Limitless Sword God

Hey! ! ! ! !

A sinister fell.

Su Yun is busy absorbing it, and the essence of the evil spirits is plunged into the body. The unprecedented sense of comfort immediately instills the whole body.

Cool!

Su Yunqi vomited and felt that every pore in his body had risen. It is no wonder that evil people would like to **** the evil spirits. This thing is like medicine, and it is addictive.

Su Yun closed his mind and moved on.

I believe I will be able to leave here soon.

"correct!"

What he suddenly thought of, hurriedly pulled out a ring from the thin belt around his waist.

This is the ring that was taken from the elder sword of the evil sword that was turned into a statue.

The owner is dead, the seal on the ring has long since disappeared, and it is not difficult to open the ring.

Su Yun squatted around and saw that there was no danger. He sat down on the knees and instilled the spirit of the spirit in the ring.

Oh.

The ring opened and the things inside immediately reflected into Su Yun’s line of sight.

"The elders' storage ring is a good thing, this is a big treasure, Su Yun, you make a big hair." In the sword, there was a voice that Ling Qingyu was so soft.

Su Yun laughed twice and began to flip things inside.

"Two evil swords, twelve bottles of medicinal herbs, one gold wire, some materials? What is this?"

Su Yun’s gaze reflected a red book.

He hurriedly took the book out and flipped it.

However, there is no name in this book, but there are some swordsmanships in it, which seem to be deliberately filled in, such as a notebook.

"Is it the note that the elder did when he practiced swordsmanship?"

Su Yun is full of fog and carefully read it.

At first, people still looked at the clouds and fog, completely ignorant of the description above, but with the deepening of the depths, Su Yun gradually had some signs.

His look became dignified, and his eyes seemed to stick to his head, motionless.

"what is this?"

Ling Qingyu took out the sword, and the light and soft figure fell to the side of Su Yun, leaning down the exquisite head, and the jewel-like scorpion looked at the book.

The intoxicating fragrance of the stocks fell into the nose of Su Yun, and Su Yun returned to God.

He closed the book and his face was a bit condensed.

"Evil swordsmanship."

Su Yun whispered.

"Evil swordsmanship?" Ling Qingyu squatted for a while: "These things like notes are evil swordsmanship? This should not be possible? The elders of the evil swordsmen should be well aware of the evil swordsmanship. Why do they still have to take notes? The master can only look at it for anything, never forget it, why write it on paper?"

"You are doing a good job. However, for some exercises, it is more secure to record than to use a brain. For example, if some cultivation is not appropriate, it will have extremely serious consequences. It is more appropriate to write such things. Black and white, can't be wrong."

"The serious consequences of the exercises? What do you mean?"

"This evil sword technique is not the kind of evil sword technique I have learned. It is obviously a modified evil sword technique. However, it is more violent and fierce than the evil sword technique I have learned, and it is more risky to cultivate!"

He reopened the book, flipped a few pages, and pointed at a picture above.

Ling Qingyu saw it, the little face brushed it, it was incredibly white: "Run the evil spirits through the heart, the Lingtai, the Tiangai, the Giant Palace and other key points and death points? This is simply looking for death! Is this really a sword??"

"It’s a sword!"

Su Yun nodded seriously: "The evil spirits are unusually enchanting and enchanting. Through the heart, the heart may stop beating, causing people to die. Through Lingtai may be occupied by thinking, become an idiot, through Tiangai, Ju Gong, San Once the dead points such as celestial encounters, they will die, but everything will be acquainted with each other. Sometimes it seems to be dead. Maybe it will be alive. Have you heard it with poison? If you let the evil spirits pass through these places, you are naturally looking for death. However, if you control a few strands of breath and infuse these 'dead' in a moment, you may achieve unexpected effects. Perhaps, the power will be stronger than ordinary evil swordsmanship!"

"But it is too risky. If you are not careful, you will die in the evil world. I have been there, but I am not familiar with it. I really didn't think that this evil spirit is so vicious."

"Actually speaking, the evil sword gate is still a relatively good evil power. Other evil powers have all heard that the living evil people have created evil weapons to cultivate evil spirits. They have completely eliminated humanity! This sword method, perhaps the evil sword door It is not tolerated, but for the whole evil world, there is nothing wrong with it."

Su Yun has also been in the evil world for some years, and he has seen and heard a lot.

"Then you are going to cultivate this evil sword technique? This seems to be more advanced than the evil sword technique you are practicing. You already have the foundation of evil swordsmanship. It should not be too difficult to repair this. It is some risk. I don't recommend it. You cultivate." Ling Qingyu's delicate little face hung a little worried.

Su Yun smiled and said: "There is no risk, the risk is very big, don't practice for the time being, let's keep it, let's talk later!"

Su Yun threw the book into the ring, and took the gold wire, and touched the material on the top.

"This seems to be a fire gold armor made with a special gold wire, and the defense is extremely high."

He whispered, hurriedly put it on his body and covered it with a cloak.

almost.

Su Yun sighed, it is time to leave the evil sword door, or find other virtual source exports, or find materials, use Ling Qingyu's method to leave here.

People go to the entrance of the secret palace

In the ethereal sword field, a white girl like a snow is trying to wave her sword in her hand, remembering the smashing shadows, like a dreamy sword swinging around the sword field, she is like a carved person, sometimes soft and stretch And sometimes vigorous and powerful, the sword fell in her hands, just like alive.

嗖嗖嗖

Suddenly, his sword flies into the sky, hovering in the sky for a few laps, and then falling fine.

