Guanjian enters the nine realms, this is a sentence that can shock everyone's jaws.
Luo Heshan unsheathed his long sword and spoke bold words, but the four powerful men present did not have the slightest doubt.
With this sword, the old man with a broken leg in front of him has been warming up since he started practicing swordsmanship.
The lineage of Luohe Mountain originally followed the path of swordsmanship, and existed as the guardian of Qingzhou.
The natal sword can only be unsheathed ten times in a lifetime. On weekdays, it is not only the natal sword that is warmed, but also the ten sword energies in the scabbard.
His whole life is for this sword!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the back of the old man with a broken leg and bowed again.
The dignified sword master had a solemn look in his eyes.
This sword will also be a blessing to him!
Of the first nine swords in Luohe Mountain so far, middle-aged Confucian scholars have only seen two swords.
Under what circumstances he used the other swords, only the old man himself knows.
Among them, the one that left a deep impression on the middle-aged Confucian scholar was the ninth sword.
That day, the Eye of Chaos fluctuated violently, causing the Endless Sea to dislike the Endless Waves.
They are said to be waves, but these huge waves are like one tsunami after another to the border of Qingzhou.
At that time, Ji Changkong and the middle-aged Confucian scholar were both present.
Ji Changkong's move [Equality for all beings] finally reached the state of great success when facing the tsunami.
With one strike of the sword, the first wave of tsunami was directly cut down. Everything above the sword energy was cut down and annihilated in the world.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood behind his junior brother and also slashed out a sword, scattering the three waves behind him.
As for the rest, they were all killed by Luo Heshan's ninth sword.
The power of a sword brings peace and tranquility.
The entire sea surface is as smooth as a mirror.
After this incident, the two brothers from the Black Bamboo Forest lineage had some exchanges.
The first thing Ji Changkong was angry about was why he could only destroy one layer of waves, but his senior brother could destroy three layers
I, Ji Changkong, am only weak to the Sword Lord!
It doesn’t make sense!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar racked his brains and came up with a conclusion.
"Because junior brother completely annihilated the waves and dissipated them into the world, while I only dispersed the three layers of waves behind me."
Ji Changkong expressed satisfaction with this conclusion.
Well, that's right.
After discussing this point, Ji Changkong began to comment on Luo Heshan's Ninth Sword.
"Senior brother, I couldn't catch Old Man Luo's sword just now," Ji Changkong said.
After saying that, the old naughty boy squinted his eyes, hunched his back, and finally said honestly: "It's not that I can't catch it, but if I face that sword, I will definitely die!"
He knew very well how terrifying this ninth sword was, and it would not be easy to kill him in the eighth realm.
With one sword strike, even if he tried his best, he would only die a little slower...
I, Ji Changkong, have been in the world all my life, a descendant of the majestic Black Bamboo Forest lineage, a swordsman in the eighth level, and the second among the four great swords in Qingzhou.
With a sword like this, I can hold on for half a breath longer!
After giving his evaluation, Ji Changkong glanced at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, his eyes seemed to say: "It's your turn to speak."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar met his junior brother's burning gaze, coughed slightly, and said: "If junior brother can't catch it, then I can't catch it either."
"Huh, that's natural." Ji Changkong said.
After discussing this, Ji Changkong looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know what it will be like when this old man cuts out the tenth sword?"
And this tenth sword is today!
The natal sword in Luo Heshan's hand made a series of sword sounds.
He has been cultivating this sword energy and intention all his life.
The loud sound of the sword even covered up the roar of the Nine Realm Dragon King.
The giant dragon in the ninth realm flew forward. Wherever it went, the sea water was frozen and snow fell in the air.
Both the momentum and power have reached their peak.
The terrifying coercion of the ninth realm rushed towards him, and the front and back of him seemed to be two worlds.
If the sudden appearance of the four powerful men had made it a little afraid, when Luo Heshan pulled out the natal sword, uneasiness and fear actually grew in its heart.
This sword is now full of fighting spirit, but its aura is restrained.
But it happened to make it feel instinctively uneasy.
Luo Heshan glanced at the giant dragon that was still a long way away from him.
In front of the giant dragon, this old cripple was so insignificant.
The long sword in his hand is not even as good as the dragon tooth of the Nine Realm Dragon King.
The sword in Luo Heshan's hand suddenly moved.
"You have to remember the sour scholar!" Luo Heshan said again.
The Luohe Mountain lineage has been passed down to this day, and his realm is not the highest. He and his masters and ancestors are at a similar realm, almost all of them are at this level.
But his passion is the strongest.
