With the beginning of hunting, the boy\'s flesh and blood blurred body gradually emerged a faint halo, which seemed to be the Tao meaning of sword Qi and spirit Qi, and gradually repaired the damage in his body.

A large amount of blood turns into blood stains and condenses on the skin. If you were someone else, it must be extremely ferocious and terrible.

However, the skin color was so white that it seemed to be the shadow left by the sun. A little blood color fainted on it and was as beautiful as plum blossom.

Knowing that it was blood, people felt shortness of breath. Knowing that the figure in the sword light was a deadly Shura, they couldn\'t help slowing down and were surprised by the bright light.

This is not sensational and self seeking, but the instinctive response of human beings to unimaginable beauty, so that there is a short blank in the brain. However, in the past, when thinking of running away, the sword has penetrated the chest.

What I saw before I died was only my own turbid blood rubbing the snow-white corners of the boy\'s clothes, but I couldn\'t cling to a drop.

Chu Huan\'s slender and handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly. The small world has mysterious power to isolate the whole world from the outside world. Even he can only come in an illusory incarnation and can\'t last.

This kind of coming consumes the mind and spirit extremely. There is no cultivation of the original body. Only his Tao, eternal, condenses with the meaning of Tao, and takes Chu Wuqing to appreciate the real killing sword, can he grow thousands of miles from now on.

The young man\'s wrist is thin. When he holds it in his hand, he can feel the temperature of his skin and the beating of his pulse. The young man\'s hair has been gently scratched on his chest.

There is an incomparable tacit understanding between the two.

Above the sky, Chu Yunshu is still fighting with Xiao Yan, but this fight is getting closer and closer to Zufeng under Chu Yunshu\'s deliberate.

Chu Yun\'s unconsciousness and consciousness are put out, and the whole scene of Zufeng has a panoramic view.

If a powerful person knows, he will be surprised that a perfect foundation and half step golden pill can insight into the minutiae of a mountain range ten miles away without being noticed by the people around him.

This ability is difficult for friars even if they have stepped into Yuanying\'s Avenue.

But at this glance, Chu Yunshu was shocked. The dark pupils showed a slight blood color, which was very different from the immortal.

He saw a virtual shadow above Zufeng and behind Chu Wuqing, the virtual shadow of Chu Huanzhi, the head of the Chu family!

How is this possible?

The power that interferes with the small world, even if the top Taoist power in the cultivation world can\'t destroy a penny, can\'t □□ suppress the cultivation into the world, how can Chu Huanzhi mobilize the virtual shadow to come.

And preach in phantom.

The most mysterious thing in the Chu family is not the common reclusive ancestor, but the real king of killing sword.

No, it\'s not preaching. If it\'s just preaching, how can it be so close, even between father and son.

This tacit understanding... Is more like

"Poof..." a mouthful of blood suddenly vomited out of Chu Yunshu\'s mouth. An invisible sword idea entered his body. The meridians were almost broken. This is a warning!

No wonder, no wonder, people all say that Chu Huan is the heaven in Anyang. Even without cultivation and spiritual power, it can hurt people only by Tao.

Chu Yunshu had to run away.

Chu Wuqing didn\'t know what had happened in this short breath. He just felt that Chu Huan\'s hand on his waist was not so heavy. His father\'s virtual shadow seemed to disappear gradually, and he gradually separated from that strange state.

"Qingqing", Chu Huanzhi\'s voice once again sounded in Chu Wuqing\'s ear. It was no longer clear before. It was like the echo of the valley, but it broke into Chu Wuqing\'s heart, occupied five senses and shocked Chu Wuqing\'s spirit.

"Look with your heart and with your sword."

Chu Wuqing is in a trance. He doesn\'t seem to understand. The world in front of him is becoming more and more blurred. Human shadow is no longer human shadow, and heaven and earth are no longer heaven and earth.

It seems that everything in the world is composed of Tao, but it is subdued by killing Kendo and surpasses all the Tao.

Shock!

This is the way of killing sword and the way of Chu Huan.

It will also be his way of Chu Wuqing!

Chu Wuqing\'s sword moves more and more slowly, but the sword Qi is more and more fierce. Every time he sweeps out, he is an irresistible and magnificent force.

"Qingqing," Chu Huan\'s wide sleeves flew over, as if to wrap the whole young man, and his vague voice was suddenly clear, "do you understand?"

