy.

After the appearance of the wood sea bream became a paper crane, the character also changed a little, and eventually it was almost the same as the paper crane.

Ning Fan, no matter whether this dream is true or not, there is no one in the paper crane.

He took up the body of Zhou Chen, and he was also a 16-year-old Zhou Chen.

The third layer of the pulse is really weak.

In the dream, Ning Fan did not inherit any of the cultivating and refining realm of the deity, but the artistic power is still there.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and a piece of black snow flakes in his palm.

Every piece of snowflake is an artistic force. His artistic conception is in the form of seven plums.

There are memories of the artistic conception in the body, even though Ning Fan is only the third layer of the pilgrimage, but the red country of the lower-level revision country can be invincible.

The lower level comprehension country, the strongest is Jin Dan, but Ning Fan, raising the hand can recall the ice and snow and ice!

In addition, he still has the meaning of a sword and can also hurt the enemy.

"With me, there is no one to hurt the paper crane. It is only as far as I know that there are no red countries in the eight hundred countries of the rainy world. It seems to have been slaughtered for thousands of years ago..."

"Zhou Chen's first form of sorrowful sword, named after ten years of life and death, so that this dream will flow through ten years..."

"If you want to break this sword and leave the dream, you must make me ten years without any sorrow. This dream, the biggest sorrow, is naturally the death of Muhai, leaving countless pains to Zhou Chen. I just need Protecting the paper crane for ten years, making it unscathed, ten years without sorrow, this dream can be broken!"

After a long time, Ning Fan took his mind and led Muhai to climb the mountain.

Chiyue Mountain is very high. There are tens of thousands of people, and it is a dangerous peak, all over the tiger leopard. In the eyes of mortals, the Red Moon Mountain is a peerless mountain and cannot be climbed.

Muhai is just a mortal woman, qi and weakness, half a day. Only after climbing a thousand feet, it is already panting.

Ning Fan looked back and saw the Muhai fragrant sweat, and picked it up.

The wooden sea otter looks beautiful and squats on the back of Ning Fan, suddenly revealing the expression of the big dream.

"Where, my brother. I dreamed of you again!" Very good, the existence of this wooden sea otter was completely erased, and the dream of the dream completely replaced the wooden sea otter with a paper crane.

"Wake up?" Ning Fan's tone became gentle, but his eyes were dignified.

Dream, it really is very mysterious, unpredictable. You think everything is true in your dreams, but when you wake up, everything goes empty. It’s just a mirror of water and moon.

However, if the dreams are illusory, the paper cranes can always meet Ning Fan’s dreams again and again.

It is true and false to live and die in a dream. It is really difficult to tell.

But Ning Fan is more and more convinced that even in his dreams, he has to guard the paper crane, and she must not be hurt in her dreams.

"Where is my brother. I miss you..."

"I know, you take a break and I will take you to a place."

Ning Fan has a thousand words, but he can only smile. He has been rushing all his life and killing people. He is also eager to return to Vietnam. It’s just that he has too many things to complete and can’t go back.

Between the mountain roads, only the words of the paper cranes are mentioned, and Ning Fan listens. Occasionally, the fierce beasts came out from the mountains and stopped on the mountain road. Ning Fan often had a fierce look and could scare the birds and beasts.

His arrogance is still there.

After half a day, I arrived at the foothills, it was half a night, and the stars were thin.

The magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, with a sizzling light, floats in the mountains and clouds, like a fairyland.

Between the clouds and fog, one by one young men and women with swords and swords, all of them are sword repairs. This Chiyue Jianpai is worthy of being the first sword of the Chi State.

Such a wonderful night scene, the paper crane has no heart to watch, has been sleepy and sleepy.

"There is a stop!"

Suddenly, six Shoushan disciples stopped in front of Ning Fan and blocked the road ahead. Everyone had a pilgrimage of more than 7 layers. Everyone had a sword and was incomparable.

His eyes drifted over Ning Fan, and the latter was only three layers of diarrhea, all of which were disdainful.

Then squatting to the paper crane, when you see the beautiful face of the paper crane, you are all stunned, and your eyes flashed through the stunning colors.

