The Path Toward Heaven

Wu Zhuoru was very excited, shouting loudly, and even the ending was broken, which sounded ridiculous.

这 The words he said are even more absurd.

Everyone knows that Jiu Jiu held Xianyu in his left hand and could not release it. He could only carry it behind his back, but when he said that, it seemed that Qilin really had one hand.

And the sword repair in the realm of the realm does not need the help of sword tactics anymore. What is the difference between one hand and two hands?

Qi Qilin ignored the crazy insane, but lowered his head and did not dare to look at his Qingshan disciple, staring at Jing Jiu's eyes and saying, "Here it is?"

腊 Zhao Layue suddenly said, "I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and I can't control my strength. To whom has your age lived?"

She has been silent for a long time, and suddenly said harsh words that she would never say, because she was really nervous at this time.

She doesn't know what Fang Jingyuan means to Jing Jiu, but she believes that Jing Jiu should be better here.

"I didn't live with that dog in your house anyway."

Qi Qilin said a word indifferently, and ignored the madman, but always looked at the Qingshan disciple in a distant hall, and asked, "Begin?"

When speaking, he always stared at Jing Jiu's eyes-he and Bai Zhenren both doubted the origin of Jing Jiu. If the other party is Jingyang's rebirth, then it cannot be overemphasized, even if the other party is now just in the middle of a field. , Just need to flick to kill.

Kusui Jiu did not speak, his wrists moved slightly, and the black iron sword's tip slightly tilted upwards.

动作 This action is very casual and hides extreme self-confidence, and in Kirin's view, it is naturally extremely provocative.

Qi Qilin looked indifferent, flicking with his right hand, and a straight line like smoke, darted toward Jing Jiu's face.

This smoke and dust seems to be extremely thin, but it gives people an extremely scary feeling, as if it were as heavy as a mountain.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, and she knew that she could not stand it.

The most important thing is that even if she wants to resist with Firth sword, she has no time to make a sword.

Qi Qilin's seemingly casual movements were as fast as lightning. People in Jingyuan didn't even see when he raised his hand, when he bent his fingers, and when he popped up.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

确实 He did suppress his realm in the Yuan infant period, and the magical power is still terrible.

He has unimaginable power and naturally has speed that no one can.

No matter from any perspective, Jing Jiu could not avoid the finger of Kirin, even if his ghost sword is so mysterious and unpredictable.

But he blocked it.

When Qi Qilin stared at his eyes, he was also watching Qilin.

He is not looking at Kirin's hands, not Kirin's shoulders, nor the traces of Kirin's clothes, brought by the wind, but Kirin's eyes.

Qi Qilin's eyes moved slightly, and he moved, and calculated in advance where the finger fell.

The large, ugly black iron sword broke back, like a piece of armor, blocking him in front of him, covering his eyes, and covering the sky.

Even the sky can cover, naturally nothing can pass through.

The light smoke fell on the black iron sword accurately.

The melting dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to be elastic, subsided slightly, and then rebounded quickly.

The actual strength continued toward the sword body, passed around, and finally returned to the air again, shaking out more than ten invisible air waves.

Eventually all this is presented in the form of sound.

A crackling sound, and then turned into a terrifying roar in a very short time!

Boom! It was like a sky mine exploded on the ground.

Even if the bells of all Zen temples in the world ring at the same time, they cannot hide it!

The swell of Qi Qi rolled up everything in the quiet garden, and the smoke and dust was a masterpiece.

Yun Zhuoru turned pale.

Ji Yiyun spit out blood again.

Bai Qianjun snorted and took two steps outward.

This is also the result of the separatist monk crossing off from the monk.

多少 How much divine power is contained in that light-smoke finger?

Uh ...

Uh ...

The shotgun pointed at a sword.

The snoring moved for nine days.

All the monks in Languocheng Temple heard it, and walked outside the hall, looking in the direction of the backyard in doubt.

The villagers who were preparing to celebrate the New Year outside of the Dai Temple also heard clearly, thinking that this village was a thunderous thunder, and it was so loud.

In the vegetable garden, Liu was ten years old listening to the loud noise and was a little worried. He naturally heard that it was not a thunderous sky.

