A silver sword, I don't know when it appeared in Ye Liangchen's hand, constantly making a harsh bee.

The sword is in the hand, Ye Liangchen seems to have changed a person, and the whole body is full of lameness, which is constantly rising, and the lame monk is covered with it.The lame monk felt the danger, did not dare to be big, the scepter swayed slightly, released his own spatial law, in the middle of the whole courtyard, with the lame monk as the center to form a dark space.

This is a law space that does not belong to the human world, this is a space belonging to the lame monk.

Ye Liangchen holds the long sword, and I don't want to think that a trick of flying immortals outside the sky, carrying countless real worlds and yuan, leaping into the dark space.

In the dark space, the stinging, the sound of the sacrum, is endless.

The people turned away, fearing that they would harm the fish.

The air I released touched the edge of space, and it was like a stone cow falling into the sea, swallowed up.

The two fought until thirty or forty strokes, and the lame monk's space grew larger and larger, occupying half the courtyard.

One is one of the six gods who came down from the underworld, and the other is the martial arts master at the highest level of the world.I can't see through it outside, but I can feel the real fluctuation at the edge of space.The power of heaven and earth flows into the space.

The two more bravely fought the war, the more the change, the more diseased the speed.

Within the space, a thunder came.In the darkness, a glimmer of light began.The space in the underworld was cut out of a gap.

More and more light is coming out of space.But between a few breaths, the dark space became porous.

The two figures became more and more clear, Ye Liangchen was bathing in blood, and the moves were more and more slow, but their eyes became more and more clear.Ye Liangchen's long sword in his hand, in a limited space illusion out of dozens of swords, the lame monk forced the company back.

This is the real sky!

At that time, Ye Liangchen and Zhao Tiantian fought, which was just a gimmick performance, and Ye Liangchen did not exert all efforts.Now he uses his law space to harden the underworld of lame monks into debris.

More and more people poured into the body of Ye Liangchen, dozens of swords and stumps in the raging light, gradually gathered into a sword shadow, vaguely with the long sword in the hands of Ye Liangchen.

The Sword Soul!

The three common sayings, the dragon and tiger mountain sword method practice to the limit, the sword can live the soul, as the heart to go, can cast demons.Ye Liangchen was the head of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Road, and the sword art of practice was the star of all evil demons.

The sword is like a soul, the soul is like a sword.

Ye Liangchen jumped out of the sky, a sword waved out, and then a churning, supported by a long sword, fell to the ground.

The lame monk let out a howl, and the scepter fell outside.

The sword cut off the lame monk's left arm.

Ye Liangchen gasped, looking at the lame monk, disdainful, on this ability, but also want to make any waves in the world.The lame monk showed the vile color, but lost the fighting power.When Ye Liangchen raised his sword to kill the lame monk, the lame monk's mouth showed a strange smile.

I felt the danger, shouting, brother, be careful!

The sword did not fall.

A long sword came out of the chest.

Amitabha, a white-clad monk appeared in front of everyone, and it was the white-clad monk who had a side relationship in Yunqing Lake that day was anaemic.

I roared, a wave of anger over the heart, the force of blood-eating the blood of the body filled the whole body in an instant, making the true force of twelve percent, and stabbed the anemia.The anaemia monk flashed slightly and instantly moved a few feet away.

Brother Ye!

I held the leaf, the blood on my chest stained his robes, and the blood oozing in my mouth screwed his beard together.

Master!

The little boy saw all this in the house and made a tearing cry.

Ye Liangchen smiled on his face, saying that the little brother, I did my best.

I was in tears, shaking my head, why would I?

All along, although I was in line with Ye Liangchen, he was like three common people in my heart, and he was also a friend.When I first entered Beijing, I had no other friends besides Liu Qingfeng, and I used to pass the time in the heavenly teacher's house every time, chatting, fighting, and playing chess.

In my heart, the Heavenly Master's House is like a darts bureau, which is my second home.In the most difficult days in Chicago, I found the joy of life here.Ye Liangchen is also one of my most respected elders in addition to the three customs.

I felt the constant loss of life from Ye Liangchen's body, and my heartache was like a knife.

Ye Liangchen leaned on my shoulder and smiled, silly child, because you are my brother.

Ye Liangchen's body became more and more weak, and he forced a package into my arms and said that this was the gift I gave you.The brother has been avoiding harm all his life, and has not done anything great, just afraid to go over there, and he has no face to see his grandfather.He said, coughing up, just coughing without strength.

With a roar, the door of the study was knocked open, the child rushed out, holding Ye Liangchen in pain, Master, you don't want to go, I will never be lazy again, and I will not steal your wine.

Ye Liangchen touched the head of the little boy and said that your homework was done?The child's eyes are red, nod his head, and finished, I will show you.He said, running back to the room, holding the hand copy of the Moral Sutra, Tao, you see.

Ye Liangchen nodded, good boy, be good people, do good things.I said, slowly closing my eyes.

I let out a burst of torn heart and lungs, my eyes were red, I picked up the long sword on the ground, I was angry, I looked at the anemia monk and the lame monk, and today let the two of you pay with blood and blood.

