The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 18: Swords are born to be unsheathed

When Sword Xian Ensheng appeared, Master Yun and the other immortals stopped at the same place, standing between the cliffs and watching this side.

He is one of the most powerful cocoon breakers in the realm, and one of the juniors whom Qingshan Patriarch relies on the most.

But the former immortals did not move, not because of his pride and strength, but because of his identity.

He is the founder of the Ungraceful School.

Peng Lang is a disciple of no grace.

Peng Lang carried his sword as a shackle and bowed his head towards Ensheng.

Is this bowing to the Patriarch?

Seeing this scene, the feelings of the former immortals become even heavier.

A bow is not an expression of obedience, but a conviction.

This shows that even if he is facing the patriarch of his own sect, he will continue to walk up the mountain.

"After reading the book written by Jing Jiu, I realized that so many things have happened in the past few years. Tianshou Mountain can be revitalized, and you have contributed the most." Jianxian Ensheng said to Peng Lang, "I am very grateful. You also appreciate you very much, but Patriarch is kind to me, and kind to me without grace."

The origin of the ungracious door is that the heaven and the earth are ungracious to others, but people are kind.

"Of course, more importantly, I think the Patriarch's approach is correct." Ensheng said.

Peng Lang said seriously: "The disciple understands."

Ensheng said: "Come on."

Peng Lang said: "Please advise from the patriarch."

Ensheng gave a hum, turned around and walked away.

The black robes fluttered, and soon came a few miles away.

He unfastened his saber and threw it between the hard cliffs, then sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Peng Lang can't use a sword, so naturally he can't use a sword.

The wind blows the floating dust on the ground, hits the cliff, and then slowly floats back.

Peng Lang looked into the distance, sat down slowly, and then closed his eyes.

Countless sword intents rise majestic among the cliffs.

Master Yun and other immortals who were watching the battle not far away changed slightly and avoided the top of the mountain as quickly as possible.

Chen Ya looked at the countless sword intents between the sky and the earth, and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Behind him, the guys surrounding the tattered robot didn't feel like a serious injury at all, and they kept talking.

Shen Yunjian had long dispelled the idea of ​​detonating the nuclear-powered furnace and Chen Ya, and so did Tong Yan.

Same as Su Ziye's feeling when he watched Peng Lang flying into the solar system with the corpse dog.

They knew that Peng Lang was very strong, but they didn't think he was so strong.

"Who do you think can win?"

"Peng Lang is already at the end of the crossbow, and he is all cultivating Graceless Swordsmanship, I am afraid that this battle is a bit dangerous."

"Ensheng abandoned the sword, handsome! As expected of the guy I admire."

"Yes, now Peng Lang has a better chance of winning."

"What do they plan to do this time?"

"Didn't you see the sword intent everywhere between heaven and earth?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Whether it's Shen Yunbu or Queniang, even Yuanqu and Yushan exclaimed, and Tong Yan's eyebrows that had just faded thickened again, frowning extremely tightly.

Swordsmanship is cultivated to the realm of Ensheng and Penglang, so that it is not difficult to spread the sword intent between the world, but it is obviously not that simple at this moment. The stones between the cliffs, the things in the old human buildings covered with a thin layer of gray in the distance, and the sparse dry ice clouds in the sky are all changing with the sword intent.

Rolling rocks between the cliffs, aiming at the distance with a relatively sharp corner.

The dry ice cloud is drawn into filaments like sword strings.

The same is true for the installations in those human buildings.

They have seen similar images before and know what it means.

Yuanqu was shocked and said: "Why does that person have one thing?"

Su Ziye said weakly: "The extreme point of Qingshan Kendo is so flooded in this world?"

Shen Yunjian sneered: "He is a junior that the old guy admires very much. What does he teach in private? It's like Jing Jiu never taught him."

"Yes, Shishu taught Peng Lang in the Three Thousand Institute many years ago." Yushan nodded vigorously and said, "He must be able to do it."

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The founders and masters of the ungracious sect, actually want to use the Qingshan Sect's kendo skills to compete?