Beautiful woman!

"Who is the defender of the mountain, Yu Wei, who are you! Why do you bring a girl to swear at my Chiyue sword pie!"

Among the six disciples of the mountain, one of the first ones made a sound. He had eight layers of cultivation, and the momentum was slightly spread. He went to Ningfan and went with a shock.

"I am, Zhou Chen!"

Ning Fan casually sleeves, the sleeves in the breeze, shocking the momentum of the prestige, the look is still no wave.

However, the six Shoushan disciples, but the strength of the shock of Ning Fan's sleeves, shocked the blood and regressed, his eyes shocked!

Even in the dream, Ning Fan will not be shocked by the juniors, and he is really dissatisfied with the eyes of the six people watching the paper cranes, and slightly disciplinary punishment.

hiss!

All the guardian disciples, including Yu Wei, are sucking in a cold air.

In front of the cloud, the young sword of the negative sword is actually Zhou Chen! And this week, but the repair of the 3rd floor of the district, but it can block the momentum of the 8th layer of the pulse, and raise the hand to hurt six deacons, the means is amazing!

"It turned out to be Zhou Chen's brother, disrespectful, disrespectful... The head has already ordered, accepting Zhou Chen's brother as a disciple, and sending a disciple to the Chiyue Sword. If the brothers come to the Zongmen, they can go directly to Jianyan Pavilion and retreat to Jianjian for ten years... After the year, if the brothers have more than one hundred swords than the top ten, they can freely leave the sect, and no one can intervene."

Yu Wei and others looked at Ning Fan's gaze, faintly fearful, not only fearing the identity of Ning Fan, but also fearing the terrorist strength of Ning Fan raising his hand and hurting people.

No one dared to look at the paper cranes any more, for fear of angering Ning Fan. No matter where you go, always strength is respectful.

"The next is not an example."

Ning Fan left a warning, carrying a paper crane and entering the mountain gate.

All the way to the disciples, has been commanded by Yu Wei, respectfully for Ning Fan to lead the way, left and right, and finally arrived at a very agile pavilion, is Jianyan Pavilion.

There are 12 servants in the pavilion, each of whom has more than 5 layers of pedigrees. They can all be regarded as elite disciples in the door, but they are sent to serve Ning Fan.

The so-called master of the head, did not show up from beginning to end, and received Zhou Chen into the mountain gate, there is no sect assessment.

From the boyhood, Zhou Chen was a sword-cultivating genius. He was seen by the head of Chiyue. He was in the mountain village and passed the assessment. Therefore, there is no need for any assessment after the admission.

"I have seen Mr. Zhou Chen's brother! The head has been counted to the brothers this night, so that the brothers will rest early. Tomorrow will personally come to Jianyan Pavilion, for the brothers to pass on!" 12 servants on the face respectful, deep in the eyes But there is disdain.

"Got it."

"This woman can't enter Jianyan Pavilion! Jianyan Pavilion is the loft where the ancestors of the founding ancestors stayed. If there is no order for the ancestors, no one outside can enter!" Several servants looked at the paper cranes, showing contempt and overbearing blocking. .

"She is my wife. I took her into the Jianyan Pavilion. There is nothing wrong with it. The person I am repairing is a sentimental sword. The Master will understand. If you are blocking me, die!"

Ning Fan said nothing. A staggering sigh of distraction shook the servants of the servants, and they dared not to have disobedience and dissent.

They can't understand why there is a three-layer junior in the district, and there will be such a terrible suffocation!

Zhou Chen’s young man is fascinated, but he has all the scenery, but all the scenery. After ten years, it will turn into a sorrow.

The paper crane sleeps peacefully, and Ning Fan sits on the bed, guards his side, and meditates cross-legged.

His eyes swept from the Jianyan Pavilion from time to time, and he felt a trace of ruin from the Jianyan Pavilion.

That sword meaning is that the ancestors of the Chiyue Sword School stayed in the cabinet and did not condense success. Can only be considered a semi-finished sword.