These two are the six gods of the underworld, the martial arts are close to the realm of heaven and man, under the wrath, I do not care, I will concentrate my whole body on the sword on the long sword, cast the 12th style of the Wanjian River and the mountain, and the sword belongs to one.

A blazing breath spewing out of the sword, I rushed to the two of them.

The anemone monk smiled, stretched out his right hand, and caught my long sword with two fingers.

The sword was trapped and could not advance half a minute, and I detonated the blood drop of the spirit and stimulated the whole body.Although the sword is trapped, the sword is excited, and the anemone monk presses the thumb of the left hand on the sword, the sound of the voice, and abandon the sword.

A sharp breath poured into the body of the sword, I turned over the river inside, I endured the pain, but always refused to let go.

Anemia monk, the death does not change.

Wow, a mouthful of blood, sprayed on the sword, but I gritted my teeth and refused to let go.

The pain is extreme, it is numbness.

My eyes were on fire, staring at the anemia monk.

This white-clad monk came down to the underworld, almost the realm of the heavenly people, between me and his realm, like the difference between the clouds and mud, it is reasonable to say that it has already been defeated, but I am with the breath of my heart, stirring the whole body, and against him.

The anaemia monk finally impatient, Tao, stubborn!

A great dark force poured into me.

This force is in the body, the whole body meridians are like burning, and between a few breaths, the root of the whole body is broken.In Dantian, the blood drops of the spirited blood seemed to be stimulated, suddenly swelled up, lost the meridian, and burned like a raging fire between the blood veins of the whole body.

Bombing.

A thunderstorm in the sea, I fainted.

When he woke up, he heard someone talking.

This person's whole meridian is broken, and he has no different from the waste, and he really can't understand what is the use of keeping him.

Keep him alive, brother ordered, this man is still useful.

Strangely, with such a serious injury, this boy has not died yet, and his life is really hard enough.

Hmmm, the man's life was big, not long ago let him escape, and now he caught his apprentice, see that he still dare not dare to go with the tortoise, hiding and refusing to appear.This time, he must have broken his body, for this moment, I endured twenty-three years.

When I woke up, I found that my whole body could not move, and there was darkness all around, and I did not know where I was.

After a moment, my eyesight gradually recovered, and through the weak fluorescence, I looked around.I found myself trapped in a dark space with simple bandages.

Try luck, but find that the body is empty.Tan Tian, the blood droplet becomes more and more red, slowly rotating, releasing silk energy, maintaining a ray of life.Slowly, I felt my legs and feet feel it, and my body moved slightly.

There was a cold and old voice in his ear.

Are you awake?

I asked, who are you?Where is this?

The sound is hoarse, this is the palace.We are under the palace.

The palace?I was surprised, why am I here?Is there no office under the palace?I tried to sit up and look around, empty, and found no one.

You don’t have to work hard, you can’t see me.

I asked who you are?

The voice is a little self-deprecating, who am I?For years, I forgot who I was.I remember the last time someone called me a name, it seems to be called a broken wind.

tetanus?I wonder, then, do you have two brothers named diphtheria and whooping cough?

The voice was dumb and laughing, you still have the mood to joke, it seems that your boy can't die.The old man broke the wind, not the tetanus.

The long wind?

I suddenly flashed an idea in my heart, the demonic god two hundred years ago?Before Lu Chunyang flew up, the magic idea of a sword beheaded?Has it been hidden under the palace for so many years?

I asked, are you a wizard?

The long wind laughed, and less than two hundred years later, someone remembered the old man.

At that time, you had not been self-immolated, and the road was gone?

Hmmm, the soul is gone, when Lu Chunyang used a shocking array to trap me under the palace, how can he not want my soul to disappear!I practiced for more than 200 years, and I had the opportunity to break the palace, but I was cut down by a sword, and I waited for 23 years.

I said you were unlucky, and I was driven crazy.But then again, why can’t I see you?

A mutilated shadow dandelion dandeled in front of me, the man shrouded in the dark shadow, the five senses were blurred, and he could not see the appearance.I was cold in my heart, surprised, you are not a human being?

Black Shadow is angry, your mother's is not a person!Oh, forgive me for the vulgar words, no one has come to me for too long.

The sight of the light began to light up, and the wind was broken, and the dawn was dawn.He said, “There’s a shadow of the dark, inside a shaster.”

This earth palace is seven or eight feet high, about ten acres of height, surrounded by stone walls, engraved with some strange stripes, it should be some kind of strange formation, it is this kind of formation, the broken wind trapped in the palace, can not go out.

He stood up, and a package in his bosom fell to the ground, and it was the one that Ye Liangchen shoved into my arms that day.I picked it up and opened the package, which contained a book, a disc, and a letter.

The disc is made of ink jade, engraved with similar runes on the stone wall.Just in the middle of the disc, there is a small hole the size of a pigeon egg.

The book is wrapped in kraft paper, on the top of the page, written a line of words, in the days of the Central Plains as a national teacher, Ye Liangchen.I opened it, but it was a memoir of Ye Liangchen's memoirs for the past 20 years.

The owner of the book has gone, and I am sad in my heart, and I have closed the book.

Then look at the letter, which reads four words of the three views and kisses, and my heart mourns, opens the letter, the letter is headless, and it reads eight large words.

Not broken, the middle way.