The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu's expression is solemn, his right hand is a sword, and he is formed by the Chengtian swordsmanship. This is very serious, and can even be said to be in a state of enemy.

How many people in the world can easily take the sword from him in this state?

Zhao Layue does not count.

Jing Jiu was right in his own words. Among the swordsmanship of Qingshan Jiufeng, he was the worst of Chengtian swordsmanship. It only depends on whether Gu Qing can grow in the future.

Of course, if he really wants to do his best, he can also compete with Xue Ji, after all, the universe front is his own sword.But he felt very clearly that the other party was only interested in swords. More importantly, Wang Xiaoming was still holding the Lie Yang streamers not far away. He had to seize this opportunity.

After Xueji came to the field, the flames like clouds flowed in the air and drifted towards her. The sky fire in the clouds no longer fell toward Qingtianjian, but bombarded her constantly.The creeks sometimes condense into ice and sometimes evaporate into smoke. The red and hot stones are instantly frozen and cracked by the cold water, and the scene is extremely chaotic.

There was obviously a problem with the Lieyang streamer, and the fire of the Yang Gang between the streamers began to attack Xue Ji on its own, and no longer obeyed Wang Xiaoming's will.

When the cold wind rose slightly, Jing Jiu disappeared from the place and came to hundreds of feet away. His right hand broke into the air and cut to Wang Xiaoming.

He did not use the Seal of the Underworld Emperor, because it took some time to fully exert his power, and he did not use anything else to press the bottom of the box. He used his right hand.

When Qing'er said that Qing Tian Jian could not be used for combat, Jing Jiu was very puzzled, thinking of a magic weapon of the Heavenly Tier that would not fight, what difference was it between broken copper and iron.

So what does it mean to fight the heaven-level magic weapon?

He wanted to try to see how much power his right hand recovered from spring to autumn and then to spring.

The Lieyang streamer stood up and stood in front of Wang Xiaoming.

At this time, the fire of Yang Gang was attracted by Xue Ji at all times. The Lie Yang stream was still a very powerful magic weapon, but it could not block this right hand.

Only a soft sound was heard, and there was an obvious rift on the dark-stained streamer!

Wang Xiaoming revealed an incredible expression, thinking how this might be possible!

The Lieyang streamer was connected with his heart and blood, and the streamer body was damaged. His mind was also greatly impacted, and a vomiting bleed came.

He groaned, and the magic power was swift. The streamer rolled up a huge wave, flew Jing Jiuzhen, and at the same time sent him to the cloud, and he immediately came to the sky.

The buzzing sounded softly, the jacket fluttered lightly, and Jing Jiu also came into the sky, just like Wang Xiaoming's shadow.

Wang Xiaoming's magic skill was indeed real. He sipped it, turned into black smoke, forcibly withdrew the control of Lieyang streamer, rolled up the fire in the clouds, and bombarded Jing Jiu.

There was a dull thunder in the sky.

The gloomy but burning cloud shattered like this, and then quickly spread out.

The wall of fire growing in the ground cracked down gradually until it disappeared.

Two straight lines appeared at the beginning of the dull thunder.

A line fell into front of the snowy mountains, and a line fell into the distance.

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There is a big pit in the wilderness in the distance.

Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes. The magic armor on his body had been broken into two pieces, blood was everywhere on his chest, and his face was pale like paper.

Black smoke swirled around him, and he suddenly opened his eyes and made a beast-like howl.

He couldn't think of it. At the most critical moment, Lieyangwa suddenly had a problem. He only knew that attacking the snowman who didn't know where he was, actually let Jingjiu pass!

In order to seize Qingtianjian, he prepared for such a long time, but now he is only in a state of embarrassment, and he has also destroyed a life-saving high-level magic weapon. gap!

Although the effect of this rift on Lieyang Stream is not too great, but how many people does he need to kill if he wants to re-finish to perfection?

What makes him angry and unwilling the most is, why should he be as good as Jing Jiu?

He rushed out of the bottom of the pit while holding the Lieyang streamer, and then he stepped into the air and continued to fight Jing Jiu.

Several sounds of breaking wind sounded, and Gao Ya came with several Xuanyin elders, looked at the scene in front of him, and hurried forward to stop him.

The leader suddenly disappeared from the general altar, and then there was a change in Lieyang stream, they knew something had happened, and when the fire of Lieyang stream dissipated, they hurried over, who knew that they saw such a picture.Even though they were dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoming's actions, these elders dared not do anything, and begged him to leave quickly.

This is already the northern foothill of Lengshan, very close to Baicheng, and today the Lieyang Banner has made such a big move that it will inevitably alarm those who are strong and decent.

If Zenzi and others hurried over and took the Lieyang streamer away, wouldn't Xuanyin religion be over?

When leaving, Wang Xiaoming glanced at Xueshan extremely bitterly, thinking that one day I will kill you!

Soon after the Xuanyin people left, the righteous strong man hurried over.

Here came Hezhenren from Kunlun School and Master Fengdao.

They stood in the clouds, looked at the desolated wasteland below and the collapsed snow mountain, frowned deeply, thinking what was going on here?

Those melting stones should have been burned by the Xuanyin Religious Yang stream, but who they dealt with, there was no trace left.

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Earlier.

The fire in front of the snowy mountain was extinguished.

The strong sun stream was taken away by Wang Xiaoming, and the rootless fires would naturally not be able to reignite, and those underground fires also returned to their original places.

Jing Jiu stood up and wiped off the snow on his face, his face pale, looking far away, frowning slightly.

Unexpectedly, there was still a magic armor on Wang Xiaoming's body, which was chopped by him with a sword, but it saved his life.

Xue Ji was still standing, looking down at the cosmic front holding her hands, feeling the breath above.

The surface of her body melted a lot, and the water fell to the ground, and it instantly became ice, but she did n’t seem to realize that she was not hurt by the fire of the Yanggang of the Yangyang Banner, probably because she had no fighting experience, or Because in her original cognition, human magic weapon like Lieyangwa could not cause essential harm to herself.

Jing Jiu came out of the snow and didn't even look at her, or even looked at the cosmic front in her hand, her figure suddenly disappeared, and she went a few miles away.

Qing Tianjian has regained his original size, resting quietly on the ground, Qinger waving his wings, looking at the direction of the snowy mountain, his face is full of panic and daze.

Jing Jiu said, "Go."

Qing'er woke up and pointed to Xueshan: "Your sword is still there."

Ignoring Jing Jiu, he reached out and picked up the Qingtianjian, tied it behind him with the white clothes burned by the Lieyang streamer, and then went a few miles away.

Tong Yan stood on the spot, looking at the figure that disappeared in the distance, thought it was a robbing?

Qinger didn't even notice that Tong Yan was left behind, reminding: "Your bugs are still there."

Jing Jiu didn't speak, thinking not to mention the cosmic front and chilling, even Fuji and Ada could not care, now how far they can go.

Soon, he carried Qingtianjian to a snowy mountain more than a hundred miles away.

He felt something was wrong, only to think that he should go south and should not walk in the snowy mountains.

There are no trees in the snowy mountains, and the cliff looks particularly clear.

He fell in front of the cliff and was silent for a while.

When the wind rose, the cosmic front floated.

Xue Ji was sitting on the sword, her figure was small, and her white hair was scattered behind her.

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly, the black pupil was deep and there was no emotion.