Such a night made me think a lot about the day I changed my name yesterday, and I sighed with sadness. "If you break the white of Taishang Wangqing, it will actually do you no good. White is not a purple shirt, and a purple shirt may not be a purple shirt. Of course Taishang Wangqing is a purple shirt.
Strong, but enough to determine the strength of Purple Shirt? If White dies, the pressure on the Justice League will be even greater! But it’s better not to say too much about these things. It has nothing to do with me, and besides, the decision-making power on this matter is not yours.
With such a bright moon in my hand, I should let you see the new calligraphy and paintings I have made over the years——"
Le'er listened anxiously, but she didn't want to get angry in front of Xi'er, so she had to be patient and look at the calligraphy and paintings that she had just changed yesterday, unfolding them one by one, telling them when, where and what mood they were feeling.
What to do next...
Month, deflection.
The night is already deep.
I just changed my name yesterday and was already drunk on the table.
Xi'er stood up and asked Le'er to leave.
"But he -" Le'er saw that he had just changed his name yesterday and was unwilling to leave like this.
"Hehehehe... He doesn't know what his favorite taste is when he is sober."
"I'm not interested in whether he's drunk or not! Xi'er, do you believe what he said? Since he knows Bai Bai, he may have received Bai Bai's benefits, and he may have hidden some secrets for Supreme Wangqing! How can we know what he said without forcing a confession?
Is that true?" Le'er was furious, saying that she cared about a man, this in itself made her no longer care, and it was simply unacceptable.
"Hehehehe...don't worry about him." Xi'er smiled and left. Leer stomped her feet bitterly. She left behind the person who had just changed her name yesterday and chased after Xi'er.
Since Xi'er insisted that there was no need for it, Le'er was unwilling to give up, but decided to give up. In fact, Le'er didn't really doubt the reason for changing her name yesterday. Otherwise, she would never listen to Xi'er's words.
The moon is bright and the piano is playing.
In the cold mountain forest, I can't stop thinking about it.
The fluttering white clothes make a hunting sound in the wind, and the ten fingers move lightly, but the string does not stop.
When the sound was gone, Xiao Jian was already standing beside Bai Bai. "Sword song goes."
"Sword and Song." Bai Bai repeated these three words. This was their favorite song. But she had not played it for many years.
Swordsman and song travel, leisurely rivers and lakes, happy grudges, and the dream of becoming an undefeated legend.
At that time, Zishan always liked to play this piece of music. He was full of confidence and longing for the future of Jianghu.
But Jianghu is not that beautiful.
White has long earned the name of the undefeated legend. But they have never felt that it is completely worthy of the name. Because there is a woman they have not defeated. Although it is not a failure, it is also in line with the name of the undefeated. However, that kind of failure, from comparison with each other
Generally speaking, it is a result that should not exist.
There is no doubt that the most beautiful time in the world is when you are a newcomer, when everything is full of confidence, curiosity, and the prospect of climbing for the future.
When you really climb to the top, there is only the untouchable void, and there is nowhere to continue climbing; and you have met too many people and too many things in the world, and you are involved in them. You are still cool, but you are already burdened with
There is a heavy thing on your shoulders, but still facing it with laughter does not mean that you can ignore the heavy weight on your shoulders.
Newcomers can be passionate about realizing their dreams, but at their peak, how can the so-called dream be considered realized? For a moment, or forever.
It is easy to dream for a moment, but it seems that permanent dreams are never possible.
But Xiaojian doesn't know what giving up means, and Zishan has never thought about giving up.
Along the way, for hundreds of years, the world is still the world, and they are still the undefeated legend.
"Let go of the Supreme Being and forget your feelings." Xiaojian said calmly. Such a tone made Bai Bai feel as if he had suddenly returned to the past.
He had to let go of Taishang Wangqing. He knew the character of his opponent and would never let go of such an opportunity.
Zi Shi is very tired...
very tired.
But Zishan never gives up because he is tired.
But this is the most tired and sad part.
"How is the progress of your mastery training?"
"The level of artistic conception cultivation limits the power of a masterpiece. It cannot be copied across too many levels of artistic conception cultivation." A mirror that is too small cannot reflect large things at a limited distance, and the gap between a large cultivation base and a mirror that is too large is like a mirror that is too large.
It is small, but the person it reflects is too huge. This is a matter of course, but this alone is enough to change many situations. The future of Wudang Mountain is still full of hope worth looking forward to.
"I want to kill people, with a white curtain, with blood." Qin put it away, and the white dress danced in the wind. The cold breath made the wind blowing like the cold wind in the land of ice and snow...
Horses galloping in the night.
Dusk and Ming'er rode the same horse. She didn't have a BMW, and she didn't even have a horse. Raising a horse was expensive, and a batch of poor horses was not as fast as Dusk's Qinggong.
The snow-white horse galloped under the night, like a silvery blur of light. Under the night, it looked like a fallen mythical beast.
