"It's really... Sure enough, it's not simple!" Will Lin Xi fall into an embarrassment that he has nothing to do at this time?

Of course not!

Lin Xi overestimated Yan Yang and underestimated Bai Xuan.

Therefore, to deal with Bai Xuan with the level of pure Yanyang, this is equivalent to giving for nothing.

Even if you add the routines taught by those sword cultivators, this is at most, a little dazzling tricks, and a little more time to delay defeat.

But don't forget!

Lynbrook is not just Lynbrook.

He can be Yanyang, he can be Longye, he can be Lou Guanyu... It can also be Wei Lingfeng, Wen Yuanxiang... It's Sumeru!

He used to have the memories and emotions of these people.

They gave Lin Xi a talent that could be compared to a top-level sword path genius.

And now is the time for him to fill this talent with that abundance of memories and emotions.

"The courtiers hate... When will it be extinguished!"

Facing Bai Xuan's extremely wonderful sword, Lin Xi looked back with a sword.

Before this knife was swung out, countless people's minds began to fantasize about its splendor, horror and power.

But when you really look at it, you will find that any fantasy you have is simple, ignorant, stupid and ignorant.

It's like how a fish fantasizes about the freedom of a bird in the air, just like a bird fantasizes about a beast running freely on the earth.

Beyond the limits of their instincts, they could not have imagined.

The full moon in the sky was high above the peak, with a melancholy and sad light, and shrouded in the rapidly turning black evil qi, turning it into a dancing mass full of dreams, like the most magnificent dream-like mysteries.

At this moment, it seems that people have seen a tireless old man, dedicating his last spirit and strength to the world, for all the people, and for the country and land he loves.

But at the same time, all that devotion was destroyed by an inexplicable sadness and hatred.

At this moment, Lin Xi sank into the memory that belonged to Wen Yuanxiang, 'borrowed' Wen Yuanxiang's hand, and based on the talent of many sword cultivators, he swung out this knife 'courtier hate'.

He used to love so much, but in the depths of his soul, there was the most unspeakable pain and hatred.

This emotion is contradictory and complex.

It's like a loyal Tim Dog, who may really love that beloved goddess. But in the deepest part of his heart, he must have hated the woman who consumed, wasted, delayed, but ignored and humiliated him.

When the knife is swung out.

Even Bai Xuanna's sword, which had reached the peak of his skills and was already close to the Dao, looked dim.

Use the knife technique to vent emotions and write a lifetime.

Many knife cultivators, after seeing Lin Xi's knife, have brightened their eyes, and they have a comprehension in their hearts, but they feel ... It's not so grippy.

Everyone has a story they want to tell, an emotion they want to express.

However, through the weapon in your hand, you can turn it into a shocking knife move and express it, which requires a strong talent, and... Extremely rich accumulation.

This kind of accumulation is Lin Xi's cheating.

He has the souls of dozens of sword cultivators, so he naturally has obtained their years of accumulation of sword cultivation.

Those accumulations may not be amazing, and they are not very brilliant.

But it is an irreplaceable foundation and a cornerstone that cannot be ignored.

All the most splendid, the most splendid, must at first be the most strenuous and tedious.

Faced with such a knife, Bai Xuan's mind sank to the bottom of the heart lake.

The real Bai Xuan seems to have finally broken away from the scabbard at this moment.

He is no longer the gentle son like jade, there is an invincible fighting spirit in his eyes, and there is no longer the original 'no quarrel with the world', he has never been indisputable, but he can't look down on those things that ordinary people fight for.

The eyes that seemed to be awake and drunk suddenly opened up, bursting out of the incomparable essence, and the sword turned into a long rainbow, first rising into the sky, and then flying up to the clouds, in the vast night, between the bright moon, turned into thousands of beams of light, wantonly sprinkled to the world.

At this moment, Bai Xuan's sword turned into light, into wind, and into everything that was visible and invisible to the naked eye.

His sword seemed to be everywhere, and it was as if it existed nowhere.

Lin Xi attracted affection into the knife, and turned the ruthless knife into the most sincere and bitter emotion in the world.

It's like a knife song, but it's about those who are helpless in the world.

But Bai Xuan raised the sword and turned it into nature, and turned it into the truth between heaven and earth.

At this time, the person who originally seemed to be the most ruthless was wielding the sentient knife in this world.

And the person who originally seemed to be full of emotions and gentle personality used the most ruthless and ruthless sword.

The swords collided without warning, but not the slightest sound was heard.

In fact, there are sounds, but the frequency of vibrations has long exceeded the limit of what the human ear can hear and bear, and they penetrate the space and enter another level.

The black clouds and thunder and lightning at the top of the peak suddenly converged on the point where the swords met, and then the glow of the sky disappeared without a trace at the astonishing speed of lightning and fire!

It was as if all the previous sights were nothing more than a grand dream that deceived everyone's eyes.

But no one thought it was fake, because their backs were already soaked with cold sweat, and their every thought was about what to do when they faced that sword or that one. Every cell of them was trembling, telling of fear, not to mention that in the face of such a sword, even thinking about it felt like a fatal thing.

There are only a handful of people, and they are different. They felt excited, they saw the goal of the future, the back of the chase, and the people who they vowed to defeat for the rest of their lives.

Some people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that there is no way forward, and they can only rest on their laurels.

Heaven and earth seemed to be a beat slower in the duel between Bai Xuan and Lin Xi.

When the swords had already shaken each other apart, and both of them had retreated more than ten zhang away, the heavens and the earth were completely stormed.

The bright moon is eclipsed, and the dark clouds cover the top.

The torrential rain fell all over the sky, and the rivers and mountains were annihilated in this shaky wind and rain, but no one thought about hiding from the rain, and people didn't even cast rain avoidance charms or water avoidance charms. Everyone tried their best to open their eyes wide, and they couldn't take their eyes off this great battle that had just begun.

The heavy rain automatically spared Lin Xi and Bai Xuan's side.

The sword intent and sword intent overflowing from their bodies had already made this emotionless heavy rain feel fear, and Lin Xi's eyes were glowing, and he was fighting against Bai Xuan's gaze, which had become extremely fierce.

In the sky, the breath of swords and swords, the edges of affection and ruthlessness, are in a stalemate, and the vitality and death on the earth are constantly entangled, biting each other's tails. And man is between heaven and earth, dominating and running all this.

Whoever made the slightest mistake would be blown to pieces by the majestic, vast, and endless power they had mobilized.

An incomparably sweet smile suddenly appeared on Lin Xi's face.

The smile seemed to be able to seal everything in the world in a jar as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a little trance-like, as if he had seen some beautiful scene.

However, this smile is only for a moment, far more short than the moment when the epiphany blooms.

After the sweetness of the moment, it was even more painful.

"I would like to be a stone bridge, blown by the wind for 500 years, exposed to the sun for 500 years, and rained for 500 years, and I only wish she to pass by the bridge. ”

One knife out!

Heaven and earth are shocked!

All things grieve together!

The love is deep and hard to heal, and it will never fall into the nose!

"Floating resentment... Sumeru!"

Lin Xi substituted himself into Sumeru's emotions, and he borrowed Sumeru... In other words, the hand of Sumeru, who fell in love with the red wax and was willing to fall into the devil's path for the red wax, swung the knife that made the heavens and the earth cry.