Chapter 1628: The Miserable World Is Painful, Fortune and Misfortune Are Interdependent, Please Bring the Sword

Chapter 1632 The miserable world is painful, fortune and misfortune are interdependent, please come with a sword

Suiyin's nightmare flashed by.

The remaining traces are very clear:

There are not only scenes of the thirty-third heaven battle, but also the first sight of the dragon halberd giant, the first sight of the eye of the ancestor of heaven, the first sight of the three vaults...

After the door of the void was opened, all the shocks and fears, small and serious, were magnified.

In this fictional world, the last thing Xu Xiaoshou saw was Kong Yuhen in the ancient and modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower.

Very strong fear!

Kong Yuhen from the perspective of Suyin is not the weak and boneless "Jade-faced Scholar" that he usually sees.

On the contrary, he stands on the long river of time, accompanied by the avenue and cannot be left behind. He is knowledgeable about the past and the present, knows his destiny, and his face is hazy. His temperament is comparable to that of "Suiyin on the throne of God".

"Is this Kong Yuhen?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, and he believed it if he was told that it was Shizu.

One Sword, Second World, when seeing this image, almost lost control.

Not only the fear of Suyin was cut out.

All the bits and pieces that had happened before, including using Kong Yuhen as a crutch, fooling around with jokes, and other self-fears, were also cut out.

Fortunately, after all, they were separated by space and time, and the "retelling" images still had impact, and the impact was controllable.

I'm cutting Suyin.

Are you still afraid of the empty and empty Kong Yuhen that Suyin imagined himself?

...

"I decide the world, and I change time and space."

"Dreams fall and flowers bloom, and the world is here."

The Sword Viewing Classic flipped through the pages, and when the book of answers was fixed on the first page of the second realm of the Illusion Sword Art, everything was in his mind.

Xu Xiaoshou liked this ready-made "get" too much.

He only needed to play the role of a practical sword, and he wouldn't make any mistakes.

For the rest, whether it is the process of drawing a sword, the way of using a sword, or even the "Sword Words", Ba Zun'an has given a chapter.

I love you.

Ba, I am so straightforward.

Your "Sword Viewing Classic", Zun is very useful!

When reading out loud the sword words of this fantasy sword technique called "World of Sorrow and Terror", Xu Xiaoshou felt more than just the coquettishness like the wind, which always accompanies him.

He found that good words and good swords complement each other and can help the swordsman to better enter the state of unity between man and nature.

It's time!

Qian Kun and Qian Kun are determined, and the four directions of heaven and earth are moving.

The order of time and space is changed, and the second world is formed.

When the fluttering red plums cast a layer of disillusionment on the eighteenth heaven like a veil, the spiritual world built on the "sorrow and terror" of the evil spirit blooms like lotus petals.

"Boom!"

The real world can't hear the sound of shock.

But the second world is thundering in the clear sky.

Still in the environment of the ruins of the gods, under the eyes of Suyin, the four gods, the eye of the ancestor of the sky, the giant dragon halberd, the three statues of the sky... and even the empty hatred standing on the long river of time!

All the factors that he had feared even a little bit appeared in the second world.

"How could this be?!"

Suyin looked panicked and looked around.

As his thoughts fluctuated, his mind immersed in the second world could not control the magic he maintained in the real world.

"Rumble, rumble..."

One by one, the protective artifacts fell to the ground out of control.

The magic skills added to the body disappeared.

The loss of the real world fed back to Suyin in the second world with an inexplicable chill. His demonic energy became more and more intense, and his expression was full of uneasiness.

"Something wrong?"

But Suyin's uneasiness, in Xu Xiaoshou's opinion, was not the kind of "uneasiness" that should appear when facing the fearful in the introduction of the function of the second world in the book of answers.

He should have been uneasy about the unknown, uneasy about being confused, uneasy about being at a loss, and uneasy about not being able to crack it.

"Now, why does it seem like he has seen through my illusion sword technique, and uneasy about being stabbed by the sword... uneasy?"

...

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Why bother playing tricks? This sword can't hurt me, get out!"

