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Jing Yue cares about Jing Tianjian very much.
This is a weapon that the young master personally refined for him, and it represents the young master's expectations for him, so he does not want to disappoint the young master.
After getting the Sedum Sword, he always brought the sword with him whether he was eating, drinking or going to the latrine.
He practiced sword in the lake, naked upper body, practicing the most primitive sword moves, stabbing.
He wants to cultivate his own sword intent.
A sword stabs out and can drive hundreds of miles across the lake.
Of course, this is the ideal state.
At the beginning, he stabbed the sword in the lake. Because of the resistance of the water, the sword lost the power to continue to charge and completely dissipated within five meters.
He was not discouraged.
Practice sword again and again.
Feel the change of the water flow, feel the deep feeling of the sedum sword tearing the water flow.
He comprehended the true meaning of the sword through every slight tremor of the water hitting the sword body.
The mind is born from the heart, and the sword is born from the heart.
As the young master said, with a sword to the extreme, it can cut mountains, split lakes, and cut sky...
He wants to give birth to his own sword intent and become the glory of a swordsman.
Under the city of Nanjin.
Jing Yue stepped out of the rain in a white shirt.
Sedum sword, one into five.
Suddenly thrust out.
The invisible misty sword energy tore apart, like a blue thunderbolt drawn from the gloomy sky.
It is also like a ray of warm sunlight tearing the paper film of the window and projecting it into the lifeless house, like a dead tree in spring.
boom!
Flesh flew everywhere.
Howling everywhere.
Five sword qi swept across, and the Nanman barbarians who kept shouting to kill died tragically among the sword qi.
Beads of sweat oozed from Jing Yue's forehead.
He held the sedum sword that was spinning at high speed.
Flicking a sword flower, the tip of the sword touched the ground, blasting a deep hole in the ground.
Tang Yimo, who was trapped by the bone spur, shrank his pupils and breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Yujing's people are here to help!
With the support of the world's number one cultivation force, his pressure will be much less.
The barbarians have become too weird, and various methods emerge in endlessly.
He has never seen that kind of weird method of making earth thorns grow on the ground.
Jing Yue wore a white robe and didn't back down. He was no longer the old Jing Paopang. Now, he was determined to be a swordsman.
A swordsman who goes forward bravely and kills millions of troops with one sword!
Under the gate of Nanjin City.
Taoist robes fluttered.
Xie Yunling slowly walked out from under the city.
Behind him, Daoge disciples followed, one after another Daoge disciples left Tiandang Mountain, and followed Xie Yunling one after another.
Looking at the corpses all over the ground, looking at the blood everywhere.
Many disciples in Dao Pavilion who had never seen the killing turned ugly.
However, more is fiery and resentful.
The barbaric enemy invaded, as a Da Zhou person, he could not shrink back and escape.
Although they are not court people.
However, Great Zhou is their world.
"Where are the Dao Pavilion disciples?"
Xie Yunling said lightly.
The sound was shocking and spread throughout the battlefield.
"exist!"
Dao Pavilion disciples in Taoist robes, enduring the discomfort of blood all over the floor, should drink and sit cross-legged on the ground.
Xie Yunling's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and he sat on the ground.
He made seals with both hands, and spiritual energy flowed out of his body, permeating between the heaven and the earth, as if merging with the rain.
far away.
The men in black robes guarded by the barbarians noticed these Taoists in Taoist robes.
They raised the withered sticks in their hands.
It hit the ground hard.
Boom...
It seems that there are invisible fluctuations spreading from the earth, spreading, spreading...
The ground seemed to have turned into a blanket, shaking constantly.
Boom boom boom!
The soil thorns lurked like earth dragons one by one, burrowing towards many Taoists in the Dao Pavilion.
"Array."
Xie Yunling glanced at the undulating earth and said.
The next moment, the fingers of both hands were crossed and stacked, turned into a mark and pushed out.
The Dao Pavilion disciples sitting in various directions stood up one after another, stepping on star steps, releasing a wisp of Qi Dan.