It is rumored that the ancestors of the Chiyue ancestors, only Yuan Ying repair, can touch the edge of the sword, it is rare, not completely condensed swordsmanship success, not surprising.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and realized this silky sword. The sword is like a smoke, so that the sword is like a smoke, so that the smoke is like a sword...

Lift your fingers lightly. A glimpse of the sword light, slowly rising from the fingertips.

One night, Ning Fan was comprehending this sword meaning, and gradually gained income.

This ethereal sword is quite similar to Zhou Chen’s sword.

Most of the Zhou Jian’s future swordsmanship is realized from this Jianyan.

Still need to wait for ten years in the dream, ten years without sorrow, it is a good choice to practice this sword.

Outside the door, suddenly a sneer sneered, interrupting Ning Fan Wu Jian.

"Zhou Chen, you are careful, leaving the village to worship, actually still carrying Muhai, although the old man failed to kill him in the mountain village, killing her tonight, the same is true, you will be able to break your love and ruin your future! ”

A negative kendo of black covering the face, suddenly sneaked into the Jianyan Pavilion, **** the spirit of the sword light, squatting toward the sleeping paper crane.

Ning Fan’s eyes sank, and his heart had speculations. Most of the Taoist and exposed people were the culprits who killed Zhou Chen’s love, which made Zhou Chen’s life sad.

He can kill the wife of Zhou Chen, but he wants to hurt the wife of Ning Fan.

"court death!"

Ning Fan explores, the void is caught, an unimaginable sword is turned into a silky silk, and the kendo will sweep, and it will instantly become a blood fog.

The Taoist man was glaring and horrified with incredulity.

He couldn't understand him until he died. Why is a junior who has a three-tiered pedigree, who can raise his hand to kill him?

He wants to ask for mercy, but in the hands of Ning Fan, he can't even ask for mercy, only death!

Death is not eye-catching!

Ning Fan's sleeves, the breeze in the sleeves, the **** fog after the death of the Taoist, leaving no trace.

With his cultivation, if anyone wants to kill a person, he can know.

This night, the deputy head of the Chiyue Swordsman was crushed, inexplicably dead, and a big mess. No one doubts that Ning Fan is doing it.

Ning Fan kills this person, Muhai will not die, so Ning Fan will not have ten years of sorrow, Zhou Chen's sad sword, can not hurt Ning Fan!

On the next day, the head of Chiyue came to Jianyan Pavilion, leaving Ning Fan a lot of medicinal herbs and exercises, and then hurried away, it seems to be going to trace the death of the deputy head.

That is the teacher of Zhou Chen, very good for Zhou Chen. His death is another sadness for Zhou Chen.

Within ten years, Ning Fan stayed at the Jianyan Pavilion and guarded the paper crane.

The medicinal herbs are responsive, and some swords are also well prepared.

Ning Fan has never systematically practiced swordsmanship. In the remnant dream of Zhou Chen, he began to work for a decade.

His breath has long been the late stage of the spirit, but the publicity is only 10 layers.

Within ten years, the paper crane sleeps more and wakes up less, and occasionally wakes up, it is also groggy, but there is no danger to her.

In the tenth year, the figure of the paper crane slowly drifted away and disappeared into the dream.

The memory that originally belonged to Zhou Chen was also won by Ning Fan in this decade.

Ning Fan protected the paper crane for ten years until the paper crane left the dream, no one could harm her. Ning Fan has no regrets, no sorrow, no injury to the Sword.

In the tenth year, I broke Zhou Chen’s most sad sword. Then you can defeat Zhou Chen.

According to Zhou Chen’s memory, he should be a teacher of Chiyue and Wu Jian for ten years. Ten years later, the sword was the first, and he was only able to get the amount of money and return to the mountain village.

However, when Zhou Chen returned to the village, he found that he loved to die for ten years. Until that moment. All the glory turned into dust, and all the feelings were broken. He went to the only remaining sea otter in the village, cut it into a wooden sword, and worked hard for a hundred years, just for revenge!

Ning Fan did not participate in Jianbi. Directly become a Jianguang, leave Chiyue and return to the mountain village.

