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    The sea and the sky are vast and my sword skills are vast.  Chen Guanshui just read the name in his mind, then let go of the cat mushroom, jumped onto the big cat behind him, and controlled it to rush towards the brightly lit camp at the foot of the mountain.  In the battle at Jianfeng that day, the sword intent from outside the sky pierced the barrier that created the Dao foundation, and knocked out the vast and boundless void world.  On the contrary, I didn't see any words at all except for the name "Boundless Seas and Sky Swordsmanship", and I didn't know what the swordsmanship represented by this name.  During the month he stayed in his own void world, Chen Guanshui explored again and again what this "Boundless Sky Sword Art" was, and even asked A Jing, but A Jing was surprised and slightly envious, and had no idea.  Give any answer.  The only information that is known is that this swordsmanship is one of the true swordsmanships of Huanglong Valley. Only swordsmanship monks who can win Zhuang Boyang's favor can receive his gift.  However, the specific content and function of the sword technique have never been explained clearly. It is only known that monks who possess this sword technique often have very strange achievements.  It wasn¡¯t until he left the void world and was thrown into the desert by Mao Liuli that Chen Guanshui knew what he had gained.  "Just like now, although I am still more than 7,000 steps away from the camp, all the buildings, people, animals, and items in the camp have been completely replicated in my heart.  There is already an identical camp on the ground in the void world.  There are a total of thirty-one foundation-building monks, seventeen of whom are the masters of the camp, one is a disciple of the Wuyan Sect who is doing the appraisal, nine are guests who happen to be "passing by", and four of them are very quiet in a corner.  house drinking wine.  There were a total of 441 Qi Refining monks, jumping up and down in every corner of the camp like jackals.  Some were pressing down those mortal women and humiliating them wantonly; some were carefully cutting the flesh of the prisoner on the ground, asking for the forbidden runes that opened the secret room; some were singing and drinking wildly, with tears streaming down their faces silently;  Some sat firmly on the straw mat, quietly checking the jade slips in their hands, and carefully examining the Taoist texts inside; some were moaning under the bodies of the foundation-building monks, or serving them like male dogs.  Looking at the foundation-building female cultivator.  Except for the dozens of Qi Refining monks on duty guarding the warehouses and camp walls who could stay awake in the dark night, everyone else was in a state of intoxication.  That order that was as indestructible as the layers of domes yesterday, those who stood on the layers of clouds, turned out to be dead.  He even ruined everything about himself.  What Chen Guanshui could see was a small circle with a diameter of three miles and a length of three miles. As long as it was within a radius of fifty miles where the magical power of dreams could work, many people did not know what was going on in this world, so they could only  Use your instinct to do more in this chaotic moment.  So, the camp was full of corpses.  Right in front of you, there is still a battle going on.  Three young Qi-refining monks, protecting several young girls behind them, fought with swords against several big men who were chasing after them.  With each strike of the sword, a house on the roadside was destroyed, and there were also mortals lying on the ground inside the house, waiting for their fate to die in fear.  There will always be people on both sides who lose the prize, and their friends will join the battle group, until the four foundation-building monks who are drinking quietly are disturbed, and they raise their hands and kill everyone.  But who can say which side is right and which side is wrong?  Those big men certainly wanted to steal the girls and sell them, or raise them into thin horses to be sold into wealthy families, or train them into courtesans to serve as social vases for their subordinates.  But those three young Qi Refining monks were the mothers of the girls who had just been abused and killed.  The so-called protection is nothing more than a subconscious action towards property that already belongs to one's own.  During the battle, if necessary, they could still throw the girl out as bait.  But it cannot be said that there are no good people in the entire camp.  Chen Guanshui saw clearly that in many hastily built houses, there was obviously a family put together haphazardly. In the ruins after the violent wind and earthquake, there was already a little order that could be maintained.  Although the man who acts as the head of the family is rude and uninteresting, and although he is forced to be extremely stingy by his life as a casual cultivator and is used to unscrupulously playing with the bodies of the women in the house, he always has a responsibility.  In the dark night, he unusually did not drink. Instead, he sat on a chair and quietly wiped his magic sword, listening to the movement on the street outside.  With an owner¡¯s thatched cottage, although those women are very frightened, they also have to distort the habits they have developed and become accustomed to doing a duty according to the habits of the current owner.  What they exchange is their right to stay in this house, and the right that no one can break in during the day.  Because those women who were abandoned in the camp and had no one to take them in were tortured by those who were more cruel than the monks.After being humiliated thousands of times, all the men were dead.  £­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­£­ The sound of the big cat running was very soft, soft enough for Chen Guanshui to follow the route he had observed long ago until he reached the outermost one.  The secret sentry was only a hundred feet away.  Then a stream of green mist flowed out of Chen Guanshui's hand and disappeared in an instant.  After a few snaps of his fingers, the whistler, who was feeling a little uncomfortable being blown by the slightly cool wind in the late summer night, suddenly heard a very subtle sound coming from not far away.  Logically speaking, if you are a whistleblower, you should blow the whistle immediately if you hear any unusual movement, and spread the news into the camp before the invading enemy kills you.  But this time the sound made the secret whistle suddenly light up. He pricked up his ears and listened quietly for a while. He didn't make any announcement at all. Instead, he lowered his sense of presence even more and quietly moved toward the place where the sound came from.  place to go.  As he walked, the light in his eyes became hotter and hotter, and even the hand holding the knife handle became a little wet.  "Two women, two women with very clean clothes.  The older woman was on guard, but the younger woman was squatting low in the shadow of the grass, suppressing the sound of running water.  It was obvious that they were two women who had escaped from the camp, and they were the stunning beauties occupied by those foundation-building monks.  Anshao made a final judgment in his mind, and then he touched the big woman's back, preparing to cover her mouth with one hand and tap her acupuncture points with the other hand.  After putting her down, suppress the little woman before she screams.  Then, you can enjoy a very, very memorable night.  And tomorrow, under a small mound in this wasteland, there will be two more withered flowers.  As for the rage of the big shots in the camp, who can control who?  But the last scene Anshao saw was the big woman suddenly turning her head towards him and smiling contemptuously.  Then the little woman over there also stood up, but her clothes were still intact.  The secret whistle wanted to sound the alarm again, but found that no matter how sharp the sound he made, he shot all ten whistle arrows in his arms into the night sky, set off the fireworks, and smashed the communication warning talisman that led directly to the base building monk camp.  to any response.  A ball of green mist rolled up silently from the ground, formed into a ball and then dispersed. The secret whistle just now had disappeared.
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