A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Jindan Nine Heavens! Uncle An turned out to be Jindan Nine Heavens!

Several other Jindan periods were overwhelmed. So many Jindan period cultivators seemed to be majestic, but in fact it was the highest strength of the seven bird Taoist Jindan Wuzhongtian. Usually in the Jiuhua School, they dare not show their face to the Seven Birds Daoist. It can be seen that the Jindan period is separated by a heavy sky, and the difference in strength is so great! The Jiuhua real person who used to be in Jindan Nine Chongtian had stood there admiring them, not to mention the Qingsong Taoist who was also a little better than Jindan Nine Chongtian!

Qingsong Taoist and Jiuhua Zhenren both proud of the entire cultivation world with the strength of Jindan Jiuchongtian. Apart from them, no one has ever reached the height of Jindan Jiugongtian. However, they never imagined that the falling dust faction, who has always been laughed at by others, actually has a Jindan Nine Heavens!

how can that be? Feng Haochen's usual way of going out is just the ordinary Jindan practice. Everyone didn't take him seriously, but why did his martial arts show the existence of the Qingsong Taoist and Jiuhua real people?

"How could you be Jindan Nine Heavens?"

Ju Wenxing took a step back in horror. As a proud student of Jiuhua, he naturally knows Jin Dan Jiuzhongtian's breath the most. At this point, he will never admit his mistake. He has been with Jiuhua real people for so many years, and has been shocked by this palpitation. When Uncle An reveals his practice, he immediately knows who he caused, and he vaguely understands why his master wants him to come. Conquer the dust pie.

Uncle An was standing there alone, his expression was very cold, he had never had any expression on his face, if there was, it would only ease down in front of Feng Haochen. So when he stepped out with a sullen face, all the disciples of the Chenchen School knew that Uncle An was really moving.

Mu Yu has never noticed Uncle An's true cultivation behavior, and usually Uncle An's breath is definitely not so domineering. According to Muyu's estimation, his master only has Jin Dan's five or six days of cultivation, and Uncle An's breath is not higher than that of Master. Mu Yu also thinks that Uncle Xiu's behavior is only five or six days.

"No wonder, it turns out that Master has long known that the Dust School is not simple."

Bai Lang was also shocked. Master told him not to conflict with the Fallen School before he left. This was the original meaning. Nowadays, both the Qingsong Taoist and the Jiuhua Reality are in their infancy, and there is no Jindan ninth-century cultivator under their respective doors. If Uncle An is able to surrender, it will be a big help for any school, which is equivalent to The former Qingsong Taoist and Jiuhua real person!

Everyone was deterred by Jin Dan Jiu Chongtian's Uncle, who not only detered them, but also the four young disciples. At a young age, it reached the Jindan period. If this talent is given to them to cultivate and grow for another ten years, is it not beyond the Qingsong Taoist or the Jiuhua real person just around the corner?

"If you want to fight, let's go back." Uncle An's voice was not loud, but there was thunder in everyone's ears.

Fight? Even if a few of them add up together, Uncle An can't walk away. The former status of the Qingsong Taoist and the Jiuhua real people makes people admirable, let alone four Jindan period disciples. Everyone showed a strange look, all looking at Ju Wenxing, waiting for him to squeeze his mind.

"Huh! It's really an underestimation of your dusty faction! If in the past it would really be a bit daunting, but now my master has achieved Yuanying's true body, even if you have the strength of Jin Dan's Jiu Zhongtian, what can you do?" Ju Wenxing Leng Heng said that he knew that he had kicked the iron plate today. I'm afraid that it would take Jiuhua real person to do his own job to conquer the dust.

"Then let your teacher and father come forward. As for you, you are not worthy to yell here." Uncle An is always such a cold voice, which echoes in the ears of others but seems so unattainable.

"You--" Ju Wenxing's eyes flickered.

