Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 242: The dust has settled

At the moment when this **** containing Shen Lian appeared, Chen Beidou understood who the opposite was. He was not ignorant, so he couldn't help but shudder at this time. It was caused by being too excited.

No one can represent the ultimate kendo better than this one, even though this one is not a major in kendo.

The gods have nurtures and innates. This is the innate **** in front of him. The stalwart existence was born before the opening of the universe. Even the handed down Taoists and Buddhas enlightened later than this one.

Although he was a fairy, he is now a god. But recalling all the secrets, Chen Beidou still has the absurd feeling that myths have come into reality.

Of course, the **** in front of me is by no means the real one. It may not even have a billionth of its own power, or it may just be the one left behind by the traces and refining.

Because of this, he can have a chance to see that swordsmanship, and even he can feel the immortal sword that has been completely subdued by him, the excitement at this moment, and the jealousy, because the gods merged by Shenlian are in his hands Holding the Five Elements Excalibur.

Heaven and earth, in the past and in the future, there was only one sword worthy of being held by that person, but it was definitely not the refined sword of the Five Elements, even if the gods appearing now are just the traces left by that person in time.

This is the emotion that has emerged from Xianjian.

Xianxianjian no longer has a ten-thousandth of the power in the hand of that person, but as long as he witnesses the shadow of that person’s kendo, he will have the opportunity to make the fairy sword begin to regain its origin, so that the sword will follow. Climb the highest peak of Kendo.

Shen Lian fuses only the visualized gods, and what he captures is only a drop in the ocean that he cuts out the avenue. Although it has unique characteristics, it is still impossible for him to touch the real power of that stalwart existence. can.

But it is enough. Even a trace of shadow can allow him to reach a higher realm. At this time, he is very clear, and in an instant he can feel all the characters in the world that are related to him.

Seeing Shizu Ziling staring at him, seeing Senior Sister Gu Caiwei praying in the Patriarch Hall, seeing Chao Xiaoyu playing a sad song on Jimo Peak holding an instrument similar to Changxiao, and seeing Ruoxi Sit on the Qianmo and flew towards Zhongshan.

He saw Yanxu, and saw the truth in Weak Water.

Fang Yanying is in a corner of Zhongshan, looking up here.

I even saw Mr. Su who taught him how to create a sword qi.

At this moment, Mr. Su was in an exquisite room. He was a graceful woman with a flame mark on her forehead dressed in a fiery red robe. Suddenly, he felt a bit of a sword gas in the void.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked.

"Nothing, it seems that someone is spying on me, maybe it feels wrong." Mr. Su smiled.

"It's weird, the number that can peek into the Palace of Immortality can also be counted. Those people will not be so rude. I can't see who it is."

Mr. Su held her catkin and said softly: "Forget it, we live in seclusion here just to fight the world. I don't think Madam, let him go."

"You are like this now, I am afraid that no one will believe that you are the original swordsman of Ziwei."

Shen Lian was noticed by Mr. Su, so he stopped paying attention, and at the same time he was really awakened. Only the state of omniscience that shone all over the sky just now made his natural aura dim a lot.

Imagine that the Dao Master and the Buddha, once the Dharma eyes are opened, can illuminate the past and the future, the infinite universe, knowing any cause and effect, it is simply incalculable and terrible.

Shen Lian's mind turns faster than electric flint.

At the same time, the Five Elements Excalibur in his hand has been started, a simple stab, without any change, any magical way, even fluttering, like nothingness.

With such a simple stabbing, Chen Beidou had lost his soul. He watched the tip of the sword approaching, and failed to respond.

As if this sword pierced out, Chen Beidou had only one result of demise.

This is not only the experience of Chen Beidou, but also the experience of all the cultivators around him at this time. No one had expected that Chen Beidou, who had previously suppressed the cultivation, would suddenly change from strength to weakness.

But Chen Beidou deserves to be Chen Beidou, he did not give up at all.

No matter how strong Shen Lian is now, it's just a fox and a fake tiger. It's by no means the point where he can't resist. Even if this sword is like a great road, it can run Zhoutianxingchen, it still can't make him depressed.

He abandoned all unnecessary thoughts, and forgot what he was in. He only saw his heart, but didn't see the rest.

Chen Beidou seems to have broken free from some shackles, breaking some kind of shackles, and there seems to be a sound of broken things in the world.

He finally came out of the sword. Everything about himself, such as divinity, law body, sword heart, and Lingying, instantly merged with the immortal sword, and turned into a pure sword light regardless of each other.

Shen Lian's "cut" is simple, while Chen Beidou's counterattack is "pure".

There is no Chen Beidou in the world, only a touch of crimson, not gorgeous, not as brilliant as a sky, but whoever sees this crimson sword light will understand the persistence of a sword learner.

He is not sincere to the world, not sincere to his ancestors, and not sincere to the believers, but he is absolutely sincere in kendo and has nothing left to pursue.

Shen Lian's "cut" is not fast or slow, but Chen Beidou's sword light is like a long rainbow through the sky, intending to go over Shen Lian's sword and directly slash towards his incarnation of the gods.

Afterwards, above Zhongshan, under the starry night and moon, a bright ball of light like a big dipper appeared, bursting out, and a vast expanse of white fell between the sky and the earth, and the aurora was like the day.

With white light everywhere between the sky and the earth, a huge monster protruded from the weak water, with two disjointed horns growing on its head, and blue scales under its neck, leaping out of the water. A dragon, rising out of the water, intending to break into the core of the white light.

At this moment, a sword chant sounded, and the horns of the flood dragon were cut off, and it fell into the weak water with a miserable cry.

The endless white light dissipated~IndoMTL.com~Chen Beidou stepped out of the void, holding the pink fairy sword, his body became more and more transparent, and finally turned into a **** light spot together with the fairy sword, disappearing without a trace.

The void began to stitch, and the night sky after the fierce battle was so clear and beautiful that no dust was visible.

It was really based on the cockleshell, and the seal had already been recovered. He thought he could intervene and finally realized that he was thinking too much.

The voiceless murmur: "Who won."

Really whispered: "I don't know."

"He didn't win." Qingzhou trembled slightly, rippling the weak water nearby, and shook the waves.

A young Taoist priest with a crown of feathers and stars sits on the coffee table of Qingzhou. He picks up a piece of pastry and puts it in his mouth. It seems that there is a faint starlight all over his body, making his appearance hazy and unreal.

Qingyin looked at him dumbfounded, speechless.

The young Taoist priest ate the pastry, pinched a crystal clear spirit fruit, and smiled slightly: "Your pastry is too sweet, next time you can try to make something salty."