Sword of Coming

That Giant Dharma Manifestation by Qi Jingchun, white and ethereal, sits abruptly on the northernmost map of Eastern Aquarius Continent.

The sea of ​​clouds was rolling and surging, slowly pressing down, constantly approaching Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun looked up, smiling freely.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a majestic voice rang out: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know Heavenly Dao is selfless! As a Confucian student, you are forgiven for giving birth to a compassion for Black Pearl Paradise. If you change your mind at this time, there is still room."

Accompanied by the immortal's words from the sky, it seemed as if thunders rolled away in the sea of ​​clouds, those flashes of lightning and thunder continued to seep out from the seabed end of the cloud.

The words are followed.

Another the immortal said with a smile: "What nonsense with this nerd! If you want to do the feat of being able to support both heaven and earth, you have to ask my fist to agree or not!"

At the same time, the sea of ​​clouds was pulled down by a huge golden-yellow palm, pushing away the thick clouds and mist, revealing a hole, and a beam of light fell in front of Qi Jingchun's Faxiang.

A Buddha sang from the west, and he said with pity: "Benefactor Qi, one thought of meditation, suddenly supersedes the Buddha."

Qi Jingchun said solemnly: "After the battle of Slashing the Dragon, the town was able to enjoy 3000 years of great destiny. Later generations of talented children and grandchildren came out in large numbers. It was nothing more than a means of eating grain, but since it was the rules set by Four Saints, the earliest choice was Black Pearl Paradise I have no objection to Qi Jingchun’s cultivator. I, Qi Jingchun, are naturally not qualified to dictate this matter. Now Heavenly Dao wants to suppress Heaven and Earth. It’s time to come. It’s nothing but Qi Jingchun to replace the town with 100 people. The surname endured this disaster, Heavenly Dao and the rules never fell in the empty place, why did you stop?"

The immortal, who stretched out a big hole in the sea of ​​clouds, laughed wantonly, "haha, the surname is Qi, do you really know the reason, or pretend to be crazy?"

Qi Jingchun did not know when he had stretched out a hand, turning the palm into a fist, and squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

In the palm of my hand, within the paradise, above the small town, is a mysterious scene where daylight suddenly turns into night.

At this time, the snow-white palm that was protecting the Black Pearl Paradise seemed to have suffered an invisible offensive from all directions. It creaked, and the back of the hand continued to sputter and bloom with white arcs. Like flying feathers, the "snowflakes" that are actually as big as mountain peaks fell off the back of Qi Jingchun's hands and fell into the world, but they didn't wait until they landed.

Sitting high on the immortal on the cloud near the sea of ​​clouds caves, said with a smile: "Little scholar, rebellious Great Dao, overestimate one's capabilities! Let me play with you first!"

If you look up from the extreme distance of Eastern Aquarius Continent and you can break through the concealed array created by the immortal, you can vaguely see an extremely magnificent scene. Among the huge holes in the sea of ​​clouds, first a black spot appears. Straight down, then a sword tip, and finally revealed the whole picture. It is a "pocket" Flying Sword with the length of Qi Jingchun's fingers.

The first handle just appeared, the second handle followed and fell from elsewhere, the third and the fourth handle descended from the sky and the sea of ​​clouds in turn, a total of ten 2 Flying Swords.

Lined up, hovering high in the sky.

If the cavalry lined up, the reins were tightened, and only waited for an order to charge and chisel the formation.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a golden giant sits cross-legged at will, with huge golden eyes open, his fists resting on his knees, his right fist slowly pulling out an index finger, flicks with the finger.

A Flying Sword was the first to lash at the arm that was emptied of Qi Jingchun's fist.

Flying Sword's falling speed is fast as lightning, and a continuous cloud tail is pulled out on the trajectory.

Flying Sword instantly penetrated Qi Jingchun's arm, and stopped abruptly when it was only a few feet away from the ground.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the golden giant's right fist and index finger gently rotated, the Flying Sword drew an arc and returned to the high altitude, and at the same time the left hand tapped and flicked, a Flying Sword that was originally suspended in the air crashed down and pierced Qi Jingchun once again. Arm.

2 fingers up and down each other.

X.2 Drop the Flying Sword straight and return in an arc.

Ups and downs, and so on.