When the Suyin in the second world calmed down in various nightmare images and shouted out his name, Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped a beat.

It's bad.

Those who are in the second world can't remember their own names.

"Suyin, are you still calm?"

Why?

This is unscientific!

Oh no, this is too fantasy!

How could Ba Zun'an's sword be wrong?

Isn't he known as the eighth sword fairy, praised as a rare genius comparable to the sword god Gu Louying?

Isn't he the best at illusion sword technique? How could his sword fail in front of Suyin who was in such a weak mental state?

This can be listed as the "standard answer" of the first golden example in the second realm of the first art of illusion swordsmanship in the "Sword Viewing Classic". Suyin, did you find a flaw?

"Don't panic."

"Xu Xiaoshou, don't panic."

"You can distrust yourself, but you can't distrust Lao Ba... No, Xiao Ba."

Xu Xiaoshou forced himself to calm down.

His...oh, Ba Zun'an's sword, of course, had been found to have flaws, but he was in the real world, so it was fine.

Between the real world and the second world, there was still the shackles of the second realm of illusion swordsmanship!

With the intention of Suyin at the moment, it would take time to break it by force.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at Suyin, who was trying various ways to break the sword in the illusion world, sneered, and turned to the next page of "Sword Viewing Classic".

"There is no such a genius as me in a hundred generations, and it will be difficult to find another master in ten thousand years. The eighth sword immortal has a natural talent, even if there are flaws, it should be deliberately leaked to you, Suyin."

"This next page is no longer filled with illusion swordsmanship, but only ten ways for you, Suyin, to die."

"Just wait for me!"

...

Swish.

The ancient book turned to the next page.

The eight masters wrote with great force, and the sharp characters were accompanied by the various profound meanings of the magic sword technique:

"Later, do you think that 'fear' is the true meaning of the second world?"

"Wrong! Absolutely wrong!"

These first two sentences made Xu Xiaoshou feel numb, and his body was stiffer than a corpse that had been dead for three days.

What does it mean?

He felt that he had poked a hole in the window paper, and he smoothed the torn paper with some trembling, but he felt that he was in the second world and was deceiving himself.

Therefore, I can only read on with some uneasiness, tension and anxiety:

"Reality is the true meaning of the second world!"

"No one knows oneself better than oneself, and no one knows oneself better than the enemy."

"What the second world needs is not 'shaping', but 'guiding' - to bring out all the inner desires, whether true or false, good or bad, and let them indulge."

"When people indulge in self-imagination, they know the truth but want to wake up but don't want to wake up, try to escape but want to dream but dream deeply, reincarnate in struggle, turn around in dreams, and get deeper and deeper."

"This is the true meaning of 'illusion'!"

Reality...

Guidance...

Yes! Xu Xiaoshou knows this!

Of course he knows this, after all, he has mastered the swordsmanship and the kendo disk, and the basics are very familiar to him.

Even when he saw the sword of "The World of Sorrow" just now, he felt that the sword was wrong.

But Ba Zun'an's "Sword Viewing Classic" is the application of swordsmanship and a high-level programming language.

How could he be wrong?

How could he record the wrong teaching in this book?

Even if he can no longer teach, he will not mislead his students, right?

Xu Xiaoshou did not say anything, but he had confidence in Ba Zun'an. He was indeed a man who could back him at a critical moment.

But...

Read on...

"Forget the previous counterexamples!"

"I think you have a deep understanding of the mistakes at this moment. Next, let's enter the 'real' teaching."

...

Why is the world gray?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that someone had pressed the pause button on him, and it was as long as an entire era of refining spirits.

A "second world" from "Sword Viewing Classic" killed him on the spot, and he could not think for five or six breaths.

Until the end...

His mentality collapsed, and Xu Xiaoshou's sword-holding hands softened, and he almost dropped four swords.

Ba Zun An, you are sick!

How can you be so out of context?

If you really can't do it, don't write a book, find a class to take, isn't this "Sword Viewing Classic" a pure scam!

"Deep to the bone..."

