Now that the plan for Xiqi has been launched, Chu He only needs to know about it every once in a while, and the specific matters are all coordinated by Xiao Sheng, and he is not needed.

I have to say that Xiao Sheng is really a talent, throwing him to the battlefield is a big waste, staying in the central government and being an assistant in charge of the economy, that is to make the best use of his talents.

Temporarily letting go of the Xiqi matter does not mean that Chu He can sit back and relax.

With the format of the drama competition, it will be a few days before the final winner is decided.

There is no need for Chu He to take care of this.

Instead, the less he participates, the better.

Under external pressure, the monks who expounded and intercepted the teachings had become more involved in the rehearsals of the plays, and even began to secretly learn each other's techniques.

This spirit of mutual learning is the beginning of mutual understanding and harmony.

This is the wonder of literary and artistic warfare.

It is not directly on the battlefield to divide the victory and defeat, this kind of collision from skills can often make each other closer on the field, so as to vent their dissatisfaction with each other.

This is a rather intense exchange, and the effect of the exchange is often surprisingly good.

At this time, the problem that Chu He needs to face is not in Xiqi, nor in the Grand Theater.

It's around.

Yang Jian!

This cheap uncle seems to be eyeing him.

"You have also cultivated the Nine Turns Xuangong! How many times have you turned now?" Yang Jian looked at Chu He and asked inexplicably with a look in his eyes.

Chu He felt bad in his heart, and he had to say: "Four turns!"

After digesting a lotus seed from the Duobao Dao people, Chu He's nine-turn Xuangong reached the fourth turn, and his means were also outstanding.

However, such violent means fell on Chu He, a guy who likes to rely on 'stratagem', and I don't know if it is a waste.

"That's right! My current body is worthy of five turns, and if I suppress it a little, it won't be bullying you!" After saying that, he shook the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, and the intention of fighting was very obvious. At the same time, a treasure bell was thrown out of his hand, blocking the four directions, making it difficult for outsiders to enter, and it was difficult for people inside to get out.

Chu He looked around, a little distressed, but he could only laugh and say, "Zhenjun intends to teach me to practice and guide me to fight, but it is my blessing!"

Yang Jian said lightly: "Who has time to teach you, you are serious! Will die!"

"Of course, you can also be me bluffing you, you can try. ”

Chu He's heart was slightly empty.

A little uncertain, he said, "My master, your ancestor... It's hard to explain!"

Yang Jian said: "Yes, indeed, but you should have been to the world of the ancestor! With the ability of the ancestor, it is not difficult to leave your imprint, and then according to your soul, copy an identical you." But... You are you, and when you die, you die. He is who he is, it can be you, but it is him after all. ”

"It's no different for Shizu, but for you, it's not necessarily. ”

Chu He sighed when he heard this.

In the next moment, his feet moved, and he drew his knife out of his sleeve and gathered momentum.

The third knife after leaving people and breaking the chapter.

The Chu River named it 'Eruption'.

Accumulating the vast momentum, accumulating several days of work, a move erupts, in order to seek death.

When Yang Jian beckoned him out, Chu He was already gathering momentum.

He has always been like this, and it is not a habit of a day or two.

Now it seems that there is no mistake.

This knife was taken from the axe passed down by Wu Gang, and it was poised and exquisite.

The huge power of the nine turns of Xuangong and the four turns was superimposed, and it was slashed out with one sword.

In Yang Jian's sight, it seemed that the whole world and the entire space had been divided into two.

In the face of Chu He's momentum, it is fierce and decisive, but it is subtle and boundless, as if it is a knife that fits the avenue.

Yang Jian's face showed joy: "It's a good time!"

The three-pointed and two-edged blades in his hand turned into a dragon, and he rushed towards Chu He, without the slightest intention of dodging or avoiding.

The two of them leaped and swam together, one long and one short, two blades, exchanged more than 100 blows in the air in an instant, but their bodies continued to fly up, gradually as if they were roaming the galaxy.

The space seemed to be weakened by their blades, and far away, many people felt the fight, watching it from afar through the night. Although it got up for some reason, no one came to intervene, let alone bother.

The mouth of the Chu River prevaricates without fighting, but when it comes to fighting, it is not a soft persimmon.

The long knife in his hand slashed, fierce and violent, and there were flying swords hidden in the shadows, and all kinds of magical powers were pinched, ready to see the stitches at any time.

Maybe Yang Jian really reined in his skills, and the two of them were fighting, and they were indeed on par.

This surprised the immortals who were watching the battle from afar. Yang Jian's ability, to put it mildly, has surpassed many uncles and uncles. Shen Gongbao has never looked down on them much, but now they can fight with Yang Jian like this, which really surprised them.

As the two of them used their strength deeper, all kinds of supernatural powers manifested around them, constantly interfering with the rules and turning the void upside down.

On the surface, the two seem to be fighting more and more slowly, but in fact, it is because time and space have become fragmented and out of balance under their influence.

The roar of the sky is endless, the lightning strikes, the light is endless, and the power is terrifying.

Scold!

Just before the blades collided, Chu He suddenly escaped with his supernatural powers, then put away his long knife and took out a long sword.

This sword is not the Nanming Lihuo Sword, but the body of Gongsun Su, the psychic sword.

Chu He devoted himself to cultivating supernatural powers, spells, and immortal yuan, and carefully studied all kinds of ghost tricks, so he couldn't focus, and he could not concentrate on the way of the sword or the way of the sword, and fought in close quarters, if the opponent's skills were extraordinary, he would inevitably be trapped.

But with the psychic sword, he only needs the person and the sword to merge, and the two are concentric, so that he can borrow the kendo perception and instantly control the extremely powerful swordsmanship.

Chu He closed his eyes slightly.

Yang Jian was holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, not far away, but he didn't attack and kill, with a look of expectation on his face.

A moment is a thought, and twenty thoughts are a moment. Twenty moments is a snap of a finger, and twenty snaps of a finger is a pre-roll. Twenty Luo is pre-destined for one Susu, and one day and one day is thirty Susu.

But Chu He suddenly shed a tear in an instant.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the monkey king again, and he returned to that heart-rending moment.

He felt the deepest and deepest throbbing and emotion in this world, where all the truths of the world, as well as the blending of life and death, were not separated, all the definitions of them were a kind of selfish opinion, all the accusations against them were a kind of self-righteous exaggeration.

"The golden wind and the rain, three or three swords. ”

There is no sword wind, and there is no sword rain.

Because of the golden wind and rain, it is not on the outside, but in the heart.

That is the true connotation of the sword of the Gu Dao people in the past.

Chu He borrowed the power of the psychic sword and combined it with the sword, recalling the feelings of the past, but sublimated the sword in an instant.

Yang Jian finally got upright, Chu He's strength was not valued by him, and Chu He's supernatural powers couldn't restrain him.

He is like Chu He's natural nemesis, and any means that Chu He thinks can defeat the enemy will be useless in the face of him.

But at this moment, he finally had a feeling that he couldn't grasp, there was no sword light, no sword qi, but that feeling of danger followed him.

There was no sound, no warning.

When Chu He swung his sword, he was inexplicable... There is rain in my heart, and frost in the corners of my eyes.