The Path Toward Heaven

Seser's meaning was very clear, but He Zhan disagreed.

As soon as Zhuo Rusui stood casually, he felt his own sense of heaven and earth.

Jing Jiu Realm has stagnated for nearly ten years, where may be his opponent.

Shui Yuezhen looks at Tong Yan and asks, "What do you think, Tong Yan?"

Tong Yan is a chess player. He is intelligent and unparalleled.

He Zhan also looked at him, wondering how he saw it, such as how long Jing Jiu could last.

Tong Yan didn't think about it, and said, "Of course, it is Jingjiu Win."

He Zhan was very puzzled, and the Shuiyue girl was also surprised-Zhuo Ru retreat from childhood, so young, she entered the realm of the wild, it can really be called a monster in the practice world, more than Zhao Layue Even better, no matter how well Kenji ’s kendo talent is, how can he bridge the gap between the two realms?

Bai Zao asked seriously: "Why is my brother more confident than me?"

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, "Because Jing Jiu has the best computing power in the world, if he doesn't have the confidence to win, he won't appear at all."

This inference is very logical, at least it sounds reasonable.

After the game of the May meeting, Jing Jiu's computing power shocked the entire continent. If he was not sure, why would he agree to fight Zhuo Rusui?

The young girl who was swollen by water was a little dissatisfied, and asked why she was so optimistic about Jing Jiu.

Said Seir, "It's very simple, because that person never refuses to do anything."

He Zan thought about the stories of these nine years, and found that it really is.

Secretly looking at the two figures in the valley, he suddenly laughed and said, "The Aoyama Sect really likes to play this set."

He Zhan and others looked along his sight.

The night was getting darker, the stars were flourishing, the valley was plated with silver, and the vision became much clearer.

Zhuo Rusui looked at the ground, pulling her eyelids, holding her arms.

Jing Jiu looked at the woods on the cliff with his hands on his back.

Like two travelers who strayed into the valley.

They don't know each other.

Tired of walking alone.

A person also has the leisurely pleasure of enjoying scenery.

He Zhan agreed with Seser's statement, and nodded, "If you don't accept it, just take it. It's too good."

Bai Zao remembered the scene of Xueyuan's escape from the paradigm that was later described by Xiang Wanshu and others. He thought with a smile, but he did have this meaning.

Suddenly, the girl with wide eyes opened her eyes and said, "Are they going to be so close?"

Everyone noticed that Jing Jiu and Zhuo Ru were only a few dozen feet apart, and did not mean Yu Jian left.

Qingshan Jianxiu's most taboo is to be close to the opponent, if possible, they will try to distance them from each other as far as possible.

Why did the two men stand so close in this sword battle between Qingshan and the door?

He Zhan took a look at Tong Yan and said, "Zhuo Rusui is so relaxed and confident, and even so much, do you think Jing Jiu has a chance?"

Tong Yan said with some uncertainty: "Maybe Jing Jiu has reached this point?"

He Zhan shook his head and said, "That would be too shameless."

Zhuo Rusui is the first stage of Yuye's success, much higher than Jingu Jiu. If he pulls away, this sword battle will become a unilateral attack tonight, Jing Jiu will undoubtedly lose.

The distance between the two now shows that Zhuo Rusui does not want to take advantage of the realm, but only wants to use Kendo to defeat Jingu Jiu. Is this pride or pride?

If Jing Jiu counts on Zhuo Rusui's pride before he can fight, is this shameless or shameless?

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"Even so, you can't do it."

Zhuo Rusui looked at a grasshopper on his instep and suddenly said something.

Jing Jiu didn't seem to hear it. He took off the iron sword from behind and took off the cloth surrounding the sword.

Zhuo Rusui still didn't look up, but seemed to have seen his iron sword, and said, "Your sword will not work."

Jing Jiu said: "This only shows that your vision is not good."

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No one shouted to start, let alone the countdown, the moment the piece of sword-wrapped cloth fell on the ground, it began.

A tiny spark appeared in front of Jing Jiu.

His face was illuminated, and Starry Night was no longer as eye-catching.

That spark had not yet faded away, and another spark lit up not far away.

Immediately afterwards, more and more sparks appeared.

Some are at high altitude, some are on the ground, some are in the mountain forest, and some are by the stream.

Just in an instant, there are countless sparks in full bloom, just like the peony sea that bloomed overnight in the Cold Food Valley the other day.

The whole valley was illuminated.

Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui stood in the sky full of sparks, with clear silhouettes and light clothes.

The picture is extremely beautiful.

Secretly exclaimed: "So beautiful."

The eyes of the Shuiyue maiden said the same thing.

Bai Zao's eyes were bright, just like water.

