The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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Xia Yi has been thick.

The banyan trees on both sides of the main street of Yecheng are more and more lush, and the sounds of the sings can be heard everywhere. The girls on the street cross the cool, and the tops of the tube tops are covered with pipa, and the slender arms are looming. The food stalls in the city sold honey chills and sautéed noodles. The boss stood on the side and greeted the guests with enthusiasm.

The small courtyard on the edge of the autumn lake, because of the shady, there are water waves and lake wind, in this summer, it is particularly cool.

The disciples of Yan Yashan are still going out very early today.

But perhaps it’s because there’s a particularly eye-catching test today, maybe it’s just a little brighter. When they walked down the street, they had a lot of eyes, and they looked at it in the dark.

The more Yin Yan raised his eyebrows, he could use the gods to isolate the prying, but he could not prevent others from falling on him.

From the time he went down to the present, he has already felt the trouble of this non-mainstream hair color. If he can, he still hopes to change back.

A battle with a realm gap is approaching, but he has a heart to think about it because his mood is comfortable and he is not worried.

Yin Yue is not the first game.

But many people know that he is leaving today. From the crowds under the ring, to the gambling houses in Yecheng, and even the four continents thousands of miles away, they have given this high attention.

Even the grandstand in the east has begun to reschedule the seats, because the new two-and-a-half-step elders, one from the Qingjian Swords, and the other from Yecheng.

They didn't show up in the past few days, but they appeared at this time, just like to see the white-haired boy out of the sword and came here specially.

This is naturally not because Yin Yin’s cultivation is a profound realm, but behind him is the back of the sword holy mountain.

The more you live for a long time, the more you like to think things complicated. Yan Huafeng has never participated in the Folding Party. This year has come. What does Juggernaut want to do?

The seniors sitting in the stands, drinking Junshan Yuncha tea in the lush shade of the trees, laughing and talking about the scenes in the clouds, looked at the group of young burdock-like young people, and finally waited for the boy to play. .

Yin Yue and He came to the stage to see the ceremony.

The last game of the other three platforms has just ended, and the deacons are busy publishing the results, cleaning up the venue and carrying people down.

The two of them came up early, no one shouted, but they stood opposite each other.

Since there are so many people watching, there is always something to say.

How come you feel indifferent, faintly open, "You are very good."

I heard that the other side has entered the world for three years, and it has arrived at the condensed state. Naturally, it is a good one.

Then he turned his head and said, "Unfortunately, luck is not good, so I am here."

The implication is that the first round of draws will be against yourself, and of course it is impossible to go on.

The audience was in awe.

But I can't hear the ridicule, because what comes from the point of being proud, there is indeed capital. In a single realm, he must be higher than Yin.

The people in the audience are talking about how to respond to the Juggernaut.

Luo Mingchuan's eyebrows are slightly sloppy, and the younger brother's character is simple. Where will he deal with this scene?

Duan Chongxuan’s face is also not good-looking. He now wants to stand on the stage and he is directly licking the other side’s blood!

Yin Yue did not speak.

He turned to the big banyan tree on the edge of the ring, and in the eyes of the public, he reached out and folded a lychee.

The wrists are shaking and the leaves are falling.

He turned back with the dead branches.

How come he understood what he meant and his face changed suddenly.

But quickly calmed down, indifferent,

"You don't take the sword now, and you won't have the chance to take the sword in the future."

Renewed!

"What does he want to do? Take a dead branch as a sword to cross the border?!"

"Juggernaut disciple... Is it so arrogant?!"

Yin Yin still did not speak.

He Yuguang saw the strong people sitting on the stage, and felt that two irresistible gods fell on him. If it is not his powerful spirit, he will be sensitive and even unable to feel at all. The knowledge of the great situation.

His real yuan can't be injected into the sword.

Perhaps Xiao Chengjing can't see the clue of his sword method. But he can't take risks in front of the Mahayana.

There is no choice, he fights with a branch.

Even though the ideas of this battle in the past few days have been invalidated.

He is so calm, falling in the eyes of everyone is arrogant, and it is an insult to fall in the eyes.

How come the face is slightly cold.

At this time, the deacons of the Qingjianjian faction came here, screaming, "Yuyashan Yinyue is more than Baozong."

The two sides have seen the ceremony long ago, so this fight begins directly.