Xiao Xiaohe looked at his expression, and said softly, "Well ... you still have a look?"

Tamarix was ten years old silent for a while, picked up chopsticks and continued to eat, and said, "My son will not let me go, naturally he has his reason, I listen to him."

Xiao Xiaohe didn't understand, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of him?"

Tamarix was ten years old, chopped chopsticks, beef, shredded beef, stir into the rice, took a big mouthful, and said vaguely, "My son will be fine."

Uh ...

Uh ...

There is something wrong with Kusui.

The smoke and dust fell, he was no longer in place, but retreated "into" the rain corridor ...

His body knocked the rain gallery out of a few feet deep gap, as if digging in deeply.

For more than ten faint but clear sword meanings, as his hair and clothing fluttered, the innate sword body became apparent.

Qi Qilin just made a random finger and forced him to send out all his sword.

Yes, Kirin really only used the practice of Yuanying period, but his essence is ... too powerful.

As once said, he is the topmost existence of the Chaotian continent, except for the snow country.

But what really shocked the people in Jingyuan was not the strength of Kirin, because it was a well-known thing, but ... Jiu Jiu did not fall.

Kusui Jiu came out of the rain corridor, the wood chips scattered from the clothes, and blood spilled along the corners of his lips.

He raised his left hand holding Xianyu, wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and then burned into green smoke without leaving any traces.

人 No one noticed that there were a few strands of green smoke running along the fingers of his left hand.

Looking at this scene, 奚一云 's shock was silent, Bai Qianjun was even more horrified-Jing Jiu was able to catch Qilin's blow!

Kirin squinted slightly and took a step forward.

这个 At this moment, there was a stop drinking in Jingyuan.

"First strike!"

The person who shouted was still Zhuo Rusui, and still shouted something everyone knew.

He didn't want to dilute the tension in the field, but wanted to interrupt the rhythm and give Jing Jiu some time to reply.

Until this time, he still did not look up, looking at the black iron sword that Jing Jiu drew beside him, thinking that the sword should be broken, right?

The entire Qingshan knows that Jing Jiu inherited the sword of Master Shi Yuefeng that year.

铁 There is nothing special about this iron sword, except that it is a bit wide.

As Jing Jiu's realm became higher and higher, more and more people were a pity for him, and felt that this iron sword could not match him. Zhuo Rusui always thought so.

With a soft bang, a crack appeared on the surface of the black iron sword, and then gradually expanded.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rushui was very helpless, thinking that she had already said that your sword is not good. Besides being poisoned, what else could it do?

"Don't you dare to point to the old man if you are so broken?" Kirin said, staring at Jing Jiu's eyes.

Kusui Jiu said nothing, and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

With a crackling sound, the heavy object fell to the ground.

It wasn't that the iron sword was broken, but that a piece of rust on the iron sword had peeled off, and it fell to the ground like a stone and cracked into several pieces.

Later, will the iron sword also break into pieces like this rust?

Kusui Jiu was not badly injured, but he didn't have any fear. He still pointed his sword at Kirin, and as the wrist vibrated, the sword's head slightly fluctuated.

Bai Qianjun saw something else. He was so angry that he thought you were fishing? How dare you dare to do such a move to my Zhenshan God Beast!

With the rise and fall of the iron sword, those black, thick and ugly old rust scales peeled off again, exposing some bright places.

Suddenly the wind rose, Jing Jiu's figure suddenly collapsed, came to the sky outside the quiet garden, and then flickered like a candlelight, and landed on the mountain a few miles away.

This body method is strange and unpredictable, and its speed is extremely fast.

People in the Jingjing Garden naturally did not know the existence of the Nether Fairy Sword. Do you think that the innate invisible sword body in the legend actually has such magical powers?

Ji Yiyun's expression was slightly faint, and she remembered the immortal magic body method that Jing Jiu had once displayed in Qingtianjian Fantasy Realm.

Zhe Baiqianjun's face was even more ugly. On the unsettled mountains in the fantasy, he and dozens of Qin Guoqiang were killed by the blood of Jingu Jiu in this state. How can he forget? He didn't expect that Jing Jiu could even exhibit such spooky swordsmanship in the real world, and it seemed to be more powerful.

