She needs to get better soon, regain her peerless martial arts, and then...
Thinking about it this way, the originally tense face slowly relaxed, and the breath in the body became smoother.
The wind blows and the clouds move.
The scorching sun was obscured by clouds, and the dazzling sunshine no longer exposed the woman.
The air was no longer hot and dry, and Qin'er suddenly wanted to practice sword practice.
She reached out and touched a dead branch on the ground, stood up, held her breath, and suddenly——
Use a long branch as a sword and draw a stance in the air!
As she raised her arms slightly, the heat in her body rushed toward the long branch. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel the sword energy flowing!
"Ha!" the woman laughed in surprise.
Raise your head slightly, feel everything around you, the wind is blowing, the grass and trees are moving, and your heart, which had been blocked, suddenly becomes enlightened.
It was as if she could suddenly see everything.
She stood on the top of the mountain amid clear water and green mountains. There was a thick mist beneath her feet, and under the vast white mist was the Shura Valley hidden in the world.
A gust of wind blew, and the woman turned around, jumped back, and waved the long branch at the same time!
On the top of the mountain, which is tens of meters in size, he uses the swordsmanship that he is familiar with in the past but has not practiced again for a long time.
The long branches rub against the air, making a "whooshing" sound.
The wonderful sword moves move like flowing water in one go.
The woman is getting faster and faster, her body is agile, as light as a white feather, and as fast as lightning.
There was a whisper of wind in her ears, and she could easily avoid the obstacles around her. It was like she was seeing everything around her with her heart.
This feeling made her extremely happy and happy.
There is no need to think about anything, it feels like it is about to fly, and my heart is finally free.
Little did she know, it was when she was using her sword moves freely and immersed in her own world.
A long-lost gaze had already locked her deeply.
Feng Ruohen stood on the lower side, looking at the woman faintly from a few feet away.
She was wearing a goose-yellow dress, with flying black hair, and a nimble posture that was more moving than ever.
At the corner of his mouth was a smile he hadn't seen for a long time, knowing and warm.
It was a feeling that cannot be described in detail. I couldn't bear to be disturbed and couldn't get close.