Library of Heaven’s Path

"This is... Sword is crushed?"

Strongly resisting the injury, He Yan stood up.

As a genius of Kendo, the core disciple of Lingyun Jiange immediately understood that this is a sword that has been painstakingly cultivated and has been crushed by others in all directions.

He cultivated the swordsman’s sword...

It’s actually crushed by others, what is going on?

"Ye Lian, are you?" His face sank.

The core disciple, this time only the one who came to the assessment, he and Ye Lian, is it difficult for the other side to cultivate what a powerful sword meaning, which leads to their own far worse?

Hurry to look to one side, see the sword in the next room, seems to be oppressed, across the air, soft snakes, not moving.

"Not me... I can't stand it anymore... Hey!"

The sound is not over yet, and Ye Lian also blew out the same blood, and the sword was immediately broken.

The face is white, and He Yan is trembled.

Sword meaning is an artistic conception, some people have low comprehension, and some have high natural comprehension.

It is good to make poems. Li Bai’s artistic conception suffers from the chaos of Anshi, and he writes a poem about worrying about the country and the people. He must first go to heaven and the fairy to get tired of it for a while, then “blood-blowing wild grass, the wolf is full of crowns.”, low artistic conception You can only shout: my day, the beast!

Of course, this is just a metaphor. The true sword meaning is the same as the blood of the Holy Beast. If you encounter a high one, you will automatically feel scared!

How to fight under blood pressure?

He and Ye Lian, as the leader of the Jiange Pavilion, even someone showed their swords, and they crushed them easily. There is no power to resist. What happened?

Who is this, who has this ability?

"I don't believe, someone can exceed me so much..."

A bite his teeth, He Yan roared again, and the body's swordsmanship re-emerged.

Hey!

This time, I haven’t formed a white mansion. I feel a huge sword and squat in my mind. If I dare to resist, I will immediately kneel down and let him die without a place of burial!

Hey!

There was a cold sweat on his head, and He Yan didn't dare to move.

Until now, I finally understand that the point of the sword that he has learned, compared with the other side, is simply a candlelight contrast!

Not in the same concept!

Forcibly contrasting, only self-inflicted!

When is the squad, there is such a super strong?

Even the few monsters in the core disciples can't do it...

......

The same scene also happened in other rooms.

In an instant, all the examiners in the entire Jianshen Hall were oppressed and could not move.

Screaming again and again.

......

Ling Yun Jiang Ge, Jian Shu Tang!

A pile of books filled the entire house.

Elder Wei has sorted out the days and finally divided them into types.

"Elder Wei has worked hard, so it will be much easier to find out!" An old man came in.

Another elder of Jianshutang, Jiang Yuan.

"Yes, all the books in Jianshutang are the swordsmanship left by the ancestors of the past generations! Each person's talents are different, their abilities are different, and the understanding of the sword is not the same. It is indeed very important to classify these. Difficult!"

Wei elders stretched out and smiled a bit: "Fortunately, it was done... but this time, if you let me rearrange, it is better to commit suicide!"

"Swords are enclosed in books. The younger generation wants to learn. It only needs to open up the feelings and understand the power of the ancestors. It is very convenient, but...there are many kinds of swords, which are not well classified. It is easy to cause breath, and ultimately it is not good for repairing, but it has great damage!"

Jiangyuan elder nodded: "You are so detailed in the classification, and the type and sword method are also marked on it, it really took a lot of effort, and it is a great help!"

"Yeah, I feel my eyes are going to get rid of it..."

Wei Changdao: "You look at it first, I will take a break..."

"Yeah!"

Elder Jiang Yuan should have a voice, just want to explain a sentence, suddenly a stiff expression.

Hey!

A burst of books is boiling, and the two look at the same time at the same time. They see the sword book that has just been sorted out. At this moment, all the summons have been summoned, and the brush is suspended, and the swords are stirred up. The sound of the sound.

The body is stiff, and Elder Wei feels that the whole person is about to cry.

It’s hard to finish it, big brothers, what are you doing?

Hey!

The shock is not over, many books, at the same time salute, in one direction, worshipped, like a civilian saw the king!

噼里啪!

This worship does not matter, the books are sorted out, piled up again, and even under the impact, the bookshelf falls into one piece, and the whole room is full of mess.

"I...fuck!"

In front of the eyes, Wei’s body swayed and almost did not hold back a spurt of old blood.

Do you play with me?

It’s hard to organize, now what to do...

"It should be... Someone has learned a higher level of swordsmanship! These swords and swords are sealed, collective worship..."

Elder Jiang Yuan reacted, said.

"I know... I can't come late or late... I just finished it..." Elder Wei grabbed his hair.

Looking at the messy bookshelves and books, Elder Jiang Yuan is also helpless: "Or, reorganize? Forget it... you still commit suicide!"

