The Path Toward Heaven

There was an extremely dense crackling sound in the old plum garden.

It's like the bowstring is broken, and the skin filled with wine is broken.

In fact, the sword string was broken, and the Xianxian sword array was broken.

The thin layer of water that was crushed to the bottom of the lake was as hard as masonry, and a footprint suddenly appeared on it.

The breeze was light, and white was fluttering.

Jing Jiu appeared on the ruins of Xuntang, stood in front of Gu Qing, and stretched out a finger, pointing at the sword formed by the shadow.

At this moment, the time of the entire continent ceased.

Only his fingers and the blood-stained sword were still moving forward.

A squeak.

Blood shadow condensed into the essence, that is the fingers of Yin San.

Two human fingers.

Two people.

Finally met.

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It's hard to imagine the quantity and purity of the sword, spraying out from where the **** meet.

Like the most spectacular waterfall in the world, like the heavy rain that year, like the rising sun out of the East China Sea.

The cosmic front, Fuji sword, and Hatsukuri sword felt the countless swords shrouded in ruins, avoiding the air.

Firth's sword line was even more red and bright. Looking at the magma river below the ground, it naturally separated from Gu Qing's hand, turned into a whip, and drew towards Yin San's face.

The bone flute rose against the wind and whimpered, and the whip fell like a dead snake.

Jing Jiu grabbed Gu Qing with his left hand and threw him far away.

In the sound of roaring air, Gu Qing turned into a small black spot, landed in the palace more than ten miles away, and smashed a large pit in the square.

Ping Yongjia felt the capture of Wuxian Sword Formation, and opened her eyes blankly, spitting a blood.

Gu Qing was covered in blood and fell to the bottom of the pit.

A Piao screamed, disappeared from the stone steps in front of the hall, and instantly came to the center of the square, but did not know who to rescue first.

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The yin and phoenix in the sky sensed the changes in the air between the heavens and the earth, giving rise to a strong vigilance, sending out an extremely violent howling, more than ten feet long tail feathers turned into a sword again, forcibly cut off the **** of the light mirror of the Zen child, towards Old Meiyuan flew away.

On the ruins of the old Meiyuan, Jing Jiu held Firth's sword in his left hand, Bone Flute in Yin San's right hand, and the invisible small sword swam around and was extremely agile.

The two looked at each other quietly.

For the strong at their level, if they want, they can exchange countless information at a glance. Many years ago, Jing Jiu had such an exchange with the Snow Queen in the snowy field, and Nanchao had a long and important dialogue with him before his death. What would they say today?

"Your luck."

"Be patient, I waited for you for seventeen years."

"No wonder you'll wake up at this time. From a deduction, it doesn't make sense. You either wake up early or you can't wake up. So I will come this time."

"You always like to count, but there are many things that are not clear."

"For example, Gu Qing is not afraid of death, or something else?"

"Like when I failed to ascend, but was still alive."

"But you are really sleeping, otherwise how can you hide it from my eyes?"

"Yes, I did continue to sleep for seventeen years, and if there is no right time, I may continue to sleep."

"opportunity?"

"The trigger point of the event."

"I'm curious."

"When you are ready to show the true ability of Feathering, when I come to this world, I will wake up."

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This dialogue is conducted in consciousness.

At the same time, the battle that has resumed after centuries has continued.

It is not difficult for them to use one heart, two uses, or even one hundred uses.

Well Jiu moving thoughts.

Cosmic Front, Hatsune Sword, and Fuji Sword fell again.

Yin three moving thoughts.

The small sword broke into the air and was broken.

Where the **** met, a drop of blood fell, extremely red, without any impurities.

That's the blood of Yin San.

The bone flute rose into the air.

Whimpered.

Yin San's left arm broke off and turned gray instantly.

Well nine fingers out again.

In red, she disappeared.

A bird full of redness flew up from the ruins, avoiding the sword array, and flew high.

The feathers on the surface of the red bird are spotty because it is stained with blood.

Jing Jiu also came into the sky.

The red bird **** its wings.

This is Suzaku's wings.

Countless sword intentions broke through the sea of ​​clouds, and cut out countless drops of rain.

The imperial city burst suddenly.

