Yiyun put down the booklet with a light hand, leaned against Yiyun's arms with a purple shirt, and picked up the booklet with a pleasant reading. "Yiyun, this artistic conception is so interesting, and it seems to be somewhat consistent with the way of desirelessness recorded in Yini's notes."

Yiyun held a string of Buddhist beads with one hand and subconsciously played with them casually. Zishan smiled happily and said, "Yiyun, are you practicing keeping your mouth shut?" After a pause, he said, "This artistic conception is so fun, why don't we practice together? When I practice it, I can laugh with you and promiscuously. I happened to learn that song!"

The Buddhist beads that Yiyun held in her hand shattered one by one. Yiyun said expressionlessly, "Zishan, do you know me, what kind of artistic conception am I practicing?" Zishan hugged Yiyun tightly and smiled happily, "I forgot me! Everyone in the world knows it." Zishan felt strange in her heart. Yiyun never raised questions about her artistic conception. Not to mention herself, she didn't even know more than herself.

Yiyun chuckled nervously for a while and said, "To be precise, it is the state of selflessness, I have never heard of it? I have solidified the artistic conception. Even if I practice other artistic conception to a higher level than it, it will never disappear." Zishan smiled happily and said, "Then you can practice something else, and then you will never have to do it again and kill the state of selflessness?"

"It will be schizophrenia." Yiyun said in a plain tone, picking up another string of Buddhist beads from one table and playing with it in her hands, gently closing her eyes and then not speaking. Zishan looked at Yiyun with a smile for a while, as if she was confused. After a while, she smiled and read the booklet in her hand, holding the North Lost Purple Blade in one hand, carving a turtle on the armrest of the chair.

The sword of the Emei Sect is even more famous in the world. The number of masters led by the head of the Emei Sect has been countless of the famous masters who have been killed by the Yitian Sword Technique. There are as many masters of the Emei Sect who can use the fifteenth sword to use, and this has not yet counted the past leader Ren Lianyi.

Yao Tong has rarely taken action personally. With Yao Tong's special identity, he is unwilling to do everything himself, especially with Yao Tong's personality and martial arts, he is even more unwilling to show it in front of others. But today, Yao Tong has to draw his sword. The masters of the Emei Sect who can use the fifteenth style of the Yitian Sword Technique are among the enemy groups.

The Demon Sword Xiaolou heard Chunyu suddenly unsheathed overnight. There was only one person in the world who could use his own strength to block the fifteenth sword. Demon Pupil was absolutely not good. That sword should not exist at all. Demon Pupil himself had no strength to block it. But Demon Pupil's sword could make that sword never appear.

The master of the Zixiao Sword Sect was fully in resisting the impact of the master of the Emei Sect. Tianxiao and Yao Tong were isolated in an open space in the center of the fierce battle. Tianxiao was extremely surprised. No matter how his sword power changed, the Yitian Sword Technique would never be able to use the second move. Yao Tong's sword was too terrible. Not only was it fast, but the attack frequency was also extremely high. What shocked Tianxiao was that there was no flaw in this sword technique.

Although Tianxiao's internal strength was deep, it was not much higher than the demon pupil. Tianxiao could not use a strong and fierce attack to blast the sword. The sword aura shot out from the demon pupil's hand seemed to have never stopped for a moment. The number of external injuries that were not deep on Tianxiao's body was increasing, and at least thirty-six swords had been hit. Tianxiao's throat cooled, and the blade of the magic knife, whose speed suddenly increased sharply, cut Tianxiao's throat.

Tianguang shouted angrily and flew into the air. The field was full of light. A huge, colorful light sword suddenly appeared between the world, aiming directly at the demon pupils and flew towards it. The masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect changed their colors, but who could have time to rescue the demon pupils?

The magic pupil's skills are absolutely unstoppable to the fifteenth sword, and the magic pupil himself knows it. However, the magic pupil cannot be blocked, and the magic pupil's magic puppet may not be able to stop it. Xiaolou heard the spring rain flying and rotating towards the huge light sword that was falling. The magic pupil's black energy mixed with the body was instilled into the sword. The magic pupil suddenly emitted a vortex-like black energy, twisting the large area around him.

The magic sword was finally secret, and the sky was covered with the earth. The swords and swords were intertwined. The huge colorful light sword body was divided into two by the magic sword wrapped in black gas. The light sword had not disappeared, but it flew far away to both sides. Xiaolou heard the spring rain overnight but it was still inactive. Tianguang's body was slashed into two. Until his death, Tianguang couldn't believe everything he saw...

The demon pupil leaped high in the air, and the flying magic sword was firmly held in his hand. He shouted coldly, "There are still a few fifteenth swords in the Emei Sect, let the horse come over together!" Tian Qing waved her hand and ordered to lead the defeated Emei master to retreat. The blow today was too heavy and the defeat was irreversible. The Zixiao Sword Sect was full of morale and shouted to kill and chase it wildly. The invincible fifteenth sword was defeated under the demon pupil magic sword...

The invincible myth of the 15th sword of the Emei Sect was completely destroyed. The one who destroyed this myth was the demonic eye of the elder of the Zixiao Sword Sect. Just two months after the legend of justice reappeared in the martial arts world, followed by the destruction of the invincible sword myth of the Emei Sect that was recognized by the Jianghu for decades.

