The Path Toward Heaven

So fast!

Looking at the scene, the people in Jingyuan were speechless and horrified.

Zhuo Rusui didn't see it, only then did he hear the sound of the sword breaking through the sky.

Bai Qianjun's face was ashamed, and he knew that if he was standing opposite Jing Jiu, he was already beheaded with a sword.

The word fast is sometimes used to describe the sharpness, and more often used to describe the speed.

The cosmic front sword dirt is completely removed, and it becomes a lot thinner, like a piece of paper, you can fully use your speed and sharpness.

Its sharpness should not be able to catch up with Fujifilm, but its speed is faster than Fujifilm.

Its speed should be less than that of Furth, but it is more lethal than Furth.

In a sense, the cosmic front has formed a perfect balance between speed and sharpness, which is very suitable for Jing Jiu's ghost sword.

So much so that Kirin was stabbed in one fell swoop under the precautions.

"What does this mean?"

Qilin looked at the Dao Dao Jianying brought by Jing Jiuyi, and said indifferently: "Although you and your sword are fast enough, they are not strong enough."

As the ancient ancient beast with the highest rank in the mainland, the human body is still not bad after transforming into a human being. The cosmic front is already extremely powerful, and can actually break his skin, but he ca n’t take deeper wounds.What if there are thousands more such wounds, and even if it sheds thousands more drops of blood?

The wind gusted in the quiet garden, it was because Qilin took a deep breath.

He has been gaining momentum for a long time, and the next must be a thunderous blow. How can Jing Jiu withstand it?

The residual image brought by Jing Jiuyi's coat suddenly dispersed and disappeared from the place, and he had to leave the Jingyuan.

Since there is no way to catch it, then leave first, avoiding the quiet garden that is filled with ancient prestige.To switch to any fast sword repair, such a choice should be made at this moment, but Watanabe is a little worried because he knows that Jing Jiu is not an ordinary sword repair, guessing that he should be preparing for an adventure.

Qilin snorted coldly, and the pressure rose from the ground, directly sealing the road to the sky.

With a bang, Jingyuan's door was broken, and Jing Jiu came out with more than ten sword lights.

Kirin turned into a clear light, and the speed was not bad, even faster and more powerful.

Today, there are many ordinary monks who practice and recite the rituals outside the quiet garden. At this time, they are evacuating, and they have not had time to completely withdraw.

Qilin came under pressure and rolled up countless gusts of wind. The wind rose from leaves and gravel. The sky was dim and dark, chaotic. I don't know how many monks fell to the ground, and their heads broke blood.

The large formation of Guocheng Temple finally started.

Accompanied by countless chanting sounds and wooden fish sounds, about three thousand scripture characters rose from the temples, zen rooms, and stone towers into the sky, and turned into a sky of Buddha fire.

Venerable Fire Flame Mountain Formation!

This formation completely shuts off the surroundings of the Jing Garden, sealing everything inside. Even if Kirin wants to break out of the formation, it will take some time.

Kirin ignored these things at all, still chasing Jing Jiu, wherever he passed, the tree fell, the ancient bell fell to the ground, and he was full of wolf.

Jing Jiu walked through the three thousand Buddhas, like ghosts and ghosts, sometimes even like a Buddha fire.

Venerable Fire Flame Guardian array prevented him from leaving the Guocheng Temple, but in a relatively small range, the strange and magical method of the Nether Immortal Sword brought him many benefits.

In the face of Kirin's pursuit, he actually lasted for a while, but he couldn't get rid of the other party.

The flower in the sky full of Buddha fire suddenly disappeared, and the clear light that followed him also disappeared.

There was a soft sound.

The figures of Jing Jiu and Kirin appeared.

The sword in his hand had been inserted into Kirin's chest, and blood was pouring out.

The universe front penetrated Kirin's body not deep, about a few inches, but why didn't Kirin avoid this sword?

The gate of Jingyuan has been destroyed, and the crossing monk saw the picture at that moment.

The Buddha's fire annihilated, Jing Jiu appeared, and raised his sword.

The clear light disappeared, Kirin appeared, and took a few steps forward.

In a sense, it was not Jing Jiu who stabbed Kirin and the sword, but that Kirin struck the sword.

It's like a rabbit hitting a tree, what a person hits.

There are some ridiculous pictures in this scene, which means that Jing Jiu has made a real move.

Not to mention the realm, this kind of practice is really unimaginable.

Kirin was not angry because of the injury, and there was no pain in his deep eyes, still indifferent.

"Do you think your strategy is successful? Don't forget, I haven't shot yet."

The chasing between the sky and the Buddha is only the chasing of the first half, and Kirin has not used the long-term third strike.

Jing Jiu felt the immense and unshakable feeling from the sword body, knowing that the other party had locked the universe front with the Qilin god body.