The voice just fell, and the long sword at the waist was squirted out.

At the same time, a sword light appeared in more than ten feet!

Divided into eight, breaking the air at a rapid speed, the shrill and screaming swordsman rang through the wilderness!

The cyan halo that flows through the gossip runs over the entire ring.

Yin Yiyue’s eight retreats in the whole body were sealed, and no matter which position he was in, the other seven swords would arrive in an instant.

There are swords and gossips in it.

The face of the sword is as calm as water.

He waited too long for this moment, and he practiced this trick too well.

So that the time from the sword to the move, the short is almost non-existent.

His shot is the strongest trick!

The angle of the sword and the control of the real element are accurate to the slightest!

This shows that he is still calm when he is angry, and that he does not want to give Yin Yin any chance.

The people in the audience apparently did not expect the fighting rhythm to be so fast, and suddenly saw such a shocking sword, but forgot the words.

How will the Juggernaut disciple respond to this long-awaited sword?

Yin Yue did not have a sword.

He held the dead branches, his figure was faint, and he disappeared directly into the place.

The next moment, he appeared in the West. Then it was clear that it was two steps to the north, and the figure went straight back!

In such a fast Jianguang, he did not change his face, and he seemed to walk in a leisurely manner.

All the talents returned to God from the last sword, and they were amazed that this is the real bosom.

The gossip sword seen in the past few days has only its shape, compared with this sword, it is like a fake.

They neglected the more singular and inconspicuous body of Yin Yin, and they lamented that under the brilliance of this sword, the Juggernaut disciples did not dare to marry him.

But some people will not ignore it.

Yecheng, the half-step Mahayana in the stands, worshipped, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly smiled, and the fine wrinkles at the end of his eyes stretched out.

He lamented with a look of nostalgia. "It’s been a long time since I saw the mountain..."

The stepping mountain river is the body of the village when walking in the middle of the land.

Everyone knows that Mr. Space is unparalleled in space. Many people have forgotten that before he mastered the mystery of space, he used the ‘stepping mountain river’.

This kind of body is not a secret, but there are very few people who learn. Because of the need for powerful computing power, each step counts to a thousand steps, accompanied by intense consumption of the gods.

So until the details of the footwork in the library building are full of ash, no one learns it.

But Yin Yin used it today. Used in combat to calculate the position of the opponent's falling sword.

In front of the Qingjian sword, the distance left by the people spontaneously, the Song dynasty of the ink robes praised, "The name is not false."

If you face this sword yourself, you can of course use the sword and the realm to suppress each other, but you can't avoid it like this.

The mountain around him was the same, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Everyone saw that there was a sword that ran through Changhong, and Yin Yin was forced to retire. Naturally, this sentence is a tribute to the sacred sword of Park Zong.

The sword has been exhausted, and Yin Yin has gone eight steps.

Everyone noticed that there were eight shallow nicks on the platform, and the stone smashed down.

There is a protective array on the stage. If such a sword mark falls on the body, it can even cut the meridians.

However, Yin Yue has completely avoided it, so it is equally impressive.

Why did you not think that this sword would be avoided?

However, he is the leader of the younger generation of Bao Puzong. One of the ‘Baopu Seven Sons’ is naturally impossible to have only one sword.

And Yin Yue, it is impossible to avoid every sword.

So don't wait for Yin Yi to stand firmer, why not wave your sword again!

This sword is not fast, and even the path of the sword can be clearly seen.

There is no sword light that flies out, and there is no gossip rune.

He came to the sword in his hand, tapped on the toes, and stabbed forward with the sword!

He is like a white crane with a volley and fluttering wings. His figure rises high and is extremely light!

"A good ‘上青云’!”

The person who spoke was a predecessor, Emperor Baozong, and the pro-disciples who stood behind him echoed.

Good wind relies on strength to send me to Qingyun.

'上青云' is the light-weight method of Bao Puzong. How can he be so perfect in the battle with such a fierce battle, not only is Bao Puzong proud, but even the disciple of the Qingjian sword school. I also admire.

Just then, something even more shocking happened.

The sword in his hand, reflecting the bright daylight of the summer, seems to be burning!

The disciple who is closest to Taiwan has already felt a heat wave and has come through the protective array.

