The Path Toward Heaven

Many things do not need to be shouted everywhere to be known, such as Bai Zao's affection for Jing Jiu, such as the victory of this Qingshan sword fight.

Before breaking the tree, Zhuo Rusui raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and looked at Jing Jiuyan with strange eyes.

At that moment, Jing Jiu could easily kill him, and the outcome was naturally divided.

The legendary inborn invisible sword body is really so powerful, can it actually ignore the gap between the realms?

"If Brother Zhuo didn't let you, how could you have the chance to hurt him by sneak attack?"

There was a cold voice in the night sky.

Everyone was slightly alarmed, thinking about the previous picture, and found that this statement made sense.

The battles between practitioners rarely stand as close as Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui before-Zhuo Rusui is the first realm of Yuye, and only needs to open the distance and crush with the realm. No matter how high, Jianyuan no matter how full, no matter the invisible sword body, there is no chance.

At the beginning, He Zhan told Tong Yan that Zhuo Rusui was letting Jing Jiu. This was the reason.

People were even more surprised that the voice came from everyone in Qingshan.

The man didn't control his volume so that everyone could hear it, apparently intentionally.

Jing Jiu looked up at the night sky, remembering that the disciple was called Jian Ruyun, and the two forgotten peaks were coming.

For some reason, Jian Ruyun was always vigilant to Liu Shisui, and did not give up his recourse to the Zuo Yi case. As a result, his own brother, Jian Ruoshan's life was buried.

After that incident, he hated Shen Mofeng and Liu Shisui even more. How could he watch Jing Jiu leave, and speak out the truth directly.

Jing Jiu walked back to the iron sword and reached out to pull the sword from the ground and threw it towards the night sky.

The seemingly random movement, just waving the sleeves, but there was a strong wind in the valley.

A sword light, breaking through the sky, pointed directly at the Qingshan people.

The sword light was extremely straight, as if there was an invisible giant hand, and he drew a stroke on the night.

Accompanied by the thunderous sound, Tiejian came to the sky more than ten miles away and came to Jian Ruyun.

This sword came so fast that Jian Ruyun didn't react at all, and was killed when he saw it.

Suddenly, a slender finger stretched out and flicked gently on the iron sword.

With a clear sword cry, the iron sword turned back.

Nan Wang withdrew his finger and smiled.

The iron sword returned to the ground at a faster speed, and Jing Jiu reached over and took it.

It wasn't until Jane Ruyun responded.

His face was a little pale, knowing that if it wasn't for Uncle Nan's attempt to block, he was just afraid that he would be separated from his head.

There was an uproar in the night sky.

He Zhan and others in the valley were shocked and speechless.

Zhuo Rusui in front of the broken tree looked at Jing Jiu more and more strangely.

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After the uproar came silence.

There was no sound in the night sky.

At a distance of more than ten miles, a sword is required to kill the disciples of Two Forgotten Peaks. What state is this?

Jing Jiu's sword is very random, and obviously still has more power, indicating that the realm may still be displayed.

Is he now in the middle of the wild?Has exceeded Zhuo Rusui?

If this is the case, then the simple words, He Zhan's views, everyone's guesses have become a joke.

If at the beginning, Zhuo Rusui really relied on his realm to be higher, and he would attack from a distance, he would only lose even more ugly.

Nan Wang looked at Bai Rujing and mocked and asked, "Do you still want to drive him out of the mountain gate?"

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"It seems inconvenient today."

Jing Jiu brought the iron sword to Bai Zao.

The piece of cloth was thrown to the ground by him, previously burned by swords and fire, and no longer usable.

Bai nodded early, then took out a white cloth like a trick.

Jing Jiu took the piece of white cloth and found it was made of silk. He nodded his head and wrapped the iron sword with cloth to tie it on his back.

He Zhanbu asked: "Now that you know you have broken through the wilderness, why do you even carry this sword?"

Jing Jiu can indeed put the iron sword into his body now, but that is not really into his body.

Just like he has now undoubtedly become the youngest nomadic practitioner in the middle of the wild, but that is not the real nomadic realm.

In other words, his iron sword still cannot be combined with Jian Maru, because the new way he cultivated does not require an iron sword to raise another sword ghost.

It is troublesome to hide the iron sword in that far away place and take it out every time it is used.

Although every time he took the bamboo chair, he never considered this issue.

It is also troublesome to explain this matter, so Jing Jiu did not explain.

