The Path Toward Heaven

Clouds and mist have dispersed, the sun is shining down the green mountains, and every peak is clearly visible.

Shang Defeng was warmer.

The corpse dog no longer narrowed his eyes, looked up at the falling sky, and his eyes were warm.

Deep inside the sword prison.

Uncle Tailu ’s shouting turned into a low, unspeakable murmur: "One? Is this one?"

In that lonely cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair, sensing the change in the atmosphere of the world, and then being silent for a while, let out a soft bang.

The light of Tianguang Peak is still the brightest, but the hole in the stele becomes deeper and deeper.

The tortoise under the monument slowly opened his eyes, his eyes deep, like the hole.

Fang Jingtian looked at the hole in the stone tablet and said with emotion: "Master, you are right."

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On the once broken temple.

The bottom of Jing Jiu's feet left the ground and floated like this.

In the town of Demon Prison, when he got the help of Hades to become a ghost sword, he became much lighter and clearer than ordinary practitioners.

That is because the turbid gas in his body was refined by the soul fire, and the natural fairy fluttered.

He floated at this time, but it was different from usual, more like an inhuman feeling, like a flag in the wind, a sail on the sea.

Because he still held Nanchu's hand, his body floated up, and he lay in the air, his right hand aimed at Nanchu's body.

In the Guocheng Temple, his right hand was seriously injured by the crossing monk, and then he searched for whetstones across Chaotian mainland, which took a year to heal.

Now his right hand has been fully recovered, sharper than before.

He is also familiar with this posture, whether he is flying in the cold mountain ground or when he is making a hole in another place.

That is to sharpen the sword, but also to get used to it in advance.

Perhaps at that time he had already thought of today.

Looking at Jing Jiu floating, Nan Tzu's eyes showed a strong sense of vigilance.

But even before the idea was too late to appear in his mind, Jing Jiu flew out.

With a buzzing sound, Jing Jiu disappeared from the original place, I don't know where he went.

Nan Tzu looked down at his body and found a big hole there.

There is nothing in the cave, just like the round window of the Zen room in Sanqian Temple, where you can see spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything in the world.

Nan Tzu vaguely understood what.

The white cat crouched in the grass and stared at him, his eyes full of sympathy and cruelty.

Nan Wang flew out of the cliff cave and was about to continue fighting. Suddenly, he found out that the other party had become the ghost of the present.

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Jing Jiu is flying.

He has never flown so fast, no matter when he is controlling the sword, or when he uses the ghost sword, whether it is in the past life or this life.

All the pictures on the ground are turned into lines of various colors and swept back quickly.

He vaguely felt that even Firth's Sword Tour was not as fast as he was.

This is not accurate calculation and judgment, because at this time he has entered a state of non-things and non-self, Dao Xin is empty but chaotic.

Strangely, in this state, he can see the reality of heaven and earth from those colored lines.

Those cyan lines should be green mountains, and the red lines should be the walls of Baotong Temple, and also benefit the hot pot of the state city.

Occasionally, white spots with star spots may be the mandarin duck pots rarely seen in Yizhou City.

Then he saw a blue.

Blue everywhere.

Haitian is the same.

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Xihai and blue sky are the same.

Liu Ci stood between the sky and the sea, holding the Chengtian scabbard in his left hand, and pulled out the invisible sword in his right hand.

After the sound of the sword sounded, it would no longer be cut off, and there would be a continuous sound of friction.

I don't know if this is a return or return.

The countless sword intentions between heaven and earth come to him, and the core is his right hand.

His figure was extremely tall in the light, like a god, more like a giant who would cut the god under the sword.

Suddenly Nan Nan's body became lighter.

Xihai Sword God Huo Ran raised his head and reached forward.

The Twelve Chonglou Sword was called back, with a crackling sound, it broke into twelve pieces.

The broken sword body, like a cut pagoda, surrounded him, forming an extremely strong barrier.

Liu Ci fell sword!

There is no wind in the sky, like frozen ice, and the sea is calm, like a dark ancient mirror.

This absolute silence gives a strong sense of tearing, and the sky and the sea seem to drift away.

As the sword fell, the world seemed to be separated.

Everyone felt it, but it was too late to make any response, or dare not make any response.

Hundreds of Qingshan Feijian bowed their heads slightly, expressing surrender, only the two swords did not do it, it seemed to want to express what they meant.

Huo Ran, the real person, turned his head and looked to the south with a strange face.

Bu Qiuxiao felt the fear from the dragon-tailed inkstone and raised her eyebrows slightly.