The dreams of the whole body have a crash, which is a sign that the swordsmanship has been broken.

boom!

After ten years of dying dreams, when Ning Fan stepped into the mountain village, it crashed.

The mountain village is as usual ten years ago. Peace and joy, no slaughter, no sorrow.

Under the protection of Ning Fan, Muhaiyu did not die, no sorrow.

Without sorrow, the sad sword is not a sad sword. The first type, ten years of life and death, broken!

Ten years in a dream. In the outside world is just a blink of an eye.

During this decade, Ning Fan laid the foundation for repairing the sword, but it made up for some of the deficiencies of the kendo.

After receiving a sword from Zhou Chen, it has benefited a lot.

Breaking away the dream, Ning Fan in the realm suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes glimmer, shattering all the swords of Zhou Chen.

"You are the first sword. It is not valid for me!"

"What!" Outside the Lei Chene, three glimpses of the eyes of Ning Fan actually opened their eyes and broke the sword illusion, all of which changed their eyes, even the red clothes were slightly strange.

Even if it is a question of emptiness and even blame. Bewildered by Zhou Chen’s sword, he must be indulged in a dream, and he can’t extricate himself.

However, Ning Fan, however, broke the sword in the first form and woke up!

Zhou Chen’s eyes showed a tribute. He spent the rest of his life fighting with the sword. He was able to wake up in the first sword. He only met three people, Yun Tianjue, Jianjie Sword Emperor, Four Days, and Ning Fan was the fourth. people!

He really did not read the mistake, Ning Fan is a sword repair wizard, even on the Kendo talent, but above his Zhou Chen!

"The old man has a sword and is divided into four styles. Although you are awakened in the first style, but the four styles of swords, you have not finished defeating this! The first sorrow, ten years of life and death!"

At this moment, Zhou Chen, and Ning Fan’s fighting, have not sought victory or defeat, only to learn from each other.

Ning Fan nodded and gestured to Zhou Chen to make a full effort to fight against Zhou Chen. His kendo can also be mutually confirmed and greatly improved.

Zhou Chen Jianfeng turned, a thick sorrow, drowning Ning Fan.

"When the old man was 16 years old, he went to the Chiyue Swords and went to the sea, but he didn't know. After that, it was the Heaven and Man. She died in the hands of the gangsters. The old man did not know. When the old man knew that she was dead, Ten years later, the heavens and the people are forever... Ten years! The old man is looking forward to reuniting with her, looking forward to staying with her, looking forward to ten years! Waiting for it, but it is my life... She died! This sad sword first , contains the old man's life regret, can not make up, no one can tell, can not be forgotten, can not look back! This sword of sadness, can kill and sneak!"

laugh!

Like the sorrow of the tide, sweeping the Lei Chene. The three voyeurs saw this sword, and they were deeply feared.

Ning Fan is standing in the center of the sword, and he will not be moved. He will only be locked in the mind by the sword, and there will be no second time.

There was a burst of colic in my heart, and the swaying was the regret that I could not guard my love.

Ning Fan sighs, if his loved woman is dead, and he only knows it ten years later, there will be such a twist and pain, and bone remorse. Therefore, one of his life can not take a wrong step, and must not leave any regrets.

Therefore, he would rather bear the bad name of the world, but also have no regrets in this life!

"collapse!"

His heart was strong and he was not shaken by sorrow. He swallowed his mouth and swallowed all the sorrows of Zhou Chen’s ten years of life and death.

He recalled the understanding of the Jianyan sword in the ten years of the dream, like Zhou Chen's general movement, grabbing the wooden chair with one hand, the wood chips shattered and condensed into a wooden sword.

Weak sword, strong!

A sad sword that is withdrawn from Zhou Chen, condenses on top of the wooden sword!

"This sword ten years of life and death, I will!" Ning Fan's tone is plain, like a complaint of a casual thing, but it makes Zhou Chen's eyes shocked.

His strongest sword meaning was actually stolen by Ning Fan!

The three voyeurs are even more unbelievable. Ning Fan can break the first-style sword meaning of Zhou Chen. It is already incredible, and he can learn Zhou Jian Jianyi. How is this possible!