Qi Qilin's eyes were even colder, which represented anger and killing.

He was more certain at this time. The figure who escaped from the town's magic prison at the time was this person, and this person killed the Canglong!

When the violent wind screamed, he disappeared from the place, and instantly came to the sky above the mountain, with a volley of palms falling towards Jingjiu.

Even if it is a dark light, it is difficult to extinguish it in the strong wind.

Jiujing Jiuyao fluttered, suddenly east and west, somehow got out of the palm of the wind and came to the extremely high sky.

The unicorn is horrible. With one palm hitting the air, he can still collect his palm power, shatter it into countless arrows, and sprinkle it into the sky!

At that moment, someone in the village outside Guocheng Temple lit a firecracker.

Crackling, countless firecrackers sounded, masking the sound of blasting those arrows.

The people in the Jingjing Garden looked up and could only see the sky full of meteors and a sword light passing through them. Only the cross-sea monk could vaguely see the figure of Jing Jiu. I can imagine how fast he was at this time.

Wu Zhuoru still didn't look up, staring at a shivering weed between the slate, his face was a little pale, and he thought silently at this time that it was OK? When exactly do you watch? Did you watch it?

The wind stopped and the clouds calmed down, the meteor in the sky became invisible, and the figure of Jing Jiu appeared again, falling on the ground, white as a cloud, without making any sound.

Qi Qilin also returned to the quiet garden.

Xu said that it was three strikes, so he only gave one hand from the beginning, without chasing.

Previously, Kirin's volley turned into a meteor in the sky, which can be counted as a blow, but considering its status and seniority, it is actually a bit excessive.

Wu Zhuoru was still unsure, watching the ground and shouting, "Two ... uh?"

忽 He suddenly felt dazzled.

Hisai's feet seemed to disappear for a moment before his eyes.

Then Jingyuan fell into a dead silence.

Uh ...

Uh ...

卓 When Zhuo Rusui lowered his head, a sword light sounded in Jingyuan, and then a soft sound was heard.

Kusui Jiu returned to his place, pale, and apparently seriously injured.

But no one looks at him.

Everyone is watching Kirin.

A very shallow wound appeared on the corner of Qi Qilin's eyebrow, and a small drop of blood was slowly leaking out.

He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and slowly said, "You dare to hurt me ..."

Kusui Jiu said, "I'll pick you up three times, but didn't say you can't fight back."

Qi Qilin did not expect that Jing Jiu could still fight back in this situation, and he dared to think about counterattack. There was no preparation, and he did not expect that his stature could be faster, so he was killed by his sword.

This is not the key, the most important thing is that he never thought that Jing Jiu's sword could hurt himself.

Everyone in the Jingjing Garden did not expect to look at the dripping blood drops on Kirin's eyebrows, shocked and unable to speak.

A young man who has been practicing for less than 30 years, but Yu Ye Zhong Jing Xiu Wei can actually hurt Kirin?

how can that be!

Wu Zhuoru was equally shocked as she listened to the conversation.

Even if Kirin suppresses herself during the Yuan infant period ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How can the natural deities break, and what sword do you use?

——Our sword is absolutely impossible. I'm afraid that not all the main swords of Qingshan Jiufeng can be used. Do you use the Firth sword?

腊 Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu's back, pinched a sword tactic in his left hand, and suppressed the somewhat uneasy Furth sword in Jian Wan.

Xi Duhai Monk knew more inside information. Looking at Jing Jiu, I wonder if you are using the sharpest Fuji sword in the legend?

The ten-year-old Liu in the vegetable garden looked at the bracelet that buzzed on his wrist and looked very excited. What was going on in Guocheng Temple?

Kusui Jiu did not speak any more, raised the black iron sword in his hand again, and aimed at Kirin.

With his movement, the rust on the black iron sword fell down, gradually revealing the extremely bright sword body.

The monk looking at the sword felt the sharp, solitary yet extremely violent complex breath that came from him, and asked in shock: "What kind of sword is this?"

Kukai's eyes became a bit vacant, and his voice became colder, just like this sword.

"Cosmic Front."

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(If you are interested, you can go to the front of the fourth volume, that is called the word in the pot.)

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