Chapter 38 Sword Cultivation in the Annihilation of Time

A little joke is harmless, but it can adjust life. Zhang Yan felt that at least he was in a much better mood by the two little guys.

The team is moving forward slowly. At this speed, it will take more than a month to reach Thousand Mirror City. After seven or eight days like this, Zhang Yan gradually learned a lot from Du Lengyu. For example, Shuiyuezong is a small sect where female practitioners are piled up, and for example, the distribution of power in the destination Qianjing City...

In the evening, everyone camped in front of a clear lake in a mysterious sunset. Everyone raised a bonfire in front of the lake, watched the clear lake water not far away, listened to the sound of wild birds splashing in the air, and were in a good mood for a moment.

Women are all emotional. Even if they embark on the road of practice, the things in their bones will not change. Like seeing the shadow of the lake in the evening in front of them, they will chat with excitement, and their eyebrows are full of longing and joy, which makes Zhang Yan very confused and finds more deeply that he is an uninhuman. After all, the child of the matter still doesn't know about women.

He bit a water plant in his mouth, and Zhang Yan came up from the lake barefoot. The last touch of the sky was stained on his cold and handsome cheeks, which was unique and special, with a dreamy color. Du Lengyu, who was sitting by the bonfire, was stunned. Her eyes were colorful and she didn't notice that Qinshan beside her was watching her eating and laughing.

Zhang Yan came to the shore and consciously sat next to Du Lengyu. He glanced at the long sword behind Qin Shan and asked with a smile, "Why don't you take off the burden and have a good rest?"

Qinshan smiled, cleared her throat, and said in a pinched tone, "The sword is in the man, and the sword is dead."

"Is this the integrity that swordsmen must have?"

Zhang Yan glanced at her disdainfully and reached out to put on her shoes. Through the contact these days, he became familiar with this round-faced girl, and his words were much more casual.

Hearing the words, Qinshan's face turned green, put away her smile and explained solemnly, "No, this is what I insisted on. Since I was five years old, the master passed on Qing Chong to me, and I have been carrying it on my back for nearly 12 years. I regard it as my closest partner and say it can be good conduct, but it can It's not a burden."

Qingchong is the name of the sword on Qin Shan's back. In Zhang Yan's view, this metal sword is also the best magic weapon, which is not a powerful magic weapon. However, seeing that Qin Shan looked serious, he could not make fun of her any more, but he was very curious about one thing and took this opportunity to say it.

"Flying sword and long sword, there is a big difference between the two. Why didn't you Shuiyuezong choose the long sword instead of using the dexterous and changeable flying sword as the magic weapon?"

"Of course..." Qin Shan opened her mouth without thinking, but was stunned to find that no one seemed to have asked this question.

No one asked, and naturally she didn't know the reason, so she didn't look timlancholy, but fell into thinking. It seems that Zhang Yan's question stunned this girl who is very sword-obsessive.

"Let me say it." Du Lengyu smiled at Zhang Yan, and there was a trace of gentleness on his charming jade face. He brewed a little and said softly, "Flying swords and long swords are actually a kind of swords. One is mainly controlled, and the other is mainly controlled, driving and controlling; the holder is the opportunity of flesh and blood. The realms of the two can't be said on the same day.

Zhang Yan Daqi said, "I have witnessed many battles. It seems that the power of the flying sword is greater than the long sword. A sword cuts the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and the other holds a long sword and controls the ten-foot range. How can the flying sword fall down?"

"I was as puzzled as you, so I asked the master. Unfortunately, the master didn't know much about it, and I only got some vague answers."

Du Lengyu seemed to have expected that Zhang Yan would ask this question. As soon as he finished speaking, she opened her mouth without thinking, and there was a trace of confusion on her charming cheeks.

"Oh, what did your master say?" Zhang Yan was even more curious.

"My master said that in ancient times, there was a group of extremely powerful monks, who were different from all the cultivation sects today. They entered the road with swords and were called sword practitioners. The sword in their hands killed fiercely with swords. Their swords were also fierce and fierce. Their swords were not stored in their backs, but warm. Raised in the yuan god, the whole person and the sword depend on each other, and their lives are double cultivated. There is no distinction between a long sword and a flying sword at all.

Enter the road with a sword!

Life double cultivation?

Zhang Yan suddenly remembered the plagiarism figure who entered the way with array. The familiar and abnormal words came to his mind again, and there was already a stormy wave in his heart.

In ancient times, there were such talented people who proved all laws together?

Jian Xiu, Jian Xiu, why have you never heard their names now? Haven't you seen them kill one person in ten steps and stay for thousands of miles?

......

Zhang Yan said her doubts, but unfortunately, Du Lengyu didn't know. Maybe the reason why she was lost was probably because of these reasons.

Before Zhang Yan came to his senses, he suddenly heard an angry beast roar coming from the faraway lake.

It's an ugly voice!

With a bleak look, everyone looked at it and saw thousands of huge waves in the lake thousands of feet away. In the middle of the night, it was like a lake monster making waves there. But Zhang Yan knew that it was not a lake monster, but an ugly man fighting there.

When he came to this lake, the ugly took Xiaomei into the lake and went to play in the far away. At this time, the strange appearance showed that the two little guys were in danger!

These thoughts flashed through my mind. Before the girls of Shuiyuezong could react, Zhang Yan's body had turned into a dark shadow and went there.

"Wow, this monster has just fucking condensed the golden elixir, and dares to worship us, bite him to death, bite him to death!"

Thousands of feet away, in the waves of anger, the green lotus leaves above the head, the little beautiful feet in the green cloth shirt stood in the air, the little face was full of anger, a pair of big dark eyes were round, and the little arms were not swinging randomly, obviously angry.

At dozens of feet, the ugly man roared in his mouth, and his body jumped rapidly, flashing around a huge monster like a shadow. At the same time, countless cyan wind blades shot out of his claws and mouth, surging towards the monster.

This monster is like an octopus magnified a hundred times, with skin like a sticky black **. A pair of red eyes are like a pair of lanterns, buried in thousands of buckets of thick tentacles. In the face of the attack of the ugly wind blade, it just waved countless tentacles and easily smashed the wind blade. It itself did not suffer any harm, and it He took the opportunity to swing his tentacles and rolled away to the ugly, but because the ugly man was small, he was always flashed through the cracks of the tentacles.

did not hurt the monster, which seemed to make the ugly man quite irritable. The roar in his mouth became more and more rapid, and countless light cyan whirlpools suddenly appeared around his body, and the speed was much faster in an instant.

The lake rolled and boiled, and the monster's tentacles were shaking all over the sky, but the ugly was like a white light, in which lightning flashed and attacked. Xiaomei cursed with a hateful face, but did not dare to help, for fear of leaking the breath of Qingmu in her body and attracting more monsters.

"Eight-eye Zhang Demon!"

Zhang Yan came and instantly saw the origin of the monster. There was a trace of shock in his eyes, not because the eight-eye demon that had condensed the golden elixir, but because of the performance of the ugly. The little guy can fight against it. Isn't his strength growing too fast?!

Without crossing the disaster, he could compete with a six-level monster that condensed the golden elixir. Zhang Yan did not find that after three years of sleep recovery, the strength of the ugly had been raised to an incredible height, which had to surprise him.

(The fever is very uncomfortable, a little less, very guilty...)