With Xie Yunling as the center, a white light appeared all around.
The rain all over the sky seemed to be frozen.
It turned into ice arrows and sprinkled down from the sky, crucifying the barbarians one by one, and the blood filled the earth.
The soldiers of Nanjun were covered in blood and panting.
But they are no longer afraid.
Wielding their swords one by one, they roared loudly and rushed over again.
Behind them is the homeland. Once they retreat, the homeland will be trampled by the barbarians.
Even if they die, they will fight to kill an enemy with flesh and blood!
As long as one more barbarian is killed, Nanjun will be safe.
The undulating earth thorns in the ground, like an earth dragon screaming, rushed out, and the sharp thorns stabbed towards the disciples of the Dao Pavilion.
He stabbed towards Xie Yunling who was the first to bear the brunt.
To penetrate Xie Yunling's eyebrows and make him bleed.
but…
The imprint in Xie Yunling's hand changed again.
Taoism becomes natural.
A wind blew and turned into a wind barrier, blocking the Dao Pavilion disciples.
Boom boom boom!
The soil thorn hit the wind barrier and exploded directly, making it impossible to move any further.
Xie Yunling's Taoist robe fluttered, and his gray temples fluttered.
He looked at the men in black robes.
You have your tricks, I have my way.
It depends on who is stronger!
There was the sound of fine footsteps resounding.
On the towers of Nanjin City, there were figures in green clothes running out with sword boxes on their backs.
As they ran, these people in green shirts burst into clanging sounds one after another, and swords came out of their sword boxes, tearing apart the night sky like silver lights.
"Jiange Zhongnanshan, join the battle!"
A hoarse voice resounded.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu stands at the top of the city, with two swords on his back, one "Chaoju" and the other "Bitao".
Jiange swordsmen moved one after another.
Jing Yue held the Sedum Sword and looked back, with a complex look on his face.
There is gratification and joy.
Although he doesn't have a strong sense of belonging to Jiange.
But, at this moment... He still feels very happy.
In the soil thorn cage.
Tang Yimo roared, his whole body was on fire, his skin turned red, his forehead and neck were densely covered with blue veins.
He was like a mad beast.
He clenched his fist and kept bombarding the soil thorns.
Every bombardment would shatter the soil thorns, and he didn't know how many punches he swung.
The flesh and blood on his hands seemed to be bloody from the bombardment!
From time to time, soil thorns appeared on the ground, trying to assassinate Tang Yimo, but Tang Yimo violently smashed them to pieces.
"Break it!"
Tang Yimo roared angrily.
He bumped into the soil spike with his body.
The dark devilish energy continuously permeated from his body.
Although with the help of Jing Yue and Daoge Jiange, Tang Yimo is still unwilling.
Tang Xiansheng asked him to take over the affairs of Nanjun. At the beginning, Tang Yimo just wanted to let his mother and younger sister Tang Guo live well and carefree.
And now.
He gradually discovered...
His protection is not limited to his mother and sister.
That is his little home.
However, there is another person in the heart that needs to be protected, and this person is Nanjun.
"Tang Xiansheng... you bastard!"
Tang Yimo's eyes became redder the more he punched, he cursed.
next moment.
Tang Yimo let out a roar.
His hair stood on end, as if a wave of tyrannical energy broke through the shackles in his body.
Boom!
The violent beating of the heart, like a plucked string, shook the entire battlefield.
Second pulse... open.
In the soil thorn cage.
The clothes on Tang Yimo's upper body exploded, burly muscles emerged, and every blood vessel in his body appeared on the surface of his body, fleeing away like a swimming snake.
Eight veins Dunjia, the second vein.
Tang Yimo's eyes became sharp, and at this moment he felt as if he had the power to subvert the earth.
"Body possession?"
Holding the Sedum Sword, Jing Yue was startled.
Xie Yunling and Sword Saint Hua Dongliu also looked over.
In the soil thorn cage.
Tang Yimo's hair was flying upside down. He raised his hand and stroked the soil thorn.
