Nightfall

In the past two days, on the island, under the Wa Mountain, in the small town, in the city, in the green yarn tent, and in many places in the world, you can always see the two figures appear one after the other. []

The former wears a jacket, the latter wears a blue coat.

This is a battle above the five realms, it is a chase without distance.

Both have no distance in front of them, but the realm is still different.

The older brother won some time in front of the Qingxia today because the academy was prepared in advance, but he knew that this time must be extremely short, so he left in a hurry.

Just the moment his figure disappeared, the Taoist Taoist in Qingyi came to Qingxia.

Numerous eyes in the wilderness fell on this Tsing Yi Taoist.

This is the first time the world is seen by the world.

Ye Hongyu knelt down at the back of the Taoist Taoist in the distance, bowing his head respectfully.

The sound of the armor rubbing, like the sound of Mai Lang, clanged loudly, and I don't know how many people were kneeling down.

The disciples in the academy before Qingxia did not kneel or worship.

They looked at the strongest man in the door silently, his face pale, but his expression was firm.

Brother II looked at the Taoist in Tsing Yi, walked out of the tent, and raised the iron sword in his hand.

Qing Yi Taoist gave him a look, no expression on his face.

Then he turned to look at the wilderness in the south, looked at the burning shrine, his brows frowned slightly, and felt the slight changes in the breath of heaven and earth, and Dao suddenly felt some signs of restlessness.

Not because the shrine was destroyed, or because the oracle priest was seriously injured.

As far as the hidden view of the world is concerned, only Haotian ’s faith is the most important thing. Even if the Xiling Temple was destroyed, it was not a big deal.

What makes Tsing Yi Taoist uncomfortable is where the master's next journey will end.

Dao Xin was disturbed, and the Tsing Yi Taoist knew he had to leave immediately, which meant that the academy had calculated the time difference very clearly, and there was no time left for him.

This is what the college must achieve.

The older brother appeared in front of the Qingxia. Immediately turned the tide and collapsed, destroying one of the most important forces in the Xiling Temple.

If the Tsing Yi Taoists have time to shoot, how many people can live in the academy disciples in front of the Qingxia?

This time difference. It was the elder brother and the fourth brother who calculated the night time before finally getting the result. They believed that there should be no problems.

However, they still underestimated the real power of the Tsing Yi Taoist.

The strongest of Daomen. The widows under Haotian are unpredictable, so it is impossible to measure.

In the plan in advance, the academy determined that the Taoist people in Tsing Yi must chase after the master and leave without time to shoot, but did not expect that the other party could actually shoot while leaving!

The Tsing Yi Taoist turned around and walked to the southern wilderness, waving his right hand back.

As his footsteps stepped between the soft soil, the slaughtered autumn air suddenly became cold. The autumn wind in front of him suddenly froze and fell like a snow, and a door appeared faintly. []

It was a hidden passage in the turbulence of heaven and earth breath.

It is a passage that can only be seen without distance.

The right foot of Tsing Yi Taoist stepped into the door and suddenly became nothingness.

In the eyes of countless people in front of the Qingxia, he seemed to have broken through the void.

Hundreds of thousands of coalition forces in the Xiling Temple saw this miracle-like scene. Shocked and speechless.

And at this moment, there was an extra sword in his right hand that he swayed back casually.

A sword formed by the air.

The sword had left his hand, and he stabbed in front of Qingxia to cover the residual arrow, like a grassy tent.

After the appearance of the Tsing Yi Taoist, it became quiet before the Qingxia.

The quietest is Brother II.

He looked down silently, looking at the stone one and a half feet away in front of him.

He did not look at the Tsing Yi Taoist. Because he wanted to maintain the fullest fighting will and confidence.

He did not look at the iron sword in his hand because the sword was not used to look at it.

After the Tsing Yi Taoist threw the flying sword, the Second Brother moved.

He Huo Ran raised his head, staring at the flying sword condensed in the air, the iron sword in his hand shivered slightly.

Can this iron sword that has killed thousands of troops be able to block this seemingly simple virtual sword?

No one knows the answer.

Because the virtual sword cast by the Tsing Yi Taoist, before Jun Mo, suddenly became a real nihility, quietly passed through the area where he was, and returned to the essence behind him, continuing to pierce under the canopy!

This method seems to have brought Dao Jian into the realm of distance, which is really incredible!

Faced with such an unpredictable flying sword, Brother II's face did not show a shocking expression, let alone a fear, but frowned, giving a feeling of looking down on each other.

