Bai Zhu's palms trembled, so he carefully held it and raised the flying sword in front of his eyes.
"Flying Sword, it's done!"
As soon as he thought about it, the flying sword in his pocket would grow in the wind.
A sword light dozens of feet high is like a dragon flying in the sky, like a lightning flash across the sky. It often disappears before the posture is clearly seen.
"point!"
Bai Shu looked at it for a while, and according to the records of the Sword Sutra, his fingers flew and he made a seal.
The sword light that was traveling through Taixu suddenly stagnated. Bai Shu waited for it for a long time, but no more sword light came out.
"Is it too difficult to separate the sword light?"
Bai Shu had no choice but to switch to Tao Yin Jue again.
"open!"
He shouted loudly, and the sword light flew out violently, tearing Qing Ming apart.
“Too slow”
He shook his head, raised his sleeve and made a move, and a sword light fell back into his palm.
It feels as warm as jade in the hand, and the strands of sword energy wrapped around the sword body are sharp enough to cut through gold, crack stones, and cut off the true energy.
But in the palm of Baizhu's hand, it was like a liger that had restrained its claws, leaving only a ball of warm fur.
He played with it casually for a few times, then condensed his eyes slightly and looked up into the distance.
The sky is dim, clouds are dense, and snow is falling.
A circle of dull gold rim, if there or not, lit up with a slight halo.
"The frost peaks are dark and colorless, the snow-covered roads are white, and the sky is so dim."
Bai Shu smiled casually, and following his gaze, countless patterns intertwined on the small and exquisite sword body, turning into two ancient characters.
"You, just call me Yao Ling!"
He held the flying sword with two fingers, thought for a moment, and opened the properties panel.
Although flying swords are accomplished, swordsmanship is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two.
Not to mention the differentiation of sword light, even sword energy, thunder and sound, etc., he has never mastered the magic.
More about the subsequent instant sword skills, sword light turning into rainbow, practicing sword into silk, sword escape
Following his thoughts, the long-lost attribute panel appeared in front of him.
Name: Bai Shu.
A brief introduction to the Peacock Boxing of martial arts. The lion steps into the door. The Dragon Master Ming King's golden body starts. The Gandharva glass mantra starts.
The Self-Enlightened Man has not yet entered into the Awakening Sutra 6. The Universal Pure Heaven and Human Body has not yet entered into 5.
The Asura King's Visualization Sutra of Asura Born from Dampness: Xiaocheng.
Yao Ling Sword: An Introduction to the Sword for Fetal Divine Yuan.
The third stage of the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, the third level of Yang Talisman, is the True Talisman Seed Path.
Property value: 20117.
"Introductory swordsmanship?"
Bai Shu shook his head and pressed the obscure "" behind the column of Sword Scripture.
The sacrifice of Feijian is a time-consuming effort that can only be spent over a long period of time.
Even the four flying swords made by Yang Shixuan in Fenyin City are not all perfect or complete from Bai Shu's point of view.
It is not easy to make the sacrifices as smooth as one's arms and fingers.
In the Book of Swords for the Fetal God Yuan, it is recorded that up to twelve fetal gods can be divided into twelve flying swords.
But don't say twelve, even half of them are very few among sword cultivators in the world.
Yang Shixuan was a genius in swordsmanship, and he was born into the wealthy Yang family. He had also accomplished extraordinary feats on Zhuque Street.
But despite this, he, who has never been short of divine iron, only has four flying swords on hand.
There is no other reason, it's just that it takes too much time.
If you have this kind of skill, which one is better than using it to improve your cultivation and hone your magical powers than fighting against flying swords?
To practice spiritual practice is to compete with God for destiny.
Although swordsmanship is good, it is only a skill after all and cannot lead to the path to immortality.
The realm of martial arts is always the foundation.
Bai Zhu looked down, and in the properties panel, dotted characters were slowly appearing.
"Consuming 2400 attribute points, the Yao Ling Sword can be upgraded to a small level."
"It consumes 4100 attribute points to upgrade the Yao Ling Sword to Dacheng."
"Consuming 6200 attribute points, the Yao Ling Sword can be upgraded to perfection."
Bai Shu pondered for a moment, then moved his consciousness to the Asura King's Meditation Sutra.
Following his thoughts and movements, several lines of small characters slowly floated out.
"Consuming 7600 attribute points, you can upgrade the Asura King's Meditation Sutra to the Dharma Asura Mastery."
"Consuming 15024 attribute points, you can upgrade the Asura King's Meditation Sutra to the perfection of the Asura King."
"Consuming 20010 attribute points, you can upgrade the Asura King's Meditation Sutra to the Introduction to Egg-born Asura."
