MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 45 Wind and rain (2)

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The bright and cold light of the Jianfeng is like a starry river shaking off the Qiujiang River.

The night wind started, the cold water was born, the moon was caged, and the dark and fast river tide went to Zhongshan.

At the moment when Yin Yi went out of the sword, Zhong Shan took out a sword and flew away, until the edge of the ring!

However, Jiang Chao followed, and a thin blood line appeared on his right chest.

The hot blood rushed out, and before it could be digested, it solidified into frost on the splashing robes.

The sword of the cold water sword is like a bone marrow.

But just as Yin Yi had avoided the biggest damage of Zhong Shan Jian potential at the last moment, Zhong Shan also avoided the 60% power of this sword.

He crossed the sword in front of him, such as the Changdi Dam, blocking the Han River.

The variable between the moments is too fast.

Yin Yinyue white robe blood, the sword left in the gap between the opponent's sword is hot and violent, and the cold meaning of the cold water sword. The left arm wound faintly emits white smoke, which is shocking.

Zhongshan was pale, and although the wound was covered with frost by the chill, the sword gas was raging along the meridians, and the tingling spread to the heart.

However, they have no time to take care of it, they have to fight for the first time, pull the sword straight!

The middle-aged woman of Mou Zong frowned. "Is the stage on the stage intact?"

The elders of Yan Yashan sighed, "You can't break the genius of two younger generations for a folding party."

The elders of the Qingjian Swords held the pivot and nodded cautiously. Once there is an irreversible sinister danger, the squad will be launched immediately and will be subjected to the sword by the formation itself.

The disciples of Yan Yashan and Qingjian Jianpai did not have the calmness and calmness of the big men.

Their faces were pale, and the real thing was over the eyes, staring at the collapse.

Cheng Tianyu has been blushing.

Song Yuzhong showed concern, Yin Yin was stronger than they thought. More than just repairing, his tacit understanding with the sword is very high, as if the heavens complement each other.

Luo Mingchuan face is not moving, the hands in the wide sleeves clenched into fists, and the palms are bloody.

The two men leaped almost at the same time, and the two swords met in midair!

"铮-"

The 礴 礴 礴 构成 constitutes an invisible semi-arc barrier, impacting the collision at the intersection of Jianfeng!

There is no rain, but there is rain.

There is no lake, but there is a chill.

The disciples who were slightly closer under the stage, retired with pain and sorrow, such as being washed by the wind and rain, and immersed in the cold river in the middle of the night.

The time on the stage was almost solidified.

Jianguang contends for the glory, and the sword body reflects the blue sky and the turbulent clouds, reflecting their quiet face and bright eyes.

The soreness and numbness were transmitted from the hilt, and Yin Yue seemed to understand the sword of the opponent.

The hurricane is bitter.

When the realm came, the Yecheng worship also understood, and he said with amazement, "Great."

This is not the biggest sword of the storm sword, but it is the most difficult sword to practice.

For many disciples who practice the storm, this sword is the bottleneck for them to understand.

The wind is invading the bones, and the rain is swallowing the intestines.

What is the meaning of the sword!

The sages who set the wind and rain swords in the 'All Saints' era are poor at home, have suffered bitter cold, and have entered the middle ages.

This sword is a summary of his bitter life in the first forty years.

The Zhongshan Youth became famous, and the Xiu Avenue was smooth. Even the feeling of suffering and loneliness in this sword can be realized.

It’s really amazing.

Song Wei is not surprised.

When the younger brothers are young, the realm is still low. The real yuan is not enough to protect the body. The sword is covered with blood for a thousand times, and the bones are loaded to the extreme. Don't go down the mountain, don't talk and laugh, don't gather together. Summer practiced three volts of hot summer, winter practiced three or nine ice, day and day, never slacked off.

The price of juvenile fame is to eat more bitterness and be more lonely.

Unspeakable loneliness spread from the sword front, forcing a lot of people.

Yin Yiyue’s sword was not exhausted, and he suddenly pulled back and slid down. The body of the sword went straight down, but his body shape was like a white crane flapping its wings, and it floated higher.

Leaning against the lake sword!

The endless luster, flowing out of the sword, such as the water of the Chengcheng Lake reflects the ripples.

At this time, when the time was near, the daylight was getting darker, not as bright as noon, but the sword was so bright that it seemed to make the sky brighter.

If the sword of Zhongshan is a bitter storm, then the Yin Yue is more like this sword, just like the rising sun, the golden light is thin!

It is the confidence and pride of ‘not afraid of the clouds and waves.’

At the end of the martial arts, ‘the sun rises east’.

Many of the disciples of the Yashan Mountain are incredibly wide-eyed. This is a huge voice. Is it really a rising sun?

Zhongshan is light and landing, lifting the sword to the top. The sword screen is re-emerging, and its shimmering point, such as the galaxy scattered, crosses the sword front.

Lu Zhan Chaoyang, the star ring purple pole.

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Not only the Southland, but the whole world is concerned about this battle.