Clenched slightly.
Boom!
The soil thorn was directly crushed by him.
Amidst the shattered earth, Tang Yimo's body suddenly shot out, turning into a black shadow that was almost hard to catch with the naked eye!
"So fast!"
Jing Yue took a deep breath.
Xie Yunling and Sword Master Hua Dongliu were also staring at each other.
This is... Body Tibetan Realm? !
But see, the wind and the waves are rolling.
Tang Yimo's figure appeared beside those men in black robes.
The barbarians, who don't know what death is, attacked frantically.
In Tang Yimo's eyes, the movements of these people became extremely slow.
He made a move, and his figure flashed like black lightning in an instant.
These barbarians burst into pieces one after another.
Tang Yimo jumped up, falling like a shell.
The ground was stamped out by his footprints.
People in black robes began to chant, and soil thorns grew.
However, the growing soil thorns could not keep up with Tang Yimo's speed.
Tang Yimo approached a man in black robe, and smashed his elbow on the head.
The man in black robe was fragile and shattered, even more fragile than the barbarian warrior.
In an instant, all the men in black robes were bombarded and killed by Tang Yimo.
Dead bodies were left all over the place.
The blood vessels on Tang Yimo's body protruded, flowing ferociously, and the suppressed breath made people's heart palpitate.
All the men in black robes died.
but…
Tang Yimo didn't feel relaxed, but felt extremely depressed.
He raised his head, and his eyes seemed to see through the dense forest.
Deep in the jungle.
There was a burly figure with his back facing the direction of Nanjun.
At this moment, he seemed to sense Tang Yimo's gaze, and turned his head slowly.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Thick fog is still shrouded in the Baiyujing Pavilion.
With his white shirt fluttering, Lu Fan looked at the huge source that was silent in Beiluo Lake.
In the original source, the energy of the five attributes is constantly circulating.
Lu Fan stretched out his hand, and dropped wisps of spiritual energy into the source, making the attribute power in the source stronger.
"It's still a little bit worse..."
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, looked at Yuanyuan, and took a sip of warm green plum wine.
His fingers tapped lightly on Feng Ling's guard.
The lines in the pupils danced, seeing the battles everywhere, and the brows were very calm.
How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain, how can you grow without fighting
To create a world is not only about the growth of the world, but also the growth of the people in the world.
And if you want to become stronger, you can only let them go through battles and tribulations.
Just like the overlord, he can only enter the body under heavy pressure.
Another example is Tang Yimo, who knows how to guard in his heart, and only then can he open up the second vein.
Lu Fan didn't wipe out all the invading homeless, although he could do it, but... this world needs pressure and growth.
Lu Fan stopped watching the battles in various places.
He restrained himself.
Concentrate on the final transformation of the origin of the world.
Once the makeover is complete...
It is the time when this world transforms, and it is the time when the storm of spiritual energy recovery sweeps across the earth.
…
North County.
Outside the Tianhan Pass.
Heavy snow fell, but the heavy snow all over the ground was soaked in blood.
The Beijun army rushed outside the pass frantically.
Wearing cold armor, Tan Taixuan rushed into the army of the Rong people with a spear in his hand. He kept killing the Rong people. Warm blood splashed on his face. , then continue to kill the enemy.
The military generals of Beijun also charged wildly. They have resisted soldiers for generations, and their close relatives have all died at the hands of soldiers, so they will not back down.
They would rather laugh and talk about drinking the blood of Xirong!
The letter is closed.
Mo Beike was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, and Mo Ju was also wearing a crane cloak. The two looked at the fighting army below with extremely complicated emotions.
"In this battle... all the cultivators cultivated by Beijun in three months' hard work may all be ruined."
"does it worth?"
Mo Ju said.
Mo Beike coughed, looked at Tantaixuan who was rushing to kill in the battlefield, and smiled.
"Nothing is worth it or not. If the prefect thinks it's worth it, then it's worth it."
