The Path Toward Heaven

The clouds have dispersed and the sun has fallen on the green mountains, and each peak is clearly visible.

Shangdefeng was warmer.

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

Deep in Sword Prison.

Uncle Tailu's shouts turned into a low, unheard murmur to himself: "One? Is this one?"

In that lonely cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair, sensing the changes in the atmosphere of the heavens and the earth, silent for a while, and snorted softly.

Tianguangfeng's light is still the brightest, but the hole in the stele has become deeper.

Yuan Turtle under the stele slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, like the hole.

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

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On the old ruined temple.

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

When he was in the town's magic prison that year, he got help from the Emperor to become a ghost fairy sword, and he became a lot lighter and clearer than ordinary practitioners.

That's because the turbid air in his body was refined by soul fire, and the natural fairy fluttered.

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

Because he was still holding Nanchao's hand, his body floated, and he crossed the air with his right hand pointed at Nanchao's body.

In Guocheng Temple, his right hand was seriously injured by a cross-sea monk. Later, he searched for whetstones across the Chaotian continent, and it took a year to heal.

Now his right hand has been fully restored, sharper than ever.

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

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

Maybe at that time he already thought of today.

Looking at Jing Jiu floating up, Nanxian's eyes showed a very strong sense of vigilance.

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

With a humming sound, Jing Jiu disappeared from the place, I do not know where he went.

South tends to look down at his body and finds that there is a big hole there.

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

Southward vaguely understood something.

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 hole and was about to continue fighting. Suddenly he found that the opponent had turned into the ghost like he was now. He couldn't help but even forget the bad words.

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Well nine are flying.

He had never flown so fast, no matter when he was controlling the sword or when he was using the ghost fairy sword, whether it was past or present.

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

He vaguely felt that even Firth Sword Tour was not as fast as himself at this time.

This is not an accurate calculation and judgment, because at this time he has entered a state of non-things and non-self, the Tao is clear but chaotic.

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

Those cyan lines should be green mountains, the red lines should be the walls of Baotong Zen Temple, and they are also good for the hot pot in the state.

The occasional white spots may be shabu shabu rarely seen in Yizhou City.

Then he saw a piece of blue.

It's blue everywhere.

The sea and the sky are the same.

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The West Sea and the sky are the same.

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

After the sword rang, it ceased to sever, and made endless friction sounds.

I don't know if this is the sheath or the sheath.

Countless swords from heaven and earth gathered toward him, and the core was his right hand.

In the light, his figure is extremely tall, like a god, more like a giant who wants to cut the **** under the sword.

Suddenly Nanxiang's body faded.

Xihai sword **** Huo Ran looked up and stretched his fingers forward.

The Twelve-Floor Sword was called back, and it was broken into twelve pieces with the sound of crackling.

The broken sword body, like a severed pagoda, surrounded him in front of 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 dim ancient mirror.

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

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

Everyone felt it, but had no time to respond, or dare not respond.

Hundreds of Daoshan Feijian bowed his head slightly, indicating surrender, but only two swords did not seem to want to express what it meant.

Bai Zhenren turned his head around, looking to the south with a strange face.

Bu Qiuxiao raised his eyebrows when he felt the fear from the dragon tail.

What sword is coming?

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When the Jianguang just appeared in the horizon, the south trend moved.

He disappeared from the place.

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

Only moments later, he reached the extremely high sky.

He didn't dare to take the sword directly, and fled!

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

The next moment, the sword light came to the West Sea.

The sea was illuminated, as if the rising sun rose again.

The breath of that sword was very ordinary, not cold, nor lonely, no intention of killing, no other taste, as if it were flying swords everywhere, simple.

Only people like Nanchao and Baizhenren will find that this simplicity is actually complicated and extremely indifferent, as is the case with the so-called anti-Park return to truth.

The sword light passed through the original position of Nanchao and continued to move forward.

Xihai Sword God stood in the sky there.

He had been adjusted to the peak, and he did not hesitate to welcome the sword.

There are countless huge tides on the sea ... and then it is calm in an instant.

Jian Guang didn't stop, so he flew past.

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

The sword **** of the West Sea soared a blood, facing up to the sky and falling towards the sea.

A massive thing at the top of the sky was seriously injured by a sword!

The goal of that sword light was not him, it was just a pass!

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

That sword light hit the West Sea Sword God without stopping, and even the speed did not slow down at all, and continued to kill forward.

The sky was bright.

The disciples of the Xihai Sword School fell to the sea one after another, but they did not know how many were injured or injured instantly.

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

A moment later, a deep and painful wailing came from deep under the sea.

That huge shadow is slowly disintegrating.

The sea water was gradually getting red.

At this time, the south trend had avoided the high sky.

That Jianguang chased after.

Countless sights passed.

Between the few breaths, countless traces appeared in the sky.

South trend is ahead, Jian Guang is back.

The speed at which this trend is exhibited is beyond the imagination of practitioners.

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

Those traces are getting weaker.

It shows that the south trend and the sword light are getting farther and farther from the ground.

Until I can no longer see.

But none looked away and still looked up at the sky.

I don't know how long after that, it suddenly rained in the sky.

People know that South Trend is dead.

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In the barren mountains.

South looked towards the surrounding mountains.

The ruined temple and black coffin, as well as those stones, have become the finest powder.

That was the two swords he and Jingu cut out.

Flowers, trees, and cliff stones are all mixed together and can no longer be separated.

Nanchao understood that.

Is this one of everything?

He thought in silence, then closed his eyes.

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West Sea.

Jing Jiu and South Trend are in a virtual world, standing apart from each other by dozens of feet.

Remove the grudges and hatred between Qingshan and Kirishima, and look at the history of the heavenly continent. In terms of kendo, they are the two closest people.

In the last days, they had a conscious conversation.

Jing Jiu asked, "Are you still you?"

Nancha's pale face with a slight sullen mood ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ying said: "Of course I am me."

Jing Jiu asked, "Who is he then?"

Nan Tzu said, "He is him."

Jing Jiu said, "It makes sense."

Nanchao asked, "Who are you? Everything is one?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'm Jingyang."

Nancha understood, and looked at him with so much emotion: "Well a peerless sword, but a peerless person."

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Aoyama has a sword that he has always wanted to see but dare not see.

There was also a person he had always wanted to see but did not dare to see.

Today, we have seen the South Trend, and it is time to return.

His body dissipated into countless light spots and spread out.

This is true of all the big things, not to mention he is the body of the sword ghost.

Jing Jiu's line of sight fell down with those light spots.

The light spots crossed the virtual environment, stained with water vapor, and turned into water droplets, which gradually gathered into rain and fell.

Those raindrops fell on the sea without splashing.

The sea red with whale blood was still so calm.

That's it for a thousand years.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu was a little bit emotional and said, "Fengping I, the waves are quiet."

He forgot that it was a realm, no air, no sound.

There was a silence between heaven and earth.

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(Most of the innings in the West China Sea have been carried out. I wrote the outline for this paragraph yesterday. I calculated it yesterday, plus revisions and the like, I was afraid that it would exceed 60,000 words. Fortunately, the effect presented at the end is I think Yes, I hope everyone likes it too.)

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