A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

bid farewell?

Jiang Ding thought for a while and logged into the official website of Qingfeng University with his authority as a professor of the adult kendo department of Qingfeng University to inquire about this matter.

Qingfeng University has a doctoral degree program that lasts 200 years, and Yu Qianzi probably hasn’t completed it yet, at most he has a Ph.D.

Soon, a line of information was retrieved.

‘On June 24, 11340, Yu Qianzi, a third-year doctoral student at Qingfeng University, applied for early completion of the exam and passed the exam. Yu Qianzi was awarded a doctoral degree in Kendo and a doctoral diploma from Qingfeng University. ’

In the information, there is also a picture of Zhenjun Dinghai awarding her a degree certificate and graduation certificate.

"This is not in accordance with procedure."

Jiang Ding complained: "I, Tianjun, am the professor of the Kendo Department. I should be the one who awarded you your graduation certificate. Zhenjun Dinghai went overboard."

He knows that this is not as simple as a student with outstanding talent graduating early.

It must be the result of the Qingmu Immortal Sect's diplomatic activities. They promised something and convinced the Immortal Sect that they agreed to Yu Qianzi's early graduation.

Of course, this is definitely not the price of affecting the general trend, and a Taiyin Swordman will not be like this.

Even if the Daozi of this generation of the Eight Immortal Sects dies, the Eight Immortal Sects can still use new Daozi, and the remaining life of the Void Refining Power can fully allow the Daozi to grow.

Even if there are enough resources, there will be enough time for multiple Daozi to grow up.

An Immortal Sect in Nuo Da would not place its life and death on a monk who has not grown up.

This is what many immortal sect seniors say, Taoism is important but not important.

"Ben Tianjun?"

"cheeky."

Yu Qianzi showed a look of disgust.

In fact, the doctorate degree in kendo she received was originally awarded by the young man in green in front of her, but she strongly protested and then changed it to Zhenjun Dinghai.

"this is for you,"

Yu Qianzi handed over a jade slip: "I have written down some thoughts on your sword escape, the fourth-order electromagnetic sword escape. I hope it can give you some reference."

"It may be difficult to see each other in the future. I wish you a smooth journey."

"Also...if we are hostile, I hope you can take action with all your strength, because I am the same way."

"If I have the energy to spare, I will leave a complete corpse for you and bury it in the ancestral land of Da Ri Sword Pavilion, and erect an unnamed monument to commemorate it."

Her voice was calm, like an ordinary classmate saying goodbye.

"Why the nameless monument? I thought it was about the tomb of Jiang Ding, the last Great Sun Sword Master."

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

"traitor,"

"This is how it should end!"

Yu Qianzi's expression changed and he said bitterly: "Da Ri Jiange is a group of traitors. Their history should be completely erased and they have no right to exist in this world."

"One day, Sun Moon Sword Pavilion will once again dominate the realm and reach glory."

"Yes, yes, that makes sense."

Jiang Ding fully agreed and took the jade slip in her hand.

"snort!"

This attitude angered Yu Qianzi. She originally wanted to say something else, but now she had no idea at all. She snorted coldly, tore the space apart and disappeared.

"Just laugh, you will regret it one day!"

Keng!

In the clouds, the crisp sound of sword sounds came, reflecting into Jiang Ding's soul.

Cold, freezing, hallucinogenic.

As soon as it came into contact, a large area of ​​​​the sea of ​​​​consciousness was frozen, and his thoughts were solidified. Even the Nascent Soul Lord fell into a cold dream and was unable to resist.

"You are already in the late stage of Golden Core..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the sword of destruction resounded, cutting off the freezing thunder of the sword that invaded the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and instinctively followed the direction in which it came, locking on the girl in the moon-white fairy dress who was tearing apart the space in the distance.

The sword intent rumbles!