What sword is it?

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When the sword light just appeared on the horizon, Nan Tzu moved.

He disappeared from his place.

In the clear blue sky, five groups of smoke and dust appeared at the same time, each group of smoke and dust was separated by several miles.

In an instant, he reached the extremely high sky.

He did not dare to take the sword head-on, and fled!

The moment before, the sword light was still in the sky.

The next moment, that sword light came to the Xihai.

The sea is illuminated, as if the rising sun rises again.

The breath of the sword is very ordinary, not cold, nor lonely, no killing intention, no other taste, as if it is a flying sword everywhere, simple.

Only people such as Nan Trend and Bai Zhenren will find this simple reality to be extremely complicated and indifferent. This is true of the so-called anti-simpleness.

The sword light passed through the place where Nan Tzu was originally and went on.

Xihai Jianshen stood in the sky there.

He has been adjusted to the peak state, and he did not hesitate to meet the sword light.

Countless giant tides emerged from the sea ... and then calmed down instantly.

Jianguang didn't stay, so he flew over.

In the crackling sound, the twelve heavy floor swords shattered.

Xihai Sword God soared out of blood, looking up to the sky and falling towards the sea.

A big thing on the sky, was seriously injured by a sword!

That Jianguang's goal is not him, just crossing the road!

People who saw this scene were shocked and speechless, and even Bai Zhenren felt a chill.

The sword light hit the Xihai Sword God without stopping, and even the speed did not slow down, and continued to kill forward.

The sky was bright and bright.

The disciples of the Xihai sword faction fell into the sea one after another, but they didn't know how many deaths and injuries they had in a moment.

Jianguang suddenly entered the sea, then flew again, disappeared from people's eyes, and went to the sky.

A moment later, a deep and painful cry came from the bottom of the sea.

The huge shadow is slowly disintegrating.

The sea water was gradually stained red.

At this time, Nan Trend had already avoided the high sky.

The sword light chased past.

Countless eyes looked at it.

Between the counts, countless traces appeared in the sky.

South tends to be ahead, Jianguang is behind.

The speed of Nan Tzu's development is beyond the imagination of practitioners.

But he still couldn't get rid of this sword.

Those traces are getting weaker.

It shows that Nan Trend and that sword light are getting farther and farther away from the ground.

I can't see it anymore.

But no one looked back, still looking up at the sky.

I don't know how long it has passed, and it suddenly rained in the sky.

People know that Nan Tzu is dead.

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Barren mountains.

South tends to the surrounding mountains.

The broken temple, the black coffin, and the stones have all become the finest powder.

That was the two swords he cut with Jing Jiu.

Flowers, trees, cliffs and water vapor are all mixed together and can no longer be separated.

Nan Tzu understood the truth.

Is this everything?

He meditated silently, then closed his eyes.

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West Sea.

Jing Jiu and Nan Nan are in a virtual environment, standing across dozens of feet.

Apart from the grudges and grudges between Qingshan and Kirishima, and looking at the history of the continent, they are the two closest people in terms of kendo.

In the last days, they had a dialogue of consciousness.

Jing Jiu asked, "Are you still you?"

Nan Tzu's pale face was slightly distressed, and he said, "Of course I am."

Jing Jiu asked, "Who is he then?"

Nan Trend said: "He is him."

Jing Jiu said: "reasonable."

Nan Tzu asked: "Who are you? Everything is one?"

Jing Jiu said, "I am Jingyang."

Nan Chu understood, and looked at him with emotion: "What a peerless sword, what a peerless person."

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Aoyama had a sword he had always wanted to see but he dared not see.

There is also a person he always wanted to see but he dare not.

Today, Nan Tzu has all met, and it is time to return.

His body dissipated into countless light spots and spread out.

This is true of all things, not to mention that he is a sword ghost.

Jing Jiu's eyes fell down with the light spots.

Those light spots crossed the virtual realm, stained with some water vapor, and then turned into water droplets, which gradually gathered into rain and fell.

Those raindrops fell on the sea without splashing any waves.

The sea that was stained with whale blood was still so calm.

This is a thousand years.

Looking at the scene, Jing Jiu rarely felt emotion, saying: "Feng Ping I, the waves are quiet."

He forgot that it was a virtual place, there was no air, and there was no sound.

The world is quiet.

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(Most of the West Sea board has been in progress. The detailed outline I wrote for this paragraph was calculated yesterday. With the addition of amendments and the like, I am afraid that it will exceed 60,000 words. Fortunately, the final effect is what I think I hope everyone likes it.)