The Li River tide is full of sword energy.

The oil-paper lanterns that continuously absorbed the starlight were flew out from the bottom of the river by the "long-lasting energy". They were pierced and broken like dark under the lamp. The starlight that finally reached the tenth realm was like a waterfall pouring out, pouring out, surging.

The entire river is filled with snow.

The "Thousand Mechanisms" take a long time to restrain energy. Even if the lantern is broken and you want to return to the tenth realm, it is not impossible... But in the current situation, can you still continue to accumulate momentum?

The woman in Xihai touched the empty part of the sword hanging on her right hand.

The "joking" of his sword can be heard on the entire Lijiang River.

The two swords on the left and right are the rare and precious Qinglu on Penglai Island.

One on the left and the other on the right, one is "Luxia", and the other is "Dilu", which is mutually reborn and relied on each other.

Chao Show's face turned pale. She stared at Liu Shiyi, gritting her teeth, and couldn't help but hate. The white-clothed sword cynic who was standing on the river still looked up and looked at the sword weapon, and seemed to be deaf about everything that happened outside.

The woman in Xihai instantly drew her sword and sheathed.

A semicircular arc that dozens of feet spread in an instant—

Liu Shiyi, standing on the undulating river water, had his face as usual, his wrists trembled, and a very fast sword shadow was crushed and slashed with one hand!

The extremely crisp sound of metal and stone impact flashed by, and the diffuse semicircular arc shape of the river surface was broken by a sword. Its momentum had not dissipated. It continued to rush forward and chiseled into the Li River, splashing three or four surging water columns behind it.

Big beads fall on the jade plate.

The river water splashes and the river mist fills.

Wait until everything is calm.

Chao Lu narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure of the young man in white who was holding a sword in one hand and slowly walked out of the fog of the river.

Liu Shiyi's body was unscathed.

Not only is it unscathed...

His expression looked quite relaxed.

"A drop of murderous dew, drop of dew."

Liu Shiyi smiled and said softly the name of the fast sword.

The thigh of Qinglu is engraved with a very small font. If you don’t use your cultivation, ordinary people will almost be able to see clearly with their naked eyes.

Very interesting sword name.

A drop of murderous dew.

The sword is "dripping dew" so fast.

Just like the six words burned on the sword thigh, this is a drop of dew that kills people.

It's also an extremely fast unsheathed sword.

Liu Shiyi looked at the woman in Xihai not far away. The "Thousand Machine Lantern" that condensed her cultivation had been shattered by herself.

As I guessed, Chaolu's cultivation was falling at a rapid speed... She had fallen from the ten realms at this moment.

Just fall from ten realms...then it's fine.

A cultivator of the Ninth level corresponds to the third level of sword energy.

When the female sword cultivator from Penglai, Xihai, no longer had the pride of crushing, and the close body talismans beside her skirt... it would not be considered difficult.

Thinking of Chao Lu's "side the skirt" and Liu Shiyi frowned slightly. The clear sword intent in his mind was no longer clear and uncontrollable. He cut out the scenes of tearing the burqa to find the location of the hidden sword... In order to get a "satisfactory" fast sword, he "carefully planned" everything now.

If he remembered correctly... he just praised the beautiful appearance of this sword weapon that he had not known before in front of Chaolu.

Liu Shiyi raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that this woman was so angry... Could it be that she was misunderstood?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

However, the skin of the woman in the West Sea in front of her was as delicate and transparent as jade amber. She was previously blocked by most of the burqas, but now the burqas are broken, and the spring light is faintly blew, giving a unique scenery.

Liu Shiyi held the "Killing Dew", looked at the sword cultivator in Xihai who gritted his teeth and looked red, and explained seriously: "Miss Chaolu, don't get me wrong... I praised the good looks before, not praising you. It's your sword."

Then he raised Qinglu in his hand and smiled, "It's mine now."

The face turned pale.

This sword cynical speaks even more harsh than the sword energy.

Every word kills the heart.

The oil paper lantern behind her was drawn like a dragon, and the broken paper scraps swayed with the river breeze. The air had climbed to the top, and the "luoxia" hidden in her sleeve could be pulled out of the sheath at any time at any time.

