A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

From dawn in the morning to sunset, the day actually passed very quickly. But on this day, it seemed extremely long for everyone in Luochen Mountain. They really realized what it means to live like a year.

It was near dusk, and there was no cooking smoke on Luochen Mountain.

Everyone didn’t practice, sitting on a big rock halfway up the Luochen Mountain, looking at the sky in a daze. Everyone hoped that the familiar figure would appear in the sky, and then empty and wonderful would jump on his shoulders and grab him 'S beard complained that other people couldn't wait to eat the food he cooked.

But with the exception of flying birds, no shadow appeared in the air. This daze is a whole day, there is no wind at all on the mountainside, and the atmosphere is a little depressed.

"I'm going out!" Mu Yu couldn't sit still, and he jumped from the stone with an anxious look on his face.

"You are not allowed to go!" Lan Linger held Mu Yu, "I will wait until Grandpa and Uncle come back."

Master should have returned a few days ago. At that time, the comparison test was over. Master said that he would immediately return to the dust school, and Mu Yu and Cheng Yan hurried to Fulong Mountain. But now the two of them are back, but Master has no news, which makes Mu Yu and Cheng Yan panicked.

Normally, if Master does not return, they will not worry at all. After all, Master’s cultivation will not suffer in the realm of cultivation. But at this moment, a young man in red was looking for him, and even the Taoist priest of Qingsong had to kneel under his feet.

No one can resist the strength of the young man in the red clothes in the Moyun Mountains. He wanted to find Jianying Chenfeng, and Jianyingchen Feng was Master. Master disappeared so many days unconsciously, why not worry?

"Brother Master and Uncle should be back soon, let's not worry." He said to the south, he said in his mouth, in fact, he also wanted to go out to find someone.

Waiting is painful, nobody wants to wait.

Everyone in the red clothes is looking for Jianying Chenfeng, everyone except Lan Ling'er is surprised. No one can resist that person's strength, Mo Yun Shan. When they heard that Qingsong Taoists were kneeling at the feet of young people, they were also stunned.

"Miao Miao, Master will be fine, right?" Sitting empty on the ground, drawing on the ground with a branch in his hand, his eyes looked at the sky.

"Well! Master is so powerful, how could there be an accident!" Miao Miao is no longer empty, they didn't make trouble everywhere, but sat down honestly. A powerful person may have captured Master. They like to stick to Master every day. If Master is in trouble, where will they be happy?

"If the young man in red catches the master, what will he do to the master?" Mu Yu thought about the possibility that he was least willing to see.

Master never used to go out without saying a word, nor would he disappear for so many days for no reason. When everything hits together, he knows that young people in red clothes may already know that Feng Haochen is Jianyingchenfeng .

Mu Yu blamed herself a little, and he and Cheng Yan should have returned with Master that day. But Master himself is also the cultivation practice of Jin Dan period. If the young man in red has determined that Master is the sword shadow dust wind, can the three of them be able to contend with the young people in red?

He didn't know, even try it!

"Brother Master is back!" Jumping empty with sharp eyes.

Everyone stood up quickly and watched the shadow of the promise in the sky grow bigger and bigger, and finally fell down, and everyone gathered around.

"Is there news?" Mu Yu asked eagerly.

The expression was a little tired, and he shook his head: "I went to the Qingsong School to quietly investigate. The master is not there, and there is no shadow of the master in the school. But I got a bad news."

"It's bad enough that Master is gone. What's worse?" Mu Yu sat back on the stone again.

"The Qingsong Taoist has entered the realm of the infant period. They will hold a celebration ceremony one month after the Qingsong faction. The invitation has been sent to all the factions, and they have to discuss how to destroy the Yumeng Demon in Fulong Mountain." Cheng Said.

Did the Qingsong Taoist really reach its infancy?

In addition to Mu Yu, everyone was surprised again. Yuan Ying Period has always been a legendary existence for them, and no one has ever seen it or thought about it. If it were not already known that the young people in red clothes were the monks who were born during the infant stage, and they might have captured Master, they might not believe it.

"The other schools lost so much in Fulong Mountain this time. Will they be willing to participate?" Lan Linger asked.

"At the request of the strong infants of the Yuan infant period, you have to participate if you don't want to participate! The head of every school has to be trembling in front of the Qingsong Taoist. In the past, it was just a courtesy and thoughtfulness. The head of the martial arts is possible to kneel! Who dares to complain?" Mu Yu said in a deep voice.

Qingsong Taoist is not terrible, terrible is the young man in red behind Qingsong Taoist!

What is the purpose of the young man in red clothes, Zhou Zhang, to help the Qingsong Taoists break through the infancy? Even if he wanted to find the sword shadow dust wind through the Qingsong Taoist, is there a difference between the Jinsong Taoist in Jindan period and the Qingsong Taoist in Yuanying period?

This is a question that Muyu has been thinking about, and it is also the most unthinkable. The old tree leader told him that the spiritual power of the trapped fairy prison was not enough for a Jindan period cultivator to break through the Yuan infant period. If the young people in red want to help the Qingsong Taoist break through the Yuan infant period, they will inevitably pay some major Cost, are these costs really worth it?

"What about our school? Do you want to participate?" Xiang Nan asked.

A month later, it was the celebration ceremony. The Qingsong Taoists wanted everyone in the world to worship him as a god, would they dare to participate?

