The Path Toward Heaven

Zhuo Rusui was very excited, the voice was loud, and even the ending was broken, and it sounded ridiculous.

What he said was even more absurd.

Everyone knows that Jing Jiu holds the Xianlu in his left hand and can't let it go. He can only carry it behind his back. When he says this, it seems that Qilin really gave one hand.

Moreover, the sword repair in the wild realm no longer needs the help of sword tactics. What is the difference between one hand and two hands?

Qilin ignored this crazy disciple who looked down at his crazy head and dared not to look at himself. He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "Just here?"

Zhao Layue suddenly said, "Living for tens of thousands of years, you can't even control your strength. Whose life do you live on?"

She had been silent for a long time, and suddenly said harsh words that she would never say at all, because she was really nervous at this time.

She doesn't know what this Fang Jingyuan means to Jing Jiu, but she believes that Jing Jiu should be more beneficial here.

"Anyway, I didn't live with your dog."

Qilin said a word indifferently, and ignored this crazy student who always looked at a hall in the distance and asked, "Start?"

When he spoke, he kept staring at Jing Jiu's eyes-he and Bai Zhenren doubted Jing Jiu's origin. If the other party is really Jingyang reincarnated, then it can't be taken seriously, even if the other party is just a wilderness , Only need to be able to kill with a finger.

Jing Jiu did not speak, his wrist moved slightly, and the tip of the black iron sword tilted upward.

This action is very casual, concealing extreme self-confidence, and in Kirin's view, naturally it is extremely provocative.

Qilin's expression was indifferent, flicking with his right hand, a straight line like smoke, striking toward Jing Jiu's door.

This smoke looks extremely thin, but it gives an extremely terrifying feeling, as if it were as heavy as a mountain.

Looking at the scene, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, and he knew that he could not bear it.

The most important thing is that even if she wants to fight hard with the Firth Sword, it is too late to make the sword.

Kirin's seemingly random movements were in fact lightning fast, and the people in the quiet garden did not even see when he raised his hand, when he was flexed, and when he popped.

Time seems to solidify at this moment.

He did suppress his realm in the Yuan infant period, and his magical powers were still terrible.

He has unimaginable power, and naturally has unmatched speed.

No matter from any point of view, Jing Jiu could not avoid this finger of Kirin, even if his ghost sword was mysterious and unpredictable.

But he blocked it.

When Qilin stared at his eyes, he was also looking at Qilin.

What he looked at was not Kirin's hand, nor Kirin's shoulder, nor the traces of Qilin's coat brought by the wind, but Kirin's eyes.

Kirin's eyes moved slightly, and he moved, and he calculated where the finger fell in advance.

The large and ugly black iron sword broke back into the air, like a piece of armor, blocking him, covering his eyes, and covering the sky.

Even the sky can be covered, and naturally nothing can pass through.

The light smoke fell accurately on the black iron sword.

The burnt dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to become elastic, sag slightly, and then rebounded quickly.

The substantive force continued to go toward the sword body, passed around, and finally returned to the air again, shaking out more than ten invisible waves of air.

In the end, all this was presented in the form of sound.

A crackling sound, and then turned into a horrible roar in a very short time!

boom!It was like a sky thunder exploding on the ground.

Even if the bells of all Zen temples in the world ring at the same time, they can't hide it!

The qi wave rolled up everything in the quiet garden and made a lot of smoke.

Zhuo Rusui's face was pale.

Xi Yiyun spit out blood again.

Bai Qianjun grunted and took two steps back.

This is also the result of the isolation of the crossing monk and the great monk.

How much divine power is contained in that finger like light smoke?

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One finger.

Sound for nine days.

All the monks in Guocheng Temple heard this, and they all walked outside the temple and looked in doubt towards the backyard.

The villagers preparing for the New Year outside the temple also heard clearly, wondering which village thunderous thunder was in this village, and there was such a noise.

In the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui listened to the loud noise, and was a little worried. He naturally could hear that it was not a thunderstorm.

Xiao He looked at his expression and whispered, "Otherwise ... shall you go and see?"

