The Path Toward Heaven

Not everyone understood the meaning of Jing Jiu and Xi Lai saying "sad" at the same time.

Zhao Layue knew vaguely, Liu Shisui knew it completely, so the two of them felt the heat on their faces earlier than Zhuo Rusui.

Elder Sun completely misunderstood the meaning, thinking that these two Kendo predecessors and strong men saw the problems in their own practice, and their faces became pale.

The next moment he and the people outside the street really understood the meaning of Jing Jiu and Xihai Jianshen.

"How old is it?" Jing Jiu looked at Peng Lang and asked.

That was a gentle voice that the disciples of Qingshan had never heard.

Peng Lang didn't know why this senior real person would ask this question, and he didn't dare to answer it. He pulled the index for a long time and said with some uncertainty: "One hundred and forty-five?"

Even after a few years of difference, Jing Jiu's mood was slightly better.

At that time, he and Bai Zao were trapped in the snowfield, and naturally this kid was not encountered.

Looking further ahead, when he soared, this kid was not born yet, so he can't blame him for failing to pass.

Jing Jiu looked to the guys outside the street, and their eyes moved on the faces of Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Zhuo Rusui and others, and finally fell on Ping Yongjia.

——If Zhao Layue's temperament is colder, don't always think about the failure of his ascension in the first few years, if Liu Shisui did not go to the Xihai Jianpai undercover, but concentrate on practice, if Zhuo Rusui's temperament Be calmer, put the spirit of telling things a little more on Kendo, and complain less in the belly, or it can be almost the same.But when it comes to talent, only Ping Yongjia can beat this kid named Peng Lang.

Thinking of these things, he sighed, thinking it was a pity, why is this kid not a disciple of Qingshan?

The most troublesome thing is that he has now become the head of mercy, and Qingshan is not good to grab it again.

This is different from the fact that he sent Liu Shisui to Yimaozhai to be the master.

The long street was silent, and everyone understood the meaning in Jing Jiu's eyes and heard his sigh.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were psychologically prepared, but their faces were slightly warm, and Zhuo Rusui was ashamed and shouted, "I can't fight anymore!"

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Jing Jiu and Xi Lai had only Peng Lang in their eyes at this time, and naturally they would not continue for the time being.

Jing Jiu is relatively better. After all, there are many talented young generations in Qingshan Sect, and there is even a Ping Yongjia, although his temperament is a little too weak.

Xilai ’s reaction was even greater, because the Xihai sword faction had been destroyed and Kirishima was cut off from the world. To whom could his sword sword be passed?

In these three days, he prepared his own affairs, and he wanted to determine how the ten successors he had selected that year were present, which was ultimately undesirable.

As a result, he saw Peng Lang today.

Biasing the other party is unkind.

"Are you willing to inherit my sword?"

His eyes were quiet and focused, and everyone could feel his seriousness.

"Do not."

Peng Lang rejected the proposal without thinking.

Although he had a very short time to get away from Fengshan, he also knew that Xihai Jianpai was a dead enemy without mercy.

What else do you need to think about?Just like when he rushed toward Emperor Xiao with the sword, he hadn't thought about it before standing before Elder Sun.

It was precisely because he did not want that he would have such a terrible kendo talent, even Jing Jiu and Xihai Sword God felt pity.

Xilai heard his answer and was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "You will see."

what did you see?

Naturally, he saw the true meaning of his sword.

Peng Lang understood what he meant and said, "But you don't have a sword."

Without swords, how come Kendo?

"After losing to you that year, I abandoned the Twelve Chonglou Sword."

Xilai Wangxiang Jingjiu said: "Today I also want to invite you to take a look at my newly realized swordsmanship."

Where the words fell, a very faint and ethereal atmosphere emerged from the ruins of the antique shop, slashing towards Jingjiu at an unimaginable speed.

The breath faded to the extreme, there was no color, and there was no wind, but it was so sharp.

That's sword intention.

This sword meaning comes from the ancient tripod in the ruins.

A sword rang through the Long Street.

A sword light appeared in front of Jing Jiu, extremely bright.

Jing Jiu retreated a few miles away.

White fluttered and fell.

There was another extremely weak sword, born from the street wall.

This sword meaning does not come from any substance, but a crack in the brick wall.

Immediately afterwards, more and more sword intentions were born from the stone cracks, from the tiles, from the eaves, from anywhere.

Hundreds of sword lights appeared at the same time around Jing Jiu's body, and the sound of crisp sword sounds kept coming.

Where did these swords come from?

Countless sword intentions were born from the real things and the lines of nothingness, and fell towards Jing Jiu without any pause.

For example, the door panel and the gap between the door panel, the wind and the traces of the petals blown by the wind.

What kind of kendo realm is this?

When those sword intentions meet Jing Jiu's sword intentions, a sword light will be born.

Countless sword lights are like lines drawn with bright colors, covering his face, and vaguely only see more and more breaks in the white clothes.