This imaginary sword is indeed sublime, and this choice is indeed precise. Since it was a sloppy sword before leaving, the Tsing Yi Taoist must of course ensure that this sword can create the greatest lethality.

Because this sword is a bit sloppy, Tsing Yi Taoist let go of the Second Brother.

In a sense, this is respect for Brother Two.

But in the view of Brother Two, this is ridiculous-with the identity and realm of the Tsing Yi Taoist, to deal with the disciples of these academies, I still have to think about it.

So he looked down on this person.

Even if your realm is far above me, even if you are observant and observant, even if you are a teacher, ascending the heavens, the highest mountain of spiritual practice, I just look down on you.

No matter how powerful a person is, as long as he has a vulgar breath, he will not be in the eyes of Brother Two.

Of course, this does not mean more.

Brother II knew how terrifying the hidden virtual sword was, and the sword eyebrows were slightly picked.

He looked down on the Tsing Yi Taoist, and because the opponent did not see the formation in the iron awning.

Although this virtual sword gave him away, but once he entered the canopy, it was he who finally accepted the sword. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

Because he kept a red thread under his feet.

The other end of the red line is under the canopy, and is connected with all the younger brothers and sisters.

He is ready to bear this false sword.

He was ready to be injured.

Seriously injured.

But he is not going to die.

Because if he died, Qingxia would not be able to hold ... the residual arrow on the iron awning. Disturbed by the breath of heaven and earth brought by that false sword, like the falling sand, it kept falling from the eaves, like a waterfall of arrows.

Inside the waterfall, Senior Sister Muyou was pale, holding the thread of the red thread tightly in her hand and pulling it hard. Looking at the back of the man outside the awning, his fingers www.7ket tremble very much.

She and her fellows, including this iron awning, suffered all physical attacks. In the end, it will be borne by the second brother, but this time the opponent is not the disciple of Jiange in Nanjin, but a god-like observant. Brother, can he bear it? Will he suffer multiple injuries, will it matter?

Suddenly her afterglow saw a scene that shocked her.

The red thread buried in the sand, I do n’t know when it was quietly broken!

Brother Si's finger www.7ket just left his ankle.

An extra red thread was attached to his ankle.

That red thread was originally connected to Brother Two, but at this time it was tied to his feet, which means that the person who wants to bear the false sword of the Tsing Yi Taoist has become him!

This formation was originally designed by the four brothers and himself, and finally revised by the master. Muyou knew that the changes made by Brother Si at this time would not cause any problems.

However, Brother Si is nothing more than Xuanjing Realm. Why can he resist the blow from the observant?

Muyou's exclamation didn't have time to lip out, the virtual sword arrived ... The slim and faint sword shadow seemed to have exceeded the scope of speed.

When it entered the iron awning in front of the Qingxia. The speed suddenly slowed down, becoming a picture visible to the naked eye.

The formation under the iron canopy was activated, and the red thread tied to the feet of all the disciples of the academy began to tremble violently.

The virtual sword is bound by countless breaths. Suddenly slowed down.

Just like the strange sword of Jian Yi who knew the strongest situation in the sword court yesterday, Liu Yiqing.

However, the realm gap between Zhishou Guanzhu and Liu Yiqing is like heaven. This virtual sword, which seems to be thrown at random, does not know that it is tens of thousands of times stronger than Liu Yiqing's strange sword.

I only heard a hiss!

That virtual sword, destroying and withering away all the breath of silk thread!

Then ... deeply penetrated into a piece of yellow sand.

This piece of yellow sand is very fine, whiter than the fine sand of the sea, finer than the gravel of the river, and extremely supple.

Although there was sand and soil in the field before the Qingxia, there was absolutely no such yellow sand.

Such yellow sand is only available in one place.

In the sand table where the four brothers never leave ... The virtual sword pierced the sand table.

Brother Si's face suddenly pale.

His hands trembling very high with the sand table in front of him.

This seemingly inconspicuous sand table actually blocked the virtual sword of Tsing Yi Taoist!

Xu Jian's blade disappeared into the sand table and disappeared into the yellow sand.

Huang Sha flew, and there were several rivers.

As the yellow sand gradually fell, it became a dangerous mountain.

One sand is one world, and the sandbox has its own world.

It was a very beautiful river and mountain.

The virtual sword flew between the seemingly endless rivers and mountains.

Because of its magnificence and grandness, it is difficult for that virtual sword to touch anything.

So the horror power on the virtual sword cannot be released.

This sword flies in the sand table, crosses the high mountain river, the wild blue sky.