"Consuming 59860 attribute points, you can upgrade the Asura King's Meditation Sutra to the perfection of the egg-born Asura."
Bai Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and continued reading.
"Consuming attribute points, you can upgrade the Asura King's Meditation Sutra to the Introduction to the Womb-born Asura." If it is missing, it cannot be upgraded.
The next few lines of text are also continuous and cannot be improved.
Hot chicken panel, don’t know anything.
The last time I broke through the realm, I lacked Tao seeds, but it was still marked.
But now, there is no hint at all.
really.
Bai Shu sighed.
You still have to rely on your own efforts!
But Xu Yi was the man with the highest level of mother-child concept in the world.
He admitted that he had already reached the level of entry into the womb-born Asura, and he did not know how Xu Yi achieved this level.
Xu Yi was one of Qingli Jun's many sons-in-law. He also had a residence in Qingli Palace.
I don’t know if Xu Yi will be present at the Dragon Palace selection of a son-in-law.
Bai Zhu murmured in his heart.
Maybe I'll have to ask him for advice then.
"promote!"
He skipped the idea of thinking, and as soon as his mind moved, he clicked on the flying sword.
Small success, great success, perfection
As the attribute values are consumed rapidly, the brilliance on the sword becomes more and more brilliant.
Countless memories flooded into my mind instantly, and my body muscles began to coordinate independently to adapt to these sudden changes.
After a long time, Bai Zhu slowly spread his hands and smiled softly.
His figure suddenly disappeared and was submerged into the small Yao Ling sword.
Suddenly, a sword light that was infinitely faster than Yun Che Hongqiao tore into the air and fled towards the distance with the momentum of thousands of miles in an instant.
At this time, Baizhu suddenly realized.
He was eager to vent the raging sword energy in his body, and in his desperation, he actually forgot to give the little fat man the tips for controlling the cloud chariot.
I don’t know if the car was already crashed and people were killed at this time.
In desperation, the sword escape speed increased by three points again, directly piercing the void.
Occasionally, people coming and going only heard a faint sound of thunder, but there was no movement beside them.
"Damn Taoist priest! Practice the flying sword with a hammer!"
A monk riding a crane felt something in his heart. He used his magical power and seemed to be able to see through the endless void.
The sound of thunder had just sounded beside me, but in the blink of an eye, it had escaped hundreds of miles away.
"Sword Escape"
He was startled and frowned: "Where did this Taoist genius come from?"
At this moment, Cui Yuanzhou had a grimace on his face, and a group of elders who were familiar with him were teasing him.
"Then Taoist Shen." The old scribe smiled and said, "Are you really saying that he is a casual cultivator?"
"yes."
"I'm kidding you, stupid boy. With your brain, I wouldn't be surprised if you were sold to a brothel."
The old scribe puffed his beard and stared: "Look at this cloud chariot, is it something that a casual cultivator can own?"
"But if senior brother doesn't tell me, he must have something to hide."
Cui Yuanzhou shook his head: "How can I ask further questions?"
"It can't be a monk, right?" The beautiful woman in palace clothes suddenly said: "A monk pretends to be a Taoist priest, and a Taoist priest pretends to be a monk. Don't you two like to play like this?"
"Not a bald donkey, not a bald donkey."
Cui Yuanzhou denied repeatedly: "I have tried it with my senior brother, and he is proficient in Taoist classics, so he must not be a bald donkey."
Xie Shijiu, who was on the building boat, twitched the corner of his mouth and looked like he was smiling but not smiling.
"Coming."
His expression suddenly froze, he raised his eyes and said.
Cui Yuanzhou quickly looked up and saw a five-color rainbow light extending from the horizon, faintly, with a figure standing on it.
"So many people?"
Bai Shu, who had withdrawn his sword escape early, was stunned for a moment, but when he approached, he suddenly froze.
Cui Yuanzhou, Xie Jialou Chuan, dozens of powerful Qi machines, Xie Nineteen.
besides
Bai Zhu frowned slightly and suddenly fell silent.
"Brother!"
The little fat man shouted happily:
"I"
His words were stuck in his throat, but he swallowed them alive.
Cui Yuanzhou turned his head, looked around, and quietly shrank his neck.
Suddenly, the originally gentle atmosphere became stiff.
On the Hongqiao, the young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown had no expression on his face, and his expression was just indifferent.
On the boat, a beautiful woman in a red dress walked out of nowhere.
The two looked at each other quietly, neither spoke, nor took a step forward.
"The path is abrupt."
After an unknown amount of time, the Taoist priest with the lotus crown bowed slightly and said with an apologetic smile:
