The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 152: Eye Kong Universe 1 Jian Feng

　　 Zhuo Rusui was very excited, shouting loudly, and even the ending sound was broken, which sounded a little ridiculous.

　　 What he said is even more absurd.

　　 Everyone knows that Jing Jiu holds the immortal urn in his left hand. He can't release it. He can only carry it on his back. When he said so, it seemed like he really gave a unicorn a hand.

　　 And the sword repairs in the wild realm no longer need the assistance of sword tactics. What is the difference between one hand and two hands?

　　 Qilin ignored the madness, but lowered his head and dared not look at him. He stared into Jing Jiu’s eyes and said, "Is here?"

　　 Zhao Layue suddenly said: "You have lived for tens of thousands of years, and you can't even control your strength. Whose age did you live on?"

　　 She had been silent for a long time, and suddenly she said harsh words that she would never say normally, 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 more beneficial here.

　　 "I didn't live on your dog anyway."

　　 Qilin said indifferently, he ignored the madness, but always looked at the Qingshan disciple of a hall in the distance, and asked: "Start?"

When 　　 was speaking, he always stared at Jing Jiu's eyes—he and Zhenren Bai both doubted Jing Jiu’s origins. If the other party is really Jingyang reborn, then it can’t be overstated, even if the other party is just now. In the middle of the field, you can kill with a single finger.

　　 Jing Jiu did not speak, his wrist moved slightly, and the tip of the black iron sword was slightly upward.

　　This action is very casual and calm, hiding extreme self-confidence, but in the eyes of Qilin, it is naturally extremely provocative.

　　 Qilin looked indifferent, and flicked with his right hand, a straight line like smoke and dust attacked Jing Jiu's face.

　　 This smoke looks extremely fine, but it gives people a very terrifying feeling, as if it is as heavy as a mountain.

　　 Looking at this scene, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, knowing that she couldn't catch it categorically.

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

　　The seemingly random movements of the unicorn are actually as fast as lightning. People in the quiet garden did not even see when he raised his hand, when he pointed, and when he popped up.

　　Time seems to freeze at this moment.

　　 He really suppressed his realm in the Nascent Soul Stage, and his supernatural powers are still terrifying.

　　 He has unimaginable power, and naturally has an unparalleled speed.

　　 From any angle, it is impossible for Jing Jiu to avoid the unicorn's finger, even if his Netherworld Immortal Sword is so mysterious and unpredictable.

　　 but he blocked it.

　　While the unicorn stared into his eyes, he was also looking at the unicorn.

　　 What he looked at was not the unicorn’s hands, nor the unicorn’s shoulders, nor the traces of the unicorn’s clothes being carried by the wind, but the unicorn’s eyes.

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

　　 The wide and ugly black iron sword pierced through the air, like a piece of armor, blocking him in front of him, covering his eyes, and also covering the sky.

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

　　 The light smoke fell accurately on the black iron sword.

　　 The burnt dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to become elastic, sinking slightly, and then rebounding quickly.

　　The substantive power continued to go into the sword body, spread to all places, and finally returned to the air again, shaking out more than ten invisible waves of air.

　　 In the end, all this came out in the form of sound.

　　 There was a soft pop, and then it turned into a terrifying roar in a very short time!

　　 Boom! It was like a sky thunder exploding on the ground.

　　, even if the bells of all the temples in the world ring at the same time, it can’t be concealed!

　　The air wave rolled up everything in the quiet garden, and the smoke was overwhelming.

　　 Zhuo Ru Sui's face is pale.

　　 Xi Yiyun spit out another mouthful of blood.

　　 Bai Qianjun snorted and took two steps outward.

　　 This is still the result of the isolation between the monk crossing the sea and the monk.

　　 How much power does that light-smoke-like finger contain?

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　　 flick a sword.

The sound of 　　 moves for nine days.

　　 All the monks in the Guocheng Temple heard it, and they walked out of the temple, looking suspiciously in the direction of the backyard.

　　 The villagers outside the temple who were preparing for the Chinese New Year could also hear clearly, and they were shocked to think which village was the thunder from the sky, and there was such a noise.

　　 In the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was a little worried when he heard the loud noise. He naturally heard that it was not a thunder.

　　 Xiaohe looked at him and said softly: "Why don't you...you should go and see?"

　　 Liu Shisui was silent for a while, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat, and said: "The son doesn't let me go. Naturally, there is reason for him. I will listen to him."

　　 Xiaohe didn’t understand, and asked: "Aren’t you afraid of him?"

　　 Liu Shisui took chopsticks and kimchi and shredded beef into the rice, ate a big bite, and said vaguely: "The son will be fine."

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　　 Jing Jiu has something.

　　 The smoke and dust are gone, he is no longer where he is, but retreats into the rain corridor...

　　His body knocked the rain corridor out of a gap several feet deep, like a deep wedge in.

　　 More than ten faint but clear sword intent, as his hair and clothes fluttered, the invisible sword body had already appeared.

　　 Qilin just pointed at random and forced him to explode with all his sword intent.

　　 Yes, Qilin did only use the Yuan Ying period's cultivation base, but his body is really...too powerful.

　　 As I once said, he is the top existence of Chaotian Continent, except for the Snow Country.

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

　　 Jing Jiu walked out of the rain corridor, sawdust scattered from the clothes, and blood spilled along the corners of his lips.

　　 He lifted his left hand holding Xianlu, wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and burned it into blue smoke without leaving any traces.

　　 No one noticed, a few strands of the green smoke went through the fingers of his left hand.

　　 Looking at this scene, Xi Yiyun was shocked and speechless, and Bai Qianjun was even more shocked--Jing Jiu was able to catch the blow of the unicorn!

　　 Qilin squinted slightly and took a step forward.

　　 At this moment, there was a sound of quit drinking in the quiet garden.

　　 "First hit!"

　　The person who shouted is still Zhuo Rusui, who still shouted things that everyone knew.

　　 He didn't want to ease the tension in the field, but wanted to interrupt the rhythm and buy Jing Jiu some time to respond.

　　 Up to this point, he still did not raise his head, looking at the black iron sword Jing Jiu hanging beside him, thinking that this sword should be broken, right?

　　The entire Qingshan knows that what Jing Jiu inherited was the sword of Shiyuefeng Master Mo.

　　 There is nothing special about this iron sword, except that it is somewhat generous.

　　As Jing Jiu's realm is getting higher and higher, more and more people are a little pity for him, feeling that this iron sword is not worthy of him, Zhuo Rusui has always thought so.

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

　　 Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui was very helpless, thinking that he had said long ago that this sword of yours is not good, except for some poison, what use can it do?

　　 "You dare to point at the old man with such broken copper and iron?" Qilin stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said.

　　 Jing Jiu did not speak, and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

With a slap, the heavy object fell to the ground.

　　 It was not that the iron sword was broken, but a piece of rust on the iron sword peeled off and fell to the ground like a stone, cracking into several pieces.

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

　　 Jing Jiu was injured not lightly, but he did not have any fear. He still pointed the Qilin with Jianping, and the head of the sword fluctuated slightly as his wrist vibrated.

　　 Bai Qianjun saw other meanings, and was extremely angry, wondering if you were fishing? How rude to actually dare to do such an action to my sent Zhenshan beast!

　　 As the iron sword rises and falls, the black, heavy and ugly old rust is peeled off again, revealing some bright spots.

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

　　 This kind of body technique is weird and unpredictable, and the speed is extremely fast, even the Zhongzhou School of Heaven and Earth Evacuation Technique is extremely cultivated.

The people in 　　 Quiet Garden naturally did not know the existence of the Netherworld Immortal Sword, and wondered if the legendary congenital invisible sword body actually has such magical powers?

　　Yiyun's expression is slightly awkward, and he thinks of the fairy phantom body that Jing Jiu once showed in the illusion of the blue sky.

　　 Bai Qianjun's face is even more ugly. On the imperfect mountain in the illusion, he and dozens of Qin State powerhouses were flowed into rivers by the blood of Jing Jiuxai in this state. How can they forget? He didn't expect Jing Jiu to be able to perform such unpredictable swordsmanship in the real world, and it seemed to be even more powerful.

　　 Qilin's eyes are even colder, which represents anger and killing intent.

　　 He was even more certain at this time, the figure that escaped from the town demon prison was this person, and it was this person who killed the blue dragon!

