Chapter 88: Exclusive destiny, a sword from another life
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Li Yue Wu Sheng
"I'm admiring the moon and admiring the fairies under the moon!"
Feng Liu's eyes fell on the treetops above his head and he said leisurely.
"Poor mouth!"
talking room.
The corner of Zhao Churan's mouth raised a faint smile that she didn't even notice.
She tiptoed and fell lightly from the treetop.
Shi Shiran fell in front of Fengliu.
The cold moonlight shrouded her body.
Dressed in white clothes spotless.
The breeze blows and the clothes are flying.
Her hair was as black as lacquer, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were like stars. She was extremely delicate and elegant.
In a trance, people think they have seen a fairy.
"The silhouette of a giant under the moon is suspected to be the fairy in the painting."
Feng Liu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but chant in a low voice.
Have to admit.
Even though I have met Zhao Churan many times, I have even had close contact with him.
But every time I see her.
Still can't help but be amazed by her.
The best in the world!
Feng Liu looked at her with interest: "By the way, didn't you say you had something to give me when I sent my cousin home? What is it?"
In fact, he had already guessed it, but he still asked her deliberately.
Hearing this, Zhao Churan lowered his eyes slightly.
After a pause, he raised his eyes and looked firmly at Feng Liu.
"I decided to believe you!"
"Teach you our Taoist sect's supreme swordsmanship - the sword of the world."
After Zhao Churan saw with his own eyes Feng Liu's selfless care for Zhang Lingyi, his elder brother.
She was deeply moved by Feng Liu's sincerity.
Change the previous bad impression of Fengliu.
I feel that Fengliu is the kind of hero that Master said before, a great hero with a righteous mind who can save the world!
Coupled with Zhang Lingyi's current physical condition.
Zhao Churan finally made up his mind to teach him the swordsmanship.
Although it was expected, Feng Liu was still excited instantly.
He quickly hugged Zhao Churan and said, "Thank you, Fairy Wife!"
Zhao Churan blushed, "Who is your wife?! Stop screaming!"
She quickly changed the subject.
"I'm just a preacher, so I don't know this sword technique. I just know the contents of the sword manual."
"You can only speak orally. Whether you can practice it or not depends on your own luck."
After speaking, Zhao Churan took out a sword from behind and threw it to Feng Liu.
"This sword is called the Separation Sword, and it has been passed down from generation to generation by our Taoist sect."
"Now, it's yours!"
Feng Liu caught the sword steadily and looked at it carefully.
The sword is about three feet long and two fingers wide.
The hilt of the sword is painted with simple yet complicated cloud patterns.
The sword body is as black as ink.
If you look closely, you can see that the sword is extremely sharp and seems to be able to cut off everything in the world.
The entire sword glowed a strange blood red when facing the moonlight.
Looking at it makes me feel cold all over!
"Good sword!"
Feng Liu's eyes lit up and he praised.
He couldn't wait to start practicing his sword in the open space.
Zhao Churan stood aside and spoke unhurriedly.
"A sword in this world has only one move, and one move can have thousands of variations."
"There is one change in the first realm, two changes in the second realm, four changes in the fourth realm, eight changes in the fifth realm, and sixteen changes in the sixth realm."
"The changes are endless. As long as you make a move, it will kill you with one strike."
……
Her voice was like the impact of jade, clear and beautiful.
Feng Liu took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sword skills that Zhao Churan said. At the same time, he used the Pure Yang Supreme Kung Fu as a base and swung the sword out.
The swordsmanship was a bit sluggish at first.
Fengliu is not discouraged.
He has six senses and feels the sword with his heart.
The whole person and the sword gradually became one as if they were old friends reunited.
Finally, he gathered all the strength in his palm and transferred it to the sword body.
The body kicked off the ground, made a neat spin, and suddenly swung the sword, and the sword drew a perfect arc in the air.
The sharp sword energy shot through the air like thunder.
next second.
"Boom--" A loud bang.
The thousand-year-old trees that could only be hugged by eight people were suddenly split into two halves.
Feng Liu sheathed his sword proudly and thought to himself.
"If my aunt sees this tomorrow, she will be heartbroken."
He walked towards Zhao Churan with his head held high and praised.
"Is this the first level of a sword in another world? It's really amazing!"
Looking at Feng Liu, Zhao Churan took a breath of air and stared at Feng Liu in disbelief.
Is he...is he still human?
He actually reached the first level so easily!
Those of my senior brothers who had their muscles and veins severed and their energy exhausted due to practicing this sword technique died.
All of them are masters who have practiced for many years.
It seemed that she was right, Feng Liu was indeed the Lord of Destiny!
at this time.
Feng Liu also tightened his grip on the sword hilt in his hand, his confidence doubled.
"When I practice hard for a few more days, I will be able to master the God of Killing."