"Which level is this kendo genius, can you steal a three-year-old sword from a face-to-face!"

The three people exclaimed, they did not know, Ning Fan is not a sword to steal school, but after a decade of Wu Jian, from the residual dream along the Zhou Jian's sword trajectory. The Jianyan sword will be understood.

Then, like Zhou Chen, the sadness into the Jianyan, the first type of sad sword.

The red clothes were cold and slightly moving, and Ning Fan once again unexpectedly expected her.

Zhou Chen Jianfeng cross-cut, with the first sword meaning can not defeat Ning Fan, you need to use the second sword.

"The old man went to the Chiyue Swords. He was repaired to the 10th floor of the dynasty. He learned that he loved to die, knowing that the enemy is a stranger, rebelling against Chiyue, and suffering a hundred years. After a hundred years. Forming Jindan, Xue Tu Chiyue I have endured the pain of missing, and I have been sitting in Dongfu for a hundred years. If I sit on the meditation, I will be sad every day. Ten years of life and death can be sneaked into emptiness, and I am lonely for a hundred years.

Ning Fan suddenly looked up, black hair danced, wooden sword also imitated the sword of Zhou Chen, on the basis of ten years of life and death, continued for a hundred years of loneliness.

Ning Fan is also lonely, his loneliness is not alone in mourning loneliness, but in the loneliness of the true blood sea.

His loneliness is different from that of Zhou Chen, but Zhou Chen’s sorrow. He can appreciate it.

Standing in the sword, Ning Fan is unscathed, but his eyes are getting deeper and deeper.

"The third type, the intertwined! The fourth type, drifting for a hundred years! The old man destroys Chiyue, and from the hand of the martyr, he gets a trace of the soul of the sea otter, and cuts the scorpion tree of the village head. It is cut into a wooden sword, and she is a trace of the soul. Enclosed in the sword, accompanied by day and day. She became my sword! Wandering in a million years. Only she is accompanied by a sword, accompanied by my life and death, although the sadness does not give up! The sword is in me, the sword is dead and I am dead!"

"The old man can't break through the rush, because the mood can't be further improved, it's not impossible, but I don't want it... The old man's sorrow, even the old man himself will indulge in it, just abandon all sorrow, forget all the past with her, the old man can Going into the rush, but I don't want it!"

"If the price of breaking through the repair is to forget her, I would rather give up the repair!"

Zhou Chen’s eyes are sad, and his qualifications are excellent. If he is not willing to forget Muhai, he will be a broken master at this moment.

But he can't bear it... he can't put it down...

A heavy wave of sorrow did not give Ning Fan any breathing, and then drowned it again.

Zhou Chen’s sadness has been pushed to the extreme. He is sad, has his memories, and has his way.

More and more sorrows have not entered the heart of Ning Fan, and Ning Fan’s heart has become more and more firm.

From the beginning, he did not mourn for Zhou Chen, and now, it will not.

In his memory of his mood, he spoke of Zhou Chen’s memories. Everyone of Zhou Chen’s sadness, he knew it clearly.

Ten years of life and death, people are sneaky, lonely for a hundred years, so the grave is cold. Intertwined, tearing the liver and intestines. Wandering for a thousand years.

Ning Fan closes his eyes, as if he is like Zhou Chen. After losing his love, he experienced a thousand years of sorrow and a trace of memory along Zhou Chen’s memory, but he realized his sword.

The four styles of sorrowful swords, Ning Fan one by one, realize that he seems to have tears in his eyes, like the infection of Zhou Zhouchen, once the tears fall, then the heart is sad, then Wan Jian wears the heart.

He opened his eyes, recalled the mood and added himself, and gradually became sad and unhappy. All the sorrows that pierced the heart were swallowed up by the memories.

Ning Fan spread his palm, a trace of black snow, is slowly condensing into a black sword, sparkling with a strange boulevard.

This black sword is condensed by the memory of the memory of Zhou Chen.

His memory of the mood, from Dacheng, to the perfection!

Ning Fan swallowed the sword of Zhou Chen, but condensed his own sword of artistic conception.