Gaze looked depressed and heartbroken, "What's the big deal? The strength of the demon pupil is indeed amazing, but isn't it not as good as the blood blade? It's just her fifteenth sword for martial arts restraint. After all, the knife she held is a well-deserved first sword in the world."

He stared at his fists tightly, and his eyes showed a look of hatred, "You don't understand that the Emei Sect's Yitian Sword Technique is actually Yan Shisan's Deadly Sword Technique." He said sadly, "The Deadly Sword that even the Third Young Master can't stop?"

Gaze and nodded slightly, "This sword technique has been modified by the initiator of the Tianmeng for many years and has been improved. In fact, everyone has practiced it and plans to use this sword technique to kill important enemy pieces in the future."

Sad and heartbroken smiled and said, "Why should you be so depressed? There is only one magic knife in the world, and only one small building to listen to the spring rain overnight, so it will not have much impact." Gaze's face turned pale and shook his head and said, "Who can be sure that there will be no second magic knife and the third one?" Sad and heartbroken was speechless, and sad and heartbroken could not be sure.

Yiyun was persistent in Beiluo Zishan, and she took it out of the illusion very tiredly, and gently handed the sword to Zishan. Zishan took it happily, changing the angle to see if the sword had changed. "Huh? Yiyun, there is no change!" Zishan looked at it for a while but did not find any difference. Yiyun said softly, "You will know when necessary. Don't use it casually. With your mental power, it will last for half a quarter of an hour."

Zishan smiled and said, "Will it be more powerful than Sister Yaotong's magic sword?" "No." Yiyun said lightly, Zishan said, puzzled, "Why?" "Because I am not stronger than the person who created the magic sword." Zishan said happily, "How was the magic sword created?"

"What humans create is the same way the magic sword in your hand is born." Zishan said puzzledly, "What will happen if the magic sword and the magic sword collide?" "It will die." "Why?" "Because you are holding other people's thoughts, you are all dominated by the weapons in your hand." Zishan said oh, and nodded happily.

After a moment, he said, "Then, can I feel your artistic conception by holding it?" Zishan asked very much, and Yiyun stared at Zishan for a while, "Yes, if you really want to experience it, that's fine, but I still want to advise you not to try it." Zishan said happily, "I don't do it! I want to experience it now."

Blood-colored space, blood-colored illusion...

Zishan shouted in horror, and countless crazy desires of the extreme of yu were penetrated into Zishan's body and mind. The dense and endless yuyang's eyes were filled with fire, approaching Zishan. Zishan did not dare to move. On the one hand, she was completely shocked, and on the other hand, there was an approaching Zishan's direction in any direction around Zishan, and Zishan had no way to retreat.

Zishan was so scared that she cried and kept calling Yiyun's name. Then Zishan was held in her arms. Zishan buried her face in Yiyun's arms and burst into tears. "Yiyun, take me out... It's so scary, so scary..." The voice was filled with horror, and Zishan's face was pale and almost bloodless.

Zishan's body kept trembling, and all kinds of crazy emotions sounded like crazy into Zishan's ears. The naked yuwang's extremely crazy intercourse sound seemed to have been expanded thousands of times, mixed with painful wails and despair... Zishan felt that he was about to go crazy...

Yiyun said lightly, "If you want to use the magic sword, you must overcome your fear. You should still maintain your emotions in this illusion to guide the magic sword intent, don't be afraid..." Zishan gradually calmed down her emotions, looked up at Yiyun, nodded slightly, and held the magic weapon in her hands firmly with both hands.

"You don't need to do anything deliberately, you just need to control your own emotions." Zishan took a deep breath, and the air was full of fishy smell. Zishan hugged Yiyun tightly with one hand, as if this could increase confidence. Beiluo Zishan suddenly emitted a deep purple light and flew out of her hand.

Zishan forgot to be afraid, and the flying purple shirt suddenly turned into thousands of deep purple swords, appearing out of thin air, disappearing out of thin air, disappearing and appearing in a moment, but at every moment there are countless swords disappearing or appearing in a shape, and the purple shirt is dazzling.

The sword shadow is not a firework, so it is not only beautiful, but the sword shadow is killing people. The dense yu eyes are everywhere, and the blood is splashing without resistance and falling to the ground. There are too many sword shadows, and there are too many yu eyes killed in every moment. The blood flying all over the sky is like the blooming fireworks, building various beauty that looks like pictures but not pictures.

After a while, Zishan felt extremely tired physically and mentally. According to Professor Yiyun's thoughts and verbs, she took out of the illusion. Zishan was soaked with sweat, and her whole body was sore and weak. Beiluo Zishan fell to the ground gently, and her right hand didn't even have the strength to lift it up. Yiyun gently lowered Zishan with her right hand hanging in her arms.

"When you need it, you will activate the sword intent. When activate it, you will lock the target you want to kill in your heart, and then you will appear in the illusion, but don't be afraid. In the illusion, the North Lock Purple Shirt will automatically attack all the closest Yuwangs around you. When the sword light stops in the illusion, it is the time when the enemies around you die."

Zishan said nothing, because Zishan was so tired that she fell asleep... The breeze was still on the top of Zixiao Mountain, and the intoxicating breeze on the top of Zixiao Mountain has been around for many years. Zixiao Mountain has no snow in winter and the climate is warm all year round.
Chapter completed!