Fix your sister's fairy

The mahogany spirit boat sailed under the rainbow bridge, and after a short period of darkness, the dazzling white light came out of the bridge, and what caught my eye was a huge river berth, the lake was full of red lotus and green leaves, countless spirit boats wandered on the river berth, and the sun shone on the river surface and the sparkling waves were dazzling.

On the mahogany spirit boat, An Zhiming found that they were not the only visiting boats at this moment, and on the Jiangxin Lake not far away, several or even dozens of spirit boats with different treasures and lights drove side by side, with different sizes. The small ones are like their spirit boats, which carry more than a dozen people, but the large ships are more than ten meters high, with long sails and huge rudders, hundreds of people stand on them and beat the big drums, the big drums of mana vibration are all over the sky, and the huge ships push the waves and open the waves.

"It seems that everyone is looking forward to this thirty-three kui. "Elder Beiming's eyes are blazing, if he saw this scene of gongs and drums shaking the sky in the past, he would definitely retreat first and show his timidity, but today is different, they Qingshan Sect is very prepared, and they are bound to win the first place!

The saint sat on the side of the boat and gently stroked the crystal clear water, and several big red koi fish floated up to kiss the back of her hand.

Elder Beiming urged the mana to drive the mahogany spirit boat to accelerate, and soon the spirit boat pushed the waves and jumped over the area full of red lotuses, and entered the Jiangxin Lake, where the water flow was relatively calm, and in the center of Jiangxin Lake, wooden stakes were driven into the bottom of the lake to support the huge platform floating on the river, pavilions and pavilions were continuous, and the disciples of the Baihong Sect had already gathered at the mouth of Jiangxin Lake to welcome the sects and pavilions from all directions.

An Zhiming 19 and Chen Yin stood on the spirit boat and kept observing the surrounding treasure boats or driving together, or flying by, Sanqianmen, Qingluomen, Shenhu Sect, Tingchao Sect... One after another the sects that could be called in the green sea of Beichuan County drove by, and these would be their fierce rivals among the thirty-three leaders this time.

Thirty-three Kui can be regarded as a rare event in Beichuan County, for this time it is related to the cultivation environment and resource competition of the sect in the next half a hundred years, all the bright and dark means have emerged in an endless stream, and some competition for strength and courage has already begun now.

"Hahahaha, the old ghosts aren't dead yet, it's really gratifying to see familiar faces. On the huge ship with gongs and drums, an old man in a gray robe with silver hair tied up, a blood-colored sword at his waist, and a pair of big ears let out a loud laugh.

On the medium-sized white jade treasure boat on the left side adjacent to the giant ship, a silver-haired old woman with a cyan snake-headed cane sneered and raised her head and replied: "Sword old ghost, I won't die if you die, I heard that you have been stuck in the return to the ruins period for more than two hundred years, why didn't you go in to find a chance in the once-in-a-lifetime abyss of all worlds? Maybe you will die in it with good luck." "

"Mother-in-law Qingtou, didn't you go there either? That place is a meat grinding ground and a murder cave, and I don't dare to drill into it with this little Taoism. The gray-robed sword old ghost on the big ship did not shy away from telling the truth.

"It seems that everyone is reluctant to send their disciples inside, and only the behemoths of the Ten Great Immortal Gates and the Holy Mountain are qualified to explore that place. On a blue treasure boat on the right side of the giant ship, an old man wearing a gentleman's crown said with a smile.

"Haoran Sect, Mr. Qin, you didn't go to the meat grinder either. The old ghost of the sword suddenly smiled when he saw the old man.

"Blood Sword Pavilion, Qingying Sect, and the White Rainbow Sect that summoned the Thirty-Three Kui this time, didn't everyone go?" The old man who looked like a private school on the Blue Treasure Boat shook his head with a smile and said, "When those pioneers who really have a fearless spirit come back from the abyss of all worlds, I don't know how much we will be looked down upon by the old and timid old faction." "

"Look down, who dares to look down on my Blood Sword Pavilion in Beichuan County?" The old sword ghost laughed wildly three times, slapped the blood sword on his waist, and the sword aura on the giant ship slashed through the blue waves in front of him, and countless Blood Sword Pavilion disciples on the deck raised their swords together, and for a while, the sword aura overflowed the heart of the river, and the lake was domineering and awe-inspiring.

On the mahogany spirit boat, An Zhiming and Chen Yin both subconsciously took half a step back, and the people of the Blood Sword Pavilion all took the name of the "Red Blood Sword" in one hand, and the blood in their hearts was attached to the flying sword, and the sword qi and sword cultivation spirit fit perfectly, and when the sword cultivation killing intent of cultivating the Red Blood Sword exploded to the maximum, it was also the time when the Red Blood Sword was at its most powerful.

Mo Yi, who was bored by the side of the boat and holding a fishing rod in one hand, subconsciously reached out and pressed the bloody sword behind his back, fortunately, he can hold this guy down now in the realm, if he didn't know before, he would have let this guy's tiger body burst out with a sword intent to suppress the audience, making them the center of attention.

"Let go of Uncle Ben!"

"Don't let go, keep a low profile. Mo Yi held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and his right hand hung down.

"You kid still has a low-key two in his dictionary," the bloody sword expressed a hundred percent suspicion.

"You know a fart, but if you don't make a sound, you're already a blockbuster. Mo Yi's hand holding the hilt of the sword did not let go at all.

On the giant boat, the old ghost of the sword laughed loudly and was extremely satisfied with his hands, and this show of power showed that they were bound to win this time!