The Seven Bird Daoist sneered: "The old man has been in the cultivation realm for so many years. He has never heard of anyone who has the power of Jindan Nine Heavens. If you are so powerful, you will have become a hero in the cultivation realm. But you are willing to lie hidden in the dust school, there must be some unspeakable secrets? Or maybe you are bluffing! The old man will personally learn about your strength!"

Everyone nodded slightly when he said so, why is it that a person of Jindan Nine Heavens is so willing to stay in a ruined school? He used to be able to sit on the same level with Qingsong Taoist and Jiuhua Reality in the past, but he has never been in the world. There must be some hidden feelings during this time. I am afraid that the momentum just now is just a manifestation. clamor.

"Uncle, I will meet him now!" It was said that he saw that there was no unexpected performance in Uncle's strength. He knew the real practice of Uncle.

"Mu Yu." Uncle An said unexpectedly.

"Ah? Alas? Why am I?" Mu Yu's eyes widened. He was just a golden rookie! How to fight the seven birds of prey of Jindan five times? Originally, he also planned to take a look at the real strength of Uncle An or Cheng Yan. Unexpectedly Uncle An pushed him out.

"Since you returned to the mountain, I still don’t know your specific situation. The swordsmanship of the dust is unparalleled in the world. If you can’t even beat a small golden pill here, I will cook for you every meal Tonic yourself." Uncle Ruo looked at Mu Yu deeply.

"Lying trough! Make up your body?" Mu Yu shivered. This threat was really deadly.

They didn't know Muyu. The nine types of falling dust were originally the swords of the sky. The swordsmanship was so terrible in the triple continent. Their master Feng Haochen, also known as Jianying Chenfeng, relied on this set of swordsmanship to become famous throughout the cultivation world. In the remote place such as Moyun Mountain, Jindan Wuzhongtian is not worth mentioning in Uncle An’s eyes.

"Mu Yu, come on! Uncle Uncle plucked that bald eyebrow, you don't need to make up for yourself!"

"Pull out some sloppy beards! Be a veritable bald head!"

Kongkong and Miaomiao don't know when they are sitting on the stone again. This time they are peeling bananas and coaxing around. It turned out that they were not afraid of running away, but they ran out of fruit and seeds and went back to supply.

"Hey, stinky old man! I don't need my uncle to deal with you. I'm the weakest here. I'll talk about it if you've beaten!" Mu Yu's feet moved lightly and his spirits were a while. . He is more willing to face Jintan's five-pronged seven-bird Taoist than Uncle An's threat. Uncle An's so-called tonic body is not a joke.

The Seven Bird Daoist heard the words of the two troublemakers, and his face was blue, and he saw Muyu walked out. Suddenly, he was irritated, and he was mocked by a few little farts!

"Ignorant children, I really think that by the golden age, no one can fail! I want you to die and I will fulfill you!"

A large black fan appeared in the hands of the Seven Bird Taoist, with seven flying birds painted on it. This fan is called the Seven-Foot Fan, and it is a magic weapon for the Seven-Foot Taoist fame. A flying seven-bird is named Phoenix, Peng Bird, Blue Luan, Peacock, White Crane, Red Owl, Owl. The Qigong Daoren's whole body practice is not passed down by the Jiuhua School. He is an elder who was enrolled by Jiuhua Real People. He used the name Qinfan to be a fierce name in the realm of cultivation.

"White crane spreads its wings!"

The Seven-Bird Daoist waved his treasure fan, and suddenly the gusty wind rushed around, and the surrounding spirits madly went towards his Seven-Bird Fan. A white crane shadow flew out of the fan, and bursts of sharp crane sounds, quickly attacking Muyu .

"How come the name is so tacky."

Mu Yu grunted, and shot with a shadow sword in his hand. The blue light was magnificent and the sword gas was vertical and horizontal. The whole person had already met the phantom crane shadow.

"Ding!"

