What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Naturally, Shui Lian didn't know what Xu Chuilu had done to his sword. He only roughly guessed that the other party was trying to increase his chances of winning by using tricks such as illusions, but she couldn't even be called a warrior, so how could she understand the difference between heaven and earth? It is not at all that such a small trick can be blurred.

However, it was precisely because of this "ignorance" that she came out to speak for herself and gave him that expectant and encouraging look.

He held the long sword that was shining like a brocade, and under the persistence in his eyes was the helplessness that fluttered.

He didn't want to face such a troublesome enemy at all-there was nothing more stupid than hitting a stone with a pebble or feeding a tiger with meat.He is not a good person, not a chivalrous man, and he has no courage to fight against the world. He is just a villain who adapts to the wind and makes the best use of the situation. Into a reward.

With his cunning and cunning and this skin, people think he is weak, well-behaved, gentle and obedient, so as to lure others to do those difficult and difficult things, and then he can stand on the side of the abyss and stretch out a hand for those who climb up. With one hand, he handed over a glass of water, calmly and gracefully distributing the fruits of the other party.

However, after coming to the Unfeeling Sect, he never got such a cheap price again. He wasted so much time and energy, had enough food and clothing, and seemed to have endless errands and chores of the sect... that's all , who told him to choose Xiao Fangdao, who told him that the number one devil in the world was so kind to him—that he could no longer be a deserter or a coward.

He can't beat Bai Xingyun.

Yes, he knew it, but he still yelled at him in this lonely and arrogant manner, it was just... as stupid as that girl Fengfu.

A great sadness filled his chest.

And now, he couldn't even shed tears, couldn't cry.

This grievance turned into a sorrowful sword intent, and he suddenly drew his sword before he had any intention of retreating.

At that moment, he saw Bai Xingyun's snow-skinned and flowery appearance reflected on the edge of Lingling's sword, and the snake scale-like radiance blended with it to form a beautiful swamp of multicolored gold.

Embedded in the astonishingly gorgeous color are Bai Xingyun's dark green pupils and bluish red cinnabar. The demon and Buddha are one, and the gods have fallen into demons.

He quickly turned to hit the opponent's waist and abdomen, not daring to meet his gaze again.

The soft sword made a clanging sound, his sword was usually light and agile, like a flying dragon or a flying phoenix, but at this moment he had to pour all his internal energy into it to make it resonate like a pillar.

Because, Bai Xingyun's exercises are too strong.

It was a kind of masculinity and majesty that was completely opposite to his appearance—the one living in Yuque Qiong Palace was not a frost-haired white crane, but a three-legged red crow burning with fierce flames.

His sword cannot damage it, just as soft silk cannot carve hard jade.

Yinhe Jian was originally best at using softness to overcome rigidity, but the encounter between rigidity and softness that was too disparate became his wishful thinking.

His chopping, chopping, picking, and stabbing were all blocked by the golden embroidered robe.

The opponent didn't break the soft sword, but destroyed his sword power from the very beginning.

Bai Xingyun was unarmed, and only used his body to avoid it. Between the two white shadows interlaced, he smiled wildly: "What about a snake?"

Shui Lian was startled, and immediately understood what he meant.

This is an arrogant and frank reminder - Bai Xingyun is about to fight back.

But what if he knew?Could it be possible to abandon the sword and surrender at this moment?

He retracted the chaotic momentum of the sword, gathered all his strength at the end, and stabbed with concentration.

This sword strike is fierce, it cannot be compared with before, Bai Xingyun must meet head-on.So he raised his hand, and the jade-like finger bones stretched towards the sword point like flowers, broken branches, and snowflakes——

Shui Lian sneered, grabbed the sword with his bare hands, and was extremely rampant.

But in the next moment, his expression froze, and Bai Xingyun's movements also stopped.

Between Qingfeng's cold blade, a cloud of black smoke actually rose, this thick black was extremely eye-catching against the white clothes of these two.

Bai Xingyun gave up touching with his hands, but the sword was unavoidable, so he had to block it with his arms and sleeves. Although this block did not damage his skin, it caused the silver thread of his clothes to burst, and the peony on the cuff suddenly lost a petal.With luck, he retreated three feet, and said angrily: "You actually used poison to plot against you!"

Shui Lian was no less frightened than he was, and was even more annoyed when he heard his slander: "It's clear that you burned my sword, and you're still talking nonsense—"

He felt a wave of heat coming back from the sword edge, and Bai Xingyun's inner strength was so fierce, so he came up with this guess.

But soon he realized something was wrong.

Not only did the black mist on the sword not dissipate, but it became more and more powerful because of its movements. They evaporated from the blade, leaping about like living creatures.

The scene was so surreal and bizarre, he had never seen it in his life.

He restrained his trembling right arm, recalled Xu Chuilu's expression, recalled the phantasm of that day, and temporarily suppressed the shock.

At least, he knew it was an illusion, but the other party didn't know it.

In the hazy black mist, Shui Lian's brows and eyes were also stained with an evil spirit. Holding up his long sword, he circulated his sword intent to drink the river, and launched a blow that seized the sky with the raging waves pouring in.

Bai Xingyun thought about being dragged by the mist, so he didn't dare to force it, so he had to step back and dodge.

Sword moves can be avoided, but people cannot avoid being contaminated by the mist that lives like a swimming snake.The black mist fell on his body without much feeling and no smell, but after it dissipated, it left a water mark on his clothes - a colorless water mark.

Not long after, his whole body was covered with such sputtering wet marks.

