Such means must come from the hands of Demon Venerable Lu Zhuoyu!

Those two loose cultivators are not extremely talented, how did they get the Demon Venerable Blue Eyes?

The sect master only felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart. He ran the exercise, two small golden lotus flowers quickly appeared in his eyes, and raised his hand to form several handprints: "Xumi a mustard seed!"

Two golden lotuses rose from under their feet, enclosing all the Yuanqing Sect people.

The sword light covered the sky and covered the earth, so there was only a thick red like blood left between the heaven and the earth. The sword light passed through the flower buds and blood splashed the golden lotus.

Although Luo Jingxuan was thrown away by Ying Baiye, he was also affected by Sword Intent. He closed his eyes and let the despair of crying that day penetrate his heart.

Since he has practiced the Supreme Purity Technique, his mood has become increasingly indifferent. Only when Bai Hanchi is involved, his mood becomes particularly intense. The master said that he was an excellent candidate to practice the Supreme Pure Dharma, but he only felt numb and tired.

Such a majestic sword intent must come from an unparalleled Mahayana monk, right?

After being reborn, can you still have such intense love and hate?

...

hundreds of miles away

Xie Yun stood on the sword, and he covered the upper half of his face with one hand.

Bai Hanchi burst into tears, and the sword intent aggravated the despair in his heart. He stared at the high sky under the spirit sword and struggled slightly—he wanted to jump down just like that.

Ying Baiye coughed a few times: "Don't worry, no one will die."

If they can kill a cultivator in one blow, they will also be hanged by the aftermath. The only one who might die has already been thrown out by him in advance.

Xie Yun slowly put down his hand, he thought thoughtfully: "I always thought that the strongest and sharpest in this world is the sword, the short sword is light and the heavy sword is powerful... It turns out that whether it is a sword or a knife, it can be attached to it. The 'meaning' of the monks themselves."

How many important people have to be lost to have such despair? Sword Intent Sword Intent, the sword is just a carrier, and the intention is itself.

Xie Yun's eyes gradually emptied, and then he closed his eyes, released his hand, and Bai Hanchi, who was crying, went down as he wished.

Ying Baiye: "..."

He embraced Xie Yun, grabbed Bai Hanchi's collar by the way, freed his hand and threw out a small nuclear boat, the nuclear boat grew long when it saw the wind, and turned into a shuttle boat that could carry people in the blink of an eye.

Ying Baiye put these two worry-free people in the shuttle boat.

Bai Hanchi sniffed, huddled in the corner and continued to cry.

Xie Yun had already closed his eyes. He seemed to have fallen into some extremely mysterious realm. He leaned against the wall with his upper body and slanted towards Ying Baiye, just bumping into his chest.

The author has something to say: why am I so late recently...

I was wrong, the big fish knelt down.

Chapter 34 - Seeking the Way

Xie Yun always carried a cold aroma of melting ice and snow.

Xie Yun's hair swept across Ying Baiye's neck, a little itch crawled into his heart along the skin.

The shuttle boat is a medium-grade spiritual tool. Ying Baiye was interested in the hidden function of the shuttle boat at first, but he was used to traveling alone, so he ignored the size of the shuttle boat.

The space in the cabin is small, and it can barely fit three big men, leaving not much space for everyone.

Ying Baiye's whole body froze, he leaned back against the wall, tilted his head slightly, and let Xie Yun lean into his arms completely.

The white jade sword left by the unreliable master really killed a thousand enemies and lost a hundred. Although several of them were not injured by the spiritual power of the sword, they were all affected by the sword intent.

Bai Hanchi himself was unsteady, and the sword intent was extraordinarily pathetic, which undoubtedly aggravated Bai Hanchi's despair.

Even Ying Baiye, who was always cold and hard and could even struggle to get out of his inner demons again and again, was affected by the sword intent.

And Xie Yun was a sword cultivator, and he was much more affected by the sword intent than him. Fortunately, Xie Yun was calm and self-controlled, and was not disturbed by the sword intent.

At this moment, he suddenly fell into a drowsiness, and he should have felt something in the sword intent.

Ying Baiye stopped moving so as not to disturb Xie Yun, but just stared at Xie Yun's profile for a long time.

He felt that his heartbeat was slowing down, and some strange softness was spinning around the tip of his heart, but he didn't bother to think about what kind of emotion it was.

This kind of... long, fluffy and sweet conscience like Jiangmi cake.

Who knows what it is? It didn't matter, he had enough time to confirm what he was thinking.

...

Ying Baiye didn't want to cultivate, but just stared at the void aimlessly, until Xie Yun, who was beside him, made a move - the momentum on Xie Yun's body was gradually rising, he seemed to be a bottomless vortex, and the aura of the heaven and earth around him was not for a moment. Stop and pour it into Xie Yun's body!

Ying Baiye took out two talisman papers to seal the shuttle boat, so as not to reveal the whereabouts of the shuttle boat.

The bubbling movement of spiritual energy shocked Bai Hanchi. He woke up from the drowsiness, shook his head, and finally realized that he had left the secret realm.

Bai Hanchi whispered: "He..."

Ying Baiye put his finger on his lips and motioned Bai Hanchi not to make a sound. He took out a bottle of elixir from the storage ring, threw it to Bai Hanchi, and said, "Take care of your breath."

Bai Hanchi opened the medicinal pill bottle, and there was a medicinal medicinal pill that was as moist as white jade, and the strong medicinal fragrance came out.

Xie Yun's cultivation level gradually rose past the late Yuanying period and the peak of Yuanying, and stagnated at the peak of Yuanying period for as long as a stick of incense. Although it could not be seen from the outside, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around Xie Yun had always maintained a boiling state.

Xie Yun seemed to be in a certain empty space, surrounded by bright or dark sword forms, there were heavy snow without the moon, there were flowers on the ice, and there was the daring moon... These were all sword forms that Xie Yun was proud of.

In this space, all the sword stances that Xie Yun had learned were concretized into a certain image.

However, the sword styles with different imagery are all about the same sword intent - sharp and cold.

The space is filled with the same bright moon and snow, and it is also filled with nothing new and sharp and cold. These fancy sword poses are displayed at the moment, but they can only be regarded as empty appearances.

But what's missing? What is the meaning of the sword?

In the depths of the freezing cold, there is a star of warm spring.

Xie Yun crossed the ice and snow field and found a long sword with spring colors surging in the place where the bright moon hung high. Like a sigh.