Xuanhuang suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the sky had darkened.
This sleep felt like it was a lifetime ago, sleeping so deeply for so long.
He crawled up from the sea of flowers, raised his head slightly, and opened his bright starry eyes again.
A large area of ink-colored lake water was rippling and swaying slightly under the night sky.
What appeared in her eyes was the endless beauty, the starry sky was melancholy, and the earth was like snow.
On the bank of weeping willows, filaments fly, stars fall into the lake, and blue waves ripple.
A young man with black hair in a white shirt, with a handsome back and a straight waist. He holds a vertical flute in his hand. A white robe rises in the wind and rolls towards the sky. The long music is smooth and deep, low and quiet, like weeping.
Telling about the ups and downs in the wind.
Such a scene between heaven and earth struck directly into Xuanhuang's eyes, his brows jumped fiercely, and he couldn't tell how he felt.
The exquisite young man, the exquisite jasper Xiao, the sad music that stretches across the east and west, and the back alone give people a feeling of arrogance and arrogance...
What a lonely and proud man this is...
As soon as I thought, a roar like thunder came from my ears, "Who is over there? Get out!"
The wind was blowing violently, and the green hidden weapon slid across the night sky.
This kind of thing looks like a poison-soaked thing at first glance. If it is bitten, it will cause blood to seal the throat and die on the spot.
Xuanhuang jumped up from the sea of flowers and dodged the hidden weapon very quickly. The fierce wind actually cut off a strand of black silk from her, causing slight pain on her little face.
So strong.
Xuanhuang narrowed his eyes, cold anger settling in his eyes.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen suddenly appeared in front of her, holding a long sword with a gleaming light.
Wheat-colored skin, short hair, piercing eyes, and a cold expression on his lips.
Strong enemy!
Xuanhuang's heart suddenly jumped.
Xuanhuang could not see through the young man in front of him because of his cultivation, which meant that his own strength was definitely above hers. Even if he had not lost his internal strength, he would probably not be his opponent in his prime.
Thinking about it, the blood vessels all over my body expanded. Not only did I not have any fear of encountering a strong enemy, but instead, a sudden excitement rose from the bottom of my heart, and my fighting spirit was high.
It had been many years since he had encountered an opponent. In the 21st century, the disciples of his ancient martial arts lineage were very rare and precious. Except for his junior sister Ni Tian, he had not encountered an opponent for a long time.
To be honest, the two of them were tired of fighting each other.
The moment you make a move, you already know exactly what the opponent will use to block the next move, which is boring.
Atomic bombs are popular in modern times. Special skills such as the internal strength and mental skills practiced by their ancient martial arts sect, such as being as light as a swallow picking leaves and flying flowers, have long been out of fashion. They have been out of date for who knows how many years. Where can I find an opponent who can withstand a beating...
Now that she came to this strange world, she met such a young master in less than a day. You can imagine Xuanhuang's excitement.
So before the boy could react, she shot towards him quickly like a tight arrow.