With his current state and power, he cannot pull the universe front out of Qilin's body.Now he has three choices, one is to abandon the sword and go away, the second is to explode all the sword elements, and strive to let the cosmic front penetrate the body of Qilin, really hurt him, and the third is to stand in the same place, holding the sword handle, waiting to bear Kirin's most terrifying blow.

He chose the third one, even if it is likely to be smashed.

"If you can reach the peak of breaking the sea, or holding this sword will make me a little bit worried, but after all, you are just a weak person now, so ..."

Kirin did not shoot, and continued to improve his momentum and coercion until the highest, only to shout: "Go to death!"

When the words fell, he punched Jing Jiu's face with a punch.

A seemingly simple punch has the weight of a real mountain, and Kirin's fist is more terrible than ordinary magic weapons.

Facing such a frightful fist, Jing Jiu did not have any mood swings and took a half step back, revealing his left hand that was always behind his back.

A few faint golden lights leaked out of his fingers, exuding an intoxicating, far more than spring breeze.

That's immortal.

The whole practice circle knows that Jing Jiu's left hand holds the Changsheng Immortal Grain and has never loosened it.

Counting from the question of the end of the conference, he has been holding it for six years.

The immortal mosquito seems to have already merged with his left hand.

Looking at the pictures outside the Jingyuan Garden, Bai Qianjun remembered the pictures outside Qingtianjian six years ago.

At that time, he punched Jing Jiu, but almost died of a broken body. Fortunately, he was rescued by Bai Zhenren.

Does Jing Jiu want to repeat the trick?

Bai Qianjun thought ruthlessly, if you thought that holding the fist of Xianlu could be compared with the fist of Qilin Patriarch, then it was really damn.

Many people say that thinking is the fastest thing in the world, but since thinking takes time, there is naturally a difference in speed.Jing Jiu's calculation is extremely fast, and it does not mean that everyone is the same.In fact, most people in the world can't think faster than Kirin and his punching speed.

When Bai Qianjun's mind flashed the previous idea, Jing Jiu's left fist had already met with Qilin's fist.

There were no air waves, no smog, and even the loud roar of impact.

He and Kirin's mastery of power has reached the highest level in this world. All the power is given to the other side without any leakage.

Only Kara clicked softly.

Then came the sound of the earth being torn.

Is a real tear.

An extremely deep ravine appeared on the bluestone ground, leading to the quiet garden.

Jing Jiu was lying at the end of the ravine, his expression was still calm, but his face was extremely pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Numerous cracks appeared on the bones of his phalanx, wrist, arm and shoulders.

If it were n’t for a special body, those bones would have been broken into countless pieces.

The battle is not over, because Kirin's third offensive continues.

His fist burst out of a blue light condensed light group, entered the Jingyuan, came to Jing Jiu's eyes.

Jing Jiu's left hand is already reluctant to grasp the Xianlu, how can he raise his opponent?

If Zhao Layue can react, he will definitely stand in front of him.

It's just that Jing Jiu's battle with Kirin has exceeded her level, and she has no time to do anything.This made her regret. She shouldn't have listened to Jing Jiu a few years ago. If she broke into the middle of the wilderness at that time, at least she should have time to summon the Firth sword.

Jing Jiu's eyes were still very calm, and he didn't even mean to raise his sword, I didn't know what he was thinking.

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Qilin sipped to death.

Jing Jiuguo is really dying.

But at this time, Kirin heard someone say the same sentence.

"go to hell."

The voice came from below him, very calm and calm, like a polite request.

Qilin looked around with Yu Guang and found that he was an old monk who was doing things outside the quiet garden.

There is nothing special about the old monk, except for ugliness.

The unsightly rosy red nose with sparse and fresh hair that has just grown out and hasn't time to be shaved, anyone will feel an extreme disgust when watching it.

The old monk was holding a vajra pestle that seemed to be black stone.

The tip of this Vajra pestle was deeply inserted into Kirin's waist at this time.

At this moment, innumerable questions arise in Kirin's mind.

When he emerged from the sky full of Buddha fire, his consciousness had fully grasped the situation in the field, and found this old monk who had fallen to the ground and had no idea of ​​his life or death.

When did the monk sit up, why didn't he feel it?When did the old monk insert this vajra into his body?Most importantly, what is this vajra pestle?Zen is profound, but the surface is covered with a few wisps of black smoke, which can actually penetrate into his body, and it is so painful ...

"Ah!" Kirin screamed in pain and anger.

Vajra pestle caused him real harm, including dignity.

After leaving Yunmeng Mountain for many years and coming to the world, he will be injured by an unknown person!

"Evil sect, dare to attack the old man! Let's die!"

