MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 69 Sword fight

The night falls in the mountains, and a ray of sunshine appears quietly.

The maple forest in front of the leaf is covered by the red maple leaf. After the autumn wind wash, the original red maple leaf looks even more glamorous, and the thick leaves on the ground, the heaven and the earth seem to be one, giving people a kind of wonderland. Feeling like it.

The bonfire of the maple trees has long been extinguished, leaving only a few stars of Mars and a smoky blue smoke. The forest has a thin layer of frost and fog, as if wearing a light coat for the maple leaves.

The slightly cold wind blows from the gap between the canyons.

The eyelids that blew the leaves and the micro-closed eyes, blowing the mist between the forests, and blowing down the frosty maple forest.

A fiery red maple leaf flutters against the wind.

Just three feet into the front of the leaf, the maple leaf suddenly trembled in the air, and then the whole leaf seemed to be cut by the sharp edge. It was divided into two from the middle and one into two.

The invisible heaven and earth spirits seem to form a protective film around the body of the leaf, which resists the invasion of cold winds and debris.

The cold wind is getting more and more, the maple leaves are getting more and more, some maple leaves are bounced into the air just before they are close, and some are directly torn by the invisible force into a few fine silk leaves, and then fluttering and falling ground.

When the sky was bright, Ye Wei finally ended his practice and looked at the numerous broken leaves in front of him. He knew that he had completely stabilized the psychic environment and began to slowly move toward the star.

Innate and acquired, spiritual power can only be attached to objects, and through the use of artifacts to display spiritual power, when it reaches the spiritual state, it can use the real elements of the body to communicate the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth to achieve spiritual power. effect.

The maple leaf fragments that are in the ground before the leaves are missing are the result. Of course, the leaves are lacking in Tianyuan instead of real yuan.

Fighting is still braving the bonfire of the green smoke, floating the dust on the body, identifying the direction, the leaf lacks a deep breath of the morning air, and lifts the leg into the maple forest.

With the maple leaves flying all over the sky, the leaves are not tight.

While walking, the leaves lacked and realized the mystery of the spiritual world.

In the body, Tianyuan continued to communicate the ubiquitous spiritual power around, and then manipulated the spiritual power to smash the maple leaves falling around the body.

The more the maples are crossed, the more dense the maple leaves are, and the more skilled the leaves are.

Unconsciously, the lack of leaves is not enough to just smash the maple leaves.

He began to control the spiritual power, slowly and accurately cut the veins of the maple leaves, and the veins of each maple leaf are different. This requires that the cutting force should adjust the strength and angle of the manipulation.

Maple leaves have limited time to land, and only the leaf stalks can be cut at first, and then the veins are cut.

The lack of leaves is like a craftsman, throwing ink on the maple leaves.

Slowly, the leaf lacks into a mysterious and mysterious realm, all the way, all the way to communicate the spiritual power, all the way to cut the maple leaves, all day and night, the leaf lacks a step without stopping, a maple leaf is not close to the body.

Until noon on the second day, Ye Xiaocai stopped to move, because he had no leaves in his body, and he walked out of Fenglin.

There is a waterfall with a height of seven feet in front of it. The water is flowing fast. Under the waterfall is a semi-circular lake. The lake near the shore has begun to freeze. The place near the waterfall is still water, and the debris floating between the ice and the water. Carrying the frost that fell last night, under the sun, it looks like a group of furry white grass, dazzling and somewhat cute.

The leaves are missing against the waterfall, and the hands are open, and the mind is clear and comfortable.

"This is already the second day of entering the Dragon Mausoleum. I have never encountered any danger at all, and I have not encountered other practitioners. Is it wrong in my own direction?" Although Ye Yi feels that one person is also good, it can be practical. bored.

"boom!"

Just thinking like this, the waterfall at the top of the head suddenly heard a muffled sound. When I heard it, it was the sound of the sword intersecting. Then I saw a figure, and I flew down from the sky and fell down into the lake. A puff flower.

Soon the clear and transparent lake water oozes a trace of blood red, and the person who falls into the water surfaced. I saw this person wearing a blue and white blouse with narrow cuffs and a sword on the left arm. The font is vigorous and powerful.

Looking at the word, I looked at the whole body of the clothes, and the leaves were missing. "Qingqiu Jianmen!"

"The person who fell into the water turned out to be a disciple of Qingqiu Jianmen!"

The leaf is missing from the world, and the convenience of practicing the enlightenment is the Qingqiu Jianmen. It is familiar to the dress and the sword.

Without hesitation, the leaf lacked direct water, immediately dragged the person to the shore, but the hand just put it in the heart, the leaf lacked to know that the heart of the person was broken, the doctor could not be cured!

Looking up and looking in the direction of falling water, there were several vague figures in the line of sight. Tianyuan perfused the ear veins, listening and listening, and the arguments gradually became clear.

"The three-eyed spirit deer is what we first found, and we first hunted it. You are indiscriminate. If you come up, you will steal it. Even if you sneak up on Xia Xiong, you will knock down Lin’s brother to the waterfall. Is this your sword? Listen to the rain style of the rain pavilion?"

"It’s ridiculous, is the three-eyed deer you hunted? I didn’t see it. There are two arrows in the deer, one of which is listening to the rain arrow.”

"That obviously is just plugged in!"

"Who can prove it?"

"You and I are all authentic, everything must be reasonable and rules."

"Speaking reason? Are you teasing me? In the past 800 years, you have heard the truth about Qingqiu Jianmen and my Nanyue sword. When did the sword be stronger? Who is the truth?"

The words have come to this point, there is no need to continue the dispute, and the sound stops. The lack of leaves under the waterfall probably understands what happened. If the person who fell in the waterfall died in the hands of the Nanyue sword and listened to the disciple of Yuge, there was nothing unexpected.

As this person said, the Qingqiu Jianmen and the Nanyue Sword and the Rain Pavilion were divided into two after eight hundred years ago. The two disciples met without any reason, because this is no longer a problem. .

The fight is the sword.

It is about faith.

In fact, the two factions came from the same source. The predecessors were all from Jianzong. At that time, there was no such thing as the strongest Zongmen in the realm of cultivation. At that time, the Jianzong, the superior strength, the innumerable strong, is the well-deserved leader. Perhaps it is the heights of the cold, and slowly, the strongmen in the Zongmen have a disagreement with the practice.

Qingqiu Jianmen believes that the sword should be based on the sword and the sword, and the gas is the supplement. However, Yan Jian listened to the rain pavilion, but thought that the sword should be dominated by the sword, the gas, and the sword. The two divisions were arguing endlessly, and finally they shot and even divided the sword into two.

Since then, Qingqiu Jianmen and Yan Jian’s disciples of Yuge’s disciples will compete, and they will die, not endless! In the past 800 years, only the Zongmen War has been planned for dozens of times. It is a pair of children's family feuds in the realm of comprehension.

"Do you want to listen to the little scorpion of Yuge? It’s really more and more arrogant!" Ye whispered to himself, and there was an infinite warfare in his eyes. It seemed that he only heard the name and made him bloody. .

(The first one today.)