The morning rain in Weicheng is light dusty, and the green willows in the guest house are fresh. www.126shu.com
The drizzle is continuous and the air is fresh, but the location is Yangcheng.
Aside the willow trees outside the city, the stream flows leisurely, and the sound of the rustling sound is in line with the melody of the raindrops, as if it is brilliance, unimaginable glory, without a trace of fireworks, it falls silently towards Yan She.
This is the real flying immortal from the sky.
The sword light cut by a single edge was shattered in an instant, endless wind and waves swept across the world, pouring rain invaded the body, and the vast coldness enveloped the vitality.
Yan She did not move at all.
The dark eyes looked around calmly, letting the wind and rain blow, and not prosper in the changes, forgetting honor and disgrace, and escaping life and death.
“How can you cross the world? Take off your straw raincoat and let the turbid flow!”
A hidden sword light slashed out in the drizzle, facing the brilliant sword light that pierced, at an unimaginable angle.
Zhengjian!
The clear sword blades hit each other, and the low light sound echoed through the ages, as if passing through a page of history, such vicissitudes and such endlessness.
Hua Manlou didn’t want to know the result after the sword.
But the reason why the result is the result is that it will eventually be revealed and will tell the world.
The two figures holding the sword were less than one meter apart, looking at each other, staring at each other, silently.
Yan She gently put away the sword in his hand, “What a great move to fly from the sky, it’s really flawless.”
Ye Gucheng said, “But you broke it!”
After he finished speaking, a strand of hair fell on his ears, like a willow catkin, floating in the wind and rain.