Zhuo Rusui didn't know when he was sitting on the cross section of the broken tree, and asked, "What kind of swordsmanship are you? I've never seen it, nor written it in the book."

Jing Jiu said: "You haven't seen a lot of swordsmanship. Don't always sleep in the hole in the future. Come out and take a walk to see if it is good for you."

After saying this, he turned and walked out of the valley.

Looking at his back, people's emotions are very complicated.

Many people are amazed.

After Zhao Layue was born, he was invincible again, and was finally defeated by Zhuo Rusui, and he ended up winning Jing Jiu within two days.

The Shenmofeng, where Jingyang Real Man Cave Mansion is located, is worthy of being a holy place for spiritual practice, and all the real monsters come out.

Seeing Jing Jiu breaking through the wilderness and even entering the middle ground, the happiest thing is Bai Zao, or gratification.

Jing Jiu was not delayed by Xueyuan for six years, and her guilt has been relieved a lot.

Thurse's attitude was the same as usual. After looking at the thoughtful Zhuo Rusui, he said with a lip: "Just as he is lazy, how can he say others?

He Zhan remembered that year's May Fair, with emotion.

"When I saw you playing chess with Jing Jiu, I never played chess again. Today I watch them fight swords, and I have no choice but to use swords in the future."

Tong Yan glanced at him and said, "The problem is, you don't need a sword."

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Returning to Mopi Mountain Residence, his feet fell on the floor, and a clear sense of roughness came. Jing Jiu felt a little tired.

This is a rare thing for him-Zhuo Rusui's talent and combat strength are indeed very strong, and Liu Ci really has high hopes for this little child.

Entering the house, Gu Qing was meditating, sitting cross-legged, a straight white smoke erupting from his head, and a flying sword slowly turning in the smoke.

Jing Jiu looked quietly.

Gu Qing's talent is good, and he is very hard-working. He always thought that his only disciple had already entered the wilderness, and now he knows that he is still a little behind.

If it had not been delayed in Chaoge City for three years, perhaps that distance had already been broken.

It was not until a few days ago that Bai Rujing talked about Jing Jiu's knowledge of Gu Qing.

The teacher is very flattering?He didn't care about it, so he should be like an apprentice.

Gu Qing retracted the Feijian, opened his eyes, and saw Master standing in front of him. He couldn't help but jumped up and saluted.Immediately afterwards, he felt that Jing Jiu's breath became stronger than usual. It should have just been through the battle, and he could not help but be alert, and called out the flying sword, asking: "Master, what happened?"

Jing Jiu said, "Zhuo Rusui's business."

Gu Qing was stunned and asked with some uncertainty: "Solved?"

Jing Jiun gave a cry.

Gu Qing is very happy.

Also a disciple of Shenmofeng, he thinks more than Yuanqu, and even more than Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu thought.

There is no high-level senior teacher at the end of Shenmo Peak, Master Bai Gui can't stay at the top of the peak all the time, then you can only rely on yourself.

It takes time to survive, and time can only rely on Yu Wei, the uncle ancestor of Jingyang Master, then God Morpheus cannot lose.

Whether you are fighting with fellow practitioners or other practitioners, the less you lose, the better. If you lose, you must win back as soon as possible.

Just like Master.

Of course, only Master can do this.

Gu Qing thought.

Jing Jiu glanced at his flying sword and asked, "Do you want to change it?"

You have to start raising sword ghosts in the wilderness, so if you want to change the sword, Jianxiu is best to enter the wilderness.

Gu Qing looked at the sword in his hand, thought for a while, and said, "It's still not necessary."

He knew that since Master said so, he would definitely find a good sword for himself, and maybe even a fairy flying sword like the blue sea sword.

Without changing the sword, he can only use this ordinary flying sword in the future.

But he refused.

He already has feelings for this flying sword, and there is a more important reason.

"The reason why the sword follows others, the disciples dare not forget it for a while."

Gu Qing looked at Jing Jiu seriously and said, "Master, you can defeat Brother Zhuo with this ordinary ugly sword. I can do it too."

Jing Jiu suddenly discovered a problem.

Zhao Layue pursued the so-called fair fight and suppressed the power of the Firth Sword, so he lost to Zhuo Rusui.

Gu Qing refused to change his sword.

Yuan Qu is often scolded by Yushan teacher.

Those monkeys were often bullied by distant relatives of Shi Yuefeng.

There are a bunch of fools on Shenmo Peak, including Liu Shisui who is now in Guocheng Temple.

I don't know who they are studying.

