The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 153: The iron sword is still here
(The universe front is a play and a sword. It’s very famous. It’s a second grade. I’m wronged... Search it yourself. I won’t use the information to account for the number of words. In addition, the title of this chapter should be used before. It’s not a big way or another book, but it’s really suitable for this chapter, so I will continue to use it.)
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Up and down Quartet is called the universe, from ancient times to the present is called the universe.
One sword can cut off time and space before it can be called a cosmic front.
The name is really overbearing.
The people in Jingyuan were surprised, Zhuo Rusui was shocked and speechless.
All Qingshan disciples know the story of Jing Jiu’s iron sword.
In the past, Shiyue Peak Moxian Master came to the end of his spiritual career, determined to return his sword to Qingshan.
He has copied over a hundred years of classics in the peaks. His realm is not very high, and his reputation is not obvious. According to the truth, he will only leave a touch of grief in the green hills, and it will gradually be forgotten. But when he came outside Yunxing Peak, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the Inner Sect, and Jing Jiu was among them.
At that time, Jing Jiu asked for some reason: How is your sword?
Master Mo said that he hadn't used it for a long time, and there was regret in his words.
Jing Jiu said, otherwise I try?
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Jing Jiu decided to inherit the sword.
In the eyes of many people in Qingshan, this is a very whimsical thing, because Master Mo put the black iron sword at a high place on the peak of the sword.
And that iron sword is very ordinary, nothing special.
Jing Jiu made this decision because the iron sword is very large and can sit comfortably on it, and he feels that since this sword has been dedicated to Qingshan for a lifetime like Master Mo, it should also bloom. A glorious day.
For this iron sword, Jing Jiu walked up to Jianfeng, where he encountered many things, such as Zhao Layue and this iron sword, and then today.
This iron sword is really ordinary, not to mention that compared with the main sword of Qingshan Jiufeng, the flying swords of the disciples of Liangwangfeng are far superior to it.
No one knows what happened on the iron sword later.
Mei meets Dao wars, trapped in the depths of the snowfield, the cold is invading the bones, Jing Jiu burns the sword yuan, uses the iron sword as a torch, illuminates the cave, and also warms the white morning in the silkworm cocoon, which is tantamount to tempering For six years. In the Demon Suppression Prison, the iron sword sank into Bitan and was soaked in the extremely poisonous pool water for three full years. You must know that it was the stomach of the Canglong.
The most important thing is that the iron sword is often tied to Jing Jiu's back, and it is constantly nurtured by his sword meaning, and it has already undergone a completely reborn change. It's just that the surface of the melted sword body and the traces corroded by the venom enveloped the true body of the iron sword like mud. It still needs a suitable time to truly show its edge.
Just today, the Qilin’s heavy shot fell on the iron sword.
, the most pure **** from the ancient times shattered the dirt of the sword, like a finishing touch, awakening it.
The cold and empty cosmic front now appears in the world.
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Zhuo Rusui looked at the ground, still unable to calm down. Universe Feng can break through the divine body of the unicorn, and can bear the coercion of the unicorn head-on, and his performance is extremely extraordinary. It must be of the immortal sword rank. In the future, as Jing Jiu continues to advance in the monastic world, he may become a peerless sword!
What did you say at the beginning? ...This sword is not good...the ugly sword...what's the use...
Xiao Shishu is right, where is this sword not good, or my own vision is not good.
At this time, he heard the voice of a unicorn again.
"This sword...is really good."
Qilin looked at the universe front in Jing Jiu's hand, and said indifferently: "But if a person dies, what's the use of keeping a sword?"
Zhuo Ru Sui suddenly remembered that Shi Yuefeng’s Master Mo. He has forgotten the name of the uncle, but he believes that with the appearance of the universe front in the world, the name of the uncle will be remembered by many people again, until many years later.
He looked at the shadow of the unicorn on the ground, and said seriously: "No, even if the person is dead, as long as the sword is left, it will be there."
Qingshan Jianxiu often chooses to return the sword to Qingshan before he dies.
Later, he had his own disciple Chengjian, which made the sword shine again.
The sword is passed down from generation to generation, it is also the tradition, and it is the spirit of Qingshan.
The sword is the spirit of Aoyama.
As long as the sword is there, the green hill is there.
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The white cat squatted on the eaves of the palace in the distance, staring at the scene in the quiet garden, his cold eyes were full of envy, thinking that Gu Qing's luck was really good.
When left Qingshan, Jing Jiu decided to let Gu Qing be the head of the future. This was not important. The important thing was that he wanted to change Gu Qing for a good sword. Now the sword is here.
Qilin and Jing Jiu made such a big movement, they naturally shocked many monks in Guocheng Temple. Zen sounds in the temple continued, and the big formation was about to start, but everyone was paying attention to Jingyuan, and no one noticed squatting. It is on the corner of the eaves.
"If you really want to kill the unicorn, why not come here and squat in the quiet garden?"
A voice sounded behind the white cat.
At some point, a beautiful young monk came to the eaves of Chenghua Hall and sat down beside it.
The white cat glanced at the young monk with a mocking expression in his eyes, thinking that if I were there, how would this fight be fought today?
The young monk said seriously: "But the Qilin now knows you are here."