His sword is also the sharpest!
The old man with a broken leg disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, a golden light suddenly exploded in the air!
The Nine Realm Dragon King's three eyes dilated in an instant, and it had no time to think.
In other words, the last sword of life struck by the old man in front of it, who was like an ant in its eyes, was beyond its understanding.
The long sword instantly penetrated into the Dragon King's head.
The grumpy old man with a broken leg had a sharp look in his eyes and said: "Having caused trouble in Qingzhou, have you fucking asked me if I have a sword!?"
This giant dragon seemed to have only been stabbed by a long sword, but in fact, every part of its body had been destroyed by the sword energy.
Certain death!
How pleasant it is to cut through nine realms with one sword!
However, Luo Heshan still felt not satisfied enough.
Not enough, not fun enough!
This sword contains the meaning of his life.
How can such an ordinary ninth realm be enough
It is true that even if he does not take action, if the four powerful men join forces to deal with this dragon king, they should be able to win miserably at a certain price.
However, this is not cost-effective.
Luo Heshan only has one sword, and he only has one sword that can kill the strange beasts in the ninth realm.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar is by far the most promising swordsman in the entire Tianxuan world to enter the ninth realm.
A sword in the ninth realm and a sword cultivator in the ninth realm, naturally the latter is more precious.
The last sword of his life was to open the way for middle-aged Confucian scholars!
I will give him a fortune and carve out a path to the ninth realm for him!
This avenue that has been dark for thousands of years should have a ray of light.
What's more, with different paths leading to the same destination, whether it's a Saint Master, an Arhat, or the Yinsi, they can also gain their own insights under this most powerful sword.
Although they are not swordsmen, their experience is definitely not as good as that of middle-aged Confucian scholars, but their personal strength can definitely be improved.
However, the grumpy old man with a broken leg was still not satisfied.
Still don't feel happy enough.
Still not enough! Still not enough!
What's more, how could his last sword in life be just like this
The old man looked up to the sky and screamed, then his wrist suddenly shook.
The next moment, the sword energy accumulated in the Dragon King's body exploded instantly.
This hundred-meter-long giant dragon exploded from head to tail in an instant.
Luo Heshan shouted loudly, holding the sword in one hand, then suddenly raised the sword and drew it toward the sky!
The dazzling golden light headed towards the sky of Qingzhou, and the sword energy began to spread forward.
forward! forward! forward!
One breath can make a hundred miles, ten breaths can make a thousand miles!
The sea of clouds over Qingzhou was instantly split open by the aftermath of the sword, creating a terrifying scene of cloudless, cloudless, and cloudless.
He wanted this sword energy to penetrate the entire sky above Qingzhou.
He wanted all the sword cultivators in Qingzhou to see this sword.
One sword can reach thousands of miles!
"Little Yangshu, what do you think of Grandpa's sword!" Luo Heshan murmured to himself.
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Qingzhou, Jianzong.
Yu Yue came out of [Sword Prison]. He was exhausted and bruised all over his body.
But fortunately, I have successfully reached the level of a great practitioner, and I can make more breakthroughs just by retreating.
His number one fan, Chen Xiao, was already waiting outside the [Sword Prison].
When he saw Senior Brother Yu Yue successfully breaking through the Sword Prison, he immediately came up to congratulate him and reached out to help him.
Yu Yue waved her hand to refuse and said, "Junior brother Chen, I'm fine."
Then, he asked: "During the time I was in [Sword Prison], was there any news about Senior Brother Lu?"
Chen Xiao heard this and said: "Senior Brother Yu Yue, you don't know that what Master Lu has done during this period of time is truly wonderful."
When he was about to elaborate, he and Yu Yue looked up in shock.
A golden beam of light suddenly passed over Jian Zong and scattered all the sea of clouds in the sky.
It stands to reason that such a golden beam of light, so scary, and so sudden, would make people wonder what it is and make them fearful.
But sword cultivators don't know how to do it.
Sword cultivators can tell with just one glance that this is a sword energy.
There is only awe in their hearts.
"Who on earth slashed this sword energy? It was... so earth-shattering!" Chen Xiao couldn't help but say something, and then glanced at Yu Yue.
I saw Yu Yue's pupils trembling slightly, her eyes revealing infinite yearning and infinite respect.
This sword will benefit him for life!
Chen Xiao's talent is naturally not as good as that of Yu Yue, who has a flawless sword body, but as a true successor of the Sword Sect, he can see a lot from this sword.
And the more you think about this sword, the more terrifying it becomes!
The awe in my heart will be even greater.
