The attached bridge was hit continuously, and the lights were dimmed. Only the car lights that were knocked to and fro were left. In the long line of car accidents, there were lights here and there, either bright red or pale white, flickering and flickering, which was strange and bleak.
The air seemed to be fiddled with by a big invisible hand. The night wind was blowing in and out, in front of me, and suddenly behind me. It was like a magical dance of a demon, causing the scattered fires on the bridge to rise and fall, burning more intensely.
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Lights, fires, wind whining, and human voices are silent. The winding and extending attached bridge is like a picture of hell where humans stop and wander at night. There is only one place that is like an independent pure land outside the world, forming a world of its own.
, which is exactly where Sun Suhe established his career.
Snow is falling in the sky, dancing and flying. Sun Sufa is pointing his staff at an angle and is calmly wielding his sword. His cool and cold demeanor is like a solitary peak suddenly rising from the top of Wanren Mountain, or like the moon emerging from the clouds suddenly appearing in the dark night. He can't help it.
Respect is born without a heart
Fear, and there seemed to be an indescribable feeling lingering in the hearts of the viewers. In the large cave on the upper floor of the hotel, Shimada looked down attentively, and was particularly touched. He had to quickly collect his mind and suppress this strange thought.
At this time, the tit-for-tat confrontation was about to begin. Brother Shimada was hiding in the wind, hiding somewhere unknown. Brother Shimada was secretly preparing a thunderbolt, but did not trigger it, while Sun Suhe was calm and leisurely. The three of them seemed to be leisurely bystanders.
They were waiting and preparing in a tacit understanding. The chaotic and strange calm showed that the undercurrent underneath was about to break out.
Sun Suhe's family knew their own affairs. Although on the surface they seemed to be good at winning, and no one could overwhelm the other in terms of momentum, in fact he was almost at the end of his strength.
The White Rainbow Killing Sword, the Silk Silk Sword, and the Drunken Immortal Chaotic Sword are all three sword moves that Sun Su practiced hard and practiced hard every day. He continued to put every bit of his thoughts into the magic book every day.
With thoughts, thoughts, spells, and magic books, the three of them resonate, and they come into play in an instant.
An astonishing power that far exceeds his own limit. With all the accumulation he has accumulated so far, the magic book can only support him to use nine swords. Since the encounter with the Shimada brothers, strange changes have occurred one after another in a short period of time, and Sun Suhe has to
After firing five swords in a row, he managed to get into this situation.
But every sword strike is a huge burden for him. How can it be easy to make a difference with four taels? During the special training, he could only strike three swords in a row at most. At this time, his body was already overwhelmed. It was purely
Relying on the magic of Tiandaoxing, you can harmonize your thoughts and sword intentions, maintain a clear and spotless state of mind, and temporarily ignore all kinds of pain, fatigue, and pain.
And the poetic talent "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" that helped Sun Suhe save the day from danger many times, and even briefly deal with natural disasters, can no longer be relied upon as the last resort this time.
After the battle at the Kida Mountain retreat, Sun Suhe's pure intention naturally harmonized with the poetic talent in his body, and gradually combined in a mysterious and mysterious state. Mao Ge, who had always ignored Sun Suhe, had an unprecedented three-way discussion with him.
A kind of hero, and pointed out that Sun Suhe's biggest obstacle at that time was his over-reliance on Alice. Only by having the courage to take a step of his own can he be qualified to glimpse a higher level.
Taking this as an opportunity, Sun Suhe finally broke through the realm of "asking the heart" where simplicity and poetic talent coexisted, and initially reached the realm of "imprinting the heart with the heart", and was able to control the poetic talent a little by his own will. But it is also because of this.
, the power that poetic talent can exert has been greatly restricted.
Originally, no matter how Brother Mao mobilized his power, he could combine with Sun Su without any hindrance, and he could freely express his poetic talents to the extreme. But now Sun Suhe is like Wang Qingquan, gradually merging with Wang Yang, unless one day, the two become one and the same.