　　While the squally wind whistling, he disappeared from where he was, and instantly came to the sky above the mountain, blasting down towards Jing Jiu with a volley of palm.

　　 Even a dim light is difficult to extinguish in a strong wind.

　　Jing Jiu swayed, flickering from east to west, somehow he escaped from the palm of the wind, and came into the extremely high sky.

　　The unicorn has terrifying magical powers, with one palm hitting the air, it can actually retract the palm power, crush it into countless powerful arrows, and spit it into the sky!

　　 Just then, someone in the village outside Guocheng Temple lit firecrackers.

　　 crackling, countless firecrackers sounded, covering the sound of those powerful arrows exploding.

The people in 　　 Jingyuan looked up, and they could only see the sky full of meteors and the sword light passing through it. Only the monk crossing the sea could vaguely see Jing Jiu's figure. You can imagine how fast he was at this time.

　　 Zhuo Rusui still did not raise his head, staring at a trembling weed among the slabs, his face was a little pale, silently thinking in my heart is this time okay? When will you watch it? Are you looking at it?

　　 The wind stopped and the clouds were quiet, the meteors in the sky turned invisible, and Jing Jiu's figure appeared again, falling on the ground, white clothes like clouds, without making any sound.

　　 Qilin also returned to the Jingyuan.

　　 said it was three strikes, so from the beginning he only slapped and didn’t pursue.

　　 Previously, the unicorn volleyed into the sky and turned into meteors, which can be counted as a blow, but considering its status and seniority, it is actually a bit too much.

　　 Zhuo Rusui was still worried, looking at the ground and shouting: "Two...eh?"

　　 He suddenly felt dazzled.

　　 Jing Jiu's feet seemed to disappear in front of his eyes for a moment.

　　 Then Jingyuan fell into a dead silence.

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　　 When Zhuo Rusui lowered his head, there was a sword light in Jingyuan, and then there was a light rubbing sound.

　　 Jing Jiu returned to the place, his face pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.

　　 But no one looked at him.

　　Everyone is looking at the unicorn.

　　A very shallow wound appeared on the corner of the unicorn’s eyebrows, and a small drop of blood was slowly leaking out.

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

　　 Jing Jiu said: "I took you three notes, I didn't say that I can't fight back."

　　 Qilin did not expect that Jing Jiu could counterattack in this situation, even daring to counterattack. He didn’t have much preparation, and he didn’t expect that his posture could be faster, so he would be attacked by his sword. Cut in.

　　 None of this is the key. The most important thing is that he never thought that Jing Jiu's sword could hurt himself.

　　Everyone in Jingyuan didn't expect to see the drop of blood on the Qilin's eyebrows, and they were shocked and unable to speak.

　　A young man who has been practicing for less than 30 years, but his cultivation in the middle of the field can actually hurt the unicorn?

　　How is this possible!

　　 Zhuo Ru Sui listened to the conversation between the scenes, equally shocked.

　　 Even if the unicorn suppresses itself in the Nascent Soul Stage~IndoMTL.com~ But how can the natural body be broken? What kind of sword do you use?

　　——Your own sword is absolutely impossible. I'm afraid that not all the main swords of the Nine Peaks of Qingshan can be used. Are you using the Fusi sword?

　　 Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu's back, pinched a sword tactic with his left hand, and suppressed the agitated Fusi sword in the sword pill.

　　The monk crossing the sea knows more about the inside story. Looking at Jing Jiu, I wonder if you use the sharpest sword in the legend?

　　 Liu Shisui in the vegetable garden, looking at the buzzing and excited bracelet on his wrist, he wondered what happened in Guocheng Temple?

　　 Jing Jiu didn't speak any more, and once again raised the black iron sword in his hand and pointed it at the unicorn.

　　 Following his movements, the rust on the black iron sword fell down, gradually revealing the extremely bright blade.

　　The sea-crossing monk looked at the sword, feeling the sharp, dead but extremely violent complex breath that came from it, and asked in shock: "What kind of sword is this?"

　　 Jing Jiu's eyes became a bit empty, and his voice became colder, just like this sword.

　　 "Universal Front."

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　　 (If you are interested, you can go to the beginning of the fourth volume. That song is called Hu Zhongtian.)

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