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

On the sea of ​​clouds where the banquet forest disappeared, Shi Yuan stood in the sky.

The complicated white clothes fluttered in the wind, and the two silver embroidered belts around the waist were slightly longer than the clothes, like the two feathers of a silver phoenix, entangled with the corners of the clothes, the white hair flew up, and the eyes were cold.

The quiet eyes stared at a piece of blue, the surging sea of ​​clouds, and the gorgeous golden light, and the light in the eyes dimmed.

I can't feel any breath...

Shi Yuan's brows froze, and the two fingers of his right hand were put together, a touch of blue spiritual power was touched on the fingertips, and the spiritual power was lifted outwards, and a golden light appeared in the chest cavity with a flip of the palm.

The two sword eyebrows frowned slightly, a sore spot flashed across his indifferent face, and his face turned slightly pale.

Tempering the soul...the blood of the soul...

As the fingertips moved upwards, the golden light in the body moved along with it, until it stopped at the forehead, and the three sword patterns that were originally hidden appeared at this moment, and the golden light directly attached to it.

The three silver sword patterns are dyed with a touch of gold, and the gold and silver meet, adding a sense of mystery.

The dark and deep sword eyes closed, all the sounds in the ears gradually faded away, and the spiritual consciousness spread like light in an instant, looking for something to catch...

On the other side, the man in black cast down the dark curtain that was originally covered, and the room became dark again.

But there was a heavy breathing sound in the silent room.

Yan Lin leaned on his arm, his long black hair was like a half-covered shawl, sparsely covering half of his body, a few strands fell on his cheeks, his eyelids drooped slightly, and the tip of his nose was filled with warm breath, mixed with the Sweet taste.

Now that his spiritual power has been sealed, he has no way to resist the overbearing medicinal properties of this poison. He can only act like a mortal and let him wreak havoc.

But now, the scorching dryness is burning in his dantian, and his consciousness is becoming more and more difficult to control.

If this continues, he will lose consciousness sooner or later...

At this moment, an extremely soft silver light emerged from Yan Lin's body, enveloping him all over. The person who was still lingering just now, now has a trace of holy contradiction. The sword pattern also began to loom.

Seeing this, the man in black at the side took two steps forward, the corners of his lips slightly raised under the ghostly face, and his eyes were full of light.

This sword pattern...

It is the origin of the sword heart of "Heavenly Stems", the three pure sword intents.

In the void, the closed eyes of the man in white suddenly opened, and there was a moment of determination in the condensed silver pupils.

The next moment, Jianxiu in white turned his head to look at a place in the left rear, his distant eyes passed through the calm clouds, and he held his right hand, and a pitch-black long sword appeared in his hand.

Lifting up the spiritual power, with a wave of the sharp-edged long sword, a bright white sword light spread out, and the huge spiritual power and sword intent instantly cut through the thick white clouds, as cold and domineering as if cutting the sky in half!

Suddenly, there was a sound of broken porcelain!

With a bang, the huge and transparent barrier instantly shattered into thousands of tiny fragments, dissipating into the air like the light of sparks falling from fireworks.

Black light appears.

This is the teleportation array hidden behind.

Shi Yuan didn't stop, and entered in an instant.

At the same time, the man in black stared at the three sword patterns on Yan Lin's forehead, feeling very happy.

Seeing that it's time, he raised his hand and extinguished the incense in the incense burner beside him: "It seems that the young master has lost the game, and your good master... has been found."

The movement of the direct-inherited sword pattern means that the person who passed the pattern is looking for the call and sensing his location.

Yan Lin was well aware of this, his eyes moved slightly, a complicated dark light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, there was no joy on his face, but rather gloomy and ugly.

"However, the action is so fast, it saves me to find someone to attract him, but the sword ancestor is coming, I have to go to greet him."

"The young master excuse me first." The man in black gave a dignified salute while speaking.

After the salute, the man in black raised his feet and walked out, his pace was not too fast or slow, even if he was about to face No.1 in the heaven, he didn't have the slightest worry or fear, he was very calm and composed.

Yan Lin looked at the people who left, closed his eyes, and no longer restrained his suppressed breathing. Unlike the thin red on his face, those dark eyes were cold and indifferent.

He may have another option...

The white teeth bit his thin lip, and bright red blood came out, and the pain made him wake up a lot.

On the mountainous Cuihai mountain, the sky is bright and the wind is clear, and it is a beautiful scenery. A silver light flashes across the silent blue sky, and the sound of contention sounds, startling a group of birds.

The bottomless eyes, as deep as a secluded pool, stared at the mountains in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the invisible sword energy spread around him, like a wave of water.

The transparent enchantment hidden in front has nowhere to hide, and it suddenly appears.

Huge, like a natural hood, enclosing the entire mountain, Shi Yuan raised his sword hand, let go, and Zhewu floated in the air in front of his palm.

Lie Lie with wide sleeves, with his right hand in his hand, Zhewu flew towards the barrier at high speed like a sharp arrow, the pitch-black blade glowed with white light, and brought out a fierce wind, which seemed to have an incomparable potential to break through.

But when Zhewu flew close, there was a bang, and a flash of fire flashed, Zhewu flipped around a few times and was blocked back.

Shi Yuan fixed his eyes and saw a little flexible starlight appearing and disappearing in front of him, which was extremely agile.

"Senior is coming here, I'm sorry to welcome you!"

A deep and unrestrained voice came from far to near, and a person flew out of the barrier, wearing a dark satin dress, with a white ghost face, he flew to the front not far from Shiyuan, with awe-inspiring aura.

Shi Yuan squinted his eyes, staring at the starlight, his eyes darkened.

In today's world, there are only a handful of spiritual weapons that can stop Zhewu who is going all out.

Looking at it with deep eyes, he said in a deep voice: "...Linglong Arrow..."

The man in black smiled brightly.

"Senior has good eyesight."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and the starlight drew a meandering trajectory, flew towards him happily, and landed obediently on the palm of the man in black.

Maybe it was staying in the master's hand, the starlight finally showed its original shape, a small and exquisite arrow was wrapped in a cluster of bright starlight, it seemed to be made of black silver, but it seemed to be transparent, like glass .

Although the shape is petite, it has a sharp and awe-inspiring aura, as proud as the highest and purest snowflake on the top of the mountain.

Linglong little arrow, one thought breaks the gods——

The legendary hidden weapon.

Just being blocked, Zhewu felt dissatisfied, how could the pride of the ancient artifact be compromised by others, and immediately argued in Shiyuan's hands, shaking and wanted to fly out again and fight it.

Shi Yuan didn't let go, just glanced coldly, being held in the hands of the master, he could naturally sense his emotions, Zhewu immediately withered down and stopped clamoring.

Looking at the man in black with condensed eyes, he was silent without saying a word. The huge aura of crossing the catastrophe poured out around the two of them. Linglong Arrow also felt something. The starlight dimmed a little and remained motionless.

Leaving aside the coercion of this tribulation period, Shi Yuan is a swordsman. His silent aura makes people feel surrounded by thousands of sharp blades. Ordinary people have long retreated three feet in fear, but this man in black is standing in front of him. Wei Ran didn't move under his gaze, and he didn't see a trace of weakness.