This sounds a little absurd, but thinking about the inexplicable relationship between the Wuen Sect and the Green Mountain Sect, it seems understandable.

Master Yun, Taoist Wuwen and other immortals fell on the edge of the cliff and looked into the distance with Chen Ya.

The sword intent that permeated the sky and the earth became more and more fierce, and even triggered the reaction of the sword formation in the solar system.

The dim light cast from the universe to Mars is refracted and distorted by the sword intent that seems to be the substance, and the distant sun and ancestor stars are gradually disappearing.

This is the culmination of Qingshan Kendo. When two extremely powerful sword immortals are displayed at the same time, how powerful will they be?

Be aware that the outer-fog galaxy, the battle between the West and General Li, directly destroyed the asteroid belt.

Looking at such a battle, the expressions of the immortals became more solemn.

Master Yun flicked the dust and scattered hundreds of white clouds, protecting the top of the mountain, actually covering Tong Yan and the others.

The giant sword in the arms of Taoist Wuwen suddenly hummed like a bell!

"No," he said solemnly.

Shen Yunbu's voice floated from behind the cliff: "It's over."

When it comes to the realm of Qingshan Kendo, he is definitely the highest among the people in the cliff.

His judgment will certainly not be wrong.

But the sky full of sword intent is still floating on the desolate surface of Mars, why is it over?

Gu Zuo stretched out his right hand, and Gu You stretched out his left hand. The hands of the two brothers formed a circle, aiming at a place invisible under the cliff.

A slightly fuzzy picture gradually emerged between the two hands.

Suddenly there was a cry of exclamation between the cliffs.

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Somewhere under the cliff.

According to the truth, it should be darker here, but it is extremely bright at the moment.

Because of the fire.

That is the blood that keeps burning.

Sword Xian Ensheng sat cross-legged, his mechanical arm fell tens of feet away, and golden blood kept gushing from the broken shoulder.

The golden blood starts to burn when it meets the thin space, and it also burns when it meets the gravel.

If it's just these fire lights, it probably can only illuminate the cliffs, but even the sky seems to be illuminated, it means there are more flames.

Peng Lang stood in front of Ensheng, raised his right hand flat, holding the sword in his hand, and pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

This is the first time he really has a sword today.

In the previous battle, his sword has been bound by the cyan light rope of Patriarch Qingshan. Why was he free at this time?

The cyan light rope was cut by him with that ordinary sword.

Cut off is no easy task, let alone the cyan light rope looped twice around his neck.

The cyan light rope broke, and he paid a great price for it.

It's the deep wound between the neck.

Golden blood gushes from the wound like a waterfall, forming a golden flame, illuminating the sky and the earth.

In the golden flames, Peng Lang's ordinary face was so sacred.

The ending of this sword fight is too tragic.

In fact, the beginning of this sword fight was very tragic.

When Jian Xian Ensheng used all things and one sword to turn the whole thing on Mars into his own sword.

Peng Lang didn't do anything, just turned his right hand upside down and slashed towards the cyan light cable.

——This action looks really like a suicide.

If he is a little careless, he may really die by his own sword.

He was seriously injured, but did not die, and he held his sword freely again, and then walked towards Ensheng.

Just like that year, when there was no grace to seal the mountain, all the teachers in the same school were in retreat, and only he was awake.

He held the sword and worked tirelessly and tirelessly to practice the Introductory Sword Sutra.

When Emperor Xiao came to the front of the temple with Qiuye, he held the sword and walked over, and then stabbed the famous swordman to death with a single sword.

Today, he also walked to Ensheng's body, and then slashed over with a sword, cutting off one of the arm of his founding ancestor.

"Unexpectedly, you could actually borrow my all things as a sword, cut yourself back, and successfully broke the ancestor's sword rope."

Ensheng looked at him and said, "I didn't expect that you, who seem to be peaceful, would have such a violent time at all costs."

Peng Lang explained in earnest: "In the Sanqianyuan back then, the real person told me that the mission of the sword is to unscath. Come on."

Many people in Chaotian Continent are guessing, and they have been guessing for many years. When Jing Jiu and Peng Lang stayed in the nunnery all night, what he taught this young man.