Yes, this recognition of the mistake is really too deep.

This lesson is so deep that it can be remembered for more than a lifetime, I'll give you my life!

"Boom--"

There was an explosion in my ears.

Countless crystal space fragments collapsed from the eighteenth heaven.

Without thinking, or even looking, Xu Xiaoshou knew that the evil spirit in the illusion was based on nightmares, broke the illusion, and walked out of the second world.

"Real..."

Too many nightmares are not real, this is natural.

Once a person wakes up in the illusion, realizes that everything is false, and has no intention of sinking.

Can become the ancestor god, will the evil spirit have no way to break the illusion?

Xu Xiaoshou hates it!

He not only hated that dog Zun'an, but also hated himself - the self who was brainwashed by Dao Qiongcang.

Old Sang once said: "Don't trust anyone in this world."

He is right!

No matter how strong others are, they cannot be trusted. This is too easy to create subjective conjectures.

At this moment, looking at the broken second world of Yijian and the Chongyin who broke free from the shackles, Xu Xiaoshou felt cold in his palms and feet.

At that time, in the Eight Palaces, the waste Lao Ba used the Heart Sword Technique to cut Gou Wuyue with a style of Buddha Slash, which finally crossed time and space and cut himself:

"My sword will cut the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I hope you will do well."

...

"What are you doing!"

As soon as the telepathic technique was activated, Dao Qiongcang's curse came over.

He did not mention the movement in the starry sky at all, like a person who only placed all his hopes on others:

"What about the second world, why don't you move?"

"Shouldn't the "Sword Viewing Classic" record many swords of the Eight Zun An? Even I know that you can be created stronger in the illusion world and control a stronger sword."

"With the current state of Suyin, you can even force open the false "Xuan Miao Gate" and kill him with the third realm of Prajna!"

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath:

"Shut up."

Dao Qiongcang hurriedly shut up.

Xu Xiaoshou did not explain, there must be his reasons, after all, he must have considered what he could consider.

I'm afraid that the Eight Lords can't be invited at all...

He threw most of his mind back to the starry sky, gracefully took off the skin of a wise man, and then... threw his arms, turned into a vicious dog, his eyes were bloodshot, chasing the sword thoughts:

"Wen Ting!"

"You are Wen Ting, right!"

"Stay! Come back to me! No! Don't! Run--"

...

"Jie Chi Chi Chi..."

The soul of the Suyin, with his hands on his waist, laughed wantonly.

Compared with the first sword, Xu Xiaoshou's second sword was just a fight of a trapped beast in his eyes, not even one ten-thousandth of the power just now.

Summary in one sentence:

That's it?

The demonic energy surged out of the soul, and the contempt and arrogance in the eyes of the Suyin had already burst out without concealment.

He leaned forward, his lips cracked to his earlobes, and said nonchalantly, as if playing with an ant:

"Sui Yin is merciful and has granted you the convenience of three swords."

"But if the swords are like this, I don't think there is any need to use the sword three again..."

He pointed to the four swords and said, "This evil sword can accompany you to death and never return."

While speaking, the three eyes of Sui Yin changed, and immediately the evil light stained the sky, and murderous aura surged.

His soul body's six arms moved, and the power of his fingertips changed.

It was clear that he could no longer suppress his impulse and wanted to kill people as soon as possible to avenge the shame in his dream just now.

"Wait!"

Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly said.

Misfortune is the foundation of blessing, and blessing is the foundation of misfortune.

I thought that after the second sword, I was doomed, but I never thought that the arrogant Sui Yin would say this. Isn't this equivalent to giving me another chance?

"Shou Yin has said that a promise is worth a thousand gold."

"We agreed on three swords just now. Now I win one sword and you win one sword. I am trying to tie with you, the ancestor god."

"But is Su Yin afraid of a tie? He thinks that my third sword can really kill you, and wants to tear up the previous promise?"

Xu Xiaoshou was careful in his words. While holding Su Yin high, he did not hide the contempt in his words:

"Of course it's okay. It's just a verbal promise. I often break promises."

