Chapter 206: Reincarnation Shinoko

Ning Chen stood in the sea of ​​fog and carefully recalled the previous sword. Only after experiencing it personally, did she know how terrible the sword of Fang Cai was. E Novel WwánW. 1XIAOSHUO. COM
Can't avoid it, can't stop it, and even have no chance to react.
At that moment, it seemed that the world and the earth were frozen and motionless.
Mu Bai said nothing more. This sword was returned for Mu Chengxue. This is the only thing he can do as an elder.
As for how much the young man in front of him can understand, this is not what he has to consider.
Ning Chen was really stumped. For a whole day, his brows were tight, and he never let Panasonic down.
After experiencing this sword in person, the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand could no longer pierce a sword. He now found that he would not use the sword anymore.
When the night fell, Mo Jian returned to the sheath and stuck at the end of the world. Ning Chen traveled far to find the trace of weak water.
He would not use a sword, and carrying this sword would only increase the burden.
In the next three days, Ning Chen never touched the ink sword at the end of the sky and earth, and stood in the sea of ​​fog all day to remember that sword, frowning, motionless, as if falling into a stunned state.
Where is he wrong?
Under the chaotic sea of ​​mist, a larger vortex is constantly turning, new things are condensing, but this time I don't know what it is.
After that night, Mu Bai never said a word, sitting there, waiting quietly.
On the fourth day, Ning Chen tried to pull out the ink sword, but tried several times, but didn't know how to make this sword.
It is impossible for heaven and earth to be fixed. He feels this way, and it is undoubtedly an illusion.
At that moment, he also felt his body was out of control, as if his spirit and body were separated.
It's fast, but not exactly. That sword is obviously a bit slower than when Mu Chengxue made the sword, but he didn't feel that way when facing Mu Chengxue.
It's like Twilight's sword that cuts the sea of ​​mist. At first it was obviously weak, but then it became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into an indestructible sword.
A little bit of time passed, and when the sunset was about to fall, the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand, which had been silent, slowly lifted up. Suddenly, the sea of ​​mist turned and turned violently.
Before the sword came out, the sword's intention first. After a moment, a sword swept out, and Wuhai, three feet long, separated instantly.
"Oh?"
With a sigh of appreciation, Mu Bai's glance of approval glanced through her eyes. Although her perception was ordinary, her concentration was not bad. After so long, she finally stabbed her first sword.
The true meaning of the sword, fast, accurate, and concentrated, simply pursuing moves, will only go farther and farther.
People in the world pay too much attention to moves and ignore the most essential essence. The more complicated the sword moves, the more energy they waste.
The true meaning of the sword, at first, only existed between these simple thorns.
Even the first sword can't be done well. Learning a sword for a hundred years is tantamount to not learning.
Three feet, the length of a sword, is also the beginning of learning a sword. He has studied sword for forty years before he can start chaos. The first sword of this son can open three feet, which is good.
He remembered that Jian Er's first sword opened the wasteland, and he also opened three feet. Jian San has not yet achieved it. Only Jian Yi has the highest understanding, and the first sword has opened 13 feet.
Mu Chengxue does not cultivate swordsmanship, but talent and savvy are hard to find in ancient and modern times, and a sword cut off Baizhanghuanghe.
In the chaotic misty sea, Ning Chen naturally didn't know this, and looked at the ink sword in his hand and fell into contemplation.
He seemed to want to understand something, but he didn't understand it in more places.
He can drive three feet of chaos, but only three feet.
Before the sword, even one point, he couldn't do it.
This night, after Ning Chen went to the 6th place, carrying a sword, he respectfully paid a respect to Mubai.
"Senior Mubai, the junior is leaving, thank you again for your guidance"
Last night, he had traces of weak water. After this night, no matter whether he can find the other shore flower, he will not come back.
Mu Bai didn't respond. What he should have said was finished overnight, and there was nothing more to say.
Ning Chen left in a ghost chair, and Mo Jian returned to his waist. He had n’t found the land to the east, and the land to be ridden. Last night he saw a trace of weak water flowing outside a canyon. It's just that there isn't much time, he didn't go in to find it.
The ghost car traveled southwest and swept past. When the moon hung high, it reached the canyon.
The desolate valley has nothing, desolate and vast.
After going deep into the valley for a hundred miles, the surroundings became even more barren, with no vitality, no sound, and nothing but the everlasting silence.
Such a scene, he was so familiar, almost exactly like the land, cold, silent and lifeless.
Under the walls of the gorge, there were vaguely signs of weak water flowing through, but the weak water had dried up, leaving nothing at all.
Ning Chen's eyebrows are puzzled. If it is the source of weak water, how can it dry up.
Weak water is different from ordinary water and will not steam. As long as no one removes it, it will never disappear.
After walking for another hundred miles, the traces left by the weak water began to climb up the mountain wall and spread to the place where the eyes could not see.
Ning Chen had no choice but to follow the traces of the weak water to see if he could find the trace of the other shore flower.
The mountain road is rugged and difficult, but for the ghost car, it did not have much impact. After half an hour, suddenly, a red flower appeared on the stone rock in the distance, under the night, proudly independent.
Ning Chen's expression was delighted, and he rushed forward, almost at the same time, a familiar figure appeared and swept forward.