White clothes fluttering on the horse.
Ming'er's hair slapped against Du Mu's face, causing slight pain, but more importantly, it was the fragrance and familiar tenderness in her hair.
Under the night, a dark purple blurred shadow was running very fast.
In an instant, there was like a deep purple, fast-moving lightning on the ground.
The white horse, aware of the approach, ran faster.
It runs very fast, but carrying two people at the same time, even a BMW that is comparable to it will inevitably run faster than it does.
Dusk looked north, with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Sister Ming'er, please go, I will go to the Justice League by myself."
"Her target may be you after all." If the horse hadn't brought the dusk with it, the approaching danger might mean that she might not be able to catch up with Ming'er.
But what if the target is Twilight at all?
"It's okay, no." Dusk said with a calm smile.
"You are wrong, she will, because she is white. She and Yiyun will have a life and death relationship." Ming'er's expression was very serious and serious. Before Duixing could jump away, she had already grabbed her wrist.
"It's safer if we two are together, so just protect me, how about that?"
"Sister Ming'er, her target must be you." Twilight's affirmative tone made Ming'er slightly shocked. Yes, the target is most likely to be her, but it cannot be completely ruled out that it is Twilight. She came to pick up Twilight, if Twilight
Something unexpected happened on the way. She had neither the face to face Yiyun nor herself. "If it were me, she must be crazy."
Who is coming?
The dark purple horse suddenly stopped in front of the white horse.
Even when the white horse stopped, a pair of silver-white eyes were fixed on the Zixiao horse, whose head was swinging casually, as if it didn't take the white horse into consideration.
"A horse is like its own person." Ming'er let go of the reins and stared at the horse in white clothes calmly. "Are you crazy?"
"The person who was most affected in the martial arts era was also the person whose strength was most severely damaged. If I wanted to kill someone, if I didn't pick you, who would I pick?" Bai Bai stared coldly at Ming'er on the horse.
Yes, the person most affected by the advent of the martial arts era is Ming'er. Due to the influence of the external sword energy, the former Liancheng sword technique no longer exists, where endless physical sword energy was born and existed at the same time, allowing people to attack without any control.
It is a fortress-like ability that can be attacked and broken. It is not an exaggeration to say that Liancheng swordsmanship is equivalent to being abolished. Because of this, Yiyun originally wanted to get the charming Tianwai Feixian, but it is a pity that
, Tianwai Feixian is a special sword canon. Fengqing has not succeeded in integrating and understanding the sword canon for many years. She still uses the God-killing Art. It has not been too long since Ming'er obtained it. Although she has gained a lot of experience, the distance is still far away.
It will take a long time to successfully understand the sword code.
Although Ming'er's Liancheng swordsmanship has been transformed into the cruel and gentle Misty Traceless Swordsmanship, the extreme speed flow route is not suitable for Ming'er at all. At this moment, she is undoubtedly in an embarrassing situation where martial arts and people are not suitable.
"You are still crazy." Ming'er still repeated this sentence.
"The white ending, the white pain, is accompanied by the same pain for the enemy." Bai's cold eyes stared closely at Ming'er. Ming'er is now at her weakest. In a situation where martial arts and people are not suitable, it is impossible to
It is impossible to exert his ultimate strength. It can even be said that at this moment, in addition to his artistic conception, his martial arts and actual combat effectiveness have dropped by three to five levels.
Dusk dismounted and stood in front of the horse. Her sword, the unopened Zhenwu sword, slowly unsheathed and came to visit her.
Dusk didn't say anything, because there was no need to say it. She understood that everyone would insist on their own beliefs, just like countless people were unworthy of her, countless people thought she was stupid, but she still walked on the road of bloodless benevolence; just like many
People felt sorry for Yiyun. Many people thought that it would be better if Yiyun took the right path. However, Yiyun still continued on the road of killing without looking back. Even though she had fought to the death with Xi'er countless times on this road.
Having matured through many pains and tribulations and even walking in the eighteenth level of hell for more than a hundred years, even now even facing Bai Bai with his sword, Yi Yun still will not look back; White Dusk will certainly not look back either, for the sake of their own beliefs.
Bai wants to kill someone, but in front of Zhenwu Sword, he will not stand by and watch the killing happen.
Ming'er didn't draw his sword.
Because dusk is here, in the face of the bloodless legend, why is it necessary to draw the sword?
There was no blood in front of the bloodless legend, so she drew her sword, but it only made Twilight face two opponents at the same time.
The Dusk Sword flows with hazy, light-colored inner energy.
The white gaze fell on Dusk's sword, and the cold eyes seemed unfamiliar. Years ago, the affectionateness that kept Dusk to taste her delicious food and dragged Dusk around was as if it had never existed.
Everyone in the world knows that no one can kill in front of the Bloodless Legend, and no one can defeat the benevolent Invincible of the Bloodless Legend.
