After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Originally, the three of them arrived at the Wutong Forest in the afternoon. After searching for a while, they found nothing, so they found an open space and planned to rest for the night. After all, they had been traveling for several days. There is no such rush.

At night, the temperature plummeted, and the entire sycamore forest was filled with a thin layer of mist, entwined around the mottled trunks of the sycamore trees, giving a faint sense of mystery. The three of them also made a bonfire, and the bright fire light Light up the circle around them.

In the silence, the three of them closed their eyes and rested their minds. Guan Linyi, who was holding a long sword in his arms, suddenly spoke.

"Instead of sitting idle, why don't we exchange ideas?"

Guan Linyi slowly opened his eyes, his calm eyes reflected the crimson fire, he turned his head to look at the two of them, the depth of his eyes seemed to be the light outside the practice field.

For a swordsman, the opponent is very important, and after seeing the two people's competition with their own eyes in the practice field last time, Guan Linyi has already allocated them to the ranks of opponents, and wants to fight a fight, but usually there are few opportunities. Difficult to meet.

Yan Lin also opened his eyes.

An Jinnian has always been keen on discussing this kind of thing.

So he didn't look at Linyi, but immediately looked at someone not far to the left, and silently dropped his focus on him alone.

The word "discussion" naturally also fell on him.

Thinking about the first two generations of Immortal Yunhua's fame, he competed with many newcomers and won one by one. An Jinnian in the duel was different from his usual gentle appearance. On the contrary, he was calm and introverted. Somewhat above the peak of sword repair.

Ten years later, Guan Linyi came to fame, but also returned in defeat.

Today, the other party mentioned it like this, and based on his understanding, he should naturally respond.

An Jinnian leaned back against the tree trunk, with one leg flat and the other bent. The night wind blew through, and the purple hairband fell down on his chest and trembled. Hearing Guan Linyi's sudden opening, he felt Yan Lin's gaze. With a casual face, he smiled and followed the words.

"It's not convenient in the wilderness. Why don't you make an agreement with senior brother today that when you return to the sect, you must have a good fight with senior brother." As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Yan Lin, who was watching quietly, and said to Guan Linyi: "When the time comes, let the younger brother watch from the sidelines and be a witness, how about it?"

Guan Linyi frowned and remained silent.

Yan Lin was also slightly surprised.

Refused?

But the accident was only a second, Yan Lin came back to his senses in a moment, raised his eyebrows invisible, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, and said softly: "I think the moonlight is just right at this time, and the competition is considered appropriate and has a special flavor. "

An Jin smiled young: "Oh, is that so, junior brother wants to see it?"

Yan Lin raised his eyes to look at him: "Why not, it's just a discussion, just click and stop."

An Jinnian hesitated for a moment, nodded, stood up, patted the dead leaves on his body, and said slowly: "Since all the brothers and sisters say so, the kindness is hard to turn off, so I can only trouble the brothers to enlighten me."

Guan Linyi's eyes were bright and victorious, and he also stood up and picked up the white saber beside him with a solemn expression.

For a sword repairer, nothing is more important than the response given by the opponent.

Guan Linyi held the sword flat in front of his chest, his eyes were burning like a scorching sun, he stroked the scabbard with two fingers of his right hand, swung back, the scabbard was separated from the body, the long sword was unsheathed, silver light flashed, and the sword was extremely strong !

The name of this sword is Baihong. It was the second year Guan Linyi joined the sect. He was chosen after seven days in the sword mound. When he came out of the mound, he was holding the sword in his right hand. His white clothes turned into blood clothes. His whole body was full of sword wounds, and the sharp incisions were quite ferocious. After a few steps, there was a bloody road, and finally he collapsed due to exhaustion.

There are many famous swords in the Sword Tomb, owned or unowned, and the grades are also uneven, but there are very few immortal grades, and this Baihong is still a middle-to-high-grade immortal weapon, and its quality cannot be underestimated.

From the moment Baihong was unsheathed, Guan Linyi's aura changed, stern and sharp, with the natural dominance of a sword repairer.

An Jinnian saw how serious and cautious he looked, smiled politely, and shook his hand empty-handedly, Cannian appeared in his hand.

Yan Lin's eyes turned, the level of Cannian might not be lower than that of Baihong...

Guan Linyi squinted his eyes, and with a movement of his figure, a white shadow flew out from the golden leaves.

The sound of sharp blades piercing through the air sounded, and the sword blade seemed to bring out layers of sword light with its spiritual power. The white light was dazzling in the dark night, lighting up the surrounding gold, and in an instant, the day came again.

The Changtian Sword Sect breaks the formula.

Those who dealt with it calmly raised their hands and waved them away. As soon as the long white and red rays of light passed, the Cannian sword was covered with a layer of red spirit, adding a touch of bloodlust.

An Jinnian went straight to the soul.