This Jian Fei is very lonely ... Tsing Yi Taoist figure is about to disappear into the void.

He had to walk from the Qingxia to the next place.

He didn't care about the ending of the false sword.

Because he was very sure, even if Jun Mo came to pick up that sword, he must be seriously injured.

The disciples of the Academy can no longer hold the Qingxia.

At this moment, he suddenly snorted.

This murmur sounded a little surprised.

The thin snow gradually fell, and the world breath closed.

The Tsing Yi Taoist disappeared from the wilderness.

What he said before he left, still echoing in the air.

"It's actually a heshan plate ... Heshan plate is something in the ancient legend of the mathematician.

During the first year of the Tang Dynasty, the Heshan Plate was lost and disappeared, and the Heshan Plate deduction algorithm also broke down.

Not many people know that less than forty years later, Yingshan people, the seventh generation ancestor of Mochiyuan in Daheguo, and Xiaofeng Shitai, a famous mathematics professor from the previous generation of the Academy, participated in the six years and recreated the Heshanpan deduction algorithm The latter two sages recast the Heshan plate with the power of poor life.

Since then, He Shanpan has been staying in the back hill of the academy. With the passage of time, it has gradually been forgotten by the entire spiritual circle. Even Mo Chi Yuan, the contemporary Wang Shusheng, does not know this secret.

Many years ago, when the Confucius traveled around the country looking for the exit of the underworld, or for food, he met a young apprentice in the **** shop outside the wetland of Yinlun Town. Confucius watched the young apprentice intending to count, and actually looked at it for a long time, because he thought that the young apprentice was extremely beautiful, and the sound of the plan was very beautiful.

The young apprentice was Fan Yue, and later became the fourth personal disciple of the Master.

Confucius naturally handed him the mountain plate.

Nowadays, except for the people at the back of the academy, only Mo Shanshan knows this ... Tsing Yi Taoists leave.

His virtual sword is still there.

Still dancing in the river and mountain disk.

The four senior brothers held up the sand table, their faces became paler and paler, and blood gradually poured out of their lips.

Brother II returned to the tent.

Muyou looked at him and asked, "What should I do?"

Brother II was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know."

Brother Six said: "I smashed the sandbox with a hammer."

Brother Si ’s full mindfulness, especially the spirit connected to the Heshan plate, were all used on the virtual sword trapped in the lock, which was already weak and unable to speak, but it was furious to hear it.

"You'll kill me first!"

He stared angrily at the sixth boy, coughing up blood while talking.

Brother Six lowered the hammer with some helplessness.

Wang Chi looked at the four senior brothers holding up the sand table and said worriedly: "Do you want your brother to always do this? Brother, if you are tired, I will lift it for you. I have decoctioned the medicine for two days."

Brother Si listened to his naive words and said with relief: "No, I can't let it go."

As soon as this remark came out, there was silence under the iron canopy.

Only in such a short time, so much blood has shed, how long can the four brothers support? Even if he can support, can he still support forever?

Brother II looked at him and asked, "Will the sword stop on its own?"

Brother Si shook his head and said: "Hehe plate is the virtual world, the sword is also a virtual sword, there is no air, no external influence, even if you want to stop, I don't know it is a few hundred years later."

Brother II also asked: "What will happen if you put it down?"

Brother Si was silent for a moment and said, "It will explode."

Brother II said: "Then let it burst."

Brother Si shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, “I ’m not letting the sixth son come over, it ’s not because I really ca n’t bear this set, although I have had feelings with me for so many years ... It ’s just that I let go It will explode, so even if you want it to explode, you have to let me go further. "

Everyone was silent.

"Of course I know you won't let me go further and die alone."

Brother Si looked at everyone and said with a smile: "So I will give as much time as possible."

Brother II turned and looked at the Xiling Temple Alliance in the south ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said: "Don't worry, there are other ways."

"What method? Brother, please talk quickly." Muyou asked anxiously.

"Brother Master can solve this problem for you if he can get rid of the subject."

"What if I can't get rid of it? And he doesn't know what happened here."

"Then kill the viewer, as long as he is dead or seriously injured, his sword will naturally become a broken metal."

"The teacher is gone, who else can kill the audience now?"

"To end this war, you must kill him, so it is not the question of who can kill him, whether it is the battle of the Green Gorge, or everything else, is prepared to kill him."

Brother II said: "Chang'an City has been waiting for him ... I'm really tired of writing today, and I don't know the cause of tiredness. See you tomorrow, still two chapters.)