The Path Toward Heaven

Yin San is now at most the level of traveling in the wilderness, and it is not a real Taiping.

Jing Jiu knew that there was a problem with his health, and he could not pose a real threat to Qingshan Sect.

Qingshan Sect's biggest enemy is still the master and disciple of the south and west.

Looking at the broken temple in the field of vision, and looking at the red lantern swaying in the wind, Jing Jiu repeated the calculation of these days again quickly.

At that time, Nanchu's first son sword was taken away by Qingshan and kept in the palace until the battle of Yuntai was taken out, and finally returned to the Xihai sword school.

Qingshan Zong determined that Xihai did not send the first son sword back to Kirishima.

Why didn't Nan Trend get his sword back?

Others can't understand it, but he guessed a possibility because of his experience.

Nan Tzu refined himself into a sword ghost, so he no longer needed his first son sword.

If so, where did the sword ghost of Nansu go now?Xihai or Qingshan?

What's important is that if the southern ghost sword ghost went somewhere else, what is this southern trend in the black coffin?

A cold body or something like a scabbard?

Will this southern trend in the coffin wake up?

Thinking of these things, he had come to the broken temple with Nan Wang.

Qingshanzong has already started in the West Sea, and they will extinguish this red lantern at this time.

The red lantern may be a magical skill of the Nanman Ministry, which can recall the sword ghosts of Nanchu from thousands of miles away.

If you want to completely kill the southern trend, this thing must be destroyed.

"Southern Forget?"

Nan Zheng came out of the broken temple and looked at the silver bell, a little girl who was similar to himself but more coquettish and arrogant, with incredible emotion on his face.

When Nan Wang became the master of Qingrong Peak in Qingshan, he completely wiped out the remnants of the southern vein of the tribe, which was very cruel and cruel.

Nanzheng is one of those people, and the hatred towards her is naturally deep, even if he knows that he is not an opponent, he attacks him.

Nan Wan's ten fingers flicked, and countless looming sword strings appeared around the broken temple, woven into a net.

The mountain breeze fell on those sword strings and produced a variety of voiceless voices, which was very touching.

There were countless loud noises, and Nanzheng's body blew countless blood, flew back, crashed through the back wall of the old temple, and directly smashed into the mountain without knowing his life or death.

Nan Wang ignored her, walked to the red lantern in front of the broken temple, and closed her eyes.

She is now the true god enshrined by the Nanman tribe, and naturally there is a way to break the Nanshen's magical skills, but only at a price.

After a while, her body shook twice, her face pale.

The red lantern spontaneously ignited without fire and soon burned to ashes.

Nan Wang opened his eyes, looked at the black coffin in the temple, and motioned Jing Jiu to stand behind him.

The white cat squatted on Jing Jiu's shoulder and looked at the black coffin. His eyes were full of vigilance and fear. His long hair had already exploded and turned into an angry dandelion.

Nan Wang walked into the broken temple, stood in front of the black coffin, bent his fingers and tapped twice on the coffin lid.

The coffin cover of the black coffin slowly slid open, revealing the south's thin, short and old body.

Nan Wang was silent for a while, his chest slightly undulated, and then his right hand fell like lightning, hitting Nan Tzu's chest.

A crackling sound.

There are countless bright lights in her eyes.

The sword string around the broken temple, as her right hand fell, like a fishing net, tied the black coffin.

Without any sound, the black coffin shattered into the finest powder, and Nanchu's clothing shattered into similar particles.

Nan Tzu's body was unscathed, still so skinny, like a corpse.

Nan Wang's eyes became brighter, the sword intention was urged to the extreme, and he continued to attack with unprovoked swordsmanship.

Countless sounds popped up one after another.

Those sword strings were broken in turn, curled back, and finally turned back to the body of the Jinsejian.

Jinsejian became much darker and obviously damaged seriously.

Nan Wang is silent and wonders how high the realm is. How can he resist the flying sword with his body?

Looking at the scene, Jing Jiu realized that his calculations were incomplete.

The broken temple was full of debris.

The burning red lantern turned into several green smoke.

Nan Tzu opened his eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to find me."

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The water around Shao Ming Island has turned into ice, and Taiping people cannot escape from the bottom of the sea, and can only continue to hide on the island.

The cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School, the bitter boat of Yi Mao Zhai, and the lotus cloud of Guocheng Temple have all come to this side of the world, enclosing the whole island.