Xilaiwang said to Peng Lang: "Anything can be a sword, such as rain, such as a glacier, or even a thread."

Peng Lang has only practiced the most obvious swordsmanship in Wuenmen's introductory swordsmanship, but his talent is extremely amazing, and he can naturally feel what the meaning of those swords born out of nothing means.

He knows that this is the sword sword that Xihai Sword God wants him to inherit and learn. He doesn't want to see it, but how can he stop this temptation?

Even the Qingshan people watching the battle, looking at the street intently, caring about the situation of the real person in charge, was shocked by the realm of Kendo displayed by Xilai.

When they discovered that Xilai still had time to speak with Peng Lang, it was so relaxed and indifferent, and his expression could not help becoming extremely grim. Only Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were calm.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Qingshan Zongkai School met a sword of all things in Jianfeng, and thus realized the true meaning of kendo. Only then did today have Qingshan."

Xilai Wangxiang Jingjiu said: "The first page of the Qingshan Swords is written with the words" Everything and One Sword. "It says that everything can be a sword. Am I wrong?"

Hearing this sentence, the real person of Guangyuan thought of a certain possibility, and his face became extremely ugly.

Zhao Layue glanced at Ping Yongjia and thought of Jing Jiu's words to himself many years ago-it was sometimes a monkey, sometimes a flower, sometimes a mushroom, sometimes a stone, of course, Many times it is a sword.

One sword can transform everything.

Everything can be a sword.

The four words written by the Qingshan Zongkai Patriarch on the first page of the Jiandian are the true meaning of Qingshan Kendo.

Who would have thought that Xilai had realized and mastered the true meaning of Qingshan Sect's swordsmanship!

is this real?

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Jing Jiu and Xi Lai fell on the long street of Ohara City, the sky regained its calm, and the sea of ​​clouds torn apart by the two sword lights gradually closed together.

After the scars of the torn wound are scarred, they tend to become tougher and have obvious bulges, as does Yunhai.

The thickening white cloud has a gloomy face, blocking the scorching sun in summer, bringing a trace of coolness and countless thousands of drops of rain to Ohara City.

The torrential rain fell without warning, on the bluestone slab, and in the rubble, wet the dust into mud, and splashed into countless points.

Everything can be a sword, and rainwater is connected into a silk, which is the best source of sword intention.

Countless sword lights illuminate around Jing Jiu's body, and then disappear.

The white clothes cut out of countless openings were wet by the rain, and some languished droopingly.

"Yes, this is indeed the sword of all things handed down from the patriarch."

Jing Jiu's voice floated out of the rain and sword light.

Hearing this sentence, people no longer doubted, Peng Lang opened his mouth slightly, shocked and speechless.

Even the expressions of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui became extremely dignified.

Thousands of years ago, Nan Tzu wanted to worship the Qingyuan Sect's Daoyuan real person as a teacher, but was expelled tragically, so that there would be so many grudges and hatred behind.

Who would have thought that after a thousand years, his apprentice Xilai actually realized Qingshanzong's supreme sword way!

Worthy of being a peerless swordsman genius, Xihai Sword God deserves his name, even the word Xihai should be removed now.

If Nan Tzu knows this matter, he will be extremely pleased.

If Xilai could completely defeat Jing Jiu with Qingshan Sect's swordsmanship, it would be a perfect victory.

At this moment, the rain stopped suddenly.

It's not that rainwater stopped here, but rainwater stopped in place.

Even if it is a downpour, it is not really a scoop of water, but consists of countless raindrops, just to see the size of the raindrops and the number of drops to distinguish the rain.

Some raindrops are as large as soybeans, and some raindrops are somewhat deformed, like squashed gold leaves.

Some raindrops have just left the clouds, and some raindrops have fallen on the bluestone slab and are bursting into four petals.

Some raindrops swept over Peng Lang's nose, and some raindrops had buried half of his body in the silk in white clothes.

All these raindrops stopped.

Stop at your place.

Or still.

Those swords floating out of the rain silk and the slabs of stone gradually disappeared, because everything was still.

Those sword lights gradually faded away, and then dispersed, like the fireworks that were going to die.

"But that's not my sword of everything."

Jing Jiu came out.

The fireworks dispersed.

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(In the previously written novels, a chapter is often divided into upper, middle and lower, and occasionally again and then again and again and again, and the road is rare, because the ability to take chapter names has been strengthened. In addition, this story has been deliberately Go down the path of peace and try your best to save pen and ink, so there will not be a particularly large battle plot. The battle between Jing Jiu and Xilai is also very simple, but after all, the title of the chapter of all things and one sword is officially given out. Divide up and down. Last month, as of today, it is guaranteed that the daily average is more than 3,000. At that time, it was ridiculed. Was it a lot? For a 42-year-old middle-aged man, there are really many, good Is done.)