Wei Wei: "..."

......

Lingyun Jiange, a huge portal, two figures suspended in the air.

Two old men who seem to be in their fifties.

There is a Jinyi jade belt on the left. In the eyebrows, with a sharp sword, it seems to tear the heavens and the earth.

The one on the right, his face is round, full of smiles, some kind and harmonious.

The space in Shang is stable and the pressure is strong. Lu Yun’s elders are in a virtual world, and they are unable to fly. The two are easily suspended in the air, and their strength is terrible.

"He Changlao, you have been here for more than 30 years, can you feel the swordsmanship left by the ancestors?" The old man with a round face smiled.

"The ancestors' swords are so easy to reach..."

He Changlao on the left side of the jade belt shook his head: "When I watch it here, I just want to use the sword of my ancestors to oppress my spirit and make my swordsmanship more sophisticated..."

"Yes, ancestor talent, no one can..."

The face is round and the old man nods, the voice is not falling, the same is stunned, and he hurriedly looks up and looks at the giant sword in front of him.

Boom!

The huge long sword, constantly shaking, like flying at any time, the tens of thousands of meters of the door, some can not stand.

The pupil is shrunk.

This sword is the symbol of the entire Lingyun Pavilion. Once it collapses, the other five sects will definitely live and laugh.

"It’s the meaning of the sword... the sword left by the ancestors, as if it was sensed...”

He Changlao also looked over and his fists were tight.

"What can the ancestors think?"

The sleek elders squinted and looked again. Suddenly the body was stiff: "It’s bad..."

Hey!

The voice ended, and the giant sword in front of him immediately lost support, and could no longer withstand it.

This big sword is not really natural, but it is made up of rocks, bricks and the like. The reason why it can stand for thousands of years is precisely because of the swordsmanship left by the ancestors!

At this moment, this sword is swaying, and it will break out at any time, which means that the stone has no support, and it can still hold it.

Rumble!

The long sword collapsed, and the huge portal could not bear it. It fell down and countless gravels fell down and landed on the ground, throwing out one big pit after another.

The meaning of the sword contained in it, lost the embarrassment, "Oh!", the sky disappeared and disappeared.

"What happened..."

Looking at the ruins of the ground and the smoke from the ground, the two elders were crazy at the same time.

巍峨雄, the mountain gate that all the disciples are proud of... is it ruined?

......

" Still not..."

All the swords that I have experienced have been run in my mind. Zhang Suhang looked at the front, never more than one meter of white mans, and the depressed ones are about to blow up.

My own disciple, only learned one night, only learned a trick, can get 499 meters away, and he... from the famous mainland, it is called kendo genius, here, one meter can not get out ......

It’s a shame!

A burst of depression, I don’t think I want to live.

"That's it..."

Faceless, just want to recover the sword between the eyes, the eyes suddenly a flower, the reality of something into the mind, seems to tear his spirit at any time.

Call!

At this moment, a golden book in the library flew out.

Hey!

The things that rushed over were printed in it.

"My Heavenly Book..."

There was a black front, and Zhang was not fainting.

This book is received by Xiao Tiancai. It is the biggest cuddling and playing card in the gods. In order to recover the injury... I would rather play the open game, drink the gourd bath water, and use it...

At the moment, I suddenly ran out to seal something... wasted...

A sharp heartache, almost stopped breathing.

Do you want to be so pitted?

I also thought about it, with the Lingyu Yufu of Lingyun Jiange, to teach the masters, elders, etc., without the book of Heaven, dare to wave, it is estimated that you can't live to see the sun of tomorrow!

Tongtian Yufu, although it can hide the identity, but... This is the LAN, the network administrator wants to check the id, it should still be very easy!

"What is it, wasting my baby..."

The gas of the teeth, Zhang Hang can not continue to test the length of the sword, hurriedly recover the sword, the spirit of a move, open the book of Heaven.

I saw only a pure sword in the book, wandering around, like a goldfish, into the fish tank.

"Just about this?"

The hanging heart is more painful.

After a long time, one meter did not reach, it was enough to plug, and never dreamed, the biggest card, wasted on it, got such a broken thing...

"This sword meaning, and the giant sword in the mountain gate, the road that contains it, is somewhat similar!"

It’s full of depression, and I took a closer look and found that this thing has a feeling of deja vu.

When I just wanted to stretch my fingers, I realized that I heard a quick knock on the door.

"Zhang Hangxiao Brother, are you okay?"

Looking around, I saw the door swaying, as if I would not go out again, Lu Yun elders and Shan Xiaotian would rush in at any time.

"I'm fine..."

Seeing that they were so anxious, Zhang Hang had to give up the desire to continue observing and lifted his foot and went out.