"How can we break through to the realm of harmony? Listening to the teacher of the heart training class said that the peak of J Τ ng’s will is like a drawn sword, and then you can become a swordsman. It’s easier said than done. It’s hard to win J Τ ng’s will completely! "

Chen Shaobai shook his head. He put the hope of breakthrough on the quarterly experience.
The original room was clear and fragrant, and some distracted minds suddenly tightened. Chen Shaobai tilted his head slightly to find Wei Yong’s green eyes looking at himself with Y and N.
"Even if you are a swordsman, I am not a vegetarian."
Wiped on the side of the sword frame, two handles of refined swords, Chen Shaobai’s mouth evoked a cold and proud radian.
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Today, the fifth Southern Witch has the audacity to recommend it!
Chapter 60 Double explosion lore
Chapter 60
A village leader in a hundred miles east of Zihuan City.
Mao Shi’s first ray of the sun pierced the dawn and thousands of chickens crowed.
The mornijīng dew has not been evaporated by the sun, which makes the road three ri Chen Shaobai j and ng God shake.
After taking out a map and a wanted order from the pocket to confirm that he didn’t go the wrong way, Chen Shaobai relaxed a little, took two pieces of refined swords from behind and sat and closed his eyes to cultivate himself.
It’s pure cultivation, not meditation. Practice has been on the road for three days and three nights, and I have slept for two hours. Even if my body can carry it, he dare not move his blood at will. J: ng God lost his blood and ran around, causing irreversible dark injuries to the dirty.
Besides, considering the eyeing up behind him, he can’t practice.
Half an hour later
Chen Shaobai’s ear shook gently, and his face floated with a cold smile. He suddenly got up and firmly fixed the two refined swords and pulled out the green Se sword behind him.
"You would have waited for me and the thief to fight for each other before making moves. I didn’t expect to lose my resistance to Xing so soon."
A slender, dark-haired and blue-eyed cold man slowly paced out of the Woods, and his eyes were covered with a faint black circle. Obviously, he was also suffering from these tracking.
"Xu Yiwu is just a fencing figure who has practiced for a few years. A swordsman can pick him up casually. If he doesn’t kill too many people, he has a ShaQi. What qualifications does he have to be hung on the university experience list? I’m afraid you picked him up just to lure me out! It’s better to kill you than to kill you before. "
Hear each other’s analysis and explanation. Chen Shaobai sneers at "Patience is impatience. Where do you get so many masturbation words?"? Lying a thousand times won’t change the fact that your body and mind are not harmonious enough. "
Although Wei Yong claims to be the strongest freshman with the initial strength of the body and mind, others can’t see that he has touched this level. After observing him for three months, Chen Shaobai can see that his level is not stable
If it’s not a mental illness, it’s a breakthrough
Indeed as expected Chen Shaobai this a Wei Yong immediately changed face se seems to be poked in the sore spot "that again! I can still slay your sword! "
He broke through into a swordsman by relying on a mysterious treasure called "Ning Soul Dan" but failed to get through his mind. evil influence’s realm is much worse than that of normal penance, but even so, his strength is still much better than that of the glass mirror swordsman.
"Say more and die!"
Wei Yong shook his sword and stepped on seven stars to instantly cross the distance between the two people. The dark ink wound in his hand drew an arc in the middle, which seemed to attract all the morning sunshine. The Gangfeng was true, concise and extremely lethal.
In the face of this sword, Chen Shaobai consciously practiced hard. In March, Skynet’s hands shuttled back and forth like a green line, condensed into a vine-like net and instantly caged the other side’s sword.
However, when the sword breathes, the Gangfeng rages and destroys the grass, trees and shrubs in the range of three feet around them, and even the ground has many shallow gullies.
Chen Shaobai suddenly felt that his hand felt wrong. Tell a little J and jīng God to see it and suddenly his heart sank.
In the hands of ten thousand swords, there are more than six or seven scars as deep as half a finger. Continue to fight, even if your fencing can compete with each other, you can’t support it.
So he simply hurled the universal front in the past to win the breathing machine, and the steps staggered and fell, but he didn’t mess up at all. Two refined swords immediately appeared in his hands.
This movement is as smooth as flowing water without any stagnation, as if the program had been rehearsed a hundred times.
Wei Yongxian also saw that a sword was going to be thrown and a cold hum was squeezed out of Wan Kefei’s nose. "A swordsman will always be a swordsman and can’t be a swordsman opponent!"
Before his dragon stride, the ink wound in his hand waved and crocheted into a net to divide the whole area two feet ahead into the dead zone-it was actually Skynet!
Although his swordsmanship attainments in this pass are not as profound as those in Chen Shaobai, the strength blessing of the swordsman’s initial territory looks stronger.
Although the sword has never been in the body, the turbulent Gangfeng has already chopped up Chen Shaobai’s floating black hair and spilled some blood beads. He has no doubt that if he gently slides over his body with the real Gangfeng black sword, he will immediately split it into two pieces, and even if there is air therapy, he will be able to save the day.