Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chuyang now only has four kinds of Sword Emperor cultivation, but after he swallowed up the first generation of nine Sword Lord's gods, his soul god's knowledge is powerful, it is truly the first in the world!

The divine consciousness was like a web of heaven and earth. Hundreds of husbands poured out in silence and silence. Chuyang closed his eyes like a sight. Only on the tip of a tall tower in the distance was a thin man dressed in white, floating on the top of the tower. In the morning sky, he was like a ghost with no quality.

He seemed to have been waiting to measure the entrance to the law enforcement hall, not close.

At this moment, his eyes were looking towards his side. At a distance of one hundred feet, Chuyang felt nothing but pain on his head as if he had been severely stabbed by a pointed needle.

Chu Yang was heartless.

It's so far away that you can still feel the killing machine! From this distance, the eyes are still so sharp! So, this person is also the lowest... you are a master!

Chu Yang lowered his head and stayed where he was, like a sentimental teenager, watching a swaying wildflowers on the side of the road, his eyes focused and deep.

But in his heart, a fierce fire suddenly rises!

My strength is restored!

I'm a sword emperor now!

Compared to each other, my strength is far off!

But I don't know how powerful my attack will be after this breakthrough!

This man is coming, it's a test gold stone!

The sharpening knife will break, but not the sharpening knife, but it will rust.

Sword Spirit did not speak or make any suggestions. Ever since Chuyang was restored, Sword Spirit knew that the fewer opportunities he had for future action, the better. Only by allowing Chuyang to survive a crisis alone can he grow up quickly!

And your role, or your life in the nine dead, is to cure the rage!

In Chuyang's heart, the will rose, but it was calm as ice and snow. Though his strength improved, he repaired it as a breakthrough, but it was still far from the other side.

Even if you want to sharpen the knife, you can't grind yourself to death!

A number of measures must be taken.

The next moment, Chu Yang raised his head gently, with a gentle smile on his face, like a teenager who was in the mood for a tour of the morning light and was in a very comfortable mood, his clothes floating one step out.

Go in the other direction.

This direction is the road to the outskirts of Wujin Town.

The road is full of green grass, wildflowers swinging, morning winds swinging in the sky, and clouds flying in the sky.

Chuyang just walked and stopped, carrying his hands, browsing both sides of the grass yellow flower, brows stretched, eyes warm, seemed to carry an unnamed teenager's lust, seemed to be in love with the great morning light, couldn't bear to shock the flower tree sleeping, warm, gentle, walking by.

Do not bring a piece of dust.

Walk outside Wujin Town.

At the moment he raised his head, Ma Lao San brushed far away from Hundred Pastors and opened a quick glance, just this glance, he determined: this young man with a gentle and soothing face, is his target today, the one to kill!

So far apart, even a junior master won't necessarily find me! Not to mention such a crippled teenager! So Lady Ma is not worried.

Then Lady Ma's body was like a ray of light, floating towards this side.

Later, he saw Chu Yang change direction and went outside the town. He couldn't help but hesitate.

Killing Chu Yang here is not bad, but... the Chu family's death in Wujin Town will inevitably trigger a fierce rebound. And this is a sensitive period for Chu Feilong, I'm afraid it will hinder him.

Any obstruction to Chu Feilong would be an obstacle to the 13th Master's plan.

Why don't you follow him and see where he goes, just a little bit more remote, and then do it, and come with a sign of destruction? Isn't it seamless?

So he slowed down, slowed down, followed far behind.

Though faced with a cripple who had not been repaired in the slightest, Lady Ma was not careless. In this world, any accident can happen - a phrase often hung in the mouth of the 13th Master.

Third Ma doesn't want any accidents while killing Chu Yang!

Seeing Chu Yang actually walked all the way out of town, looking at him was completely defenseless. Ma Lao's heart is full of joy! No wonder you wanted to die yourself.

The 13th Master's mission was so easy to accomplish.

To think of it, one cannot but despise Chu Feilong: being forced to do so by such a careless, unclean, and unwieldy man, Chu Feilong is a nine-heavenly ancestor.

When I get back from the mission, I must inform Master 13: Chu Feilong, this man is too busy to use!

The road ahead gradually widened, Chuyang clothes floated, walked leisurely, watched quietly, occasionally bowed down, smelled the wild grass wildflowers, and smiled happily on his face.

This kid's too sour.

Lao San Ma leaned on his mouth, while he was outside his twenty and thirty fathers. He also followed along.