It turned out to be the essence of the sword.

The sword is to be unsheathed.

Otherwise, what is the difference between burning a stick?

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The blood gradually stopped.

The flames gradually dimmed.

Jian Xian Ensheng looked at this younger generation who had become calm again, even a little dull, and said with satisfaction: "You won."

He is pleased that the younger generation is stronger than himself, and he is more pleased that this younger generation uses his own original meaning of kendo.

Peng Lang is a disciple of no grace, and the true meaning of the kendo he created is naturally the kendo of no grace.

Not the kendo of the Green Mountain Sect.

Peng Lang didn't know how to answer this sentence.

Sword Fairy Ensheng went on to praise: "Amazing."

Peng Lang was a little embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject and asked: "Master, are you okay?"

Ensheng looked at him expressionlessly, and the mechanical arm on the ground in the distance raised his middle finger.

Peng Lang scratched his head.

Ensheng said: "Go."

Peng Lang answered honestly: "Okay."

Ensheng again ordered: "If you can't win, you will drop."

Peng Lang said seriously: "No way."

Ensheng was a little surprised, and asked: "With your ambition and ability, didn't you go to have a fight with the new queen in Chaotian Continent?"

Peng Lang said embarrassedly: "Thanks to Patriarch, that's family affair."

Not waiting for Ensheng to react, he turned around and stepped up into the air to the top of the mountain.

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There was a soft snap.

Peng Lang's feet landed on the ground.

Then, his body shook.

Whether it is making a sound on the ground or being unsteady, it shows that he is really going to lose it now.

The injuries of the other guys are not much lighter than him, even if Tong Yan can do something, what's the point?

Now Shenda Xianshi, He Xiangu and Jian Xianen are seriously injured. Counting the two severely injured by Tong Yan in front, there are at least eight immortals.

Looking at Peng Lang, who was about to lose his footing while holding a sword, the immortals showed respect in their eyes, and they didn't embrace him.

Not Her Majesty after all.

"This little friend, what if you stop? I just don't want you to sabotage the grand master plan. When the big event is over, I will save you and leave with your life."

Master Yun said gently.

Tong Yan looked at the fairy with a fluttering air and pale clothes, and asked: "Your Excellency, Master Yun?"

Master Yun smiled and said: "I didn't expect the juniors from Chaotian Continent to remember me."

Tong Yan said: "When the predecessors were cultivating in a secluded area outside Daze, I don't know how many evil floods were killed. The people still remember it."

Master Yun said with emotion: "Everything is going on."

Chen Ya suddenly said blankly: "I know you are wise and unparalleled and want to do something, but do you think we seniors will really be fooled by words?"

Tong Yan was silent upon hearing this, and patted the robot next to her.

Shen Yunmu furiously said: "They are all drunk by the old man, what can I do?"

Seeing that the defeat is irretrievable, people like Tong Yan and Shen Yunbu naturally have to think of some pirate methods.

Of course, the easiest is to provoke disputes between these former immortals.

"This..." Peng Lang said with some embarrassment: "I haven't finished playing yet."

Su Ziye took a breath and said, "Can you still fight?"

Peng Lang looked at Chen Ya and said: "You just attacked me, I want to fight back."

Chen Ya looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "You are indeed an out-of-world swordsman. Are you sure you want to die on this desolate planet?"

While speaking, he stretched his hand out of the cliff.

Quietly.

Two broken cyan light ropes broke through the air and got wrapped around his wrists.

At this time, everyone knew that this cyan light rope was a magic weapon refined by Master Qingshan. It was unexpectedly broken into two pieces and it could still be used.

Peng Lang's expression became more serious, and he raised his sword and said, "Please."

"They all use swords, let me do it."

Suddenly a voice rang on the cliff.

Wuwen Taoist holding the giant sword, staggered back from the edge of the cliff, and walked towards Peng Lang.

This innocent Taoist, like Master Yun, is a very famous ascender in Chaotian Continent, and his most famous deed is the sword slashing of Nanying.

Nanying is the bloodline of ancient divine beasts, although it is not as pure as the bloodline of Qilin and Canglong, it is not weaker in fierceness.