In a few breaths, the sword tactics of the two people changed rapidly, and the red and white rays of light kept colliding between the two of them. The sword energy was wanton, like a strong wind sweeping in, and the surrounding leaves rustled.

The sound of the collision of cold weapons kept ringing in his ears, and Yan Lin stared at the two unconsciously.

An Jinnian's moves are still his style, each move is simple but perfect, compared with the last time he fought with him, some changes have been made, this time the sharpness has a touch of stability, and the moves are more powerful.

It is extremely difficult to find flaws.

Although Guan Linyi's moves are complicated, they are slightly inferior.

Even though An Jinnian had the upper hand, he still felt that the moves were a bit weird, as if their power had been restrained.

An Jinnian is extremely competitive, and his improved sword moves will never be as powerful as before.It should be scarier and more destructive, and right now he feels like volley has cut a section of his move.

Yan Lin frowned, his first reaction was that this person didn't try his best, and he liked to play and hide.

Of course, this is his guess based on his understanding of two lifetimes. Although Guan Linyi is a swordsman, it is difficult to find it under An Jinnian's superb acting skills.

Or, it should be impossible to detect.

Especially when the improved versions of 'Zhishui' and 'Chengfeng' are used, the huge sword power makes the person who receives the move make a slight mistake, and they will die in hell.

After two moves, Guan Linyi was repelled three feet away.

Guan Linyi's gaze was like a torch, and he couldn't hide his excitement while holding Bai Hong's hand. He obviously lost, but it seemed like he had won something extraordinary.

"You are really good!"

An Jinnian put away his remnants, restrained his aura, and showed that gentle look again: "Senior brother, let me go."

The white rainbow returns to its sheath, and Guan Linyi's eyes are deep.

An Jinnian's sword moves are all taken from the basic sword skills, simple and unpretentious but profound in nature, no matter the sword moves or ideas are quite talented, if such geniuses stay in the sword gate for a long time, they will become great weapons in the future .

To put it bluntly, given time, this person might be the second sword ancestor, Shi Yuan.

However, in the final analysis, I should also thank the Yunjing faction for letting such a person out.

The two had a small fight, and Lin Zhong's sword intent had not dissipated, Yan Lin hid his doubts in his heart, and looked away lightly.

..........

While meditating, his consciousness was slackened, and after an unknown period of time, he drifted into a cloud of white mist in a trance.

That night in his sleep, he saw the snow peak, the courtyard jungle, and the snow scene in the courtyard. At this time, the silence was broken, the surrounding wind howled, visions were born, the sky was covered with thunder clouds, and the purple and golden thunder and lightning intersected each other, appearing and disappearing, like a Hitting it down must contain the power to destroy the world.

The purple gold thunder cloud, the thunder catastrophe of the Great Perfection during the period of crossing the catastrophe.

There are a total of seventeen thunderstorms, the first sixteen purple cloud thunders alternate with golden cloud thunders, hitting the body and soul respectively, using the purest thunder clouds to refine the foundation of a monk in the ascension realm.

And the last thunder, Zijin merged into one, and went down together to complete the final realm improvement.

The next moment, the screen turned, and he saw a tall and slender white figure, standing on a clearing in the back mountain, with his head slightly raised, his clothes and white hair were blown up by the strong wind, like a fairy who had gone away.

Those silvery eyes stared at the sky, originally deep eyes, dull and empty, there was only one person standing in the huge open space, the awe-inspiring back always felt a little more lonely and desolate for some reason.

In an instant, thunder roared, shaking the sky and shaking the earth, hitting people's ears heavily, and the heart jumped suddenly, as if resonating with the soul.

Shirai Shadow was unmoved, not even opening the barrier.

The heart beat three times, the first purple thunder struck him heavily, and the lightning wrapped around his body, the white clothes were instantly coated with a layer of purple, and the redundant lightning strikes formed a aftermath that violently lifted a layer of purple. Dust, spread out.

The first purple cloud thundered past.

The white-clothed monk resisted fiercely like this, and the thunder dissipated. He just frowned slightly, and his body didn't move a bit.

The second golden cloud thundered down.

Compared with the first cloud and thunder, it was much smaller, like a very thin line of cloud and smoke, lightly falling on the person.

The face of the person who was struck by lightning suddenly turned pale, his body shook, and he took a step back uncontrollably.

After a while, a trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

This golden cloud thunder fell on the soul, and with his cultivation level, it shouldn't be damaged by the first thunder.

Could it be that this person's mind and soul are damaged, dragging his wounds, and resisting?

Before he could think about it, clouds and thunder came down one after another, with such a mighty force that they wanted to crush this person alive.

For the first time, he felt that this heaven-reaching person also had such a small and fragile time.

After dozens of clouds and thunder passed by, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

Xuefeng Shengsheng was half destroyed.