When the Xihai Shanmen Grand Formation opened inexplicably, the huge shadow of the sea was moving towards Shaoming Island Expressway.

It was the Xiongjian Sect's Zhenpai flying whale, with a huge body. Even if it sneaked in the deep sea, it still brought countless waves and attracted many people's attention.

The parade of flying whales in the deep sea was even faster than in the sky, and it didn't take long to arrive more than seventy miles away from Shao Ming Island.

Going further is the hard giant ice.

Accompanied by a deep but loud long cry, the flying whale broke through the sea, with uncountable seawater, and rushed towards Shao Ming Island.

Seeing it in such a decisive posture, it was actually preparing to crush the entire Shao Ming Island with its huge body.

Is this to prove the innocence of the Xihai sword faction with his own death?

The practitioners of the Zhongzhou School, Yimaozhai, Guocheng Temple and other denominations will naturally not stop this matter, but just watch with cold eyes in the sky.

Qingshanzong will not accept such development.

If Xihai Jianpai really killed Taiping real people, how can Qingshan Zongfa Xihai continue?

More importantly, how can the Taiping real people also be the predecessors of the Qingshan Sect, how can the characters of the ancestor level kill the evil animals of the Xihai sword faction?

All I could hear was a cold, furious and bloodthirsty drunk in the Qingshan Jianzhou: "Dirty beast!"

This loud drink echoed between the world and the countless gusts of wind were rolled up, the sound was extremely alarming.

The practitioners of various denominations were shocked to think, which is the peak leader of the Qingshan Sect?

Bu Qiuxiao and others still remember the battle of Yuntai, when the flying whale was stepped into the sea by Yuan Qi whale. Wasn't this an expert?

Thinking of these things, I saw a strange bird suddenly appear in the sky, and the strange long tail gleamed in the sun.

The strange bird flew to the flying whale at an unimaginable speed, cursing: "Do you want to die!"

The sectarians of all denominations were startled, and only then did they know that it was they who spoke.

Compared with the huge body of the flying whale, the strange bird is like a little black spot, but the violent wind that followed it is extremely terrible.

Numerous huge waves rolled up in the sea, flapping the ice around Shao Ming Island, and actually opened several cracks.

The tail of the strange bird is extremely long, like a sword, with countless fierce flashes.

There are countless wounds on the surface of the body of the flying whale, and countless blood overflows and falls like a waterfall.

The strange bird smiled triumphantly, and flew back to Qingshan Jianzhou.

The flying whale uttered a painful and low hum, and fell towards the surface of the sea, diving into the bottom of the sea, and dared not show his head again.

Some practitioners were shocked and asked: "What is this strange bird?"

He Wei looked at the cold-horned bird shivering tremblingly under his eyes, hoping to turn away, and was so annoyed that he did not want to answer this question.

Bu Qiuxiao said: "This is Qingshanzong's guard, Yinfeng."

Hearing this answer, the practitioners of various denominations had a tingling scalp, which was once again shocked by the power of the Qingshan Sect.

This only looking at the Qingshan Zhenshou like the long-tailed golden pheasant with the tail as the sword, it seems like a big practice spiritualist who has been immersed in kendo for many years!

The real man Liu Ci hasn't yet shown his sword, Yuan Qi whale didn't even show up, plus this Yin Feng lord ... What if the Xihai sword god is stronger?

When the strong winds hit, Qingshan Jianzhou shook slightly, Yinfeng fell on the deck, raised his head proudly, and walked towards the cabin.

Its tail feathers have been stained red by whale blood and kept dripping on the deck.

Looking at this scene, the disciples on Shang Defeng were proud and afraid.In particular, several elders such as Chi Yan and Duan Liantian have heard some stories of the civil strife of Qingshan, and know how many strong men of the Qingshan and the dead dogs have killed ... They are silent and dare not speak.

Only Yushan Sister held a small boxing fist, her eyes gleamed, shouting, "Master Yinfeng is so handsome!"

Yin Feng nodded slightly, expressing appreciation, and walked into the cabin.

Yuan Qi whale sat cross-legged in the cabin, closed his eyes and meditated.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the stained blood stained on Yinfengwei feathers.

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Zhongzhou sent on the cloud boat.

Thinking about the previous scene, Bai Zao seriously asked: "Is it possible for both parties to reach an agreement?"