At that time, the southern warbler was rampant across the southern part of the sky, and countless humans in the Barbarians died tragically under its wings. No matter how Taoists heard of this, they flew away from Qiwu Mountain with their swords, and cut them with a single sword when the morning sun rose.

If you don't count the blue dragon that died in the hands of the Underworld Emperor, this Nanying is the last ancient beast that died in the hands of the monk.

He is absolutely qualified to fight Peng Lang.

The wind between the cliffs gradually floated with Wuwen Taoist's footsteps.

The gravel moves slightly.

The atmosphere of Mars is thin, and the wind is also extremely small. The wind and the sand being moved at this time all come from the sword intent he exudes.

A few steps away, without asking the Taoist person, he adjusted his sword intent to the peak.

At this time, he was still dozens of feet away from Peng Lang.

Just passing by Chen Ya.

The great sword suddenly fell.

Go towards Chen Ya!

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This sword is really amazing.

With countless celestial spirits.

With endless killing intent.

If Chen Ya was unprepared, he would definitely die by this sword.

There was a loud bang.

I don't know when Chen Ya has raised his right hand and turned it into a stone shield to block the giant sword.

Ka! A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the stone shield, and a crack appeared in Chen Ya's eyes!

The Taoist Wuwen remained silent, the immortal energy in his body was continuously poured into the huge sword held in both hands, and he kept attacking the stone shield.

There was another loud bang, and the stone shield suddenly shattered.

The Taoist Wuwen was shaken back, spouting a mouthful of immortal blood, and thrusting the huge sword into the ground with his backhand, stabilizing his figure.

Chen Ya suffered a lot more injuries than him. There were cracks everywhere on his face, like a spider web, looking extremely terrifying.

He stared at Wuwen Taoist and said, "Why are you killing me?"

This is the answer everyone present wants to know.

Tong Yan and Shen Yunbu didn't know. Their tactics of discriminating between them had no room for display. Why would the unquestioning Taoist suddenly turn back?

"Then why are you defending me?" Wuwen Taoist looked at Chen Ya and said blankly.

Yes, why did Chen Ya secretly guard him? Did you already know that he would attack yourself?

Chen Ya was silent for a moment and said: "Are you for Dan?"

"Not bad."

Wuwendao said with a blank face: "On that tattered pirate ship, I talked about traveling with him on Temple Star, just to test you."

Chen Ya was silent for a while, and said: "Sure enough."

The fairies have heard some problems from this conversation, and are very surprised.

Master Yun looked at Chen Ya and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Mr. Dan?"

"He should be dead."

Wuwendao smiled like crying, looked at the two black-clothed demon fairies and said, "Did you move your hands?"

Gu You was silent.

Gu Zuo said apologetically: "It was an accident. No one thought he would suddenly commit suicide, and we didn't want to do that."

The Taoist Wuwen shook his body slightly, and said with a sneer: "But he is still dead!"

"Who did you say died?"

The ground between the cliffs moved slightly, creating a crack, and Xiangu broke through the ground, staring at him and said.

Her face was pale, and apart from the injuries Peng Lang brought to her, there was also a shock caused by the news.

Master Yun and several other immortals were also extremely shocked, and asked one after another: "What's going on?"

The cultivator in the world-passing realm can live for more than a thousand years, not to mention the immortals who have ascended successfully~ IndoMTL.com~ As long as there is enough immortal energy in the universe, I am afraid that they can live for tens of thousands of years, although no one has survived yet. This is a long time, so they pay more attention to life and death than ordinary people.

In other words, they don't care about the life and death of ordinary people, but they value the life and death of immortals who are the same as themselves.

Just as the immortals were shocked and questioned, no one noticed that Tong Yan, who was leaning against the robot, suddenly closed her eyes.

He was reminiscing with his eyes closed.

The electronic repair shop at the Stargate base.

The **** Temple Star.

He even thought of the Internet cafe.

Mr. Dan's death certainly has something to do with him.

He opened his eyes and looked at Chen Ya, his eyes were calm and cold.

　　

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