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat, said: "The son will not let me go, naturally there is his reason, I listen to him."

Xiao He did not understand and asked, "Are you afraid of him having an accident?"

Liu Shisui stir-fried the shredded beef with chopsticks and kimchi into the rice, and ate a big bite vigorously. He said vaguely, "Your son will be fine."

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Jing Jiu has something to do.

The smoke was gone, he was no longer in place, but retreated into the rain corridor ...

His body knocked the rain corridor out of the gap of a few feet deep, as if it were deep.

More than ten faint but clear sword intentions, as his hair and coat fluttered, the invisible invisible sword body had already appeared.

Qilin just pointed at random, and forced him to send out all his sword intentions.

Yes, Kirin does only use the cultivation practice of Yuan infantry, but his body is really ... too powerful.

As he once said, he is the very top of the Chaotian Continent, except the one from Xueguo.

But what really shocked the people in Jingyuan was not the power of Kirin, because that is a well-known thing, but ... Jing Jiu did not fall down.

Jing Jiu walked out of the rain corridor, sawdust scattered from his clothes, and blood spilled along the corners of his lips.

He raised the left hand holding Xianlu, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and then burned it into blue smoke, leaving no trace.

No one noticed that there were a few strands of green smoke running down the fingers of his left hand.

Looking at this scene, Xi Yiyun was shocked and speechless, Bai Qianjun was even more shocked-Jing Jiu was able to catch Kirin's blow!

Kirin narrowed his eyes slightly and took a step forward.

At this time, a quiet drink rang out in the quiet garden.

"First hit!"

The person who shouted is still Zhuo Rusui, who still shouts what everyone knows.

He didn't want to dilute the tension between the scenes, but wanted to interrupt the rhythm and give Jing Jiu some time to reply.

Until this time, he still didn't raise his head, looking at the black iron sword beside Jing Jiuhui, thinking that the sword should be broken?

The whole Qingshan knew that Jing Jiu inherited the sword of Uncle Shi Yuefeng.

There is nothing special about this iron sword, except for a little leniency.

As Jing Jiu's realm is getting higher and higher, more and more people are sorry for him, feeling that this iron sword is not worthy of him, Zhuo Rusui has always thought so.

With a soft click, a crack appeared on the surface of the black iron sword, and then gradually expanded.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui was very helpless. I thought I had already said that your sword can't do it. What's the use besides getting some poison?

"Don't you dare to point to the old man like this?" Kirin said in Jing Jiu's eyes.

Jing Jiu said nothing, and raised his iron sword again.

With a snap, the heavy object fell to the ground.

It wasn't that the iron sword was broken, but that a piece of rust on the iron sword had peeled off and hit the ground like a stone, splitting into pieces.

Later, will the Iron Sword break into pieces like this rust?

Jing Jiu was not hurt, but he did not have any fear. He still pointed at Qilin with Jianping. As the wrist vibrated, the blade of the sword fluctuated slightly.

Bai Qianjun saw something else and was so angry that he thought you were fishing?How dare it be rude to make such a move to the mythical Zhenshan Beast!

As the iron sword undulated, the black, thick, and ugly old rust peeled off again, revealing some bright spots.

Suddenly the wind rose, and Jing Jiu's figure suddenly fell into the sky outside the quiet garden, then flickered like a candlelight, and landed on the mountain a few miles away.

This kind of body method is strange and unpredictable, and its speed is very fast, even if the Zhongzhou School of Heaven and Earth dodges the law to the extreme.

People in the quiet garden naturally do not know the existence of the Nether Immortal Sword. Do you think that there are such magical powers in the inborn invisible sword body in the legend?

Xi Yiyun's expression was slightly miserable, and he remembered the fairy phantom technique that Jing Jiu once showed in the fantasy realm of Qingtianjian.

Bai Qianjun's face is even more ugly. On the Zhoushan Mountain in the illusion, he and dozens of Qin Guoqiang were bloodshed by Jing Jiu killed in this state. How can he forget?He didn't expect Jing Jiu to be able to display such unpredictable swordsmanship in the real world, and it seemed to be more powerful.