As soon as the voice fell, Chu Wuqing felt a light waist, the fuzzy world suddenly restored, and the powerful force pulled through by the mysterious force completely disappeared.

Chu Huanzhi\'s □ □ has left.

Do you understand?

The road is only difficult. It can be fully understood by a natural experience, but it really opens the door of the road for Chu Wuqing and sees the truth pointing directly to the core.

Let him take a big step forward than all the friars at the same stage. Even this step is a step that thousands of hopeless Yuan Ying friars are willing to abandon everything and pursue.

Even if the body dies, it is better than being trapped forever, having a mental breakdown and failing to see the other side of the Tao.

It also intercepted the last Chu Wuqing in the gate fence of the yuan infant period.

Even, even if the God is changed, he can\'t ask for it. The way of killing the real king of the sword can change one heaven and earth and kill the way of refining emptiness with the cultivation of the God.

Chu Wuqing\'s spirit was still in a trance. The feeling just now was too shocking. Even if Chu Huan left, his mood could not be calmed.

"Dad." Chu Wuqing gathered his mind and looked at it. There were many bones on the ancestral peak with green grass.

These thousands of monks were still besieging Zufeng not long ago. They were sure to get it. However, they died in half a cup of tea.

This is not only an understanding of Tao, but also the boxing guard of Chu Huan, "Dad."

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime..

At this moment, the lights are on in the Third Sect and in the leader\'s hall.

The headmaster sat in a high position with a frown. As the power holder of the Third Sect of the ten sect alliance, he was also the golden elixir of perfection, one of the peaks of the cultivation world. Such an expression rarely appeared on him.

However, there was always an indelible anxiety in his heart.

Suddenly, the Deacon who took care of the life card of the core disciple ran in, "headmaster, Wang Ning\'s life card is broken."

The reason why core disciples are the core is that they are the most outstanding contemporary disciples trained by the whole sect. There are only three in each generation. Once one dies, it will be a great loss to the sect. If one generation is weak, it will be weak from generation to generation.

Wang Ning is one of the best.

In their opinion, it was easy for Wang Ning to lead the disciples of those small sects to besiege Xianling gate, but he never thought that Wang Ning\'s life card was cracked!

"Even the immortal sect, dare to kill my disciples!" the master of Wang Ning threw his tea cup, stood up and asked for orders: "please order the leader to lead the sect disciples to move the immortal sect to level the immortal sect and avenge Ning\'er!"

The top ten sects are always overbearing, especially the top three. In their opinion, no matter right or wrong, as long as someone dares to kill their disciples, they will be bloody. Only in this way can these people remember the dignity of the sect, let people only dare to avoid and dare not offend.

Even if Xianling sect is among the top ten sects, even if Xianling sect was the head of the top ten sects alliance thousands of years ago.

Most of the other elders present also seconded the motion.

"Elder Tang, I know the grief in your heart. You must not act rashly. Wang Ning is not going alone this time. Everyone here knows what Wang Ning\'s accomplishments are. Besides, the Xianling sect can kill Wang Ning when it besieges tens of thousands of friars of the Xianling sect. It can be seen that it is powerful. Ning\'er\'s death is also painful in my heart, but I always think it won\'t be so simple. Wait for information first."

"Report, none of the friars who besieged xianlingmen survived."

As soon as the information arrived, all the seconded elders were shocked, "is this... Is this really still the fairy gate?"

"When was the Xianling gate so strong?" the elders who supported the proposal kept silent.

Only elder Tang, the master of Wang Ning, was still grieving and said angrily, "even if Xianling gate rises, will Ning\'er\'s revenge not be repaid? Today Xianling gate killed my core disciple unharmed. Other sects will see that the prestige we have established for many years will disappear."

"Elder Tang has a point. No matter how strong the Xianling sect is, it can\'t kill the San Yong of the small sect. What are we afraid of? But if we send troops again after this, we will be stopped by the Qingling sect. Why should our big sect quarrel with the small sect that doesn\'t stand on the table at the end? Let their leader break his arm to apologize and expose it."

"Yes, it\'s the greatest kindness to let him break his arm. No sect has ever killed our formal disciples without being killed, not to mention the core disciple Wang Ning. Xianlingmen should be grateful if they know a little about it." 166 reading.com