Vol 2 Chapter 567: Return to the Lei Di Valley

The sun rises and the sunset, the clouds roll cloud, the tide rises and falls, and the days above the desert islands pass by.
A month's time passed quickly. In these days, Xiao Chen was immersed in the understanding of the Four Seasons.
The spring thunder and the burning of the eight wild, in the day and night, thousands of times under the tempering, have been very skilled, as long as the mind can be immediately urged.
It’s just the third stroke of the autumn, but it’s still a mess, and there’s no clue.
Bai Shui’s autumn wind was bleak, and his impression was too deep. It had already formed a brand in his mind, and it was difficult to extricate himself. It is hard to think of anything other than the wind that can represent autumn.
"The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn wind is bleak, but why is the autumn wind bleak?"
Xiao Chen took out a knife, the four seasons knife operation, the knife body trembled, and an autumn wind rose out of nowhere.
Where the autumn wind passed, a huge block of boulder, broken into inches, turned into a powder as the wind blows, and the boulder disappeared directly.
"No, it’s not that you understand it. It’s hard to have a chance to improve."
Receiving the knife and returning to the sheath, Xiao Chen's eyebrows are close, shaking his head and saying.
Putting the knife on his side, Xiao Chen lay on the ground and looked at the clouds above the sky, once again falling into meditation.
The autumn wind is bleak, why must the autumn wind be bleak?
Rumble!
I do not know when, the white clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, the rolling clouds filled the sky, and the sound of the thunder rang.
Ticking.
A drop of rain fell on the tip of Xiao Chen's nose, and suddenly a cool infiltration came in, and the spirit of people was one of them.
Xiao Chen’s heart suddenly moved, why the autumn wind must be bleak, but it varies from person to person.
The trees withered and withered, the autumn wind struck, sweeping the tide, sweeping all the leaves, overbearing cold, without a trace of human feelings.
This is the understanding of Baishuihe, but the autumn is also cool, hot summer, hot summer. When autumn comes, how can it not make people look forward to it, how can there be a bit of sorrow.
Oh la la!
The dark clouds covered the top, and the drizzle that had been brewing for a long time fell from the sky. The clothes of Xiao Chen were quickly wet, but the people did not feel cold, but only felt cool.
"Autumn rain, autumn rain, this is my way, my knife. Baishuihe you are a generation of Wudi, the holy of the knife. You have learned the bleak autumn wind, sweeping into the world."
"Then I will take the autumn rain as a guide, and compete with you."
In the heavy rain, Xiao Chen was soaked, but the expression on his face was very incomparable, and he laughed because he finally figured it out.
In the vitality of the body, according to the heart of the four seasons, the knife quickly runs, and the knife moves with ease, waving slowly in the continuous rain curtain.
As the blade dances, the surrounding rainwater is drawn and a thin water curtain is formed behind the blade.
Inducing the power of rain on the blade, Xiao Chen’s heart is a joy, and the momentum that condenses in the body converges on the blade and bursts out.
A knife cut from the tip of the knife, shot out, rain behind the knife, tens of millions of drops of rain, quickly condensed.
All the rain in the sky was actually attracted to the past by this knife, and finally formed a wave of water ripples and coolness.
The rapid speed of the knife slid across the surface of the sea, and the sea was immediately divided into two halves, and it broke.
The meaning of the knife is gentle and quiet, making people feel so refreshing, just like seeing a quiet fairy, all the heat in the heart is gone.
The power of the knife can be separated from the sea water, no worse than the autumn wind of Baishuihe.
"Become, this trick is a gentle knife, it is called Qiu Shui Yi people."
Xiao Chen smiled slightly and closed the knife. The rain that had stopped was once again slammed down.
Time passes slowly, one month's time, once again a calm past.
Xiao Chen is constantly familiar with the three tricks that have been realized, the spring thunder, the burning of the eight wild, and the autumn water Iraq.
Each knife's artistic conception is completely different and unique. It is all Xiao Chen's own experience and sentiment. Born out of the four seasons, it is stronger than anyone's four seasons.