After Qi Jingchun's arm was shot intensively by Flying Sword, it became riddled with scars, with countless black holes appearing, which was extremely horrible to see compared to the original white and majestic appearance.

Qi Jingchun was calm about this expression, and saw that he would have another Flying Sword puncture to start a new round of rush.

It's really overbearing.

Qi Jingchun serene said 4 words: "proud of one's success."

A Flying Sword still pierced Qi Jingchun’s arm, but this time it didn’t wait for it to be nailed into the arm, just like pine needles being swayed by a breeze. Not only this Flying Sword, but also eleven Flying Swords. Without exception, they just came back in vain, surrounding Qi Jingchun's law all around, flying slowly following a certain trajectory, the sword trembling, waiting for the opportunity to move, slightly hissing.

Not only that, but the spring breeze that permeated between Heaven and Earth unobtrusively supported the sea of ​​falling clouds.

That golden giant bare-chested, impudent impudent, condescending, seeing those ten 2 Flying Swords, can't find any weak spot, a little surprised, "Huh?"

Qi Jingchun is not too concerned about these formidable power of Flying Sword, which is unmatched for the cultivator of the world. He always stares at the fist that is imaginary.

Someone in the world said that the black pearl paradise suspended in the sky above Eastern Aquarius Continent has been 3000 years old. It should have been 60 years later, in the hands of the next Saint Ruan Qiong, wrapping the outer wall of the shelter beads. It will be completely broken, like a piece of porcelain, with the outer glaze peeling off. When the time comes Heavenly Dao, it must be like a hot knife through butter. Although people will not die on the spot, everyone in the town will lose their next life. Qi Jingchun specifically reads the Buddhist scriptures and even infers a terrifying consequence. The more than 6000 people in the small town are used to bear the vast and mighty heavenly prestige of the "dead ghost". They may fall into the Hungry Ghost Path of the Western Buddha Country forever, and they will never be detached.

Military School of Thought cultivator, Sword Forging Master Ruan Qiong, as the last Saint of Black Pearl Paradise who sits on the 4th side, his duty when the time comes is not to guard the safety of the town’s 100 surnames, but to prevent anyone from escaping This Heavenly Dao punished.

The golden giant sounded like a drum, hong long long spread all over the sky, said with a big smile: "Some people say that you Qi Jingchun is not simple. You have two Life Source characters. In addition to the spring characters, there is also a quiet, out of order. Words, come, come, let me open my eyes!"

Every time the giant said a word, he slammed his fist on his knee.

After 3 times, the sea of ​​clouds surging violently like boiling water in a pot.

The seabed part of the cloud, the breeze that was invisible to naked eye, also shook, the light was chaotic, and the light and dark alternated.

The giant said: "You have a spring breeze, and there is a Flying Sword rain in this seat. I want to pour cold water on you guy!"

After the words, countless golden threads penetrated the sea of ​​clouds and permeated the breeze again.

If you use the giant body as a comparison, those golden silk threads are like small embroidery needles with nail lengths. They are densely packed and become 1000 to 10000. After gathering, they are powerful and thrilling.

Qi Jingchun still stared at his fist, after hearing the sound, face doesn't change, and whispered: "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening."

I saw all around the ground, sitting right upright, splashing raindrops, and every drop of raindrops, seemingly small and negligible, are actually as big as a pool of water.

Then these constantly emerging raindrops crash-bang into the sky against common sense.

The rain curtain hangs upside down.

It is because of the poem that Confucian Saint Qi Jingchun read silently.

The golden splendid Flying Sword rain, from top to bottom, starts from the spring rain curtain of the earth, from bottom to top.

fiercely bumped together!

The weather above his head was 1000000, but Qi Jingchun didn't see it, didn't listen, didn't say anything.

Qi Jingchun's fist all around, gave birth to lightning dragons out of thin air, and smashed on the back of his hand.

There are 3 colors of lightning, scarlet, purple, and snow white, which seem to be disordered and in a mess, but the 3 are entirely different, and they are not intertwined alternately. They are interwoven into 3 large nets.

Faxiang’s fist, debris 4 splashing, flying feathers faltering, and constantly attenuating.

Qi Jingchun whispered: "calm and tranquil."

