Chapter 81 Luoxia Godz

The simple stone table is empty, and a palm-sized jade slip is placed in the center, which is inconspicuous.

Bai Lang's heart moved slightly, walked over and picked up the jade slip in his hand. After refining it with a secret method, it can store all kinds of words like bamboo slips, with a huge capacity. He held Yu Jian in his hand, and a divine consciousness slowly entered it.

"Swipe!"

Bai Lang's hand trembled and his face turned pale in an instant. As soon as he entered it, he felt a surging sword spirit and almost cut off his consciousness. However, at the moment of exiting, he seemed to see a vague figure!

Bai Lang breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he was much careful. After running the secret method, his divine consciousness became extremely strong, condensed into a sharp blade, and entered Yu Jian again.

It seems that countless blades have crossed, and the sword spirit has collided with the divine consciousness, which makes Bai Lang's heart frightened. There are only some images in this jade slip, which is so powerful. Fortunately, he is a medicine elixir body, with strange colorful temperature and strong divine consciousness, far more than ordinary monks.

I saw clearly that the figure of a middle-aged man clearly appeared. He stood on the shadow of the sword as if it were empty, and the sword seemed to be of ten thousand weight, tearing the sky with an unparalleled violent breath.

As the sword light fell, the sound of wind and thunder became more and more urgent, rolling in, and the electric light was shining and dazzling.

"Boom!"

Finally, the sword light fell like a long rainbow, and at the same time, there was a crack in the sky, dazzling, and it was chopped down. It was a scene that shook the heart, like thousands of horses galloping, and the river was surging, shaking the heart, giving people a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts.

The next moment, everything was covered by the unstoppable sword light, and the white consciousness encountered a violent collision again and was forced out.

"Thunderbly!"

At the moment when Bai Lang was forced out of Yu Jian, he heard these three words.

"The first formula of killing the sky, Tianlei Zhan!"

Bai Lang's face was pale and muttered in a low voice. This sword formula really has earth-shaking power. He shook his consciousness twice in a row, and he was a little unsuffied. If he forced to enter again, he may be traumatized. However, just this observation, he had realized a lot of things in his heart. This is an image condensed with sword. In the jade simple, if you want to practice this thunder chopping, you need to understand this type of sword.

Bai Lang closed his eyes, and the four-color circulation of the medicine elixir in his body gave birth to a silky of colored true qi, warming his shocked consciousness. At the same time, the spiritual platform was ethereal, and began to understand the various mysteries he felt when he watched Tianlei Zhan.

However, after a while, his face turned red, as if he was about to drip blood and sweat profusely. The ethereal figure with the sword formula kept shaking in his mind, but no matter what means he used, Bai Lang could never capture it or imitate it.

One hour, two hours...

One day, two days...

Bai Lang always sat in the stone room. During this period, he explored his divine consciousness seven times, but never caught the trajectory of the sword. The move that condensed the supreme sword, like a colorful cloud in the sky, can never be removed. The mysterious artistic conception of the sword seems to be within reach, but it is always difficult to touch.

"Puff!"

On the fifth day, Bai Lang suddenly trembled, and his mouthful of blood spewed out, dyeing the ground of the stone room red. His eyes were red, haggard, his consciousness was weak, and he had been severely damaged.

Just now, regardless of his exhausted body, he forcibly entered Yujian again and copied the swordsmanship. He was pierced through the defense by the ubiquitous sword, and his divine consciousness was greatly damaged.

Bai Lang ran Xuangong. After a long time, he repaired his body a little. He opened his eyes, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and smiled bitterly. The sword formula against the sky was really difficult to practice. After five days of hard work, he did not make any progress.

"Unfortunately, the consumption of divine consciousness is too large. If there is the assistance of the spirit of heaven and earth that nourishes the divine consciousness, there is no need to do this. Every time you enter, you have to rest for half a day," Bai Lang sighed secretly.

At this time, his cheeks were thin and his body was thinner. He stood up and made a click of bones. He moved slightly. Bai Lang pushed open the stone door and walked out.

In the hall, there were still two or two people, looking a little lonely. At this moment, Bai Lang was immersed in that kind of mysterious sword spirit, with a trance, and he stepped out with his memory until he heard a delicate cry, "Where did the stinky boy come from? Don't get out!"

A turbulent force then surged towards him.

The corners of Bai Lang's eyes were cold. He woke up from the state of copying the sword and felt a dangerous breath. He didn't have time to think too much. He waved his hand to condense his mana into sword spirit and hit the dangerous place.

"Bum!"

After the loud noise, there was another "Eh?" The exclamation was crisp and pleasant, as if the yellow warbler came out of the valley, and Bai Lang woke up completely. Looking up, there were only two women standing in front of him. One of them was dressed in a goose yellow shirt, clenched his fist, and his pretty face was angry. He stared at himself, but there was still a trace of pain and surprise on his face.

Another woman is dressed in a green cloud shirt. Her skin is better than snow, and her eyes are flowing, like a wave of autumn water gently. Her body is slightly weak, but she is like a thin willow with the wind. People can't help but want to hug the slender waist. Bai Lang only feels that the person in front of her is a little familiar, and for a moment, she is crazy to look at it. .

"What are you looking at!" The woman in yellow was colder and scolded loudly, but she was a little afraid of Bai Lang and dared not take action.

Bai Lang was shocked and came to his senses. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him again. Seeing that her face was slightly red and slightly angry, he immediately understood what had happened. He quickly saluted and apologized, "I was just distracted and abrupt the two senior sisters. I really didn't mean it. I'm sorry!"

When the two saw that Bai Lang looked calm and his attitude was extremely sincere, they were stunned and relieved to know that he did not mean to approach him. After all, the yellow-shirted woman was still angry and hummed. The green-shirted woman looked elegant, gently opened her lips and smiled faintly, "It's okay, brother, be careful!"

At this time, some people were surrounded, and someone whispered, "Isn't this the daughter of the cave owner, Kong Ying?"

"Ah! Goddess Qishu, on the side of the water, I want it, I can't turn around... Oh, no, I got it today!" Some people called themselves romantic, shook their fans and sighed, and were immediately thrown away.

"Sure enough, it's Kong Ying. Who is that unkempt boy? How can he be with the goddess!"

Their voices were extremely low, but everyone was monks, and Bai Lang still heard it clearly. He suddenly felt that the woman was so familiar. It turned out to be Kong Qing's sister, but he didn't expect that she was so gentle and pitiful.

However, Bai Lang was only a little surprised and fell into meditation. He was completely immersed in the world of copying swordsmanship. He slowly raised his steps with an indifferent face, and everything around him had been abandoned outside his world.

"Wan!"

There was another uproar around. Unexpectedly, this decadent teenager actually regarded Luoxia Godde as air. He didn't look at it at all. Even Kong Ying couldn't help flashing a trace of surprise on his face and looked at the strange teenager curiously.

Bai Lang didn't notice this at all. There was only one figure in his mind, a huge sword, and countless swords roaring. He kept understanding and evolving, forgetting everything around him.

"Who is this boy? How dare he ignore the goddess? I want to beat him up!"

"He must have broken his brain!"

......

"You idiots, this person is the white man who defeated the disciples of Xuanmeng a few days ago!"

"I just saw him walk out of that 'forbidden room'!"

For a moment, everyone's faces changed again and looked at each other in astonishment!