He descended into an icy space of consciousness, and the hot and brutal murderous intention accumulated over many years of sword-making poured into it. The wave was like an explosion, and the invasion was like fire, instantly destroying a large area of ​​ice and snow in the consciousness world, and killing at its core.

"Extreme sun..."

The girl in the moon-white fairy dress turned pale.

Even with the same sword intent, Extreme Sun will be stronger than her. Not to mention, the opponent's flying sword is far superior to hers. The same is true for sword intent. Coupled with the suppression of Extreme Sun, a confrontation at the level of sword intent is simply insurmountable. .

"cut!"

Faced with this situation, Yu Qianzi made her decision.

Cut it out with one sword!

The Supreme Taiyin Sword Intent is contained in it. There are many sword shadows, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Along the shortest path in the mysterious space, the sword light is twisted into threads, bright and dazzling. Its speed is almost as fast as the Taiqing Flying Sword, exceeding its own speed. limit.

Under this twisted and bright sword light, the space, shadows, and will were instantly cut open, and it was extremely sharp.

The third realm of swordsmanship,

Refining a sword into silk!

"You're fine."

Jiang Ding's originally casual expression immediately turned solemn. He held the Taiqing Flying Sword and slashed down with a bang.

There was no thread, and the sword energy was not condensed enough, but with one strike of the sword, a radius of dozens of kilometers suddenly brightened, and the hot and destructive will filled it, slashing along the passage of the thunder and sound of the sword energy towards the twisted moon-white fairy sword.

No matter how the opponent maneuvers, it is useless and is firmly locked.

When two flying swords clashed.

Boom!

A terrible explosion occurred, and layers of hot and cold sword energy overflowed, destroying the space layer after layer, and it did not recover for a long time.

Keng!

The smoke and broken spiritual light dispersed, revealing the figure of Taiqing Feijian.

She moaned softly towards the intact Yuebai Fairy Sword in front of her, as if saying goodbye.

The next moment, he turned around and flew away without any hesitation or reluctance.

The Yuebai Fairy Sword stands in place.

After a long time, she came to her senses and returned to the direction where she cut. For a long time, she didn't appear again.

"Refining a sword into silk..."

Jiang Ding stared at the Taiqing Flying Sword in front of him.

This is the third level of swordsmanship. The sword energy and sword intention are highly condensed, which can bring stronger sharpness and stronger penetration. It has absolute dominance over lower-level swordsmanship monks and can be defeated by leapfrogging.

He is now at the second level of swordsmanship and the peak of sword energy and thunder.

Inheritance, and lack of inheritance.

Every realm of swordsmanship requires a strong foundation of swordsmanship. Xianmen is extremely bad at this aspect, so he can only let him grind and explore bit by bit.

Although his learning ability is worse than that of Yu Qianzi, his swordsmanship is inferior, so there is nothing he can do about it.

Yu Qianzi, who had broken through the process of refining swords into silk, was no longer someone he could defeat casually, but could be regarded as a Daozi-level opponent.

"Strength, not bad."

Jiang Ding put the Taiqing Flying Sword between his eyebrows, walked into the Yinkong Island dormitory, and closed his eyes.

Breathing in and out, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun in a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers are merged into the meridians and the sky, and are constantly refined, turning into tiny bits of magic power that falls into the dantian.

After accumulating for another thirty-seven years, one can break through to the late stage of Jindan.

…

at the same time,

At the entrance to the Immortal Sect's secret realm of sleep, celestial phenomena have been appearing continuously in recent years.

One after another, the Nascent Soul Lords who had been sleeping for thousands or even thousands of years began to revive.

They summoned their old troops, warmed their meridians, worshiped and refined the space carrier, formed new air and space troops, and practiced to adapt to the military formation that had continued to evolve for thousands of years.

No one spoke, no orders were needed, and all kinds of preparations were made in accordance with the plan issued thousands of years ago.

All kinds of silence, but there is an invisible murderous intention filling the sky above the fairy gate.