"A promise is a promise. Conventions can only be conventions. Indeed, no one stipulates that promises must be kept."

"Oh, forget it. I don't want to say it anymore. I won't resist. I'll just stand here. Come and cut my neck. My neck is long and it's easy to cut."

"I have four swords to lend you."

Swish, swish, swish...

The numbers and magic are all set.

Before Xu Xiaoshou finished speaking, Su Yin's fingertips stopped moving, and his face was uncertain.

"Tsk~"

After a long time, He first raised the corner of his mouth and uttered a disdainful sneer, then put his six hands behind his waist, like a polite and upright gentleman.

He raised his head slightly, arrogant and domineering:

"The third sword, please!"

...

"The moonlight shines on the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground~"

Dao Qiongcang, who was controlling 30 million mad dogs to chase Wen Ting, shuddered suddenly, and his mind immediately retracted back to his body.

He found that the evil Yin was forcibly controlled in mid-air, his face was hesitant, fearful, puzzled, and hesitant to speak.

The Taoist Palace Master was not as restrained as He.

He knew Xu Xiaoshou too well, and when the spiritual resonance technique was activated, he cursed angrily and angrily:

"What are you doing?"

"Xu Xiaoshou, don't be crazy!"

"Look at what time it is now!"

When?

This is the critical time to save lives!

Whether it will succeed depends on this move - and this is all I have done!

"Try it."

"Try it carefully."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even bother to repeat his telepathic skills. After he finished speaking, he raised his sword into the air, wrote a poem with every step, raised his eyes or bowed his head, and his emotions were full:

"Look up at the bright moon~"

"Look down and think of my hometown!"

...

"What are you doing!"

Dao Qiongcang almost collapsed.

Could it be that the second sword didn't kill the evil spirit, but was broken by force, and Xu Xiaoshou's brain was damaged by the backlash?

He tried to find a different signal from the poem of homesickness to comfort his emotions that were about to get out of control.

To no avail.

In addition to tasting that Xu Xiaoshou's homesickness was very full, and he had a twelve-thousand-point desire to return to the Holy Land.

He couldn't get any useful signals.

——On the contrary, I can see that this guy has a tendency to give up on himself. What's going on? !

"Xu Xiaoshou, tell me what's bothering you. To be honest, I'm making backup plans in the starry sky."

"I've been the master of the Taoist Temple for thirty years, and I have the confidence to fight the evil gods... Don't do this, I'll be scared."

Dao Qiongcang was so panicked for the first time, because his sword softened.

Rao Yaoyao never gave up even if she died, why did you, Xu Xiaoshou, become soft in the face of battle?

Lingxishu was like a pool of stagnant water, motionless.

Dao Qiongcang didn't get any response. After Xu Xiaoshou paused in mid-air for a few breaths, he raised his eyes and said:

"Ah!"

This Xu sighed with full emotion to Gao Tian.

Dao Qiongcang and Suyin were both shocked, their expressions condensed, and their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.

Then he heard the young man holding up the sword but not taking it out. Before he drew out the sword, he actually had a second poem:

"Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pond, it was a pity that I didn't return home in the middle of spring~"

Good!

Sui Yin couldn't help but immerse himself in that artistic conception.

Unexpectedly, this Xu Xiaoshou was also a person with a certain spiritual realm. What was next?

Dao Qiongcang also analyzed the poem in his mind.

It was a bit short and he couldn't analyze it. He listened attentively to the following.

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, as if he was blocked. After a long time, he hesitated and read uncertainly:

"The brush on the laundry anvil is coming back?"

"The following is, hiss... awful...,... I forgot... a little..."

Sui Yin was distracted from the artistic conception by his self-talk, and his mood was killed, and he was furious.

Dao Qiongcang wiped out the expectation that had just arisen in his heart.

That's right, Xu Xiaoshou just went crazy suddenly, not trying to summon the Eight Zun An with "poetry" after failing to summon the Eight Zun An with "illusion".

——He doesn't have that kind of literary talent at all!

"Why would you pick up women pounding clothes if spring doesn't come!"