The practitioners in Yecheng, who were nervous and watched the battle, were not able to go to Yecheng, and looked forward to the news of the Zongmen family.

But there is always someone who does not have to wait.

The Hengduan Mountain does not snow all the year round.

The highest peak is foggy and the ice is hanging like a forest. Extremely cold, so that the small practitioners can not stand for a long time.

At this time, the mountain stood an old man, and his sleeves were full of mountain winds, wide and long, and his eyes were indifferent. There seems to be a slap in the eye.

He is not tall, but standing here is like being detached from the world.

Inexplicably gave birth to the grand atmosphere of Wanshan.

It should be. How not to be detached? How can you not bow?

If Juggernaut is gone, how can there be a mountain higher than him?

He is also watching this battle.

Even thousands of miles away, he even saw the brilliance of the two swords on the front.

He was not happy, so he frowned slightly and his sleeves were scorned.

Outside the Wanming Mountain, Luo Mingchuan suddenly changed his face and looked incredibly into the sky.

The elders of Zhai Zong and Ye Cheng are all envious of their faces, and they all look up to the sky.

In the city's main house, Ye Zhiqiu raised the sword to the highest terrace. The look is a dignity that has never been seen before.

The thick clouds rushed from west to south, and the miles went. It is enough to cover the sky on the side of the mountain, so that the sun will be dull.

It seems that it is just a blink of an eye, no thunder, no lightning, and the heavy rain is beaten!

The disciples under the stands were caught off guard and hurriedly supported the real yuan barrier. "How suddenly it rained?"

The raindrops of the beans are overwhelming.

After the ‘Star Ring Purple Pole’, the two men each had more than ten swords. This battle has gone from early morning to dusk.

The true elements, the gods, and the spiritual will on both sides of the battle are on the verge of extremes.

Because of the gap between Kendo and the realm, Yin Yue still won't win Zhongshan. But there is no loss.

Therefore, when the rain fell, the two had no time to take care of it.

But for a moment, the thicker the robes of Yin Yin have been soaked with rain and become more heavy. Just like his heavy breath, there are already heart and lungs and meridians that are overwhelmed.

The **** blood on the robe stunned in the rain. At first glance, the left half was like a bubble in the blood.

The wind and rain, the splash of water, confused him, reminding him of the rain when he closed the barrier.

It is also so bleak as autumn, killing like a mans.

On the mountain robes of Zhongshan, it is also mixed with blood and rain.

The stream of water ran down his eyebrows, and smashed through the tip of the sword and dripped on the platform. Water blooms.

His eyes are getting brighter and brighter. It seems as if you want to burn a heavy rain curtain.

"It’s a coincidence. I hit a bone on this festival. It’s raining. The sword of Zhong’s brother is enough to take advantage of it!”

"Oh, it’s going to rain, my mother wants to marry, is there any way?!"

Almost everyone thinks this, this rain is God's will.

Only a few people, including Luo Mingchuan, saw the infamous law after seeing the clouds.

The half-step Mahayana is above because of the realm, and Luo Mingchuan is because of the practice of Garan.

But even if the world knows, many people dare not say a word. The six Yashengs are in the hearts of the world, almost gods.

Thunder and jade are all holy.

The sage is going to change, who can say no?

Ye Zhiqiu stood on the terrace, and the lights in Yecheng were at his feet.

He looked at the sky in the west.

This rain cloud is now in the mountains, but as long as you move two miles and come over Yecheng, he will not hesitate to shoot.

The old butler stood by his side, his voice trembled. "Master, please don't take the sword. This is a big disrespect for the saint."

Ye Qiuqiu did not speak, and the sword in his hand did not let go.

Zhonglu.

In Yunyang City, Mr. Jiayuan is drinking tea in the courtyard to see the sky. It seems that the sky is not so boring, and the tea shovel in his hand falls to the ground.

‘哗啦’ screamed, and the tea was mixed with broken porcelain.

But before that, Zhongshan had raised his sword in the rain.

He took a step forward, and the shallow waves under his feet splashed, and he did not fall.

Wherever the sword passes, the floating rain wire has a strange twist, and it gathers with the sword!

Then the wind and rain turned into his sword.

Wind and rain siege!

Some people think that Zhongshan borrows the wind and rain and will be stronger. Just did not expect that he would be strong enough to do so.

The sword has surpassed the limit of breaking the barrier and touched the threshold of the Mahayana.

It seems that I have to break through!

It has also been seen that this sword has not only been cultivated in the realm of Zhongshan, but also the squadron of the "rain and rain sword". Its own power has been completely stimulated!

But a rain has made it so exciting!

No one thinks that Yin Yi can take this incredible sword.

What did he take to take this sword?

And why do you take this sword?

Taking advantage of the trend to display the cold water sword? But the wind and rain have been in the sword of Zhongshan, from where to borrow?

Avoid this sword?

How can we avoid the storm?

Yin Yin stood in the rain, and the robes were wet, like a city that was isolated and helpless.