Qilin was stunned by anger and began to frantically raise the state.

The vajra pestle in the hand of the old monk was magical, the black smoke was cold, obviously an evil sect, he naturally didn't need to suppress the realm in the infancy.

The two horns at the top of the unicorn's head become several feet long, as bright as red like corals, the breath becomes more powerful, and the sea is magnificent.

In a very short time, he raised his state to the middle of Mahayana!

Kirin has not fully restored the body, and the world has already produced a sense.

Countless clouds came over the Guocheng Temple, and thunder and lightning did not happen in the meantime!

Qilin's palm shot towards the old monk's head, heavier than Lei Wei!

A crackling sound.

The old monk greeted him, but took it lightly!

With black smoke that is both eerie and violent, it overflows from the palm of the old monk and mixes with the golden light emitted from the palm of the unicorn. It becomes bright and dark, like a lava that is about to congeal The ugly face shines more clearly.

"Even if you are the body, I am not afraid, let alone now?"

The old monk laughed at Qilin and said.

His smile was full of greed and triumphant taste, not at all like a strong and powerful person, but more like a monster who saw delicious food.

There was a great warning sign in Qilin's heart. It was a real danger, even more dangerous than the hidden thunder in the sky!

Even if his strength after transformation is far less than the body, but how many people in the world can catch the full power of Mahayana in the middle?

He couldn't care so much anymore, Li Xiao had to change back to his body, even if he was in danger of falling down, he would have to leave here.

But the old monk didn't give him a chance, rolled his eyes, kicked his legs like lightning, and slammed heavily on Kirin's thigh.

A loud noise.

Qilin flew into the sky, turned into a small black spot, turned into a line, flew to the horizon, and crashed a mountain in the middle!

At the next moment, I could see the milky white light of the magic weapon illuminating on the side of the mountain, and the dark cloud followed, and the thunder fell, but the black spot was not stopped.

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On the eaves of the Chenghua Temple, the white cat looked at the unicorn sprinkled with blood and fell to the side of the mountain. A flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he was going to chase ... but he felt a tight neck.

Yinsan grabbed the hair behind its neck, hugged it in his arms, looked at the mountain and said, "The Bai family is coming, Ada, shall we let go of the ugly deer today?"

His tone was very kind and gentle, and he used the tone of inquiry, but the white cat was stiff all over, so dare not to follow.

Yinsan turned his head to look at the direction of Jingyuan and looked at Xuanyin's ancestor who had floated over Jingyuan. His eyes were slightly cold and said, "It's ... a pity."

The white cat did n’t know that he was talking about Xuanyin ancestors. He thought he was a pity that Kirin had escaped. He quickly gave me two approvals, and then carefully asked with his consciousness: "Real man, is this your brother against Zhongzhou?" ? "

Jing Jiu escaped from the garden with the ghost sword, but fell right beside Xuanyin's ancestor. No matter how he looked at it, it was not a coincidence, but a game.

"Kirin is just a casual sale." Yin San looked at Jing Jiu, who had just stood up from the gully, and said, "He is the one I want to kill."

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Everything happened too fast.

Seeing Kirin's fist falling on Jing Jiu's body, he was seriously injured by an old monk's sneak attack.

Kirin raised the state to the middle of the Mahayana, and even almost revealed the body at last, but it was still not the opponent of the old monk, and was kicked directly beyond the Qianshan.

Throughout the process, the old monk had been sitting on the ground and had never stood up.

Who is this old monk?If the abbot of Guocheng Temple went out of the gate or which monk was a concealed monk?

How many people can do this kind of thing?

The old monk flew over the Jingyuan, and the Vajra pestle made of that black stone had disappeared.

The people in the quiet garden felt very clearly that this old monk's breath was unfathomable, and it was a evil cultivation!

The old monk clapped to Jingyuan, the goal was Jing Jiu!

In the Yuan Ying period, Qilin played Jing Jiu so miserably. Qilin returned to the Mahayana period, but was so miserable by the old monk.It can be deduced from this that if according to the division of the Qingshan Sect, this old monk must already be the highest state of the heavens. In the practice world of the Chaotian Continent, any rank can be ranked in the top ten.

When the evil doctrine declines, when did such a demon come out?

Looking at the old monk, the people in the quiet garden gave birth to despair, thinking that Jing Jiu would die.

At this time, something happened in Jingyuan.

Zhuo Rusui raised his head and glanced at the old monk.

In the past, whether it was Kirin and Jing Jiu's sword, or other times, he always stared at the ground, watching the wild grass swaggering, watching the wild grass pressed by Qilin into powder, and then disappearing with the wind.

This is the first time he looked up in the quiet garden of Guocheng Temple today.

He saw the old monk's face at a glance and subconsciously said, "It's ugly."