"Actually, this old man is quite surprised. Tantaixuan has been defeated many times since the battle. The Battle of Beiluo, the Battle of Wolongling, and the Battle of Imperial Capital... Almost all of them were defeated. Bravery, there is no destiny for immortality, but all thoughts are not lost."
"Originally, the old man chose Tantai Xuan just because of his Beijun army and the Tantai family behind him."
"But now... the old man is looking at Tantaixuan."
Mo Beike said slowly.
Heavy snow fell and drifted past Mo Ju's eyes.
Mo Ju stretched out his hand, and a snow petal fell into his hand, turning into ice crystals.
"It's true... this person does not have the bravery of Bawang, the scheming of Tang Xiansheng, and the secretiveness of Lu Pingan. He is even... a little silly, but... it's good."
Mo Ju laughed.
Mo Beike couldn't help laughing too.
…
In the army of Xirong.
Standing on the chariot, King Xirong frowned slightly as he looked at Tantaixuan who was rushing to kill in the battlefield.
"This person... is the Beijun prefect, Tantaixuan?"
"It's a man."
King Xirong's expression was complicated, and he sighed with emotion.
In the past, he also worked so hard to resist the enemy, and he also took the lead, using his body to fight a bloody path.
pity…
In the North County of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were no great practitioners.
"Go."
King Xirong waved lightly.
Then there were a few dull and ruthless burly Xirong warriors, riding on steeds, galloping out at high speed, heading straight for Taixuan.
The sound of horseshoes burst.
The white snow all over the ground was blown up.
The numb Xirong warriors rushed forward, and a strange force erupted from their bodies.
Tantaixuan who was killing the enemy suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
But I saw a few strange Xirong warriors coming.
Beside Tantaixuan, a cultivator from Beijun with aura in his body rushed out.
Fight with these Xirong warriors.
The cultivator's weapons slashed at the bodies of these Xirong warriors, but the Xirong warriors didn't even make a sound.
The weapon in hand continued to wave.
Kill the practitioners of Beijun.
Tantai Xuan's eyes were about to burst.
The practitioners around were also shocked.
"Prefect, go!"
They discovered that the target of these strange soldiers was Tantaixuan, so they roared loudly and rushed forward one after another, blocking Tantaixuan's body and covering Tantaixuan's retreat.
Looking at the dead Beijun cultivators, Tantaixuan's heart was bleeding.
The city gate is closed.
Mo Beike and Mo Ju frowned.
In the distance, an attendant came quickly and respectfully, took a letter and handed it to Mo Beike.
After Mo Beike unfolded it, he glanced at it, and the old man's face was filled with ditches, and he couldn't help laughing.
The wind and snow blow.
Tianhan closed the city gate and opened it.
The hooves neighed.
A suit of silver armor gleamed under the brilliance.
Riding on a steed, Jiang Li swooped out with a silver spear in his hand.
at the same time.
Buzhou Peak, Longmen Secret Realm.
Luo Cheng was dressed in armor, and walked out with Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang carrying baskets.
Haven't reached the dragon's gate yet.
Then they heard the sound of the flute.
Everyone was startled, but they saw a girl with closed eyes sitting upright at Longmen Gate, holding a flute and playing.
Luo Cheng cupped his hands towards the girl, while Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang watched curiously.
The girl stopped playing the flute.
The long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"You have the breath of your father, go over... I won't stop you."
The girl said.
Her voice is very nice.
Luo Cheng was very curious about who the Abba was in the girl's mouth.
They have the breath of a young father
They came from Beiluo Lake Central Island, could it be that the girl's father is...
Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang were innocent and didn't think too much.
Luo Cheng, however, thought carefully and was terrified...
He seemed to... discovered some big secret? !
Luo Cheng took Nie Shuang and Bai Qingniao down Buzhou Peak.
Zhulong took the flute again, and the sound of the flute resounded throughout the empty dragon gate.
suddenly.
The sound of the flute stopped suddenly.
"They can go there, you... can't."
With her eyes closed, Zhulong looked at the other end of the iron chain.
After a long silence, he spoke calmly.
(end of this chapter)