With his current strength.
He judged that if he met the God of Death again, he would have a chance to kill him!
……
the other side.
In the living room of a huge villa.
Yin Jing's current state was completely opposite to Feng Liu's triumphant mood.
He was frantically slamming the cup on the table in front of him.
He stared at his two small eyes, his facial features twisted together ferociously in anger, and veins popped out in his temples.
His entire face turned the color of pig liver, and his cheeks were trembling slightly with anger.
"Fengliu! You bastard!"
"it's all because of you!"
"I don't know what kind of ecstasy was poured into my Xiaoyu, so that she only knows how to practice singing and only knows how to listen to you!"
"Die for me! Climb for me!"
Because Yang Yuqi was repeatedly rejected on dates he initiated.
Just now, he went completely crazy after hanging up the phone after being rejected again.
Although Yang Yuqi only said that she wanted to practice singing, she did not mention Fengliu.
But Yin Jing is still suspicious.
It was because of Fengliu that she rejected herself.
When I was a child, she liked me so much and even gave me food to eat.
How could you be so indifferent to me now?
She hates fighting.
So I pretended to be a coward in front of her!
If she has no one in her heart, how could she reject me?
thinking.
Yin Jing's dissatisfaction and hatred towards Feng Liu had reached its peak.
It didn't take a while.
There were fragments of glass and ceramics all over the ground.
The burly God of Death who was as tall as a mountain didn't even dare to show off his anger when he was standing next to him.
He knelt on one knee on the ground with his eyes and nose in mind.
Quietly waiting for Yin Jing to completely vent his emotions.
Weird.
Although I have seen the Lord’s manic side before.
But this time he seemed particularly angry.
For a woman, is it worth it?
The God of Death thought.
ten minutes later.
Yin Jing had already smashed the living room until there was nothing left to smash.
Only then did he breathe heavily and regain some sense.
"You went to Feng Liu and found out what happened?"
The God of Death replied respectfully.
"Back to my lord, I fought with him. This person has indeed practiced, but compared to me -"
As he spoke, he let out a disdainful snort.
"That's all! I can kill him easily!"
"it is good!"
Yin Jing finally showed a hint of joy on his face.
At this time.
His cell phone rang suddenly and he picked it up to look at the caller ID.
Immediately beamed with joy.
It's Yang Yuqi calling!
She must have suddenly figured it out and wanted to change her mind and agree to his invitation!
Yin Jing guessed happily, cleared his throat, and pressed the answer button with a slight trembling...
Feng Liu's eyes fell on the treetops above his head and he said leisurely.
"Poor mouth!"
talking room.
The corner of Zhao Churan's mouth raised a faint smile that she didn't even notice.
She tiptoed and fell lightly from the treetop.
Shi Shiran fell in front of Fengliu.
The cold moonlight shrouded her body.
Dressed in white clothes spotless.
The breeze blows and the clothes are flying.
Her hair was as black as lacquer, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were like stars. She was extremely delicate and elegant.
In a trance, people think they have seen a fairy.
"The silhouette of a giant under the moon is suspected to be the fairy in the painting."
Feng Liu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but chant in a low voice.
Have to admit.
Even though I have met Zhao Churan many times, I have even had close contact with him.
But every time I see her.
Still can't help but be amazed by her.
The best in the world!
Feng Liu looked at her with interest: "By the way, didn't you say you had something to give me when I sent my cousin home? What is it?"
In fact, he had already guessed it, but he still asked her deliberately.
Hearing this, Zhao Churan lowered his eyes slightly.
After a pause, he raised his eyes and looked firmly at Feng Liu.
"I decided to believe you!"
"Teach you our Taoist sect's supreme swordsmanship - the sword of the world."
After Zhao Churan saw with his own eyes Feng Liu's selfless care for Zhang Lingyi, his elder brother.
She was deeply moved by Feng Liu's sincerity.
Change the previous bad impression of Fengliu.
I feel that Fengliu is the kind of hero that Master said before, a great hero with a righteous mind who can save the world!
Coupled with Zhang Lingyi's current physical condition.
Zhao Churan finally made up his mind to teach him the swordsmanship.
Although it was expected, Feng Liu was still excited instantly.
He quickly hugged Zhao Churan and said, "Thank you, Fairy Wife!"
Zhao Churan blushed, "Who is your wife?! Stop screaming!"
She quickly changed the subject.
"I'm just a preacher, so I don't know this sword technique. I just know the contents of the sword manual."
"You can only speak orally. Whether you can practice it or not depends on your own luck."
After speaking, Zhao Churan took out a sword from behind and threw it to Feng Liu.
"This sword is called the Separation Sword, and it has been passed down from generation to generation by our Taoist sect."
"Now, it's yours!"
Feng Liu caught the sword steadily and looked at it carefully.