Three-color lightning, only the snow-white lightning remained motionless without warning, but the other two lightnings still followed the rules, which caused a scarlet lightning to slam into a snow-white lightning, and a purple lightning tied the scarlet lightning.The careless heaven's net is wide, and none can escape its mesh, it has become confused and disorderly.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, an old voice sounded leisurely, "There is a law to movement!"

Only after a short while, the three Lightning French Opens, which had tended to be chaotic, restored the orderly vast Heavenly Might.

Hit Qi Jingchun's fist again and again.

Qi Jingchun sighed slightly.

"It's almost time for a small fight, Qi Jingchun, dare to take over this fist!"

A golden fist fell from the hole in the sea of ​​clouds to Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun's free right hand raised high, palm up, blocking the punch.

Qi Jingchun's Faxiang suddenly fell to a hundred zhang, but the sea of ​​clouds was also lifted up by a turbulent breeze.

It's like the distance between Heaven and Earth is two hundred zhang.

"Come back!"

Golden the immortal fist fell, and every time a thunderbolt was 10000 Jun, I am afraid that any dynasty of Eastern Aquarius Continent could not withstand his this fist.

Qi Jingchun, dressed in snow white, just raised his arms, raised high.

First, the palm of Faxiang’s palm was smashed into a big pit, then the whole palm was smashed, and then his arm was smashed with golden fists.

Qi Jingchun, who had suffered a great loss of law, remained indifferent. All his attention was always on the left hand that made a fist.

From the fist to the entire arm, to the shoulder, Daoism talisman is covered with thunder and lightning, every word is as big as a house.

The old voice continued, "Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you want, you can follow Poor Daoist cultivation."

Qi Jingchun turned his head slightly, and stared down at the arm with 1000 sores and 100 holes, which was already covered with the Supreme 箓 written by Daoism lineage instructor Saint, what an enforcement Justice on behalf of the Heaven.

Qi Jingchun let out a sigh of relief, said solemnly: "Quiet..."

The old voice revealed a wave of anger, "Qi Jingchun, you are bold!"

With a loud shout, forcibly overwhelmed Qi Jingchun's 2 words after "Quiet".

There are two fingers together to make a sword high in the sky, with no difficulty, break through the sea of ​​clouds, and cut down!

It was the arm that directly smashed Qi Jingchun into a fist, and cut it off his shoulder!

Far away, there was an imperceptible sigh, full of regret.

Confucian Saint does not overstep the rules.

Qi Jingchun should not cross the thunder pool of Daoism.

After the sword successfully severed Qi Jingchun's arm, it seemed that the master was still angry, and his two fingers quickly retracted into the sea of ​​clouds. He didn't stop there. Instead, he stabbed the tree with no root and water without a source at a faster speed. Hanging fists.

Qi Jingchun retracted only half of his right hand arm on top of his head, quickly blocked it above the bead, and hugged him to protect him.

The immortal two fingers went forward without any suspense, piercing Qi Jingchun's arms without any suspense, and the punch from the hole of the golden giant hit Qi Jingchun's head firmly.

Qi Jingchun This image of Dharma, on the verge of collapse.

Although his stump had his arm broken, his sleeves were still dangling, and his own Scholar's romance, but the more so, the more terrible it became.

With another blow in the head, Qi Jingchun's Faxiang continued to sink.

A punch followed by a punch, it seemed that he wouldn't stop without slamming this Scholar into the ground.

The dilapidated image, tightly guarding the fist in front of him, the bead, the Black Pearl Paradise, those 100 surnames who would call him "Mr. Qi" when they met.

This image of Dharma Lips slightly moving, silently read, "The stars follow the rotation, the sun and the moon pass the 炤, the 4 times are imperial, the yin and yang are greatly transformed, the wind and rain are rich, 10000 things each get its harmony and live, and each gets its support to make……"

Within Small Paradise.

In the village school, there was not an unknown child present.

There is a scholar in azure clothes sitting alone, not only has his temples white, his hair has also become snow white.

Scholar bleeding from seven orifices, blood and blood.

The soul was broken, more thorough than a piece of porcelain that fell heavily on the ground.

Scholar turned out to be a very happy expression, closing his eyes and smiling, passing away.

I have Qi Jingchun in the world.

The world is happy, and I am happy too.

This year, in this world, spring goes very late, and summer comes very late.