The banyan tree on the side of the platform, the branches and leaves were rolled up by the heat waves, and even the blue smoke emerged.

Where the sword passes, the real yuan is so majestic, all the wild are burning!

According to the tip of the sword, it is a white-haired boy holding a dead branch.

The elders who have already taken a small ride in the stands feel sorry for Yin Yi. "The talent is good, the body is fast, but the gap in the realm is really like a gap in the sky.

Almost everyone thinks this way.

When he came out of the sword, Yin Yin had already lost.

Because this is not just a sword, the entire platform has been in the sword!

What kind of body can I completely avoid this sword?

Only step down.

Luo Mingchuan's face is unchanged, but the palm of his hand is soaked with cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, the more Yin Yin did not move, he raised the dead branches in his hands.

He has already verified the conjecture in his heart, naturally he is going to have a sword.

Bao Pu seven sons are not to make up the number of people, they are seven, plus a strong, is a gossip sword array.

The embarrassment of the main battle, perhaps an elder, perhaps the head. Dry for the sky, the stronger the cockroach, the greater the power of the sword.

And where is the ‘away 卦’.

Because of the eight sword marks in the past, the dry three companies, Kun six broken, shocked and smashed, smashed the bowl, away from the imaginary, full of ridges, against the lack of, smashed. The departure is most clear.

It is a fire.

His strongest sword is from the fire.

Why is it broken?

It is cold water.

The most familiar sword of Yin Yi is the cold water sword.

He just lifted the dead branches and the heat wave stopped.

A pure chill, overflowing from the branches.

The disciples under the stage, surprised to find that there was a cool feeling in the wind!

Emperor Bao Puzong raised his brow, and the disciples of Yan Yashan were full of surprises, and the direction of the Qingjian sword was narrowed.

The Yecheng offering is always a smile.

Many people think that when the battle comes to an end, the battle has just begun.

Just because Yin Yin is raising his wrist.

How come the face is unchanged, the sword has been pushed to the extreme! A cluster of fires appeared at the tip of the sword!

He pretended to be more and more changeable, so he would not give his opponent a second of time.

But instead of a second, the Yin Yue sword has become a trend.

The strongest cold water sword, the fastest stepping mountain river!

Chill up!

On the stone bench in midsummer, a thin layer of frost is condensed!

However, this is only the case, how is it enough? !

His sword is the opposite of the hurdle.

Everyone saw that the dead branches were sharply stabbed to the flames of the other side, and they would strike with Jianfeng!

In the end, it was wonderfully falling on where to come!

"laugh!……"

Extremely accurate!

Straight into the right shoulder!

The real element of the obstacle-protected body was so broken by a dead branch.

How to maintain the posture of the sword, but the flame on the sword suddenly extinguished. Such as the glory of his eyes.

He slowly bent down and tried to control his not showing the pain, and eventually coughed up a blood.

The hot blood fell on the frost and burned two holes in an instant.

He looked at the frost and the blood, until now, still do not know why he lost.

Before the distinction, the other party only had to escape under his own sword.

How can he have a loophole in his fire?

Does the other person know more about the Eight Diagrams sword than himself?

This is impossible.

The disciples in the audience are silent.

It was because of shock. The battles have been twisted and twisted, completely breaking their previous cognitive range.

If you want to have a strong sword, you can pierce the real element of the obstacle-protected body. They can't think about it.

The seniors in the stands are silent because of respect.

The rhythm of this battle has been in the hands of Yin Yiyue from the very beginning. However, he was willing to be initially suppressed by the other's sword until he found the way to break the sword.

In the younger generation, it is a matter of respect that has such a good life in the kendo.

Yin Yin took out the dead branches and dripped blood on the branches.

He came to kneel and fell to the ground.

Then, the white-haired boy asked,

"Why are you coming?"

After asking him to drop the dead branches, he stepped down from the path.

Why bother?

This is the first sentence that Yin Yin said from the time he came to power.

There are only four words, but it is a name with a surname. It is like responding to the initial standing here, the other party’s phrase 'bad luck'.

He didn't say it before, not because there is nothing to say. I feel that it is not necessary.

I am here to defeat you, not to chat, let alone we are not familiar with.

So there is no need to say it to you, and there is no need to say it to everyone.

I will fight and then break the sword to win, that's it.