Zhao Layue stretched out her right hand.
Jing Jiu stretched out his left hand.
hold.
Wind blows.
The flying sword pierced through the air.
A hole appeared in the cloud and mist, and then gradually closed.
A faint red line remained in the air, exuding a faint smell of blood.
The two didn't say goodbye to everyone, and they didn't even say a word to Xi Wangsun, which seemed a bit rude. It's just that too many things happened today, and the shock in people's hearts has not subsided, and they can't think of going here at all. For those who occasionally think of it, it seems that only this kind of style is in line with the impression left by the girl from Shenmo Peak.
Looking at the red line gradually disappearing in the sea breeze, Xiang Wanshu murmured, "Could this be the Firth sword left by the real person?"
When he said this, he was a little emotional, with an expression of admiration and yearning on his clean face.
There are more genius disciples in the Zhongzhou School, and he is just one of them, and he knows that the number of geniuses in the world is hard to count.
What kind of character can be called a real genius? Only time will tell.
Countless former geniuses disappeared from the crowd because they were blocked by a practice pass until they disappeared. There are too many such things happening in the practice world.
For hundreds of years, who is the real peerless genius? Of course it was the one who went the farthest.
For thousands of years, there has only been one ascendant in Chaotian Continent, and that is Jingyang.
The more genius Xiang Wanshu is, the more he knows how great Jing Jing is.
Every time it was mentioned that Zhao Layue had inherited the inheritance of the real Jingyang, not to mention him, even his senior brother Tong Yan was a little envious.
At this time, the young monk from Guocheng Temple came to the old monk, pointed at his mouth, and yelled twice, looking a little anxious.
Some people found it strange, thinking that this man might be a dumb man. The ascetic who was familiar with Guocheng Temple had already guessed that the young monk was practicing closed mantra.
The young monk was asking: Those two Qingshan Taoist friends have left, should I still practice closed mantra
The old monk said, "It's all right."
The young monk was relieved, looked at the red line in the sky that was about to disappear, and said a word loudly.
His voice was very resonant, like the evening bell of an ancient temple, resounding through Yuntai.
"Come here when you are happy, and return when you are exhausted. Sure enough, the demeanor of the fairy family..."
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"Immortal demeanor? I'm afraid it's the means of the devil, and the mainland is about to usher in another disaster..."
Standing in Haizhou City, watching the sword light and the clear light brought out by the magic weapon scattered towards the sky, Shi Fengchen said something expressionless.
The subordinates didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, thinking that today's arrest of the murderer actually caught the big man of Qingshan sect, Qing Tiansi was really ashamed, my lord, no matter how much you say such things, it doesn't make much sense, could it be that this will make the world Do the people think that Master Qingshan is a devil
Shi Fengchen did not explain. He said this because in his opinion, Zhao Layue was very similar to a certain big shot in the practice world many years ago.
That big guy has also traveled around the world, advocating killing to stop evil, and the people who died under his sword are probably more than those killed by Lian Sanyue.
But in the end, that big thing fell into the devil's way and became the biggest scourge in the practice world.
This matter is a real secret, basically no one in the cultivation world knows about it, even not many people inside the Green Mountain Sect know about it.
It was a coincidence that he learned this secret from the former head of the Qingtian Division.
He has already made up his mind that after returning to Chaoge City, he will use all his connections and resources in the first half of his life to fight for the chance to enter the palace to face the saint.
If he could see Tianyan, he must find a way to make His Majesty associate Zhao Layue with that disaster back then.
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Qingshan has nine peaks, Shangde Peak is the coldest, Yunxing Peak is the most dangerous, Shenmo Peak is the loneliest, and Tianguang Peak is the highest.
In the early spring, everything recovers, and the trees on Tianguang Peak are already lush and lush. Looking around, there is a pleasing greenery, which is very eye-catching.
A tall figure stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at such a scenery, the aura exuded was a bit harsh.
"He's actually still alive, and he's looking for you?"
The object of his speech is not a person, but a long-haired white cat.
The white ghost, one of the four guardians, left Bihu Peak for unknown reasons and came here today.
There is a stele on the top of Tianguang Peak, which is carried by a stone turtle.
The stone tortoise is very big, with a radius of ten feet.
The white ghost crouched on top of the stone turtle, looking a little small in comparison.
It ignored the man's words, kept licking its fur, and then washed its face very seriously.
——The words to be passed on have already been brought. As for why you two deliberately pretend not to know each other, it is none of my business.
White ghosts are very curious about many things, and there is a proverb in Qingshan that says this.
The problem is another proverb, which remembers better - curiosity killed the cat.
"I didn't arrange this matter, but I know about it and support it. Qingshan cultivates the sword, and then he must produce the sword, and Liangwangfeng exists because of this. The blood of the younger generation cannot be cooled because of us. I know he is What are you worried about, but I believe that one generation is better than the next, and what the master and he can't do, it's not likely that today's children can't do it either."
The white ghost didn't stop washing his face, but his eyes fell on the figure through the lightning-like waving front paws.
Looking at the opponent's back, it felt a strong urge, should we try to sneak attack
Just like that night at Bihu Peak two years ago, this temptation was too strong.
In the end, the white ghost gave up this idea, because it knew that it couldn't beat the opponent.
This made the white ghost a little annoyed, he stopped washing his face, and stretched out his claws to scratch the top of the stone turtle's head.
As the guardian of Qingshan, its strength is terrifying, and its sharp claws are countless times stronger than most flying swords.
At the top of Bihu Peak, it scratched its claws and sent Jing Jiu flying hundreds of meters away into the lake, causing him to suffer from injuries for half a year.
It obviously has no strength left in this scratch, wouldn't the stone turtle be broken into powder directly
Such a picture did not happen.
The stone tortoise was not broken, nor cracked, nor traced, not even a white mark.
An ancient and leisurely breath appeared on the top of the cliff.
Shi Gui slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he didn't know what happened.
It turned out to be a living thing.
The man turned around, tall and tall, with calm and peaceful eyes, and an unfathomable aura, he was the head of Qingshan.
"How did Yuan Gui offend you? He slept soundly, but you insist on waking him up."
The white ghost can open mountains and break lakes with one claw, and make Shenmo Peak listen to the well cough for half a year, but now it can only wake up the stone turtle.
But it's not awkward.
As a companion who has lived together in Qingshan for thousands of years, the white ghost certainly knows that the other party is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so he won't get hurt at all.
Because the opponent is also the guard of Qingshan—Yuangui.
"You're not embarrassed, but I, the head of Qingshan, don't even have a sword, isn't it a bit embarrassing?"
The leader looked at the stone tablet carried by Shi Gui, and said: "Anyway, he is coming back, if you really want to stop this, you can exchange it for one."
The stele was very wide, straight and large, like a hill that had been cut open by someone. The surface was extremely smooth, without any words.
A sword is inserted at the highest point of the stele, just like a small scorpion pierced on the top of a girl's head.
Could it be the legendary Chengtian Sword
But if you look carefully, you can find that the sword... has no hilt, and is empty in the middle.
The Chengtian Sword is actually not a sword, but a scabbard!
A scabbard is actually named Chengtian, so what kind of sword was once held in it
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(It will be on the shelves tomorrow, and I am thinking about whether to write a testimonial, well, I will still write a few, very simple sentences, and send it out on time when it goes on the shelves at twelve o'clock, but the first chapter of VI will still be tomorrow afternoon It’s two o’clock, everyone doesn’t have to wait at night, spread your hands, now you’ve really become an old fritter, but fortunately, you still have a strong sense of freshness and desire for writing books, especially Dao Chaotian, ah, my desire for it Very fresh and refined...)