The two caught each other's flowers while looking at each other, and immediately took a palm without hesitation.
"God's son"
"Knowing Fate"
The two who were shocked at the same time were surprised, and then the endless fighting exploded.
"It's an unexpected fate," Jun Shaoqing sighed softly.
In any case, he did not expect that the young man who was beaten down by the palm of his hand in the past would cause such a big movement later.
"The son of God will be unforgettable in the next life," Ning Chen said calmly.
It can be said that for the first time, the Son of God allowed him to see the power of martial arts strongmen. After that, he also gave him the gift and sat in a wheelchair for several months.
"Are you also looking for flowers on the other side?" Jun Shaoqing asked.
"En" Ning Chen nodded.
Above Shiyan, the flowers on the other shore bloomed gorgeously, but the two were within ten steps of each other, but no one acted rashly.
"If you pay the birth volume, I can give you the other shore flower," Jun Shaoqing said slowly.
"Do you think it is possible?" Ning Chen asked back.
The two talked, calm and without a trace of anger, as if the old friends met together.
However, the conversation will always end and meet again, the two are still friends and foes.
"The words are not speculative, see the real chapters below"
Jun Shaoqing's expression was cold, and the surrounding air pressure immediately dropped, and the powerful breath was surging and spreading continuously, which was extremely powerful.
Ning Chen's expression also dignified, a long time ago, the Son of God was called the first person under the congenital, and now bye, it seems stronger.
The pinnacle of the world's pinnacles, he has seen a lot of people, such as Ming Zi, Xia Ziyi, and Mu Qiansi before he stepped into the congenital realm, etc.
Among these people, the Son of God is undoubtedly outstanding.
If it were not for the existence of the woman, the Son of God might be regarded as the strongest person he had ever seen in the world.
The ink sword trembles behind Ning Chen, the breath around him slowly moves, and the corresponding pain comes.
Since we can't fight for a long time, we will decide.
The sword finger's breath condensed, but Ning Chen's feet moved, the sword finger broke through the sky, and a silver streamer was swept across, approaching the heart of the Son of God.
Jun Shaoqing turned sideways, and the silver streamer changed direction at the same time, crossing across, startling a brilliant snow.
Ning Chen competed fast, trying not to give Jun Shaoqing a chance to fight back. On the sword's fingers, the silver brilliance condensed frost brilliance and spurred a fierce killing.
Jun Shaoqing moved with his feet, avoiding the sword light, and at the same time gathered his palms together, surging out.
Relative to the palm of the finger, Ning Chen swallowed the injury of three points, the sword gas pointed out, and instantly broke the palm of the Son of God.
Jun Shaoqing frowned, his body functioned, and the palm shook the former.
"You shouldn't be so weak"
Jun Shaoqing said slowly, the foundation of the book of life was unparalleled in the world, but he couldn't feel the absolute power during Ningchen's moves.
In the world, almost all the moves must be urged by the true energy, and Ning Chen gave him the feeling that the moves are exquisite, but the stamina is insufficient.
"Meet you again, you let me down"
The words fell, Jun Shaoqing moved the world in one fell swoop, inviting the world to change, the thunder covered all sides, in the wind and the wind, the recurring terrifying move, ditching the change of the sky, the hand of the god, thunder rolling, shaking the world, terrifying The world is torn apart.
"Dark Thunder"
Dark Thunder reappears, Qiankun blasts, the world hangs upside down, the mountains and rocks collapse and continually collapse.
Opportunity came, and Ning Chen flew out behind Ning Chen. In an instant, Ning Chen rushed out, grasping the Mo Jian, the three-foot restricted area, and one sword open to the sky.
"Uh"
With the sword in his heart, Jun Shaoqing grabbed the ink sword and tolerated the severe pain. His right hand returned with a strong hand, and he thundered and thundered.
Ning Chen landed, stepped back several steps, vomited a spit of blood, and stabilized her figure.
When Jian Qi entered the body, Jun Shaoqing's blood was violently tumbling, and the body was running, forcibly suppressing the four-stroke sword Qi in his heart.
"You have seen the sword of the deserted city" Jun Shaoqing said hoarsely.
"Is it important?" Ning Chen said with a sword, coldly.
"This is my care. Next time, you won't have such good luck."
The words fell down ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Jun Shaoqing stepped on, turned into a streamer, and disappeared in the dark of the night.
Ning Chen did not chase, walked to the other bank with his sword step by step, gently pulled up, and immediately left in a ghost chair.
The Son of God is worthy of being the Son of God. It is absolutely impossible for that sword to be replaced by others.
Jun Shaoqing can grasp the ink sword at the last moment. This kind of reaction ability is rare in the world.
It's a pity that he couldn't get rid of it here. He knows very well that the Son of God is very close to the congenital. After missing this opportunity, it will be more difficult to meet next time.
The ghost car travels westwards to the extreme, which is different from the time when it came. At this time, it is away from the direction of the rising sun in the east, and there will be more time.
At the end of the world, the first rays of dawn shone on Mu Bai, and then quickly spread from east to west.
The heavens and the earth start to light from east to west, the ghost car gallops, and races against time, the east of the distance, the dividing line of night and day, and continues westward. At this moment, it is like the world and hell. between.