"Can you write poetry? If you can't, don't mess around!"

Dao Qiongcang made a final struggle, and cursed with the telepathic technique, trying to wake up the crazy Xu Xiaoshou.

He only saw Xu Xiaoshou touching his nose angrily, and then took out the Shi Zu Ying Staff:

"Go against it!"

The scene changed.

This guy's face was full of "Don't be afraid, I can start over", and then chanted:

"Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pond, it's a pity that I didn't return home in the middle of spring~"

"The river flows and spring is about to end, the moon falls in the river pond and sets in the west~"

...

"Wen Ting, save me!"

Dao Qiongcang's thirty million vicious dogs ran wildly in the starry sky.

He completely gave up on Xu Xiaoshou. This guy was totally uncontrollable. He would always fail to deliver when working with him at critical moments.

Ba Zun'an, I can only invite him myself!

Catch Wen Ting, find the sword tomb, and return to the Southern Region. Ba Zun'an should still be in the Southern Region...

No! Calm down!

I have already returned to the Southern Region. Why should I invite Ba Zun'an back?

Xu Xiaoshou, let him die beautifully while reciting poems and writing essays. Why bother coming back to embarrass myself?

"Buzz!"

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, the sword intent of 30 million masters froze in place.

The 30 million vicious dog-like Tianji army all withdrew their steps, turned far away in the direction of the ruins of the gods, and trembled uncontrollably.

Dao Qiongcang was stunned.

No way?

This is also possible?

"Keng——"

The soundless sound of swords resounded in the starry sky.

Tens of millions of lightsabers flew out of their hands and flew towards the ruins of the gods.

"No!"

One of the Tianji puppets that was releasing the aura of the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword uncontrollably took out the Angry Immortal in the sound of restraint.

"Come back!"

Dao Qiongcang tried to control the Tianji puppet to take back the gift from his friend in the past.

Bang!

The Buddha Sword shook.

The Tianji puppet exploded into powder.

The out-of-control Buddha Sword turned into a stream of light, whistling through the sea of ​​stars, stabbing and bowing in a certain direction from a distance.

Dao Qiongcang was going crazy again.

Why are they so out of tune, why are they so outrageous...

Ancient Sword Cultivator!

If one day I can get the Tao, I will kill all the ancient sword cultivators in the world!

He controlled 30 million Tianji troops, and Wen Ting did not chase him, and went back to the ruins of the gods.

"Buddha Sword, come back!!!"

"You are mine!"

...

What does he want to do?

It must be said that Suyin was really caught by Xu Xiaoshou.

The third sword was delayed, and during the time he was walking in the void, Xu Xiaoshou had chanted no less than ten poems.

Maybe there was a mistake.

But he picked up the Shi Zu Ying Staff and started again, and the artistic conception of each poem was excellent.

But he just didn't draw the sword!

What was he trying to do?

This behavior was felt by the arrogant Suyin.

He understood it as a way to delay time, so delaying time also had a purpose. What was Xu Xiaoshou waiting for?

Is there any help?

His consciousness subconsciously probed the starry sky, and Suyin woke up from his dream.

The restriction has been broken...

The army of Tianji...

Tens of thousands of swords of light...

The angry immortals are coming...

"Let it go! Insolent!"

Suyin realized that Xu Xiaoshou, who was reciting poems on the surface but secretly doing things, was such a villain, and his whole soul swelled up as if it was about to burst.

"A gentleman keeps his promise?"

"What is a promise?"

He raised his six arms high, his face full of humiliation after being deceived, and he was about to kill people without caring about the promise just now.

Who would have thought that at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou clenched four swords, broke away from the state of reciting poems, and looked at him:

"Here?"

Here?

What is coming?

Suyin was puzzled and was about to take action.

The world trembled with a buzzing sound, and thousands of streams of light came from outside the starry sky, led by a Buddha light that was extremely dazzling.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes shone brightly, his whole body was full of vigor, he raised his sword as if he had transformed into the supreme being of heaven and earth, and shouted in the air:

"Sword!"