There are still two tricks left in the Four Seasons Knife Method. They are the one in the winter and the one in the four seasons. They also need their own sentiments.
If you follow the path of Baishui River, Xiao Chen can immediately improve the four seasons knife method, but that is meaningless, and everyone is embarrassed.
"Forget it, don't think about it for a while, I can understand that the three moves are not easy. These four seasons are too sophisticated and insightful."
In the past 30 days, Xiao Chen has been thinking about the last two moves, but there has been no progress. It has been abolished for two months. He has not had much time.
The things in the Tiandao Pavilion, the things of Xiaohe in the Mohe City, will take a lot of time. It’s only half a year since the five-nation tournament, and we can’t continue to think hard.
On this day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.
On the desert island, Xiao Chen simply practiced the first three strokes of the four seasons knife, and then began his journey with the knife.
Among the clouds, Xiao Chen hurried forward, the wind blew from the ear, long hair and clothes, and kept dancing.
Now that he has reached the half-step of the Emperor, he can continue to travel in the air.
The speed of four times the speed of sound makes his speed extremely fast, and the white clouds are constantly being left behind by him.
Seven days later, Lei Di Valley, the gateway to Tianwu, appeared in his vision. Xiao Chen stopped thinking and thought.
Xiao Chen, who had planned to fly directly, looked at the immortal Thunder will, which was immortal in the air, and changed his mind.
Killing the mood, relying on the help of the Scarlet Throne, has been trained to the limit, and now the test of killing has no way to progress, the need for their own understanding.
However, his thunderous mood, but still stays in the realm of Dacheng, a little distance from the limit, this thundering will on the Lei Di Valley, perhaps his chance.
With a decision in the heart, Xiao Chen descended from the clouds and fell to the top of the gorge on both sides of the Lei Di Valley.
On the Lei Di Valley, people all over the world have learned the Thunder mood here, and all of them are the strongmen of the half-step Wuhuang. Looking at the appearance of Xiao Chen, the brows are wrinkled.
The immortal Thunder will, which is immortal, will move slowly from the air along an established route.
Under this line, all the good positions have already been occupied by people.
Moreover, comprehending the artistic conception requires a quiet environment, and the less people act, the greater the role will be. The larger the number of people will affect their respective epiphanies.
Therefore, this Lei Di Valley, not very good to stay, these people have gone up, do not welcome newcomers, and even can be described as disgust.
Xiao Chen was carefully observed at the edge of the canyon, and he found the rolling black clouds, the immortal thunder's will, and the direction of movement.
Looked at the position below the line and found that there is no good position, but it can be used if you can make it. If you think about it, you will go.
"Where did the juniors, do not understand a little rule? Is that place you can do?" A black man with anger, screamed.
Another old man took the message, not salty and said: "It is standing there. We have someone here to realize success. You can take over the position of the man. This is the rule of the Lei Di Valley."
Xiao Chen’s body was slightly faint, and the faint road said:
Is there no one to understand, I will stand up all the time.

The black dress that opened the first time, closed his eyes, did not go to see Xiao Chen, said: "Yes, wait a year and a half to load it."
Waiting for a year and a half, what a joke, Xiao Chen where there is so much time, the pace does not stop, Xiao Chen continued to go.
The old man in black suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burst into the air, and his voice said coldly: "Go ahead and let you never go."
Spring Thunder!
Between the heavens and the earth, countless snowflakes suddenly floated, and a thunder sounded.
Xiao Chen lightning-extracted the moon-shadow knife, and the power of the heavens and the earth spread out in the blade, turning into a spring breeze and drifting directly toward the old man in black.
"I don't care."
The old man in black first sneered, not taking it for granted, but when the spring breeze hit, the force of heaven and earth reincarnation came, and a huge pressure came.
He was surprised to find that under this soft spring breeze, he could not stand up.
boom!
The spring breeze hit him, and the power of the heavens and the earth broke out. The old man spit out a blood. The whole person was directly bombarded and fell into the canyon, splashing a few splashes.
call out!
Above the summit, all the old people who closed their eyes and meditated, all opened their eyes. Looking at the surprised face, the white robe knife with a long knife and a blank expression.