Bai Zhenren said: "Impossible. Because Qingshan Sect paid too much. Whether it is flying sword, immortality, spar, or seventeen sword boats, it is a huge consumption. It is Yunmeng Mountain who wants to prepare this. A war also consumes decades of accumulation. The conditions of Qingshan must be extremely harsh, and it is impossible for Jianxi to agree. "

At this moment, the peaceful voice of Liu Cizhen spread all over the Xihai and fell in the ears of every practitioner: "Our condition is to dissolve the Xihai Sword School, which is co-managed by the schools of the right way, and you must leave, and With the sword ghost taking a poisonous oath, he will not return to Chaotian Continent for life, otherwise he will be killed by Tianlei. "

Xihai Jianshen certainly cannot accept such a condition, so he did not speak at all.

He looked in the direction of Shao Ming Island and looked at the big ship that was looming in the clouds, and was silent for a moment.

Su Ziye once said that the Zhongzhou faction and the Xihai teamed up to do something, but today the Zhongzhou faction has always remained quiet.

He knows why, if Xihai does not come up with real means to let the world see the hope of overcoming Qingshan, talking about two real people will never come forward.

Xihai Jianshen retracted his gaze and looked at Liu Ci with a blank expression and said, "I came from the sea."

His voice also spread throughout the West Sea.

This is the sea.

What he said was not the sea.

Xihai Sword God went on to say: "I grew up in that fog since I was a child, learning swordsmanship. From the first day, I didn't believe the sword came out of the mountain."

The practitioners of all denominations were in an uproar.

Bu Qiuxiao's expression became dignified.

Xihai Sword God is equivalent to admitting his origin.

He is a disciple of the ancestor of Kirishima in the South China Sea.

This was a matter of long speculation in the practice community of the Chaotian mainland, and it was finally confirmed today.

"A lot of people came today, which is good."

The indifferent vision of Xihai Jianshen swept across the boats in the sky.

"The world can finally know, who is the strongest of Kendo in the same vein between you and Kirishima?"

After saying this, he slowly opened his right hand.

The Twelve Heavy House Sword returned from a distance and fell into his hands.

He looked at Liu Ci and said, "Please."

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The barren mountain and broken temple have collapsed.

The skinny little old man stood in the ruins, watching Nan Wang quietly.

The white cat was lying on Jing Jiu's shoulders, the long hair that had exploded had already gone down, the tail was sullied, there was no previous power.

Jing Jiu's eyes crossed Nan Wang's head and fell on the old man's body, making certain things.

Instead of building himself into a sword ghost, Nan Tzu took a path contrary to him.

He reversed cultivation into a sword, and then raised ghosts.

The spiritual soul of the practitioner is raised together with the flying sword in Jian Wan until the spirit is born, that is the sword ghost.

The sword ghost is very weak, and only when the practitioners have broken through the sky, can they float in the wind, endlessly, and extremely powerful, almost inborn invisible sword body.

The problem is that if the practitioners let the sword ghost go far away, they would not be able to control the sword themselves, and they would be easily killed.

So neither Pei Baifa, who has died, nor Xilai, will choose this method of combat.

However, Nan Tzu turned himself into a sword, so he didn't have to worry about this issue.

Sword ghosts can kill people, and swords can kill people too.

Before the sword is destroyed, the sword ghost is immortal.

This is really an incredible idea, a great way to shake the earth.

Without the first trend of the first son sword, thinking for centuries in Kirishima, he actually built a completely different sword way, which is really extreme.

At the peak of the end of the year, Jing Jiu once told Zhao Layue that being able to walk out of a new path is the most difficult thing in practice.

This is the real predecessor.

Jing Jiu was somewhat admired, thinking that Kirishima's ancestors were indeed the most remarkable figures in thousands of years.

Just like him and his brother.

Thinking of these things, he stopped Nan Wang, who wanted to continue fighting, and walked to Nan Nan before reaching out his right hand.

For Nanxiu, Jing Jiu's current state is so low that he hasn't looked at him at all.

Until this time.

Nan Tzu's eyes fell on his face and he paused for a long time.

The waste mountain abandoned temple is very quiet.

Nan Tzu looked at his face and said, "It's a perfect sword, it seems familiar."

Jing Jiujing looked at him quietly without saying anything, and still stretched out his right hand.

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(In Xu Ke ’s old version of Shushan, Zheng Shaoqiu returned to the mountain after he got into the magic, and once saw the sword and felt emotion: a good sword of justice, it seems that he once met.