Confetti are swaying and gathering together.

Then it stagnates.

Because Liu Shiyi's sincere voice echoed on the Li River.

From top to bottom, and from bottom to top, he looked at the Xihai female sword cultivator in front of him, and then spoke in a serious tone.

"Miss Chaolu, you are actually very good-looking."

Ning Yi and Pei Fan, who were watching the battle in the distance, heard this and looked at each other.

Even if he fell, he was still the peak of the Nine Realm. When he heard this sentence, his ears were red, his chest was undulating, and the woman's hoarse voice sounded word by word and speed and angrily.

"Liu Shiyi, you bastard!"

A ray of immortality and a drop of murderous dew may be from the close connection between Penglai Island in the West Sea and the Great Sui Jianhu Palace for thousands of years... The "blood relationship" between these two fast swords is like immortality and heavy snow, complementing each other and reliant on each other. Between the two, one is killing and the other is maintenance.

Hanging behind the woman's waist, Chaolu pressed the tip of the sword against a corner of the burqa, and pulled out the sword as the river roared.

The moment when the sword was drawn.

Everything is silent between heaven and earth.

Time seemed to have become stagnant, only the female sword cultivator in the West Sea who pushed the sword forward, and the river behind him was like a peacock "slowly" open her tail.

Liu Shiyi turned his head slightly confusedly, looked at the woman in front of him in confusion, walked on the water, and in an instant, he "slowly" approached three feet away... He was a little confused. Isn't it just praise for people in the world who like to hear the most?

Not only people on earth, but even a sword that has slightly enlightened wisdom will be excited and joyful because of being praised.

For example, the "drip" in your palm is greatly inspired after being praised by you. As the master, you can easily feel the emotions of the sword.

But...why is that woman in Xihai so angry?

Liu Shiyi had no time to think about so much.

Because the "luoxia" has been unsheathed, and it has brought out a bright spark that has been scraped from the sheath.

The murderous eyes of the woman in Xihai were illuminated by the bright sword energy.

Liu Shiyi slashed down with a sword.

Without a hidden sword, he did not know how to hide the sword. He tried hard to figure it out, observe it and learn... At this point in the battle of Lijiang River, he did not learn the technique of hidden swords in the West Sea.

This is actually a regret.

But it's not a regret.

He had everything and nothing in this sword.

Countless shadows emerged lightly and overlapped together.

This is the ultimate "simplicity".

A sword light passed by like a dripping water, without a trace in an instant.

The moment when the two white-clothed sword weapons collided, the young sword cultivator from the West Sea maintained a forward rushing momentum and continued to sweep forward a distance, slowing down, then gently bent one knee and inserted one hand into the sword to sheath.

The two stood with their backs.

Liu Shiyi raised one hand and let go slightly. The snatched "killing dew" fell from his palm and fell on its own. When it was about to fall into the Li River, Jian Chi gently knocked her knees.

"Dripping Dew" swept back to the sky.

Liu Shiyi did not turn around, and waved his sleeves casually. With a "sudden" sound, the light Lu sword weapon instantly flew back to the woman standing on the riverside with her back to her.

Where did I hang it before, and now I hang it where I hang it.

Return to the original owner.

Liu Shiyi leaned his head slightly, slowly stretched out his arm, stretched out his other hand, and gently pressed his five fingers, like rubbing beautiful jade, pressing against the bend of his arms, a red line slowly emerged in the originally white sleeves, cutting the sleeves into two circular halves. The sword's edge was so fast that it made people realize it later, and no pain occurred until blood gushed out.

Liu Shiyi did not squeeze, allowing the blood to overflow, extending the circular broken mouth, dyeing his already dirty white clothes red.

"Huh...it's over."

At that moment just now, all the pictures were frozen in my mind.

The unscathed sword technique from Penglai, Xihai, quickly cut through his Zhijian sword and wiped his arm.

He finally saw Chaolu's sword clearly.

I also understood where the sword is hidden.

Liu Shiyi smiled and said softly: "I'll give you the sword back, I'll take away the sword technique."

In the distance, the morning reveal was pressing the hilt with one hand and returning to the sheath of the sword. The clearness of the eyes gradually disappeared and became dispersed.
To be continued...