After the light beam in the sky dissipated and left the Sword Sect area, Yu Yue looked at the direction in which the sword light went, bowed and said, "Yu Yue, thank you, senior, for your guidance!"
Chen Xiao immediately followed suit, bowed and said loudly: "Chen Xiao, thank you for your guidance, senior!"
In fact, at this moment, everyone in Jianzong would think of such a voice from time to time.
However, some of the people who spoke out may be outer disciples, some may be true disciples, and some may be deacons, elders, or even... Sword Sect Master Li Suifeng!
Looking at this sword, Li Suifeng instantly guessed whose hand it was from.
This sword made even him in the eighth realm feel full of emotions.
He bent down and bowed, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Xie Luo, protect Qingzhou and protect Tianxuan!"
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The sword light continued to move forward, and wherever it went, everyone looked up at the sky.
At this moment, a child was swinging a sword in the mountains.
After swinging the sword a thousand times, the child immediately cried from exhaustion.
This tiger-headed little boy was very self-conscious. His master asked him to swing the sword five hundred times with each hand. Even if there was no one to supervise him, he did not slack off at all.
But he felt aggrieved, his eyes were red and red, and he felt so tired that his hands were about to break.
If his young body hadn't already used marrow-cleansing grass, it would be considered a Dao body, otherwise it would be really unbearable.
The tough-headed child sniffed, sat down under the big tree, and shed tears silently.
Perhaps out of anger, the child suddenly lost his temper and kicked the small wooden sword that was right next to him away from him.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Practice swordsmanship! I, I, I don’t want to practice swordsmanship! I want to eat the braised pork made by grandma, wuuuuuuu!”
The little boy wiped his tears and sniffed, then suddenly looked up at the sky.
The sword light in the sky was so dazzling that the little boy opened his mouth wide in shock, with mucus almost flowing into his mouth.
When the sword light faded away, the little boy stood up and trotted to pick up the small wooden sword that he had kicked away.
He looked up at the sword light, and then at the small wooden sword in his hand.
No matter what shocking words a child could say, he just clenched his wooden sword and said:
"Wow~"
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Qingzhou, Momen.
Young Yang Shugang left the small courtyard where Lu Chaoge lived and walked towards his familiar bamboo house.
It has been many years since he left Momen, and the bamboo house he lived in has been empty for many years.
But where is my own house, how can I forget it
The night at Momen Danqing Peak is so peaceful, and the feeling of going home is so warm.
There is a headmaster here who is arrogant and easily impatient.
He has a master and senior brothers and sisters who care about him.
Now I have a cute little junior sister.
Home is always the place where people feel most at ease, but Yang Shu has a little discomfort.
He was already used to being next to the irritable old man with a broken leg, used to his curses, and used to him raising his hand to slap his head hard.
The young Yang Shu also felt uncomfortable at night and felt wronged.
But now I recalled it, and then I took a look at the comfortable and comfortable straw sandals on my feet, and a faint smile appeared on that delicate face.
But not long after walking, he suddenly stopped and then looked up at the sky.
In an instant, his mind was shaken.
For some reason, he recognized the sword at a glance.
"grandfather!"
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One person, ten people, a hundred people... countless people.
This night is destined to be a sleepless night.
All the sword cultivators and players in Qingzhou, as long as conditions allowed, saw the sword light passing through the air.
One sword kills the dragon, roaring for thousands of miles.
Everyone has their own talents, their own experiences, and their own inheritance.
This caused everyone to have different perceptions when looking at this sword.
Some people may have a lot of enlightenment and benefit from it throughout their lives.
Some people may have little understanding and are shocked.
But no matter what, a hundred years from now, even a thousand years, or even longer, there will be people who remember this sword, and there will be people who will continue to discuss this sword!
The border of Qingzhou, above the endless sea.
The old man with a broken leg had shouted loudly before a sword flashed across Qingzhou, and his voice was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the heaven and earth.
This sentence is the [meaning] that the old man with a broken leg has saved his whole life.
"This sword is given to all sword cultivators in Qingzhou, and you all will realize it together!"
Kill a giant dragon from the Ninth Realm
not enough!
Pointing to the four powerful men of Tianxuan
not enough!
I want all the sword cultivators in Qingzhou to see this sword strike!
He revealed his most powerful sword and all his sword skills to everyone.
What you want is this pleasure!
From now on, I will be the sword cultivator of all the younger generations in Qingzhou...
—[Master of One Sword]!
The white-haired old man with a broken leg looked down at the endless sea and sheathed his sword. The long sword cracked and the scabbard was broken. Only one sentence echoed over the sea.
"Have fun."
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