The sword is about three feet long and two fingers wide.
The hilt of the sword is painted with simple yet complicated cloud patterns.
The sword body is as black as ink.
If you look closely, you can see that the sword is extremely sharp and seems to be able to cut off everything in the world.
The entire sword glowed a strange blood red when facing the moonlight.
Looking at it makes me feel cold all over!
"Good sword!"
Feng Liu's eyes lit up and he praised.
He couldn't wait to start practicing his sword in the open space.
Zhao Churan stood aside and spoke unhurriedly.
"A sword in this world has only one move, and one move can have thousands of variations."
"There is one change in the first realm, two changes in the second realm, four changes in the fourth realm, eight changes in the fifth realm, and sixteen changes in the sixth realm."
"The changes are endless. As long as you make a move, it will kill you with one strike."
……
Her voice was like the impact of jade, clear and beautiful.
Feng Liu took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sword skills that Zhao Churan said. At the same time, he used the Pure Yang Supreme Kung Fu as a base and swung the sword out.
The swordsmanship was a bit sluggish at first.
Fengliu is not discouraged.
He has six senses and feels the sword with his heart.
The whole person and the sword gradually became one as if they were old friends reunited.
Finally, he gathered all the strength in his palm and transferred it to the sword body.
The body kicked off the ground, made a neat spin, and suddenly swung the sword, and the sword drew a perfect arc in the air.
The sharp sword energy shot through the air like thunder.
next second.
"Boom--" A loud bang.
The thousand-year-old trees that could only be hugged by eight people were suddenly split into two halves.
Feng Liu sheathed his sword proudly and thought to himself.
"If my aunt sees this tomorrow, she will be heartbroken."
He walked towards Zhao Churan with his head held high and praised.
"Is this the first level of a sword in another world? It's really amazing!"
Looking at Feng Liu, Zhao Churan took a breath of air and stared at Feng Liu in disbelief.
Is he...is he still human?
He actually reached the first level so easily!
Those of my senior brothers who had their muscles and veins severed and their energy exhausted due to practicing this sword technique died.
All of them are masters who have practiced for many years.
It seemed that she was right, Feng Liu was indeed the Lord of Destiny!
at this time.
Feng Liu also tightened his grip on the sword hilt in his hand, his confidence doubled.
"When I practice hard for a few more days, I will be able to master the God of Killing."
With his current strength.
He judged that if he met the God of Death again, he would have a chance to kill him!
……
the other side.
In the living room of a huge villa.
Yin Jing's current state was completely opposite to Feng Liu's triumphant mood.
He was frantically slamming the cup on the table in front of him.
He stared at his two small eyes, his facial features twisted together ferociously in anger, and veins popped out in his temples.
His entire face turned the color of pig liver, and his cheeks were trembling slightly with anger.
"Fengliu! You bastard!"
"it's all because of you!"
"I don't know what kind of ecstasy was poured into my Xiaoyu, so that she only knows how to practice singing and only knows how to listen to you!"
"Die for me! Climb for me!"
Because Yang Yuqi was repeatedly rejected on dates he initiated.
Just now, he went completely crazy after hanging up the phone after being rejected again.
Although Yang Yuqi only said that she wanted to practice singing, she did not mention Fengliu.
But Yin Jing is still suspicious.
It was because of Fengliu that she rejected herself.
When I was a child, she liked me so much and even gave me food to eat.
How could you be so indifferent to me now?
She hates fighting.
So I pretended to be a coward in front of her!
If she has no one in her heart, how could she reject me?
thinking.
Yin Jing's dissatisfaction and hatred towards Feng Liu had reached its peak.
It didn't take a while.
There were fragments of glass and ceramics all over the ground.
The burly God of Death who was as tall as a mountain didn't even dare to show off his anger when he was standing next to him.
He knelt on one knee on the ground with his eyes and nose in mind.
Quietly waiting for Yin Jing to completely vent his emotions.
Weird.
Although I have seen the Lord’s manic side before.
But this time he seemed particularly angry.
For a woman, is it worth it?
The God of Death thought.
ten minutes later.
Yin Jing had already smashed the living room until there was nothing left to smash.
Only then did he breathe heavily and regain some sense.
"You went to Feng Liu and found out what happened?"
The God of Death replied respectfully.
"Back to my lord, I fought with him. This person has indeed practiced, but compared to me -"
As he spoke, he let out a disdainful snort.
"That's all! I can kill him easily!"
"it is good!"
Yin Jing finally showed a hint of joy on his face.
At this time.
His cell phone rang suddenly and he picked it up to look at the caller ID.
Immediately beamed with joy.
It's Yang Yuqi calling!
She must have suddenly figured it out and wanted to change her mind and agree to his invitation!
Yin Jing guessed happily, cleared his throat, and pressed the answer button with a slight trembling...
