Douluo's opening send-off system

boom!

A blue electric arc flashed past, and the candle was once again shattered into pieces.

Looking at the broken wax on the ground, Jiang Ni's face was full of frustration and full of doubts about his talent.

"This method is too profound. Even if I want to master it completely, I have to spend a lot of effort. You have only studied it for a few days? Do you want to be able to control it freely? You should practice calligraphy with me and calm down your mind. Maybe you can get it. progress.”

Li Chungang poured a bowl of water and said with a smile. Qiongqi had also told her about this, so Jiang Ni didn't criticize him. He picked up a pen and dipped it in the water, then started writing on the table.

Looking at the handwriting of different shades, Li Chungang's eyebrows were almost squeezed together, and he reminded softly: "The sword is the same as the word, and the most important thing is to write it in one breath. Little clay figurine, come on, come on, I am writing and you can read it."

Jiang Ni snorted, looked at the old man's fingers, and muttered silently: Traveling in the morning to the East China Sea and to the Western Mountains at dusk, the green snake in your sleeve is brave. When encountering injustice, he puts down his cup and draws his sword when the clouds are in the air. He drank three times in a row and hurriedly went there only to see heads falling in the air. The world knows that I am climbing the steps and have already passed the lofty eighteenth floor...

When the old sword god was writing freely, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Ni not only reading, but also writing on the table without knowing it. It was similar in form and spirit to the poem he wrote on the table.

If I don't practice swordsmanship, my swordsmanship will naturally be sufficient.

Although there are no swords in his sleeves, the green snake is brave.

The old sword god drank for the first time since he entered the world with a broken arm. He didn't drink much, but he was still drunk.

There was a strong sense of sword intent in the room, and it was hard to tell whose hand it was from, but a chill suddenly emerged, and the clear water in the bowl became frosty.

The old sword god looked intently, and at some point, there were words composed of frost on the table.

It's freezing cold in the sky, it's like hiding in the cold mountains without anything happening, stirring up the cold mountains and rivers in the sky.

There is no wind chime, the clouds and wind are warm, and the strong wind is chilling to the bones.

One thought of violence will cause all the bones to wither, and the snowy plum blossoms will bloom in white.

"Tsk! He's so violent that his bones will wither and his clothes will be stained with blood at every turn. But he's better at being a good person than some people." The old sword god looked at the sudden addition of formulas on the table and squinted. Looking at someone eavesdropping at the door.

Xu Fengnian smiled casually: "In a moment, everyone will send some jars of good wine to seniors."

I just wanted to ask the old sword god to point out some obscure places. I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing, so naturally I had to stop and listen.

I just don’t know what the secret skill of the second half of the mantra that the little clay figurine recited just now is, which is completely different from the first half, and who wrote it.

Even the old sword god would look at something that was considered top-notch martial arts.

Li Chungang: I’m cross-eyed. If I want to see clearly, can’t I just look sideways?

A cold chill hit him, and Jiang Ni silently silenced the extra verses without realizing it. Ice marks were left where the pen tip passed, and the silver hook strokes penetrated deeply into the wood.

After touching the frost on his eyebrows, the old sword god looked happy. What kind of deal did he make with Xu Fengnian? He just wanted to rob Yu Nianwei together, but he didn't believe that Yu Nianwei wasn't moved and Xu Xiao wouldn't let her go.

It's great to let him give orders one more time.

On Shouyang Lake, Han Wuyi, who unexpectedly learned a move, stood on the lake with his eyes closed tightly. After a long time, he suddenly opened them, green light surged in his eyes, he flicked his sleeves, and a green dragon rushed out and cut through the mirror.

A sleeve of green dragon opens the Qinghu Lake.

He released nearly ten feet of lake water, tore apart the water plants and mud, revealing the ravine. It took him seven breaths to close it. The lake surface was rippled with waves and could not rest for a long time.

There were a few clicks, and the old sword god walked towards the lake with a smile: "Not bad! Girl, I just listened to the formula once, and I was able to achieve success in a blink of an eye. I really have amazing talent. If I could have fought with you back then, I would have Good!"

Han Wuyi, who originally wanted to ignore the broken ice on the lake, replied coldly: "It is said that Li Chungang's swordsmanship is unparalleled, but now it seems that it is just an exaggeration by the world!"

Li Chungang smacked his lips and muttered: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise. The ancients did not bully me, Li Chungang."

In the blink of an eye, Han Wuyi was seen wearing thunder, as if the true god appeared in the world, with dark clouds and no light in the sky and earth.

The corners of his eyes felt like cramps. Women in the world were either petty or stubborn, and some were even heartless. They knew this, so why did they still provoke her?

He patted his mouth lightly, why couldn't he control it?

Jiang Ni's electric arc was even difficult to ignite. Han Wuyi was wearing a thunderbolt, and he was like a punishment for the sky. If he was hit, he would probably be half-cooked.

"Don't! Whether it should be convex or concave, you can only look at your ageless appearance. If you get too angry and you can't even keep this appearance, don't rely on me."

With this face of an old scoundrel, it is really hard to believe that he was the leader of swordsmanship who flew across the Guangling River on his sword.

boom!

Shouyang Lake rolled up, and huge waves flooded the surrounding inns and houses. Jiang Ni, who was practicing calligraphy, was drenched by the lake water that entered through the window.