"Ten years of life and death, a hundred years of loneliness, a thousand years of intertwined, wandering, all the sad memories, not unstoppable! I learned from your memories, a sword, this is ... 斩 道 剑 !! Maybe help You break through the realm of rushing. If you can't give up her memory, then sweep away the sorrow in your heart, just remember the past that she is happy with, and can also rush. Oh!"

Ning Fan raised his hand, the black little sword leaped and flew up, and a sword opened all the sadness.

Zhou Chen only noticed the pain of the sea, all the sad memories, but all of them were lost in this strange little sword.

Boom!

He fell to the ground and his eyes were shocked.

What is shocking is that Ning Fan uses his four models of sorrowful swords to condense a sword, and this sword can be remembered!

All the sad forces of Zhou Chen are from the painful memories of the past. If the memories are taken away, then the sorrow will not be saved.

"You, defeated!"

Ning Fan's gaze swept past Zhou Chen, raised his hand to recover the black sword, and swallowed his mouth.

Today, I received a sword from Zhou Chen, and with the sorrow of Zhou Chen’s eternal years, the memory of the memory was complete, and the sword was reminiscent of the sword. It is definitely a rare harvest!

This sword is in the hand, Ning Fan looks at it carefully and finds that this sword has two abilities.

One can erase the memory of others, and the other can destroy the artistic conception of others.

If there are people like Zhou Chen, with the artistic conception and Ning Fan confrontation, Ning Fan can rely on the singer to remember the sword, a sword defeated!

"That little black sword, what kind of sword is it, can actually attack all the swords of the three elders with one sword!"

"I can't see through, can't see through! This sword is too mysterious, non-old husband can understand!"

"The old man seems to have seen similar rumors of this sword from a certain ancient book... This sword seems to be... seems to be... what is coming..."

The three voyeurs were shocked by the power of the black sword and chattered.

Only red, **** flashes over the shocking color, soft palm grips,

"This is the intention of the Taoist soldiers, the ancient records, only the masters who master the second step of the artistic conception, but when the artistic conception is completed, the power of the artistic conception is the soldier of the avenue, and there is great power."

"What, what! This black sword is a Taoist soldier! This is to say that this week, Zhou Ming has realized the artistic conception, and is the second step of the virtual world. When it is in the process of turning the gods, it will cultivate the artistic conception to a perfect state!"

"The second step of artistic conception! And no matter what the second step of the artistic conception of this child is, there are few people in the nine circles who understand the second step of artistic conception. Even in the four days of fairyland, people who can understand the second step of artistic conception Most are true immortals!"

"The artistic conception is complete! Generally speaking, only the tyrannical eccentricity can be repaired to the perfection of the artistic conception. The virtual character will be fully realized. This is not yet smelt, the artistic conception has been completed, and the future cannot be limited!"

The three voyeuristic eyes reveal a deep and shocking color.

Zhou Chen half squatted to the ground, and his sorrow gradually faded away, revealing a trace of defeat.

"Little friends not only take the old man's sword, but also backhand a sword, breaking the old man's artistic conception, single-minded artistic conception, the old man lost to the small friend... later the old husband will take 40 strains of 100,000 years of elixir, handed over to Xiaoyou. Please wait for a moment, the old man will take a break from his arms and thank the young lady."

"No need, go to take medicine!" Red clothes are cold, eyes are not happy, intolerance.

She did not say that it was Zhou Chen’s own words.

"Oh..." Zhou Chen’s old eyes were awkward.

In the red dress of the year, if someone violated his order, he would kill it, and his arm would be light.

It’s amazing that today’s red clothes are also sympathetic.

"Master character...some changes!" Zhou Chen was worried, but wishing that the character of the red dress changed was a good side.

Looking at Ning Fan again, Zhou Chen deeply sighed.

Ning Fan swallowed his sorrow and condensed the black swordsman, which really made Zhou Chen shocked.

"This child has the value that the owner is willing to recruit, and is qualified for 100,000 years of elixir! In the future, it will be a powerful aid for the host's revenge!"

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