one two three......
Eleven, twelve, thirteen...
One hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three...
One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three...
Ten thousand!
The sword comes out like a dragon, and the shadow of the sword is like a stream of light.
On the top of the rugged mountain, the woman was dressed in green clothes like water, her black hair was slightly gathered, her eyebrows were calm, she was holding a thin sword in her hand, and when she turned her wrist, the light flickered, and a faint picture of light and shadow was outlined in the back of the vast mountains.
The rosy clouds on the horizon are rising, mist is lingering, and among the brilliant colors, the stream of light drawn by the thin sword is magnificent, like a flying fairy from the sky, ethereal and dreamy.
The speed of the woman's wrist turning was not fast, and there was even a bit of leisurely contentment. But when she looked closely at the rapier held in her palms, she could only see streaks of light dancing around, but she could never see the details of the rapier. appearance.
Flip your wrist and cover it.
It was just the simplest chopping action, but in the woman's hands, it faintly brought out the aura of wind and thunder.
A sword struck down, but before he could see it clearly, the flash of light had passed, and then there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, which exploded in the void outside the mountain top. Before one sound fell, the next sound of wind and thunder had already followed.
Lingchu's eyes were calmly looking at the vast mountains in front of him, and the Qingyi sword in his hand danced smoothly.
In three years, she has already understood all these basic sword moves in her mind. She doesn't even need to think about them deliberately. She can use them naturally as soon as she holds the sword in her hand.
It was as if it was carved into the muscles, into the bones.
Over the past three years, she had mastered the slashing and stabbing sword moves one after another. She could use them in one breath, and they were powerful enough to break water and crack rocks.
Ten thousand times of practice has been shortened to two hours.
For the rest of the time, Lingchu spent his time contemplating the mountains and rivers, the morning glow, the sea of clouds, the sun, the moon, the stars...
This is the moment when the morning glow is rising. There was a heavy rain last night, which washed the mountains green. Every flower, grass and tree is full of vitality, and the water vapor that floats up rises hazily into the sky. In the sea of clouds, the mountains today are covered with a looming veil in the green.
Even the rising sun, which had just half revealed its body, seemed to be half-appearing in the gauze of clouds and mist, and the bright rays of the sun were also half-hidden in the clouds and mist.
The air after the rain was fresh and comfortable. Lingchu didn't use his spiritual power to stop it, and the tips of his pointed brows became slightly cold.
After practicing ten thousand sword moves, the moment he raised his eyes, he saw the morning glow breaking through the clouds and mist. The ten thousand-foot-long glow seemed to fall from the sky, tearing apart all the obstructions and shining through. In the blink of an eye, it was like a piece of neon clothing draped over the mountains.
The originally pure mountains became gorgeous and brilliant with every breath.
The rays of light are actually not heavy, and are even very light, but when they fall into the human world, they are so dazzling and moving.
It's like the fairy in the sky who fell into the mortal world. She is clearly born in this world, but her beauty is breathtaking.
The dark eyes reflected the glow, and suddenly a light shone in the eyes, as bright as the morning glow.
Lingchu suddenly had a sudden realization in his heart, and without hesitation he took out the small magic sword from his storage bracelet and put it gently on his forehead.
Although with her current cultivation level, she could still see the contents even if she didn't put it between her forehead and her eyebrows, but she put it up so that she could see it more clearly.
The warm touch fell on the forehead and eyebrows, gently dissipating the cold air of morning dew. His consciousness poured into the small sword, and Lingchu's eyes suddenly became blank.
Blinking and opening his eyes again, Lingchu saw an extremely brilliant stream of light falling from the sky. This stream of light seemed insubstantial, but as soon as the stream of light came out, everything around him was instantly eclipsed. Only this faint stream of light remained.
The thoughts in her mind were changing rapidly, and the stream of light in front of her eyes was light and graceful. However, it only took a short moment for Lingchu to be completely overwhelmed by this stream of light. The next moment, her eyes were completely white.
He closed his eyes and opened them suddenly.
Click.
Before the scenery in front of me could take in my eyes, a crisp cracking sound had already fallen into my ears.
Lingchu blinked blankly, a breeze blew past her eyes, and fine gray-white debris floated away from her eyes like quicksand. The fingertips that were holding the small sword suddenly became empty, and the cool fingertips touched the center of her eyebrows.
Blinking again, Lingchu did not open his eyes again. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly, letting his fingertips touch his eyebrows, letting the gray debris fly away in the wind, and his whole person fell into a strange state.
In the sea of consciousness, that extremely bright light was constantly recalled in Lingchu's heart, and that amazing feeling always lingered in his heart and could not be driven away.
Slowly, the morning glow filled the sky, and then appeared in Lingchu's sea of consciousness, intertwining and colliding with the stream of light...
The morning sun hanging in the sky gradually rose and reached the middle. The strong sunlight dispersed the thin clouds and mist, making the mountains more green and vibrant. Birds were singing in the mountains, flowers were blooming on the branches, and animals were running around in the forest.
The whole world is lush.
The sun is setting in the west, the sunset is dim, the sky is dyed with warm orange, but there is a slight coolness in the air. Tired birds are returning to their nests, flowers and trees are shallow, animals are perching, and wisps of night are quietly jumping on the branches.
The whole world began to become silent.
The sun rises and sets, the day turns bright and the night turns dark.
The sun and moon alternate, morning and evening rotate, and time flows by like water.
Lingchu stood on the top of the mountain, his black hair kept rising and falling in the wind, his clothes were fluttering, his eyes were always closed, and his arms were always half-raised, fixed between his eyebrows.
Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and she still maintains this posture, motionless, as stable as a rock.
It is not invaded by cold or heat, unstained by dust, untainted and untired.
Even after half a month passed, Lingchu's complexion was still rosy and his aura was still stable, without any change. The only difference may be the thin sword in his hand.
The rapier is very thin, only as thick as a thumb, and the handle is a bamboo joint. A small sword boring is naturally formed between the bamboo joint and the sword body, which separates the sword body from the hilt.
The hilt of the sword is shaped like a bamboo joint, and its color is also the same, green and green, like chalcedony, which is as warm and moist as jade.
The sword body is long and slender, the blade is thin and sharp, with a faint cold light. Its body is like jade, its color is green and translucent, and the green color is thick but not scattered, as if it was carved from the best jade.
This is a thin sword that looks extremely delicate and beautiful. It does not look like a sword used for killing, but more like a jade carefully carved by a famous artist.
But as time passed, this delicate and beautiful thin sword began to slowly glow with a faint light, and the void around the sword began to become distorted, and there seemed to be a faint glow.
The momentum gradually became terrifying.
It was another drizzly morning, when the rising sun once again broke through the misty clouds and reflected the rays of light in the drizzle, which was extremely beautiful. Lingchu, who had been motionless for more than half a month, suddenly slowly lifted up. The Qingyi Sword in his hand.
Very slowly and casually, it fell lightly towards the mountains in the distance.