"Wait for Uncle An to come back and make a decision. I went to Qingsong School to ask for it in secret, but I can't really find out what--"

The promise didn't go on, everyone knew it, although the promise has quietly visited the Qingsong faction and learned that all the masters of the faction had returned a few days ago. But if the young people in red start secretly, where can they find out?

Perhaps Master is in a dungeon of the Qingsong School at this moment. The Qingsong School is so big, and there are two Yuan infant cultivators guarding it. How can they find people?

"I went to practice." Mu Yu suddenly stood up and flew up the mountain without looking back.

Everyone looked at Muyu who left suddenly, and then sighed heavily. If Master is in Qingsong School, can they go to Qingsong School to save people with their current strength?

The enemies are like gigantic waves in the vast sea. How can they resist like a lonely boat under the waves?

Strength! Only strength is the most important.

For a few days, there was no news of Feng Haochen, and Luochen Mountain lost its former laughter and laughter. Uncle An came back every day and then left, he did not give up looking for the head. The confession also followed, and the others all settled down to practice. They cultivated too low and could not do much.

These days, it is said that there are some news, because the Qingsong Taoist broke through the Yuan infantry period, and the whole cultivation circle has exploded. This unprecedented event has made everyone have to pay attention, even mortals who do not know how to practice know that Qingsong Taoist has become a living fairy.

Mu Yu cultivated on the falling dust cliff without eating, but his cultivation did not improve, in fact, he could not deceive himself. Cultivation of falling dust mentality is about quietness, but he can't calm down at all. He always couldn't help thinking about Master's current situation. He was very anxious. His swordsmanship was fluctuating and chaotic.

What if he has a strong talent? What if he is the so-called man who controls the world? His strength is still so weak that anyone can kill him, even Master cannot protect him.

The two shadow swords are separated in the air, and Mu Yu's body flashes into two people. One person holds a shadow, and the shadow at the foot evolves. The two shadows have been intertwined. Vertically and horizontally, the aura of the sky seems to be out of control, and it breaks apart, rolling up the leaves of the old banyan tree on the falling dust cliff, blowing it away, and turning it into powder.

"Ding!"

A red flying sword struck, and the red light soared, smashing one of Muyu's avatars. The red flying sword was as gentle and gentle as the endless flowing water, and Muyu's figure was beaten back. .

"I want to fight."

Lan Ling'er landed lightly in front of Mu Yu. The sword in her hand shook violently, the red awns rose, the treasure was full, the streamer flashed the sword body, and the softness was strong, and the softness was the most rigid. Her sword, named Qing Bing, was supposed to be a cold sword, but it was like a flame in Lan Ling'er's hand.

Mu Yu didn't speak, and the cyan parting had turned into a sky sword shadow, and was heading towards Lan Ling'er.

"Falling Shadows"

Lan Ling'er Qingbing sword shadow rises to the sky, the sword gas spreads like a fire lotus, one sword turns into nine shadows, the violent spiritual ripples that make their way out in the air, shattering the sky's sword shadow, and the wood Yu body turned, the sword in his hand had already pierced Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er leaned forward, the tip of the sword turned lightly, the streamer was removed, and the wooden sword's endless sword power was turned away. Her sword was strong and soft, sometimes like a cold gold iron, sharp and domineering, and sometimes like cotton. Let others' swords always fail to exert their full strength.

Master said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nine types of falling dust, different people have different swords, what is your heart, what is your sword.

Looking at Lan Ling'er's tight brows, Mu Yu suddenly understood that it was more than him alone in this mountain. Everyone cares about Master’s safety. If everyone is impetuous, who can make the most correct judgment?

The master said that it is the mind that cultivates the immortals, and the mind of the falling dust swordsmanship.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, her heart slowly stabilized, and the parting no longer trembles.

One person, one sword, one heart, complicated sword style is sometimes very simple.

A faint blue light gradually permeates the sword body, just like the vigorous vegetation, with a breath of majestic breath, the sword gas is monstrous, but it's coming. Lan Ling'er's flying sword intertwined into a red awn in front of her chest, and the red awn wrapped her between them, blocking Mu Yu's sword shadow. However, Mu Yu's sword shadow was like grass swayed by the spring breeze, and the vitality came one after another, shattering Lan Ling'er's red mansions, and heavy sword shadow fell towards Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er paced up and down, and he was already pulling up, Muyu's sword shadow exploded on the ground, the sky was full of smoke, and the gravel was beating.

The two pulled apart, and then rushed towards each other in unison. Spiritual force exploded centering on the two, swept away, and the sound of chime continued on the falling dust cliff.

The smoke dispersed, Lan Ling'er's right arm slightly curved, and the sword in his hand was only an inch away from the chest of Mu Yu, Mu Yu's sword was placed on Lan Ling'er's neck.

"I am really worried about Master."

Lan Ling'er suddenly threw away Qingbing Sword and plunged into Mu Yu's arms, tears could not stop, pouring out, soaking Mu Yu's clothes.

The shadow in Muyu's hand had disappeared, and he held Lan Ling'er tightly. The beloved girl is crying in her arms, but he is helpless, and he wants to cry, but he knows that he cannot cry, and there is always someone who needs to be strong.

Her heart is disturbed, and his heart is calm.