The Huanghuang Excalibur stunned the sword, like a silver dragon falling from above nine days, falling straight below.

Boom!

When the silver dragon landed, it would lead the gods and thunders in the sky. It was like a pillar of thunder that was cast into a thunder.

The disciples near the sword field are watching dementia.

The white scorpion fan refers to a move, and the landing sword is flying by itself, hovering around.

"The technique of the sword that was created by this head is really powerful. I am afraid that the Promise Sword can not compare with our sects!"

"The white sister is very powerful, so this short effort has made this move so skillful!"

"If you encounter the Promise Swordsman again next time, you must let him taste the power of our swordsmen!"

"Yes, to avenge the elders of Shen, a shame!"

The disciples in the neighborhood talked about each other and talked with each other. Some people were even more excited, and the blood of this sword skill was boiling.

The white scorpion fan gently sipped the aroma, and the sword was about to leave. But at this time, her sight caught a touch of shadow.

Floating in the air in front of a building like a fairy palace, a lonely figure stands gently.

The white scorpion fan looked at the figure, the light flashed, and the thoughts were low, and the sword was hollowed out. The jade step was light, and the man was like a feather, falling on the sword and flying to the fairy palace.

Hey!

The sword fell to the ground, and the white dragonfly fan jumped into the platform. However, the lonely figure still looked at the horizon, and there was no god, and it seemed to be thinking about something.

The beauty of Long Xianli has spread throughout the entire area of ​​the ruling area. Her beauty is like the goddess of the Heavenly Palace. It is unattainable and unstoppable. Almost everyone who has seen her face is conquered by her appearance and is tempered. I am impressed, and my dreams are unforgettable.

But at this moment, the beauty of this beauty has covered a layer of pale morbidity, although it gives people a different feeling, but it lacks the original brilliance.

"Dragon elders."

The white fan sighed.

"Ok?"

Long Xianli only returned to God, twisting the white neck and looking at the girl who did not know when to stand behind him.

"It's you." Long Xianli licked the pink lips, but did not say anything.

She doesn't like to laugh. Anyone who knows her knows that especially after the group, she almost has no other expressions. Her face is like an iceberg. She never moves, but everyone can see that she has something to worry about.

"Elder, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing."

Long Xianli turned the scorpion and gently opened it.

"Since the unparalleled peaks have passed, it has been two years. In the past two years, you have been staying here, not accepting the task of the martial art, and no longer guiding the disciples to practice, even the teaching methods taught by the head. You don't go to school, you don't even have any action even if you vow to hold on."

Speaking of this, the body of Long Xianli was not trembled, and the pale face became paler.

The white fan has sharply captured her change, and it seems to understand what is faint.

She indulged for a moment and asked: "Dragon elders, do you know about the Promise?"

"What do you ask for this?" The sound of Long Xianli is getting lighter.

"He is the murderer who killed my master. Can I know nothing about him?"

"I don't know him."

"Is the Dragon Elder not quite in contact with him?"

“It’s not always easy to get in touch.”

"Also." Bai Yufan nodded. "The Promise is Su Yun, a foreigner of Su's family. When I talked about it, I still have some links with him. Su Yun was amazing when he was a child. He was young and young. A few levels higher, no one in the entire continuation area can overshadow him. At that time, he was in the limelight, and his father saw the talents, and he started the idea of ​​marriage, and he intended to match me."

"Do you agree?"

"I am a double-skilled partner with a white fan. I want to be a peerless master, a peerless genius. I don't object to this matter."

"But I heard that you broke the marriage contract with him?" Long Xianli side half of the beautiful face, asked.

"Yeah!" Bai Yanfan nodded. "I personally went to dismiss it."

"Why?"

"He became a waste man, how can I accept it?"

"Oh, is this just the case? If so, I will look down on you." Long Xianli's eyes passed a trace of disgust.

"I have no feelings for him. I am willing to marry him only because he can be a strong man, but he can't, why should I marry him?"

"But he is now a strong man! He is so troublesome, the peak of the blood, the soul of the blood, killing Shen Hong, robbing the treasure door to the treasure! Which is not earth-shattering? I am afraid that the ordinary strong people do not have such courage?" Long Xianli cold road: "His current cultivation is an achievement, you can not catch up, then you regret regretting his marriage contract?"

"Repent?" The white fan hesitated for a moment, but did not answer this question.

Long Xianli seems to have an answer. Without going deep into this issue, she will look away from the distance and look at the distance. She whispered: "Is it cheated by him? Ming Ming is a high-powered, talented person, it is the wind." The Promise, but pretend to pretend to be a waste Su Yun, oh, he, this person likes to deceive people, and it is just like the real thing, but he is deceptive, but it is so boring, this bastard, Why are you no longer realistic? At least, I really shouldn’t believe the truth, how good,”

As he spoke, the sound of Long Xianli was a little trembling.

"Elder, are you very concerned about Su Yun?"

"No!" Almost at the moment when the white fan asked this question, Long Xianli suddenly turned back and shouted loudly.

The white scorpion fan was slightly white, and looked at the dragon fairy glass with surprise. I probably didn't think that the reaction of Long Xianli would be so big.

As if that sentence, like a needle, tied in her heart.

Long Xianli realized that she was out of control. She vomited. For a long time, the talent shook his head and said: "Sorry, I am stunned. I am going to go back. I want to be quiet."

The white scorpion fan nodded, vomiting turbidity, made a glimpse of the dragon fairy glass, and then turned and stepped on the sword.

The eyes of Long Xianli gently looked into the distance, and some tears swirled around the day.