It is beautiful to watch the fireworks by the water, but she knows how dangerous these sparks are.

Those sparks were traces left when Jing Jiu met Zhuo Rusui's flying sword and then hit.

A spark is an encounter.

Countless sparks are countless encounters.

Just moments later, sparks appeared in the valley, indicating that in a short period of time, the two had issued countless swords.

How fast are their swords?

Looking at the sparkling scene in front of him, He Zhan's eyes were startled, thinking that the two were so strong.

Tong Yan's eyes did not blink, and she looked at the valley intently. There were countless light spots in her eyes, and then gradually faded away, reflecting all the details perfectly.

He was calculating Jing Jiu and He Zhan's sword speed, sword trajectory, and more.

He Zhan suddenly said, "Jing Jiu will not work."

Tong Yan said nothing.

He had calculated that Jing Jiu was indeed at a disadvantage.

The sparks of the sky seemed to envelop the whole valley.

The sparks on the east are getting sparse, and the sparks on the west are getting denser.

It was like an invisible wind blowing the sparks towards the place where Jing Jiu stood.

This shows that the position where the two flying swords meet is getting closer and closer to Jing Jiu.

Offensive and defensive trends are very obvious.

Suddenly, numerous sounds sounded in the valley.

Those sounds were very light, like countless glass bottles shattered at the same time.

He Zhan and others looked slightly relaxed.

The sound of a sword sounded, indicating that both sides temporarily stopped the sword.

The sparks in the sky disappeared one by one, the valley became dark again, and everything that happened before was like a dream.

The torch inserted by He Zhan on the ground illuminate the surroundings with a slight wind.

A flying sword hung quietly in the air.

The blade is gray, and it looks very common, but it faintly exudes a very powerful feeling.

Zhuo Rusui shook his eyelids and said, "Uncle, you are much better than I thought, but your sword is really not good."

Jing Jiu's iron sword is famous in Qingshan, inherited from Uncle Mo of Shiyue Peak.

But the fame of the iron sword comes more from that story and the way he got the iron sword, which does not mean that the iron sword itself is very strong.

In fact, the grade of this iron sword is very ordinary, and it is too heavy. After six years of burning in the snow field, it becomes even more ugly.

Zhuo Rusui can feel Jing Jiu's exquisite swordsmanship, not under himself, but the iron sword is too heavy, the grade is ordinary, and the sword is bound to be greatly affected.

It was for this reason that he was able to continue to attack before.

"I said, your vision is not good." Jing Jiu said.

Zhuo Rusui felt his flying sword and found that the sword's operation was a little stagnant, and it seemed to be affected.

Jing Jiu suddenly turned and looked out into the distance, and looked at Bai Zao again.

Bai Zao felt it, nodded his head, and shook his head again, saying that he could not keep those divisions out of the way with the formation method all the time.

Jing Jiuwang said to Zhuo Rusui, "Hurry up."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Then you give up."

The words fell squarely and the sparks reappeared.

This time the spark did not appear elsewhere in the valley, such as between the cliffs, such as the stream, but only between the two.

They were dozens of feet apart, so many sparks appeared here at the same time, densely packed, almost turned into a mirror of light, a little dazzling.

Seoru and the Shuiyue girl covered her face with her hands, and her eyes were cute.

He Zhan looked dignified, and found that if he could not withstand such a stormy attack.

Zhuo Ru is really strong. At this age, he has mastered the true meaning of Qingshan ’s kendo. The sword is abundant and the swordmanship is violent.

The question is, why can Jingjiu cope?

Bai Zao was a bit worried about Jing Jiu, because Jing Jiu's sword was really bad.

Zhuo Rusui is a close disciple in charge of Qingshan.

His flying sword seems to be ordinary, but in fact the grade is extraordinary. I am afraid that he has to be above the blue sea sword of Nanshan to be a real high-end fairy sword.

Even if Jingu ’s Kendo is not weaker than Zhuo Rusui, how can that ugly sword withstand such a high-frequency blow?

Countless sparks appeared in Tong Yan's eyes.

He couldn't figure out that Jiu Jiu had the possibility to fight back or even win.

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"Nephew Bai, please solve the formation."

A thick, cold voice suddenly heard in the night sky above.

Bai Zao heard the voice of Elder Qianqianmen. There was no way but to withdraw the formation outside the valley.

When the formation was removed, I heard a dense burst of air, and saw dozens of lights, which illuminated the night sky.

I was reminded beforehand, but Jing Jiu did not expect that the children's kendo level was really good, and eventually Yunyun Mountain was alarmed.

The participants of the Zhongzhou faction and the Aoyama sect, as well as the participants of the Shuiyueyu, Kunlun, and Daze rushed here, and looked from the sky to the ground.

