The Path Toward Heaven

(Cosmic Front is a play and a sword. It ’s very famous. Where did you hit the second place? Grievance ... Let ’s search for it myself. I wo n’t take the information to account for the word count. In addition, this chapter name should have been used before, not Dadao is another book, but it is really suitable for this chapter, so I will continue to use it.)

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Up and down the four sides said Yu, from ancient times to the present day.

A sword can cut off time and space before it can be called a cosmic front.

This name is really overbearing.

People in Jingyuan were surprised, Zhuo Rusui was shocked and speechless.

All Qingshan disciples knew the story of Jing Jiu's iron sword.

At that time, Shiyue Feng Mo Xianshi reached the end of his spiritual practice and decided to return the sword to Qingshan.

He copied more than 100 years of classics between the peaks. The state is not so high, and his reputation is not obvious. According to the truth, it will only leave a touch of sadness in the green mountains, and it will gradually be forgotten.But when he came outside Yunxingfeng, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the inner gate, and Jing Jiu was there.

At that time, Jing Jiu didn't know why he suddenly asked: How is your sword?

Mo Xianshi said that he hadn't used it in a long time, and there was regret in his words.

Jing Jiu said otherwise I would try?

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Jing Jiu decided to inherit the sword.

In the eyes of many people in Qingshan, this is a very whimsical thing, because Master Mo Xian put the black iron sword in the high place of Jianfeng.

And that iron sword is very common, nothing special.

Jing Jiu made this decision because the iron sword was very wide and could sit on it comfortably, and he felt that since this sword, like Mo Shi's nephew, had devoted his life to Aoyama silently, he should also have a brilliant look one day.

For this iron sword, Jing Jiu went up to Jianfeng, where he encountered many things, such as Zhao Layue and this iron sword, and then it was today.

This iron sword is really ordinary, not to mention that compared with the main sword of Jiufeng Qingshan, the flying swords of the disciples of Liangwangfeng are far superior to it.

No one knows what happened to the Iron Sword later.

Meihui fought in battle, trapped in the depths of the snowy field, the cold invaded the bones, Jing Jiu burned the sword yuan, and used the iron sword as a torch, illuminating the cave, and warming the white morning in the cocoon of the silkworm, which was equivalent to six years of smelting. .In the Town Demon Prison, the Iron Sword sank into Bitan and was soaked in the extremely poisonous pool of water for three years. You must know that it was Canglong's stomach.

The most important thing is that the iron sword is often carried by Jing Jiu on his back, and he is always cultivated by his sword. He has already undergone a change of life.It's just that the surface of the burnt sword body and the traces corroded by the venom, like the real body of the iron sword wrapped in mud, it also needs a suitable time to truly show its edge.

Just today, Kirin's heavy blow fell on the iron sword's sword.

The purest divine power from ancient times shattered the sword dirt, like a finishing touch, and woke it up.

The cold and empty cosmic front is now in the world.

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Zhuo Rusui looked at the ground and couldn't calm down.The Universe Front can break through the unicorn god body, can bear the unicorn's coercion positively, and is extremely extraordinary. It must be the Immortal Sword Grade. In the future, as Jing Jiu continues to rise in the world of monasticism, he may become a peerless sword!

What did you say?... this sword doesn't work ... ugly sword ... what's the use ...

Uncle Xiao is right, where is this sword not good, or his own vision is not good.

At this time, he heard Kirin's voice again.

"This sword ... is really good."

Qilin looked at the cosmic front in Jing Jiu's hand and said indifferently: "But what's the use of keeping a sword if a person dies?"

Zhuo Rusui suddenly remembered the uncle Mo Shi of Shi Yuefeng.He has forgotten even the name of the uncle now, but he believes that as the universe front appears in the world, the name of the uncle will definitely be remembered by many people until many years later.

He looked at Qilin's shadow on the ground and said seriously: "No, even if a person dies, as long as the sword remains, it will be there."

Before Qingxi Jianxiu died, he often chose to return the sword to Qingshan.

Later, his own disciple Cheng Jian, let that sword shine again.

It is the sword that is passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the spirit of Qingshan.

The sword is the spirit of Qingshan.

As long as the sword is there, Qingshan is there.

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The white cat squatted on the eaves of the distant palace, staring at the picture in the quiet garden, his cold eyes were full of envy, and I thought Gu Qing's luck was good.

When leaving Qingshan, Jing Jiu decided to let Gu Qing take charge of the future. This was not important. What was important was that he wanted to exchange Gu Qing with a good sword. Now the sword came.

Kirin and Jing Jiu made such a big movement, which naturally aroused many monks in Guocheng Temple. The Zen sounds in the hall are constantly on, and the large array is about to start, but everyone is paying attention to the side of the Jingyuan. On it.

"If you really want to kill Kirin, why are you not squatting here in the quiet garden?"

A voice rang behind the white cat.

I don't know when a beautiful young monk came to the eaves of Chenghua Temple and sat down beside it.

The white cat glanced at the young monk with a mocking look in his eyes, thinking if I was there, how would this fight be fighting today?

The young monk said seriously: "But Kirin now knows you are here."

