Chapter 4325

Ling Chuxi stroked the hair around his ear, and was at a loss.

At this time, a figure appeared quietly in Ling Chuxi's figure, facing Ling Chuxi with his back, overlooking the rivers and mountains at his feet.

Ling Chuxi is familiar with this figure. It is the man in the picture.

"Master!" Although he had been staring at the vest for countless times, he felt so real at this time, and even had a little inexplicable kindness. His heart throbbed slightly, and Ling Chuxi couldn't help blurting out.

The man did not turn around, nor speak, still staring at the front.

The wind was blowing his coat and hunting.

Ling Chuxi walked forward, but at the foot of the cliff, the mountains and rivers in front of him became more beautiful and moved forward at the same time. Ling Chuxi quickened his pace, and everything outside him accelerated to move forward.

Although it is only a few steps away from the back, it is very close. No matter how fast Ling Chuxi's steps are, he always keeps the same distance with that person.

Ling Chuxi stopped and suddenly realized that the figure was only a remnant in the Jiuzhou mountain and river map, or just a remnant image. However, his sudden appearance was certainly not without a reason.

Ling Chuxi stopped and everything around him stopped. Everything is true, but it gives people a wonderful feeling like a fairyland.

Under Ling Chuxi's gaze, the man's hand, holding the handle of the sword, slowly pulled out of the sheath and pointed to the front.

In an instant, the wind stopped, the water stopped, and the whole space fell into stillness. Ling Chuxi was like being in a completely static picture.

The invisible pressure, coming from the bottom of her heart, almost made her unable to breathe.

The man did not have other movements, standing quietly on the top of Jue Feng, with his arms stretched out and his sword pointed in the distance. The figure, however, seems to be incomparably green, but also incomparably great. Even the endless rivers and mountains are so dim in front of him. The Buddha is just a sword and a light finger, which makes the world submit to it.

Ling Chuxi moved in his heart and felt towards his waist. The falling dust sword slowly came out of the sheath, and then pointed to the front.

This action is so simple, that is, a three-year-old child can do it effortlessly, but Ling Chuxi feels so awkward and heavy. Looking at the long sword in the man's hand, he always feels that his sword is far-reaching, inclusive and frightening. However, his own sword is so clumsy.

Taking back the long sword, Ling Chuxi took a breath and calmed down his mood. He drew his sword slowly and pointed forward slowly.

Again and again, Ling Chuxi repeated the same action, her heart, also gradually into the sword.

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Thousands of times, ten thousand times, Ling Chuxi did not know how many times he repeated. Each sword was so slow and dignified, as if every year contained thousands of samsara.

Suddenly, Ling Chuxi pulled out his forefinger again. In a flash, the whole person seemed to be integrated into the sword. The sword is the person, and the person is the sword, and they will never be separated from each other.

A familiar and strange breath suddenly flowed into her meridians from all directions. It was the power of the way of heaven.

A dazzling and fantastic light flashed on the sword, and the infinite pressure sprinkled on the earth. In an instant, the wind moved, the water was alive, and everything in front of me was full of vitality again.

"The sword points to Jiuzhou!" The man's mouth issued a sound full of magnetic voice, the figure of a flash, into wisps of sunlight, disappeared.

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