Jing Jiu thought about these things, walked out of the house, took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

The picture of Dianzhu is still hanging in the night sky, but it is much lighter than the daytime. Now it is the picture of the starry night.

On this beautiful night, he suddenly felt wrong.

No matter how he gets the immortal mortal mortal, he must compete with those who ask, even fight, saying that he will use the ghost sword.

Tonight he borrowed from Qingshan to testify that he used a congenital invisible sword body, but he didn't want the Zhongzhou faction to discover the problem.

But why is the feeling in my heart even more wrong?

He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers gently on the armrests of the bamboo chair, and began to calculate.

After not knowing how long, he opened his eyes and confirmed his feelings, but failed to figure out where that feeling originated.

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More than ten days later, Zhongzhou opened a 30,000-year event to the latter stage.

The sermons of the real people are over. None of the practitioners and those of the individual practitioners leave, because the highlight is about to begin.

Today is the period of asking.

The immortal mortal mortal is said to be the celestial mortal that was left when the white-blade celestial beings ascended. Although it is only a secondary mortal, it is still regarded as the treasure of the world.

Who can get the immortal mortal?This is the most concern of the entire Yunmeng Mountain, and even the entire spiritual circle.

Those well-known young strong men are naturally the focus of attention, such as Zhuo Rusui.

After more than 20 years of retreat, Zhao Layue was defeated when he went out, leaving him with a mysterious and legendary color.

Zhuo Rusui stood in the crowd, sullen his eyes, and looked like he had no energy.

The things he lost under Jing Jiujian had spread the night before. Many practitioners who did not understand him thought that he was a bit depressed after being hit.

The faces of Fang Jingtian and Bai Rujing and others are a bit gloomy, even ugly.

Not because Zhuo Rusui lost to Jing Jiu, but because Jing Jiu was not here.

In the distance, there were more than ten disciples of Shuiyuean standing on a stone platform. The skirt was light and there was only one seat. Jing Jiu sat on it.

Countless sights fell on him, and countless arguments started to arise from him.

Undoubtedly, he is the hottest figure in the practice world, and he is also the most promising contestant in the conference.

Entering the middle of the wild at such an age is naturally the greatest genius.

Such a genius figure has never existed in the previous practice, and I believe it will be difficult to appear in the future.

The real person of the Qingshan leader did not appear. It is said that he and the big figures such as the elders of Shui Yue'an and Kunlun's leader are discussing with the real person.

Obviously, Liu Zhenren did not express any opinion on Jing Jiu's choice. Bai Rujing once said that it would be a big joke to drive Jing Jiu out of the mountain gate.

The problem is that people did not expect that Jing Jiu would actually play for Shui Yue'an. If he was really allowed to get the immortal mortal, how would he belong?

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A sound rang outside the valley and fell into the ears of each practitioner, as if the words appeared in front of him clearly.

The presiding conference was held by the elders of Zhongzhou School, who crossed the gates and cultivated the virtual realm to be unfathomable. If they were in the world, they would be real gods.

Countless birds flew from around Yunmeng Mountain, in response to Taoism, hovered over the cliff outside the valley to form lines, and finally a name appeared.

With the sound of the Thousand Gates, the birds fluttered and formed a new name on the cliff.

The practitioners were amazed, thinking that Yunmeng Mountain was indeed the authentic Xuanmen, the leader of the right path, and the means was extremely mysterious.

Nan Wang was a little displeased and said, "Is this a trick?"

That being said, she certainly understands that compared with Yunmeng Mountain, Qingshan is indeed more boring.

Otherwise, why does Qing Rongfeng require the large array to open for a few days during spring rain, summer thunder, autumn wind, and winter snow?

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"Jing Jiu."

Yueqianmen finally said the name.

The crowd was slightly disturbed, and countless eyes looked towards the disciples of Shuiyuean.

Jing Jiu-shen came to the valley.

The birds on the cliff didn't expect the name to have so few strokes, and they didn't know how to combine them in a hurry.

In the end many birds failed to squeeze in, so they had to stay outside and looked a little messy.

He was very satisfied with his name, and now he is even more satisfied.

At this time, the flock of birds on the cliff changed its formation again, forming three characters.

"White".

"thousand".

"military".

This is a name.

Jing Jiu felt a violent, bloody, and bad smell coming from behind him.

I want to come to be the owner of that name.

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(This chapter and the following three chapters, I ca n’t wait to use them all: your name is the chapter name. After thinking about it or not, this chapter name is pretty handsome.)