He Ying was smashed by Mu Yu's fisted sword, but Dao He Ying was drilled from the debris and turned into hundreds of small white cranes, soaring up, wrapped Mu Yu in it. Then thousands of crane shadows flapped their wings in unison, and countless wind blades flashed out of thousands of crane shadows, attempting to shred wood feathers from all sides.

"Falling Shadows"

Falling dust swordsmanship eighth style, falling shadow disillusionment. Wan Ying is one, and there is no ghost.

In the face of the seven birds of prey of Jindan's five heavens, Mu Yu didn't dare to care. Four fragrant swords appeared in his hand at once, and each fractal sword rose into the sky. Wandao sword shadow spread out with Muyu as the center, and all the wind shadows of the Heying shadow were blown away like a raging wind.

However, the treasure fan in the hands of the Seven-Bird Daoist waved down again, and a phantom shrouded the head of Muyu. Mu Yu felt a burst of pressure on her body, as if hit by a thousand tripods. His footsteps were weak, and his figure moved away quickly. However, a shadow of wings still swept over his shoulder and flew him out.

"Dapeng spread his wings! The boy died!"

The Seven-Bird Daoist shouted, that overwhelming phantom was actually a Dapeng bird, which was as large as 100 meters, almost enclosing the open space on the mountainside. Such a large wing shadow made everyone retreat. Fear of being affected by that horrible wing shadow.

"Dapeng spreads its wings, is it the next nine days of Phoenix Dance? Can you be a little creative!"

Mu Yu retreated ten times in the air, and then stopped her body stiffly. The pain in his shoulder was almost broken, and his body was surging spiritually, which stabilized the injury in time. But the Seven Bird Daoist didn't give him a chance to breathe. The Dapeng bird rushed towards Muyu again. The wind blew up, flying sand and stones. He blinked and came to Muyu.

Mu Yu continued to retreat, flying the sword tip against each other, and waves of waves passed from the sword tip to each sword. The shadow sword could not tremble, and the aura around UU reading www.uukanshu.com began to become disordered.

The second style of falling dust swordsmanship is to sway the dust, gather the qi and break the spirit, and return the spirit to the dust. A green awn rose from the tip of the sword and directly penetrated the welcome of the Dapeng bird, striking its wings out of a large hole. Mu Yu flew into the sky from the hole of the wing, and the Dapeng bird lost control and fell heavily on the ground. It disappeared, the dust was flying, and the sound of the sky was shaking!

Mu Yu's gaze narrowed, and he instantly narrowed the distance to the Seven Bird Daoist. The black fan in the hands of the Seven Birds Daoist was blocked in front of his chest, and Muyu's shadow sword touched it. The Dao Dao sounded, and the Seven Birds Dao Ren and Muyu retreated.

"Why is this old guy so powerful!" Mu Yu rubbed his shoulders swept by Dapeng bird, his numbness gradually disappeared. The people of Jindan's five heavens can't be underestimated! Uncle An let him come to fight with this kind of people is still a bit reluctant for Muyu, Muyu suffered a little loss.

Mu Yu complained about Uncle An here, but the Seven Bird Daoists were surprised! This young man has only the strength of a great deal of Jin Dan, and he hasn't fallen down at all against him. Wouldn't he beat him even in time?

If such a person can't conquer, then destroy!

The Seven Birds Daoist face exposed fiercely, and the Seven Birds fan was already raised. The people present were all Jindan period. In addition to the Qingsong faction, the others were quite in awe of themselves. If they could not win this young man, it would be a big joke to pass it on!

"Mu Yu, it seems that you need Uncle An to make up for you!"

"Yeah yeah, you can beat this bald head with a big fill!"

Kongkong and Miaomiao, two mischievous tossed banana peels, lest the world would not shout.

"Shut up, I don't need to fill up my body!" Mu Yu's fist sword once again turned into a sword spirit, a little bit, and rushed towards the Seven Bird Daoist.