"Meow? Do you think that monster will give up? Of course not. The ugly things in Yunmeng Mountain are so temperamental, even if they dare not kill Jing Jiu in front of so many people, they have to get him. According to my judgment, what the silly deer wanted was to seriously injure Jing Jiu, and then let him be bitten by the immortal urn, so that there would be no need to hold back."
"That said, it's a good idea."
"Meow?" The white cat is very contemptuous, thinking that you don't know Jing Jiu too much: "That guy is the most insidious and cunning. Who can get him? Apart from this lord, there must be others hiding behind. Hand, maybe this long deer will be killed."
There was a smile on the face of the young monk, and he asked: "Then why don't you help?"
"What status and status am I? How can the guard of Qingshan go to fight with those juniors? If the Qilin is seriously injured by Jing Jiuyin later, I might as well take a sneak attack. , I can't stand it anymore."
The white cat thought of the blue dragon that died before his eyes, and meowed regretfully.
It suddenly felt that something was wrong, why should I think so much and tell you this?
It turned and looked at the young monk again, this time turning very slowly, as if frozen by the cold wind.
"You still don't want to make a move, we Qingshan can't afford to lose that person."
The young monk walked up to him and sat down, his right hand fell naturally on top of his head, and then he touched it from beginning to end.
He is very proficient in his movements, as if he has touched him for hundreds of years.
The cat's hair that has been touched will generally be smoother, but at this time, on the contrary, the white cat's hair is exploded, and it keeps dancing in the cold wind, looking like a flower that is about to be blown away by the wind. Dandelion.
Exploding hair means anger, a precursor to battle, and more often because of fear.
The white cat’s eyes were full of horror, and her pupils shrank into tiny black rice grains. If you don’t look closely, you can’t see clearly.
It can obviously scratch the young monk next to him with one claw, but... how dare it?
is like being on Bihu Peak back then. It can easily shoot Jing Jiu to death without any shots.
It was just a moment, the white cat's mind had countless sentences of the most filthy swear words in the world, and they couldn't be written in words at all.
because its spirit is about to collapse.
But even so, it took all the swear words on itself and its destiny very carefully, and did not dare to provoke the young monk at all.
Qingshan guards the white ghost. He has always been known for his brutality. Even the real head of the house does not care about it, but there are always objects of fear in the world.
At that time, it was less courageous than anyone else.
What it really fears is the pair of brothers.
To be more precise, it’s the brother it fears most. Because the brother is more capable of killing, more daring to kill, more insidious, more embarrassed, more cruel, more cruel, more intelligent, more inexhaustible, more brilliant, more invincible, more frustrated He is personable, more energetic, and more...
"The word personable is good. Although I am not as good-looking as him, it is always smarter than his dead face."
The young monk is naturally Yin San.
He smiled and said, "But you don't have to think so much to please me. I am really in a bad state now. You can try to kill me."
If the cat would cry, Ada Liu would definitely already be in tears at this time.
After the rebirth of the brothers, the first time they saw him, they said the same thing.
It's finally completely certain at this time. I smelled on those pieces of paper a few years ago... It turned out to be the smell of real people.
really fragrant.
It meowed twice, rubbed Yinsan's feet, and was pleased.
"This is really a good place to watch a play."
Yin San looked at Jingyuan on the far side of the mountain, with a smile on his face.
The cold wind was blowing in the monk's clothes, dancing non-stop, and then sent the smell of firecrackers and bacon in the country.
The story is not over yet.
Today has just started.
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There is dead silence in the quiet garden.
Everyone is waiting for Qilin's third blow.
The sword named Universe Front was held in Jing Jiu's hand, but no one still looked at him.
The gap between life levels can only be made up by the realm. A human practitioner in the middle realm of the wild can never be the opponent of a primordial infant stage unicorn.
An extremely strong coercion radiated from Qilin's body, covering the entire quiet garden.
The weed in the cracks of the stone slab clings to the ground, unable to stand up anymore, and is slowly crushed into powder.
The monk crossing the sea had a solemn expression, and once again waved his sleeves to exude the Zen spirit, isolating the coercion of the unicorn, and avoiding direct serious injuries to several young disciples of Xi Yiyun.
The realm is as deep as he is. It is difficult to isolate the pressure of the unicorn. It is difficult to imagine how Jing Jiu will deal with it.
Jing Jiu didn't wait for Kirin's third blow~IndoMTL.com~ He chose to take the initiative again.
The cold and empty universe front broke through the pressure, passed through the air that had become countless times thicker, and came to Qilin's body.
The high-speed friction brings up the bright light, which actually seems to be burning, the meaning of coldness and emptiness suddenly becomes violent, and there is a strange and dangerous hidden in it.
The flames brought up by the universe front brightened the Qilin's face very clearly.
The tendons and veins under the skin that are like intertwined old vines look very ugly, and those two corners look very scary.
Qilin felt that the sword was really interesting, but he didn't care much.
Affected by the pressure, Jing Jiu's sword was obviously much slower than the previous one.
However, just when he was about to grab Jing Jiu's sword, and then directly bombard the opponent, the sword disappeared before his eyes.
There is a small rubbing sound, and then there are countless small clicks.
There are countless tiny cracks in Kirin's clothes.
A small blood port appeared on his earlobe.
There was also a tiny mouth of blood on his nose and the corners of his lips.
There is a drop of blood seeping from every opening.
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