"Meow? Do you think the freak deer will stop? Of course not. Those ugly things in Yunmeng Mountain are all grumpy. Even if they dare not kill Jing Jiu in front of so many people, they have to get him. I judge. The silly deer wanted to hurt Jing Jiu seriously, and then let him be bitten back by Xianlu, so that he did n’t have to back the pot. "

"It's a good idea to say so."

"Meow?" White Cat is very contemptuous, and thinks you don't understand Jing Jiu too much: "That guy is the most insidious and cunning, who can overshadow him? In addition to the master, there must be other backers hiding, saying Maybe the long deer will die. "

A smile appeared on the young monk's face and asked, "Why don't you help?"

"What is my identity and what status? How can Qingshan Zhenshou fight together with those younger generations? If Qilin is really seriously injured by Jing Jiuyin later, I might as well attack it. If it is like that in Zhenmo prison, I can I can't stand it anymore. "

The white cat thought about the blue dragon that had died in front of his own eyes, and gave a meow with regret.

Suddenly it felt something was wrong. Why should he think so much and tell him this?

It turned around again and looked at the young monk, this time turning slowly, as if frozen by the cold wind.

"You still don't want to shoot, we can't afford to lose that person."

The young monk walked to his side and sat down, his right hand fell naturally on top of his head, and he touched it from beginning to end.

His movements are very skilled, as if he has touched them for hundreds of years.

The touched cat's hair is generally smoother, but at this time, the white cat's body and hair are exploded, dancing in the cold wind, looking like a dandelion about to be blown away by the wind.

Exploding means anger, a precursor to battle, and more often because of fear.

The white cat's eyes were full of horror, and his pupils shrank into tiny black rice grains, which could not be seen clearly if he didn't look carefully.

It can obviously scratch the young monk around, but ... how dare it?

Just like at Bihu Peak, it was obviously able to shoot Dead Well nine easily, and it didn't shoot.

It was only an instant that countless swear words in the world appeared in the white cat's mind, which could not be written in words at all.

Because its spirit is about to collapse.

But even so, it paid great attention to those swear words on itself and fate, and dared not mess with the young monk.

Castle Peak guards the White Ghost and has always been known for its cruelty. He doesn't even care about the real person in charge, but there are always objects of fear in the world.

At that time, it was less brave than anyone else.

What it really feared was the pair of brothers.

More precisely, it is the most feared brother.Because the brothers are more capable of killing, dare to kill, more insidious, more embarrassed, colder, crueler, smarter, more innocent, more brilliant, more unstoppable, more frustrated, stronger Handsome, more magnificent, more ...

"The word handsome is good. Although I don't look good on him, it's always smarter than his dead face."

The young monk is naturally Yin San.

He smiled and said: "But you don't have to think so much to please me, I'm really in a bad state now, you can try to kill me."

If the cat would cry, Liu Ada would have already shed tears.

After the brothers were reborn, the first time they saw it, they said the same thing.

It was finally completely certain at this time, what I smelled on those sheets of paper a few years ago ... it turned out to be the taste of a real person.

Really fragrant.

It snorted softly, rubbed Yin's feet, and pleased his face.

"This is really a great place to watch a movie."

Yin San looked at the quiet garden far away from the mountain, a smile appeared on his face.

The cold wind blew on the monk's clothes, dancing continuously, and then sent the smell of firecrackers and bacon in the countryside.

The story is not over yet.

It just started today.

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There was silence in the quiet garden.

Everyone is waiting for Kirin's third blow.

The sword named Universe Front was held by Jing Jiu in his hand, but no one was optimistic about him.

The gap between the levels of life can only be filled by the realm. The human practitioners in the middle of the wild can never be the opponent of a unicorn in the infancy.

Incomparably rich coercion emanated from Qilin's body and enveloped the entire quiet garden.

The wild grass in the crack of the slate clung to the ground, and could no longer stand up, and was slowly crushed into powder.

The monk crossing the sea looked dignified, and once again waved his sleeves to exude Zen, isolating the unicorn's coercion, and avoiding several young disciples of Xi Yiyun being seriously injured.

The realm is as deep as him, and it is difficult to isolate the coercion of Kirin. It is difficult to imagine how Jing Jiu is at home.

Jing Jiu did not wait for Kirin's third blow.

He chose to take the initiative again.

The cold and empty cosmic front, breaking through the pressure, passed through the air that had become thick and countless times, and came to Qilin.

The high-speed friction brings bright light, and it seems to be burning. The cold and empty meaning suddenly becomes violent, and there is a strange and dangerous hidden in it.

The flames brought by the cosmic front made the Kirin's face shine very clearly.

The veins under the skin, like the roots of the old vines, looked abnormally ugly, and the two angles looked extremely terrifying.

Kirin felt that this sword really meant something, but didn't care much.

Affected by coercion, Jing Jiu's sword was significantly slower than the previous one.

However, just as he was about to grab Jing Jiu's sword, and then directly bombard the other party, the sword disappeared in front of his eyes.

There was a soft sound, and then countless sounds.

Numerous small cracks appeared in Qilin's clothes.

A very small bloody mouth appeared on his earlobe.

There was also a tiny bloody mouth on his nose and corner of his lips.

A drop of blood was seeping out of every opening.