Kirin's eyes are even colder, which represents anger and murderous intention.

He was more certain at this time, that the figure who had escaped from the town demon prison was this person, that this person killed Canglong!

When the gusty wind screamed, he disappeared from the original place and instantly came to the sky above the mountain.

Even a dark light is hard to extinguish in the strong wind.

Jing Jiu fluttered and flicked, suddenly escaping from the east to the west, and somehow left the range of the palm wind and came into the extremely high sky.

The Qilin magical power is terrifying. With one palm, it can even take back the palm power, shatter it into countless arrows, and spill it into the sky!

Just then, some people in the village outside Guocheng Temple lit firecrackers.

Crackling, countless firecrackers sounded, covering the sound of exploding those powerful arrows.

The people in the Jingyuan looked up and could only see the sky with a meteor and a sword light passing through it. Only the crossing monk could vaguely see Jing Jiu's figure, and he could imagine how fast he was at this time.

Zhuo Rusui still didn't look up, staring at a trembling grass among the stone slabs, his face was pale, is it okay to silently read this time in my heart?When do you watch it?Did you watch it?

The wind stopped and the sky was silent, and the meteor became invisible. The figure of Jing Jiu appeared again and fell on the ground. The white clothes were like clouds and there was no sound.

Kirin also returned to the Jingyuan.

It was said that it was a three-strike, so he only gave a slap from the beginning and did not pursue it.

In the past, the unicorn volley turned into a sky full of meteors, which can be counted as a blow, but thinking about its status and generation, it is actually too much.

Zhuo Rusui was still not at ease and looked at the ground and shouted, "Two ... eh?"

He suddenly felt dazzled.

Jing Jiu's feet seemed to disappear for a moment before his eyes.

Then Jingyuan fell into silence.

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When Zhuo Rusui lowered his head, a sword light sounded in the quiet garden, and then a soft sound was heard.

Jing Jiu returned to his place, his face pale, apparently seriously injured.

But no one looked at him.

Everyone is watching Qilin.

A very shallow wound appeared in the corner of Qilin's brow, and a small drop of blood was slowly seeping out.

He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and slowly said, "You dare to hurt me ..."

Jing Jiu said: "Take three notes from you, you can't fight back without saying."

Kirin did not expect that Jing Jiu could even fight back in this situation, and he dared to think about fighting back. He was not prepared, and he did not expect his body style to be faster, so he was cut by his sword.

This is not the key. The most important thing is that he never thought that Jing Jiu's sword could hurt himself.

Everyone in the Jingyuan didn't expect to see the drop of blood on Qilin's eyebrows, which was shocked and speechless.

A young man who has been practicing for less than thirty years, but can you hurt Qilin even if you are practicing in the middle of the wild?

How can this be!

Zhuo Rusui listened to the dialogue between the scenes and was equally shocked.

Even if Kirin suppresses itself in the infancy, how can a natural god body break, what sword are you using?

——Your sword is absolutely impossible. I'm afraid that not all the main swords of Qingshan Jiufeng can be used. Are you using the Forth sword?

Looking at Jing Jiu's back, Zhao Layue pinched a sword tactic in his left hand, suppressing some uneasy Furth sword in Jian Wan.

The monk crossing the sea knows more about the inside story. Looking at Jing Jiu, do you think you are using the sharpest Fuji sword in the legend?

Liu Shisui in the vegetable garden, looking at the bracelet buzzing on his wrist and looking very excited, wondered what happened in Guocheng Temple?

Jing Jiu didn't speak anymore, raised the black iron sword in his hand again, and aimed at Qilin.

With his movements, the rust on the black iron sword rustled, gradually revealing the extremely bright sword body.

The monk crossing the sea looked at the sword, feeling the sharp, dead but extremely violent and complicated atmosphere, and shocked and asked, "What kind of sword is this?"

Jing Jiu's eyes became a little blank, and his voice was colder, just like this sword.

"Cosmic front."

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(If you are interested, you can go back to the first volume of the fourth volume, which is called Hu Zhongtian.)