However, he did not find that Chuyang had made three turns before choosing this path. Because this way, it's going against the wind. Morning breeze...

Every place he passes, at a distance of a dozen steps, he bends over, sniffs the wildflower on the left, walks a dozen more steps, sniffs the weed on the right...

Wrong left and right, it seemed irregular; but after he walked, if he watched, he would find that every grass leaf Chuyang had smelled, the direction of its extension, was his way, pointing directly to the center of the road. Every petal sniffed by Chuyang, the dew balls droop to slightly tilt the petals, is also the way to go! Still... direct to the center of the road!

Moreover, on the weed that Chuyang sniffed, the dew water on the petals of the wild flowers could not be perceived to change color, and then instantly returned to transparency.

Then, this drop of dew bead quickly evaporated into a thin mist of water, rising and doped in a light morning mist. As the morning wind blows in the face, these light mists are so concentrated towards the road behind Chuyang...

Slowly, behind Chuyang, as his robe slowly walked past, there was still a morning mist on the road, it seemed that Chuyang walked, not even the fog...

But it's all so hard to spot this morning mist all over the suburbs in the infinitely wonderful morning light.

Finally walked out of town.

Looking up at the hillside facing you, a circle of milky white morning mist slowly fluctuates and the scenery is fantastic.

Chu Yang took a deep breath and extended his arms, smiling comfortably: “It's really beautiful and comfortable. ”

As his arms stretched out, his palms naturally spread apart, tilting behind him for a moment, and then a light mist that his naked eyes could not examine, rose sharply in his palms.

The morning breeze drifted gently, taking away the mist from his palm and laying densely in the space behind him.

Chu Yang then seemed impatient and accelerated his footsteps.

Ma Lao's three-eyed eagle falcon behind him kept an eye on Chuyang's move. He saw his speed accelerate and naturally accelerated his footsteps.

By the time Chu Yang reached a small forest, Lao San Ma had reached the distance behind Chu Yang.

He broke into the mist that Chu Yang had just spilled.

Then Lady Ma felt like his mind suddenly tranced and then returned to normal. He shook his head amazingly, seemingly wondering, with his own fix, why did this trance occur?

But looking up, Chu Yang's body had entered the small forest and disappeared into the morning mist.

He couldn't think about it. He turned around and quietly saw no one.

He smiled silently and drifted into the woods like a cloud.

In the woods, the morning mist seems to be thicker.

But it was a natural phenomenon in the early morning. Lao San Ma had no doubt about anything else. He looked around and found no sign of Chuyang.

In my heart, I stood tall and stepped on the edge of the tree, looking at it with great vision. But Chuyang's light robe slowly found itself out of the woods, slowly turning into the valley over there.

It's still back-to-back, casual and elegant.

Ma Laoshan snorted and flew over without even thinking about it.

He had always been careful, and at a moment like this, his mind had also raised the question: how could he have gone so fast if he hadn't fixed it?

But somehow, although he doubted that aspect, he had no deep thoughts at all. Just one thought: catch up with him! Kill him!

He rushed over like a horse.

Cross the entrance to the valley and Ma Lao stopped for a moment.

In front of him, a young man with a light robe strap, with a Wen Wen smile on his face, his hands on his back, stood idly there, in his eyes, with a spring-water smile on his face.

He looked at himself like he was admiring a flower.

A brilliant bloody flower.

Cousin Ma touched each other's eyes, just felt that the other's eyes had changed from gentle spring water to amazing sword, shooting into his own eyes!

Ma Lao San was shocked, suddenly he felt a severe pain in his pupil, and took a step backwards, his pupil contracted sharply! He had no idea that he was a superior! Suddenly, he felt his eyes and had been injured!

His eyes were a little blurred, and he seemed to have a fierce sword, stirring in his own eyes!

Afraid, he closed his eyes and worked his luck hard, suddenly forcing the sword into his eyes out, two fine lines of blood, slipping from the corner of his closed eyes. The divine state suddenly became frightening.

When you open your eyes, your eyes are red.

The teenager opposite still had a slight sadness, a faint look at herself, her clothes floating, gently wiggling between the green grass saffron, and still no human fireworks.

Ma Laoshan's heart is sinking gradually, and he finds that his intelligence is seriously wrong!

At this moment, the mad curse in his heart cursed Chu Feilong: grass your father's, is this the nephew your mouth has been repaired to be abandoned? It's your mother, it's your mother, the pit man is not that pit...

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