"Sword old ghost, it's useless to have a lot of people, do you really have a disciple who can handle it? I remember it well, the last time Thirty-Three Kui, the most proud disciple under your command should be the Vast Heavenly Palace realm, I don't know if your disciple has broken through to the ruins now? How many air pockets have been opened?" The blue-headed mother-in-law pestle the cane and was not moved by Manjiang's sword qi at all, but looked at the sword old ghost with a comfortable face.

"I heard that your precious Qingying girl has only barely broken through to the ruins recently, and I don't know how many air pockets your proud disciple has opened up?"

"You don't have to worry about the affairs of my family's underworld, anyway, this time I hope to meet Chen Jianyin of your Blood Sword Pavilion in the competition, and see if your red blood sword is powerful, or our Qing Ying Dao method is strong. The blue-headed mother-in-law said with a smile.

"Red Blood Sword, Qing Ying Dao Method, the White Rainbow Sect's One Qi Changhong should not be underestimated, it seems that although the thirty-three kui are ahead of schedule this time, everyone still has reservations and preparations. Old Mr. Qin turned his head and glanced at the scholar-like man sitting on the ground in the cabin holding a book, and said gently, "Mingyu, are you sure?"

The scholar man closed the book and nodded heavily: "There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea." "

"Good. Mr. Qin praised with satisfaction.

"Okay, let's see the truth in the battle! Don't be defeated by those unknown little sects first. The old man on the giant boat swept away the countless small treasure boats that followed the giant boat, and sneered.

"Everyone knows that Thirty-Three Kui will always be the stage of the strong, but sometimes if there is no ant to set off, how can it show real strength?" The blue-headed mother-in-law smiled lightly and moved her crutches, and the face of the quiet woman beside her couldn't help but flash a sense of pride.

"Wrong, the real strong don't need others to set off, the strong are self-reliant. Gongsun Ruoji, who was sitting on the mahogany spirit boat not far from the giant boat, meditated, closed his eyes and whispered.

On the giant boat, the old ghost of the sword laughed like a madman again, and beside him also appeared a red-haired man wearing a blood-colored long sword at his waist, his eyebrows were like swords, handsome and extraordinary, and the sight of him was like a sharp blade touching, full of sharpness.

Chen Jianyin. Chen Yin, An Zhiming, and Wu Ming involuntarily stood up straight, staring at the red-haired man on the giant boat in front of them.

On the giant boat, the red-haired man condescendingly glanced at the green girl on the white jade treasure boat, the blue-headed mother-in-law frowned and stepped forward half a step to block the other party's sight, and the place on her body that was within sight was faintly tingling, she couldn't help but look up at the red-haired man's mouth and murmured: "Is this... Sword intent?"

Seeing what the blue-headed mother-in-law did, the red-haired man became even more proud, looking back at the countless treasure boats behind the giant boat, and anyone on the treasure boat turned pale after touching his sight.

"The eyes are like swords flying, and the intention is to kill... This son has actually cultivated the sword intent?" Old Mr. Qin on the water blue treasure boat couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the red-haired man, but after careful observation, he frowned slightly and said, "No... It's not the real sword intent, but it must have already touched the fur, and having touched the threshold of the sword intent at such a young age, the Blood Sword Pavilion seems to have really picked up the treasure. "

The red-haired man on the giant boat was high-profile and arrogant, and he looked at everything like the half-formed sword intent he exuded unscrupulously, and it just so happened that the redwood spirit 000 boat was not far behind the giant boat, and the red-haired man inevitably looked at the past, and when he saw Mo Yi fishing on the mahogany spirit boat, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

Mo Yi, who was fishing, did not look up, he once again held down the bloody sword, and continued to catch his own fish, the red-haired man on the giant boat saw that he didn't dare to take out the sword, so he could only grab the hilt of the sword in fear and disdain, and after sneering, he retracted his gaze and his eyes were indifferent.

"His grandmother's, Uncle Ben has grown so big, and he hasn't been despised by such a garbage remnant sword intent, boy, you let go of me, you see that Uncle Ben won't kill him! Uncle Ben is going to let him see what the real kendo extreme intent is today!"

"Settle down, give the young man some chance to pretend to be forced, don't be so angry!" Mo Yi was appeased.

"That birdman glared at Uncle Ben with his sword intent! The most important thing is that his sword intent is still weak like that bird, and he dares to release it!"

Mo Yi glanced back, and sure enough, the saintess who was playing in the water by the boat also pressed one hand into her sleeve at this moment, which should have been pressed on the Yin and Yang Slashing Sword, lest the Yin and Yang Slashing Sword respond to the red-haired man's provocative sword intent suppression.

"You see that everyone has endured it, you can also endure it, and when the time comes, you can kill or kill as you like when you come to the stage. Mo Yi sighed and comforted.

"Okay, you said it! When the time comes, you will see that Uncle Ben will chop the birdman into five pieces! His grandmother dares to stare at Lao Tzu with sword intent. The bloody sword scolded and scolded for a while, and finally stopped talking.

Mo Yi sighed and let go of his hand, but in an instant, he raised his eyebrows and pressed down again, but it was still half a minute late, and the bloody sword body behind his back shook, and a killing aura of earth-shattering sword intent broke through the river and spread out in all directions of Jiangxin Lake!

"Grass! Uncle Ben still can't swallow this breath!" Sure enough, the more he took a step back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he was scolded by the bloody sword that Mo Yi was holding down. _

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