The picture in the valley fell into everyone's eyes.

The sky was full of sparks, Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui stood in between.

The formation was removed, and the wind poured in from outside the valley, bringing those sparks to the high places, looking at it like tens of thousands of fireflies flying at the same time.

Everyone naturally knew that these sparks were the marks of Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui fighting sword, and they were shocked.

Are these two people so strong?

Those young disciples were thinking that if they were standing in the valley at this time, they would have been cut into countless sections by Feijian. Those senior teachers who have cultivated profoundly are thinking about whether they have such a level when they are so old, and then shake their heads with great emotion, thinking that they are too far away.

Zhuo Rusui is indeed a close disciple of Qingshan's head. It is indeed a monster that has defeated Zhao Layue. It is incredible. Jing Jiu is worthy of being a real disciple of Jingyang. He was able to withstand the attack of the other side, but all said that his realm had stagnated for ten years. Where can I tell?

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Jing Jiu raised the eyebrows when he felt the arrival of those in the sky.

He's used to being seen by others, but it doesn't mean he likes it, whether it's a face or a sword.

He decided to end the battle, so he let go of his hands behind him.

The iron sword suddenly appeared in the night sky, flew back to him, and plunged deeply into the ground.

This is the best opportunity to attack.

Zhuo Rusui did not move.

At this moment, he finally looked up.

Wang Xiangjing.

Feeling the change of atmosphere in the valley, he retreated without hesitation, retreated to the forest near Baizhang, and sat down with his knees.

He closed his eyes, left palm extended upwards, right hand and squeezed a sword.

The flying sword appeared in the night sky, and then disappeared again.

Jing Jiuyi was slightly floating and disappeared in situ.

The starlight fell silently in the valley, but hidden great danger.

The wind continued to blow, shaking the forest tips and weeds, and any line seemed to become a sword light, extremely extreme.

I do not know whether the wind poured into the hole between the cliffs or the friction of the leaves, and the valley screamed sternly.

Zhuoru's complexion became paler.

Senran swordsmanship flooded the whole valley.

Seser and others can no longer stand in place to watch and retreat to the cliff.

He Zhan's expression was a little bleak.

The practitioners in the night sky, mainly the young disciples, could not bear it, and retreated to more than ten miles.

The stern wind howling leaves moved, suddenly disappeared, and turned into a sorrowful sword.

Jing Jiu appeared in front of Zhuo Rusui.

Zhuo Rusui's flying sword was stepped on by his feet.

At nine o'clock Xiang Zhuoru's chest, a finger light with a sword light.

Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes and looked at the finger closer and closer, as if to see the sharpest sword in the world.

He let go of the sword, and no longer tried to control the flying sword again. His ten fingers spread with the afterimage, and he had to lock Jing Jiu's fingers with the method of locking Qingqiu.

At the Qingshan Sword Trial Conference that year, Liang Hanfeng Gu Han tried to lock Jing Jiu's sword in this way, but he failed.

Zhuo Rusui knows this, but he thinks that what his brother can't do, he can certainly do it himself.

The light of the sword flashed.

Zhuo Rusui's hand fell on the sleeve of Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu's fingers fell on his chest.

Poppy poppy.

Countless light muffled echoes in his body.

Dozens of white smoke erupted from his sword shirt.

Zhuo Rushui was shocked back into the woods and bumped into a tree.

The tree broke down with a click and fell into two.

The white smoke gradually dissipated, dozens of sword marks appeared on his body, and blood stains leaked out.

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There was silence in the valley.

The same is true in the night sky.

The world is speechless.

Countless sights fell on Jing Jiu's body, some shocked, some awed, some eager.

What exactly did Jing Jiu use?

His body is so mysterious and unpredictable that the Zhongzhou School ’s heaven and earth tactics are nothing more than this.

Countless doubts arose in the hearts of everyone, and then they remembered the rumor.

"It's gratifying to have so many talented disciples under your school, but ... it's hidden enough."

Yue Qianmen looked at Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang and said that the tone is not bitter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but it is mostly tentative.

Fang Jingtian was silent, looking at the figure in the valley, thoughtfully.

Nan Wang said indifferently, "It's a congenital invisible sword body. Am I going to shout everywhere?"

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(I wrote a sentence in the chapter yesterday, He Zhan took him to find a friend to grill fish ... I wrote an ellipsis in parentheses at the back. Actually, it was fun to write this sentence, because grilled fish is my friend Ah ... Although his name is Orleans Grilled Nautilus Fort, by the way of advertising, his rekindling resumed. I also found it fun to write this chapter today. I have written countless battles over the years, and now I am more and more demanding of the picture Tune, I like this tone, Aga!)

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