Shui Lian's sword style became faster and more urgent, sharper and sharper, and sharper and fiercer. He was immersed in the murderous intent, ignoring the sounds other than the sound of the sword.

But Bai Xingyun, Fengfu, Xuanjian and the disciples of the two factions watching the battle all heard that voice without exception.

The torrent is fierce, and the foam is rushing, like a dragon and a tiger clamoring, like a river god's anger.

His sword intent condensed into the essence of clear water, making the roaring sound of mighty rivers.

……

Xu Chuilu finally found out that everyone's reaction was a little abnormal. Although the current scene is a bit mysterious, it doesn't have to be as dead and silent as seeing a ghost in the daytime, right?At least the disciples of the Unfeeling Sect should be happy for Bai Xingyun's embarrassment, right?

After a long time, she heard Xuan Jian beside her calmly murmuring: "Wu Que..."

No Que?

Is it the rumored uncoveted supreme martial arts?

Why did Xuanjian suddenly mention this?

Before she could think about it, a new change appeared in the battle between the two.

Bai Xingyun's robe was stained by the water and was no longer clean and smooth, but he was not angry at all, instead Shui Lian showed a smile of joy: "Master Shui, I have lost."

Shui Lian stood with her sword in her hand, her strength still intact, when she heard him admit defeat, she frowned in surprise: "You..."

He took a step forward and raised his sleeve to show the scars on it: "Unexpectedly, after Lou Yuge, the first person I saw to cast Wuque——is you."

"?!"

When Shui Lian heard those two words, she suddenly lost her strength and dropped her sword.

Bai Xingyun smiled slowly: "I thought there was some secret reason why Xiao Fangdao never used Wuque... Now it seems that she is just good at hiding. And you want to win me so much that you are so impatient. "

"..."

Shui Lian's face turned blue.

What technique did he use just now?If it was mistaken for the mental method contained in the Wuque Book, how should he explain it to the Suzerain?Wuque is a taboo that the Unfeeling Sect must never touch.

"Headmaster Bai's mind is probably mixed with water. Except for my suzerain, there is no one in this world—"

"Anyway, it's a surprise to see Master Shui's demeanor today. If I'm not mistaken, you've studied the volume 'He Zhan'." Bai Xingyun's smile continued, but his voice turned cold. It seems that Xiao Fangdao snatched it from the master."

"..."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as it is still there, there will always be a day when it will return to its original owner."

Shui Lian laughed back angrily: "When did Wu Que Pu become yours? The main building, Yu Ge, died, and it was transferred to someone's hands. Everyone depends on his own ability. He is so shameless when he is inferior to others—"

Murderous intent arose in Bai Xingyun's eyes.

Shui Lian was about to pick up the sword, but was snatched away by a loud drink from Lang Ran.

"Shui Lian, how can you be so rude when a distinguished guest comes to visit?"

The voice came from a distance, but it was still clear in my ears.

A touch of crimson is carved into the dim sky with the speed of the wind, and the beauty of Lihuo is blended into the white Liulan, green autumn forest, and dark crowd.

It was the bloody setting sun among the raging crows.

Also - Xiao Fangdao.

The hazy moisture in her hair has not dissipated, and even a few strands of black hair are still reluctant to leave her neck and cheeks, moistening with fragrance and attachment.Her outer clothes were not tied, and she fluttered in the daze of everyone with her lightness of Lingfeng Treading Clouds.

Everything on her body is releasing the coquettish charm of a beautiful woman.

Only the sword in hand is not.

On the contrary, the sword resolutely destroyed all charm and reverie.

Xiao Fangdao's sword fell in front of Bai Xingyun's eyes - it was too close, so close that it occupied the entire line of sight of those eyes.

"Teacher Bai's clothes are so dirty, don't you mind if I clean it up for you?"

she asked politely.

But her sword never makes sense.

Bai Xingyun wants to take a knife——Facing such a powerful enemy, he must seek support.He has a five-foot seedling knife, which shines brightly, as evil and soft as its owner.

But he only touched the hilt of the knife, just like the Enke only touched the clothes of the beautiful woman in the tent, the latter is regrettable, and the former is also regrettable.

It is certainly a pity to lose a good night, but it is the greatest regret to lose one's life.

Jianguang is much faster than Chunguang.

His sword was not out of its sheath, but her sword was already in its sheath.

Bai Xingyun raised his head, suddenly he was glad that it was still on his neck.

Xiao Fangdao dusted off the dust between his fingers, with an unsatisfied smile: "You're welcome."

A coolness penetrated his skin.

His clothes were clean, because Xiao Fang's sword gouged out all the water stains.

Yes, there is no more rags in the world than this one.

Bai Xingyun recast his smile: "Sect Master Xiao... unexpectedly came out for me?"

Xiao Fangdao slightly raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you come all the way here just for the 'He Zhan' volume? It's a pity that as I said earlier, I have already burned Wu Que Pu."

"But Sect Master Xiao has a photographic memory, doesn't he?"

Xiao Fangdao nodded: "Since you want so much... I will grant He Zhan an ordinary disciple of our sect now, and you can learn from it, how about it?"

Bai Xingyun couldn't believe it: "Really?"

Xiao Fangdao didn't answer, turned around and said to everyone: "Who wants to learn? Stand up now, and I will teach it."

Silent.

Xu Chuilu rolled his eyes.

Don't covet Wuque's score has been written in the door rules, this wave of fishing law enforcement is really bait and salty, okay?

The author has something to say: Xu: (sympathy) Yumen disciples must protect themselves outside.