This looks like another big shot, and he also understands spiritual thoughts?

While carrying the preaching mirror, he landed next to Cao Erzhu, "Brother, do you know how to understand the spirit?"

Cao Erzhu waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I only understand a little bit..."

"Then tell everyone about it?"

"Ah, this... Dad said that there are six types of Shen Nian, basic type, possession type, domain type, release type, oppression type, and manipulation type. This Miss Liu is a very typical oppression type, forcing her purely with her willpower.

People who have cultivated to the depths can open their eyes and destroy the saints..."

Feng Zhong was stunned. What happened? Do you really dare to tell me?

Are you still talking eloquently?

Are there six types of spiritual thoughts?

Did you give it to your dad?

You come here with your mouth open, do you think your father is Que Lei Han? You dare to talk about these things without shame. Even the Eighth Sword Immortal dare not say that his second-generation Toshen Nian Jian Nian has six transformations... states...

Feng Zhongzui's thoughts suddenly stopped, and his hands suddenly trembled:

"Brother, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Cao... Oh, my surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Shitou." Cao Erzhu scratched his head.

Bang!

The missionary mirror in Feng Zhongzui's hand fell to the ground, and he looked up blankly at the big man.

He was not the only one, Feng Tingchen, Yang Xizhi, Lei Shuangxing, Xuan Wuji and other latecomers turned around in shock, and either looked or looked at this little giant who was hiding his ears and stealing his bell.

In the missionary mirror images across the five regions, only the sky and the frozen white snow were left. The next moment, everyone rioted collectively.

"Damn it, pick up the mirror. You damn drunkard. Why did you broadcast this? I haven't seen him clearly yet!"

"There are still six types of Shen Nian? No... what did I see? Is that Que Leihan's son?"

"After the Tenth Seat!"

"It's really the first ten-seat descendant! Quilehan actually has a son? I, I, I... I'm crazy, I still want to marry him, and there is a ten-seat son to watch at the scene? I think

Come over! My son can do it too!"

…

The world on the other side of the preaching mirror cannot interfere with the on-site battle situation.

Liu Fuyu pushed away the guard, his sword intention rising steadily as the sword was unsheathed inch by inch, and then he murmured to himself:

"I held a sword at the age of three, entered Taoism at the age of six, and watched swordsmanship in the Sword Tower for twenty-four years."

"Among the nine swordsmanships, except for the Love Swordsmanship, which still lacks the firepower, the others have gained something."

The cold voice, although it was a whisper, resonated with the snowflake sword energy and spread outside.

Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen and other ancient sword cultivators turned their heads in time and looked at the battlefield.

Feng Zhongzui picked up the missionary mirror, not daring to take any more random photos, so I got the battlefield footage.

Xu Xiaoshou also didn't quite understand what she meant. While feeling this unique oppressive mind-piercing thought and comparing it with Kui Leihan's, he said:

"so?"

Liu Fuyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled out the guard until only half a finger was left from the sheath. The sword's intention was twisting and turning in the inner pocket, and its evolution reached its peak.

For a moment, the sound was as cold as the wind and snow, and the ice soul was biting:

"The sword guards of the sword tower have never fought with the world since ancient times."

"Since I am so blessed, I have been able to practice swordsmanship for ten times as long as you, and I still need to take you back to the building. I should limit myself to my own realm, and I can't do it with all my heart..."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He did understand this.

Liu Fuyu believed that the descendants of Jianlou were extremely powerful and wanted to fight him despite his level?

"No need!"

He interrupted with a smile, "You have the sword tower, and I am not without support. Since you want to fight, just do it with all your strength. There is no need to tie your hands and feet."

This underestimated Liu Fuyu's determination.

"Keng!"

When the intention to protect the sword in his hand reached the extreme and seemed to explode, Liu Fuyu returned the sword to its sheath.

brush.

The frozen snow in the sky is like time being suspended and returning to its slowly falling state.

After Liu Fuyu sheathed his sword, his momentum increased instead of decreasing. The air waves exploded under his feet. The black hair tied up in the bamboo hairpin fell down to his waist, and his eyes shot out a dark sword light.

"You are not good at Wu Jian Shu and Ghost Sword Technique. I will fight you with Wu Jian Shu and Ghost Sword Technique."

Xu Xiaoshou was startled after hearing this.

How do you know I'm not good at this... No, I'm pretty good at these two, just dream about it!

"what ever."

Ancient sword cultivators are all stubborn. Since trying to persuade him once was useless, Xu Xiaoshou would not force himself.

He had just uncovered the hidden pain, and thought for a moment that this girl was so conceited, maybe she should be taught a lesson with Four Swords or Yan Python...

Suddenly, Liu Fuyu put Hu down!

Just put it under your feet!

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids twitched wildly.

Liu Fuyu's red lips flashed:

"No sword skills."

The ancient sword cultivators at the scene and the spectators outside the preaching mirror were all ignited and exploded.

"So crazy!"

"She is crazier than Master Shou!"

"This person named Liu doesn't speak much. Is she really capable? Don't wait until she gets beaten up by Master Shou!"

"I feel the contempt. Master Shou, why don't you get tougher and teach her a lesson?"

Okay, okay... Xu Xiaoshou was very happy.

No swordsmanship teaching bureau?

You Liu Fuyu want to teach me how to behave?

He was blocked for a moment and didn't know how to speak. He could only sigh and said that he was indeed an ancient sword cultivator, and there was no one who couldn't pretend.

The situation is tense!

When the atmosphere of the battlefield is stirred up to the extreme with a few words, the opponent can calmly bow his hand and say in salute:

"Jianlou, Liu Fuyu."

Xu Xiaoshou also suppressed the anger in his chest, put away the pain, and said calmly:

"The first floor in the sky, Xu Xiaoshou."

The image of the preaching mirror suddenly expanded, encompassing the entire battlefield, because Feng Zhongzui also knew no swordsmanship.

"brush!"

Just for a moment.

On the old site of Yujing City, every snowflake exploded with astonishing "thoughts", as if it was endowed with "spirit".

The flying snow turned into a snowstorm, dancing wildly.

The snowstorm blurred everyone's vision, and the picture in the missionary mirror suddenly changed.

Then on Liu Fuyu's side, only a hanging green sword robe was left, and a cold voice spread:

"No swordsmanship..."

"No Self·Sword Step!"

Xu Xiaoshou, whose senses were widened, froze suddenly.

At this moment, he lost sight of Liu Fuyu, and could only see her clothes that were hanging down and torn to pieces by the sword energy.

At the same time, all the ancient sword cultivators on the edge of the battlefield were moved, and even the Meisi people couldn't help but take a half step forward, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Feng Zhongzui hugged the preaching mirror, shouting wildly and retreating, for fear of being involved in the battlefield:

"Sword step? Ancient sword step?"

"Is it the long-lost ancient sword step, the ancient sword step of the Sword God Gu Louying?"
Chapter completed!