Chaoge City is shrouded in rain.

The red bird disappeared without a trace.

Jing Jiu turned to look at the ground and disappeared again.

The next moment, he came outside Xicheng.

There was a ghost cry outside the city wall, and the wind was scattered.

Liu was ten years old and Su Ziye was leaning against the city wall, against the fire of the sky with the last true element.

Suddenly there was a terrible **** mouth in the sky full of ghost fires, and they had to be swallowed in.

Just at this time, Jing Jiu came here from the sky, turned into a sword light, and entered the big mouth.

The sky full of ghost fires disappeared instantly, and the green willow revived.

Xuanyin's ancestor stood on the river, his expression changed abruptly, and his body shook at an unimaginable speed.

With a crackling sound, Xuanyin's ancestor's chest slightly protruded, and then broke open, splashing a few lines of thick blood.

Jing Jiu fell to the ground, holding the returning dzi in his hand, and some blood remained on the surface of the bead.

In the rain of the sky, the yin and phoenix screamed, and the tail feathers were like swords, drawing a straight and deep trace on the ground.

Jing Jiubo pointed to the air, countless Tao Yi and the three swords of the cosmic front that rushed over, broke away.

Rubbing several sounds, there were several wounds on the surface of Yinfeng, and he did not dare to stay. He extended his claws, grabbed Xuanyin's ancestor's shoulders, and took him to fly away.

Over the Chaoge City, the angry and painful voice of Xuanyin's ancestor echoed.

"I'm going to kill him! I can fight! I accidentally swallowed him! How else can he be my opponent!"

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Looking at the Yin Feng disappearing into the sky, Jing Jiu was silent and did not pursue.

The next moment, his body shook slightly twice, and several cracks appeared in white.

"My son!" Liu rushed over when he was ten years old, ignoring his injuries, and quickly supported him.

Jing Jiu waved his hand to signal that he was fine.

A black feather with a length of several feet slowly drifted from the sky and landed at his feet.

He waved his hand to take in Black Feather.

Seeing this scene, Liu was ten years old and confirmed that he was really okay. He finally relieved himself, could no longer restrain the injury, and sat on his knees directly on the ground.

Su Ziye is very familiar with the practice of Xuanyin Sect. Liu may not be ten years old in the realm, and the injuries are much lighter. He walked to Jingjiu to worship the ground. Over the years, he has been active in the West Sea, relying on the secret support of the court and the Qingshan Sect, and has developed quite well. Although he is still afraid to reprint the flag of the Xuan Yin Sect, he has also collected many doormen. He didn't know why Tong Yan had to come to Chaoge City by himself ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I saw so many things today, and even more afraid to ask, he was going to leave after saluting.

"If you guess anything, don't tell Tong Yan." Jing Jiu said suddenly.

Su Ziye respectfully responded and left.

The clouds in the sky were extremely light, but they were forced out of the rain by Jing Jiu and Yin San's eternal swordsmanship, without roots and sources, and naturally stopped at this time.

The sword meaning from the imperial city has stopped for a long time, the sky is no longer cut, the color is gradually brightening and fading, and the beauty of the sunset is no longer, but it is more spring.

Jing Jiuwang asked Chaoge City, "Is it really a hundred years?"

Liu said at the age of ten, "Yes, son."

Jing Jiu took out a bone flute from his sleeve, looked at it quietly for a while, and blew a tune to his lips.

There was a red bloodline in the bone flute.

With his playing, the bloodline color faded until it was completely gone, and his bone color was like jade.

A lot of wildflowers suddenly emerged under the city wall of Chaoge.

There was a spring rain earlier.

The sky is shining like morning.

Countless sword marks appeared in the blue sky, heading in all directions.

This is a sign of heaven and earth.

"Here you are."

Jing Jiu threw the bone flute to Liu ten years old.

When Liu was ten years old, he took the bone flute and hid it carefully. He was shocked. What shocked him was not that the real flute of Taiping was taken by the son, nor was he given the bone flue to himself, nor was it ... the son has been sleeping for hundreds of years, and he broke through the world, but when the son learned to play the flute ?

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(Volume 6 Chiaki's End of the Year)

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