A hot white mountain shot into the clouds and then suddenly dispersed in the cloudy sky, as if a fierce sun appeared in the clouds and hundreds of strong sunlight beams flew out.
The bodhisattva, with a happy face, looked at the beam of light that fell like rain, and it seemed to her mind that an ant was trampled to death several years ago.
Luo Bing in white is a generation of Toshihiko.
But at that time, he was very famous. He was a fledgling swordsman, and he was still different from an ant to a ten-day enlightenment and a happy bodhisattva.
Such a big shot naturally needs to remember to trample every worm to death.
But he was deeply impressed by the young swordsman he met that year, especially the white red horse with thirteen swords hanging on its back.
But it’s a pity that the thirteen swords are broken arrow even if they stay today.
Happy Bodhisattva laughed and said, "If this photo is sunny, it will be sunny."
The sound falls and the golden light rises.
Mountain form suddenly emerge a layer of diamond skin color.
Happy Bodhisattva’s hands are folded and still motionless, and she is covered with streamer beams.
Anhoudou is as calm as ever.
Can be ranked for ten days? Even if the Bodhisattva is seriously injured, it will definitely rob the peak state. Is it that broken arrow, who was left in white by Luo Bing at the beginning, can be beheaded? Moreover, I hope that the powerful golden light and happy Bodhisattva will naturally rely on it if it is made into an indestructible body.
"penetrating clouds"
The black sword box flew out of the second broken arrow
A hundred feet of horizontal light ran through the clouds and then cut off the sword wall of Fang San thousands of feet.
Silent view through the cloud sword Luo Changfeng stunned himself in the heart. If this sword is chopped, the body will be separated.
But the Buddha is still there quietly.
The light of the sword spread like a hundred feet. broken arrow cut it off along his forehead.
Youtoujiao
Then cut into the wall of the three thousands of feet swords
This sword went deep into the sword wall and went straight to thousands of feet. The light and the afterglow of the sword shocked the Dujiangyan River.
Happy Bodhisattva twisted a skeleton in her hand. "You’d better leave as soon as possible, you female doll, and it’s too late to regret it."
Anhoudou Liu Mei is frowning slightly.
"setting sun"
"extinguish the candle"
"Walking through the snow"
Three swords come together
In a dark day, a touch of the setting sun shines obliquely and then disappears like a candle extinguished by the wind.
The sky is dim
There is flying goose feather and heavy snow falling.
That year, the red horse fell to the imperial city
Ann red bean is picked up thirteen handle broken arrow.
She has her own talent in kendo, and for several years, she kept remembering the battle of Luo Bing in white, remembering that every sword in World War I made a move, and then it would never be repeated.
Everything comes to him who waits, An Hongdou finally understands the essence of the thirteen swords of white ice.
Today, she doesn’t have exquisite swords to defend against the enemy.
Today she is not an Hongdou.
She is Luo Bingwang.
Her thirteen swords, in which broken arrow beheaded the Great Joy Bodhisattva, ended in a life-and-death regret.
The wind and snow are setting all over the sky, and the sword meaning of Jian’ an Red Bean keeps climbing.
The wind blew up.