This hilltop has lost its original appearance, surrounded by gravel and dust, the green color has disappeared, the white figure is crumbling, blood and traces of thunder are everywhere, he is very embarrassed, and the power of his soul is extremely fragile.

He can conclude that if the last blow falls, the tribulation must fail, and it will be wiped out in ashes!

How could this person be so weak——

He is a sword cultivator!How tenacious the soul is!How could it be shattered by the Zijin Transcending Tribulation Thundercloud!

He was full of doubts, but the last blow was merciless, the purple and gold two-color light won the victory, and the spiritual energy gathered and rushed to one place.

Yan Lin couldn't help looking at that person, maybe in a dream, something moved in his mind, and he flashed in front of him.

His white hair was disheveled, his handsome jade-like face was slightly lost in thought, his eyes were fixed on the void, his eyes were full of dead silence, and that ashen aura made his heart tense. This appearance is simply... wanting to die!

Perhaps because of his relationship and status in this life, Yan Lin was a little nervous, and stretched out his hand, wanting to push him, so that he would form a barrier to resist.

A dream is a dream after all.

The last blow fell, and the white light won. The intangible hand just hung in the air, unable to touch it.

The white shadow suddenly shattered like thousands of fragments——

Pupils shrink!

He opened his eyes suddenly, woke up from the dream, only the rustling of sycamore leaves could be heard in the silent surroundings, the roar in the dream was gone, but his mind was still unsteady, as if he had lingering fears.

How could he dream of Shi Yuan crossing the catastrophe.

Moreover, he failed to cross the catastrophe, and was wiped out——

Yan Lin swallowed his dry throat.

Is this a dream or...

He closed his eyes, and the shock in his eyes was still undecided, this could only be a dream, who was Shi Yuan, how could his mind and soul be unstable, and he failed to cross the tribulation.

Could it be that he became his apprentice, even dreaming is a demonic hindrance.

He took a deep breath, restrained his mind, and looked at the two people beside him, watching Linyi meditating with his eyes closed, the person who should be in front of him obliquely disappeared.

Just in case, he stood up and went to find someone.

The environment in the sycamore forest is single, and everywhere he goes is somewhat similar, so he can only follow his instinct to look for it.

He walked along a slightly wider path in the woods, looking at the place where the spiritual power fluctuated, and as expected, he saw someone's figure in front of a broken sycamore tree trunk.

The purple gowns stand with their backs facing each other.

But when the phoenix tree was looked at carefully, the part where it was cut was still fresh, obviously it had just been cut off not long ago.

Yan Lin's face darkened, and his footsteps slowed down. He could feel that the aura around him was very unstable.

Yan Lin called hesitantly: "Brother An?"

Hearing his voice, the figure in front paused, and after a while, slowly turned around, a few strands of hair fell messily from the forehead, looked at him coldly, his face was pale, and his deep eyes were bloodshot.

Yan Lin was taken aback.

This is--!

The blood vessels of the blood ghost are fluctuating!

Xueyou Jingpo is An Jinnian's unique blood mutation, which is usually extremely stable, but there must be potential danger of abnormal changes in the mutant blood, and An Jinnian is no exception.

Among the two lives, he also secretly met once in the second life.

When the blood ghost spirit changes, his consciousness will be confused, he can't tell the truth from reality, his behavior style is very different from his usual gentle appearance, and he becomes distinctly disgusted.

During that incident, he personally witnessed the confrontation between him and the Zhang clan in Yuanshan, and then the two sides made a big move. An Jinnian directly slaughtered the Zhang clan, dressed in red as if Shura had returned.

Yan Lin pursed her lips.

No wonder today when he competed with Guan Linyi, there was a little weirdness, it should be that he noticed the abnormal movement of the spirit, and his restraint was weak.

That being the case, it's only one night, so I might as well leave first.

Thinking that he didn't stop, he turned around directly and was about to leave, but the other party was extremely sensitive, and in a split second, he was caught by him, turned around and pressed against the tree trunk, pressing hard.

Yan Lin suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes.

The blood-colored eyes added a touch of evil to the handsome and gentle face, and the familiar smile was still on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes shone into the moonlight, carrying a penetrating chill.

He carefully looked at the people below him.

The shiny white hand touched his face, which was as cool as jade.

Yan Lin frowned, but didn't dare to move.

But that hand became even more unscrupulous, and slowly slid down, brushing over Adam's apple, neck, and even pulled open the collar in a mess, and lowered his head to kiss the collarbone.

The itching on the face, the touch on the Adam's apple, the coolness of the clothes being pulled open, and the warm touch of the collarbone at the end!

Yan Lin was shocked and pushed him away violently.

"presumptuous--!"

The opponent pulled back.

The two fell to the ground.

The purple figure pressed against the light blue person.

I saw him smiling slightly, lowering his head, and his scorching breath fell on his ears.

"Qing and Junior Brother... how about being my Taoist companion?"

The hand holding the shirt on his shoulder froze...