No longer distinguishing each other, reaching the highest state of "doing what one wants", or
The clear spring itself is powerful enough to swallow up the ocean. Otherwise, to activate the majestic power of the ocean, the bearing capacity of the clear spring must first be taken into account. Once the wind and waves are slightly stronger, the spring may be destroyed and people will be killed. Sun Suhe will become the shortest piece of the barrel.
Board, the thin wisp of ink that now protects Xie Yi like clouds is the limit of what he can control.
Despite all the unfavorable circumstances, Sun Suhe is still standing here, not only because he has already made up his mind to protect Xie Yi from danger, but also because he has never been brave enough to think that he can fight his way out with his own strength.
From beginning to end, everything is to pave the way for Master Lihua's conspiracy.
From the moment Sun Suhe rescued Xie Yi, the situation changed subtly. For the Yin and Yang Province, if Xie Yi stayed with Sun Suhe for one more second, countless unpredictable changes would happen. Who knew what Sun Suhe would do to Xie Yi?
What are they doing, or what have they done? Judging from their eagerness to get Xie Yi, absolutely nothing
They have time to slowly wait for support or to find out the details of Sun Suhe's moves first and then take action calmly. The stalemate until now is almost close to their limit. Whether Mr. Li Hua's plan can be sold is only a matter of seconds. Sun Suhe
I took a breath and laughed at myself: If I was still alive at that time...
"No, I have never seen this Taoist technique before. Where did this person come from? Why have I never heard of such a number one person? My perception was completely confused by the snowflakes flying around him. Are those snowflakes sword energy?
It doesn’t seem to be the case. To use an analogy, it’s as if a photo was slashed countless times with a sword before it fell into our hands. There are indelible differences between what we see and the original.
Subtle differences. If we cannot analyze the trajectory of each sword, then what we perceive will always be an error. In this case, it is meaningless to snipe. It is simply impossible to interpret every snowflake. Speaking of which,
That shot before, he was able to chop rune bombs in mid-air. This person is really bad. We...we are not trying to excuse ourselves! That shot..."
"That's enough." Brother Shimada stopped the chattering analysis on the other end of the communication symbol, "I understand, let us handle it next."
The wind blew suddenly, Brother Shimada thought, and suddenly the air surged. The massive air was attracted, compressed, and turned into a sharp weapon to attack Sun Suhe from all directions.
The snowflakes fluttering in the void have a majesty that cannot be provoked. As soon as the energy wave hits, the snowflakes immediately start to riot wildly. The wind blows urgently and the snowflakes dance wildly. Any incoming enemy will not be able to escape the end of being chopped down by random swords.
Sun Suhe was a little surprised. Brother Shimada's offensive was a little louder than the rain. It didn't have the suffocating pressure that he expected. This guy seemed to have deliberately left some spare power and kept an eye on him in order to avoid blind spots.
The range attack detects the real situation, and just waits for me to reveal a flaw, then strikes with all my strength. So the main attack is really...
Just as Sun Suhe expected, in the big hole on the upper floor of the hotel, Shimada shot up into the sky under the strong wind. His eyes were wide open, his canthus was about to burst, his teeth were clenched, and his whole body was full of energy. The tattered clothes on his upper body had long been torn apart, and a streak of
The blue and white electric light flashed violently on the tense muscles, as if he had transformed into a thunder god and descended from the sky to eradicate all those who dare to offend the power of God in the world.
The two short black sticks became deeper and deeper in his hands, and the devil-subduing patterns on the sticks were filled with lightning. It seemed that a god had awakened from his deep sleep and was about to burst out of the sticks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The short stick hit the void with a huge force, and it made a dull sound like a drum. The thunder was like a dragon, and it burst through the air quickly and unparalleledly, raining down the most severe punishment from heaven on Sun Suhe.