The clouds are deep and there is no place to know, and the fog is rippling.

No one expected that just because he was slightly stunned, the monk Samantabhadra, who held several spiritual weapons in the Daguangming Temple and a magic weapon that had already been psychic, was directly smashed into the mortal world by Chen Tongxuan and fell down the canyon. The bright Buddha light on his body was broken like glass, and the blood was soaked in the cassock, leaving a faint Buddha light, but it was like a return to the light.

The land of Longyuan is located on the edge of Qijiang River, surrounded by long rivers, and between the canyons, there is always fog. Samantabhadra is like a green lamp emitting a faint light passing by in the night sky. Chen Tongxuan looked at Samantabhadra who was getting smaller and smaller, and sent a message to Gu Qingci, saying, "This little girl is not weak, but Brother Gu, don't worry, I will pay attention to your side at any time."

Gu Qingci pondered and said in a voice: "Thank you, Brother Chen!"

Chen Tongxuan's white hair was a little abrupt, but at this moment, it seemed as if it was natural, floating slightly. Chen Tongxuan broke through the air and chased the canyon, disappearing in an instant. The sound of the turbulent rivers came faintly, and there was some fluctuation between the clouds and mist.

Gu Qingci can imagine that Samantabhadra's situation may be very sad!

Chen Tongxuan has never let down his word Tongxuan. The martial arts Tongxuan is also a master and has also been famous for a long time. Rushi and Samantabhadra can only barely resist Chen Tongxuan by relying on the benefits of the magic weapon, and they dare not relax at all. But now, relying on Samantabhadra alone, Chen Tongxuan is completely beaten.

Before, the Buddhist soldiers surrounded Longyuan, and Chen Tongxuan was still worried. At that time, Samantabhadra could still fight with Chen Tongxuan in one move and half a move, but this time, Chen Tongxuan didn't have too many choices and was completely in opposition to Buddhism. He would not hold back against Samantabhadra, and he was completely killing!

On the top of the mountain, Rushi and Gu Qingci are no different. At this point, no one will worry about the background behind him. Just killing the other party first is the main thing.

Although the top of the mountain has collapsed, the entrance of the gorge is still flat and spacious. It stepped over from the sky in a distance, carrying the roar of strong wind. However, this surging is far from the same as the collapse of several hills in the distance, and even filled the middle section of the Long Abyss where a long river has even filled.

There is the home court between Cai Xi and Su Qiankun. The world is turbulent, and mountains and rivers appear. Hundreds of miles away, above Fengling, the energy of heaven and earth is also chaotic. The war energy transforms into shape, waving the clouds and the sky.

The sky in Qingzhou is broken.

The wind is around, and the fighting spirit is cold.

Rushi looked at Gu Qingci without saying anything nonsense. He pinched the sword technique in his hand and the magic sword broke through the air, and countless afterimages emerged in the air on the top of the canyon, like thousands of willow branches lingering in the air with the wind. In a flash, it was just a sword, stabbing in a hurry.

It was a sword on earth, but it was a sword that did not belong to any rules on earth.

There is no reason, it is her reason!

The appearance of this sword made people feel inexplicably upset. A long distance away, a woman in a long green dress suddenly felt upset. She looked at the Taoist priest riding a yellow cow on the mountainside in front and said in a deep voice: "Wang Yangming, you are a descendant of Taoism after all. How can you not even understand Taoism inaction? Don't force anything. What's the point of following me every day?"

The Taoist priest had a handsome face and had a bit of outrageous appearance. He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand as if holding a sword, and pulled it hard, and suddenly, the inexplicable distracted aura around him disappeared. A hint of surprise flashed across the face of the woman in the long skirt, and her anger disappeared.

Wang Yangming jumped off the back of the scalper, followed the old scalper to the woman, and said, "Miss Qingyi, I said, I won't force it, but you are my Tao. When will the fate end, I will leave!"

"Hmph," Qingyi hummed slightly, suddenly looked up at the dragon abyss, and frowned in the mountains, holding the sword hard in his hand, but letting it go helplessly, feeling depressed.

Wang Yangming looked up, then looked back at Qingyi, feeling a little uncomfortable, and whispered: "Is the person who makes you sad? He is a person worthy of sadness. Just like I treat you, it always comes suddenly!"

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The unreasonable sword became more and more uneasy, and the closer it was, the more unreasonable it became. For some reason, it was unreasonable and ruleless. Gu Qingci saw the sword in his eyes, but he could not feel it in his heart. He could not capture the rules of the sword. His traces were there, but he did not leave them!

Suddenly, Gu Qingci closed his eyes and reached into the air with one hand. Wuqi sword fell into his hand. He whispered softly: "Jianyi!"

The sword of truth soon became unreasonable.

However, Gu Qingci has no reason, because the word "feeling" in this world is too sudden, maybe just a glance, or just a moment, and it is also unreasonable. Therefore, both unreasonable and unreasonable are extremely fast and extremely sharp.

As the sword passed, one move and one move, it seemed that there were only two people standing quietly on the top of the mountain. If it weren't for the stones flying around and the sword marks, no one would have known it. It turned out that these two were holding swords. The sound of the golden spears being handed over gradually, the wind gradually rose, and the wind coming from the sword net.

Such an unreasonable sword is a disorganized sword. When he encountered Gu Qingci, the unreasonable sword, the way of love was extremely extreme. With one sword and one sword, Gu Qingci was changing rapidly, perhaps it was Jian Yi, or perhaps it was Jian Er...

Until Sword Eighteen, the legendary three and three are endless and six are endless. The peak of this way of love was created by the Sword Saint and his beloved. This is not so much a sword technique as a way of saying it is love, true love.

Judging from this sword technique, it is the love in it.

In this sword net, Gu Qingci always seemed to see the person in his heart. It turns out that everything is so happy. These two loves each other, and life will be clear and a great blessing!

However, after the happiness secretly woven by the sword net was cut through with one sword, Gu Qingci suddenly seemed to have become a person who had surrendered to the mercilessness of seven generations. He lost the most important thing, which was the unity of man and sword, and also a merciless sword. He was ruthless to the whole world!

"Sword Twenty Two!"

Two swords collided, the mountain collapsed, the sky was filled with stones and dust. Gu Qingci flew back, and was shocked and looked at each other from afar, as if they were both ruthless people, one was extremely affectionate and the other was equal and ruthless in the world!

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"Is this true?" someone stared at the distance and said, "You are the happiest with her by your side. I always feel that you are lonely. In fact, it is just because she is not by your side. If someone destroys your happiness, you may really become such ruthless and righteousness."

"You are willing to be extremely affectionate for her, and you are willing to be righteous for her!"
Chapter completed!