Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1442 Inaction Sword Intent
When all the venerables were enjoying themselves, suddenly a figure appeared above an empty peak. When the sword was raised, the mysterious light pierced the sky, and the world returned to the original, and the way was like a vast sea!

The body of Jianzong monk trembled, and he looked in that direction—Linghuai Peak!
That is Jialou's Wuwei Sword!

The sword performances of the gentlemen actually aroused the sword intent of the Wuwei Sword on Linghuai Peak!

The monks of Jianzong have a difficult expression. Jialou and Wuwei are taboo words in Jianzong. No one deliberately erases these two words, but almost everyone avoids them subconsciously. When they are mentioned, they feel sad and angry Cross, can't wait for love.

As the eldest disciple of Sword Ancestor, Sword Master Wuwei, the No.1 of Sword Sect, is the benchmark respected by all kendo monks, but it is such an existence they trust that leads them into the abyss!
At the beginning of the war between the two emperors, the monks of Jianzong voluntarily joined the war and fought hard to kill the enemy. The second and third generations were almost exhausted.

However, the situation gradually got out of control. Wenchen Jian Wubu Shangzun, Raining Rain and Jian Wuhua Venerable died one after another. Garuda did not stop the war. The Supreme Good Ruo Shuijian Venerable had a broken Taoist foundation and had no choice but to reincarnate. Garuda did not stop the war. Xuantian's life and soul died countless times, and Jialou did not stop the war!

Finally, Spring and Autumn Misfortune recalled all the disciples of the Holy Land, but the lives of the deceased could never be saved.

But if it is said that Jialou is the chief culprit of the Xuantian catastrophe, they are not the accomplices.

They thought of the lineage of Wuwei again, all disciples and grandchildren died, and there was only one Zhetian Sword Master left.

Zhetian is actually about two or three thousand years older than Garou. Garou is an innate holy spirit born in the destiny of humanity, and he is a spirit nurtured by the aura of domineering. St.

He had hoped to do something like Jialou in these nine days, but the first thing the quasi-sage did was to clean up the mess for Jialou Yuanming with Venerable Xiyang and clean up the previous generation. The remaining cause and effect will never escape from the world.

That war affected the fate of too many people, making it hard to forget.

At this time, three more sword intents rushed forward one after another, which were the sword intents of Wenchen Sword, Raining Rain Sword, and Shangshanruoshui Sword!
The monks of Jianzong are dead, and the sword intent is immortal, and they will be sent to the peak forever. At this moment, the masters are performing swords, and they are all inspired!

The second-generation venerables were full of emotions, and the impermanence venerable said, "Time is fate. I will perform the sword style again. You gentlemen, look forward to it. How much you can understand is up to you!"

When you were in doubt, you saw the second-generation venerables each performing sword moves, and nine sword intents intertwined to paint a scene of prosperity, like a scroll of time, spreading out the true meaning of the world.

At this time, even Zhan Changfeng put away his sword and watched this mysterious scene.

The nine swords and the sword intent complement each other, and they have evolved into everything in the world. It is conceivable that when the nine of them gather together, how peerless they are!

The disciples of Jianzong seemed to have ushered in a feast of sword intent, the lingering sadness disappeared, and they were immersed in the Dao patterns all over the sky. No matter what time it was, they all sincerely believed that the second generation of nine swords was an indelible glory in the history of sword dao!

After the feast was over, Jianzong fell into a rare silence. Several second-generation venerables exchanged a few words with Zhan Changfeng, but there was no movement.

The wind is blowing and the leaves are falling, and the irrelevant venerable walked up to the peak of the impermanent venerable. Looking out from here, it is Linghuai Peak.

He took a sip of the wine and handed the jar to the Supreme Master Wuchang. After a long time, he had nothing to say and said, "During the battle between the Dragon Clan and the Changsheng Emperor, didn't senior brother say that she couldn't create a sword pattern, and even if she did, it would be a tyrannical one." A sword?"

The Impermanence Venerable said calmly, "The world is impermanent."

"Heh." He shook his head, "I'm just sighing, the swords of our nine people, when divided, walk alone, and together, they seem to cover the sky and the earth. She only has one sword, but she wants to suppress the ancients and shine in the world. From here Look, don't we look like the defenders of the prosperous age, and she looks like the overbearing pioneer?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm just wondering if Jianzong will join the Nine Heavens Conquest."

"As a human being, don't be too greedy. The Holy Land's influence in Xuantian has finally been stabilized. Why bother with such things, it's better to feel at ease."

"But if a humane monk only has his own Dao in his heart, is he still a humane monk?"

Wuchang Venerable sighed softly, "Do you want Jianzong to experience the Heavenly War again?"

The irrelevant venerable was silent, he didn't want to.

On Lingwu Peak, Zhan Changfeng stood there for a long time, then condensed out the Emperor Sword again, leaving a sword mark on the nearby stone wall.

The sword mark contains majestic morality, although it is not enough for people to understand the Emperor's Sword, it can also help people a lot.

Her sword comprehension method was taught by Ling Xiaozi after all, and this sword mark should be given to Jianzong.

It was three days after seeing Ling Xiaozi, she was playing chess with her in the palace, and the old man with long beard walked in by himself.

"Tianzun Wanan, it just so happens that the Immortal Emperor Sword has been returned, and it is time to say goodbye."

"Don't be in a hurry, I still have a few words to say to you." Ling Xiaozi sat cross-legged across from her, his eyes swept over the black and white pieces on the chess field, "There are many masters in Jianzong chess, why not let them come?" Play a few rounds with you."

"The most difficult thing to win is yourself." Zhan Changfeng stroked the chessboard, and returned the black and white pieces to the chess pot, "But if Tianzun is willing to reward the face, I am not very honored."

Ling Xiaozi nodded with a smile, "I have several treasures here, and I planned to choose three of them to satisfy your gratitude for returning the sword. If you win this round, I will let you choose three of them."

"It sounds like I didn't make any money. If I win, I don't have to choose from the choices you provided, but specify three of them myself, is that okay?"

"it is good."

Zhan Changfeng took a chess piece and played with him, "I would like to ask, what is the outcome of the battle between Tianzun and Longzu?"

"It's just counting five or five." Ling Xiaozi said, "If you destroy ten thousand stars, the dragon and phoenix families will bear the brunt. If the two families don't do it now, they will do it sooner or later."

"Gu destroyed Wan Xing, but didn't kill them. He just explained the truth to them. They are all sensible. They voluntarily followed Gu's lead. Now Gu let them go back to the Sea of ​​Spiritual Talisman. They go in."

"You have a lot of reasons." Ling Xiaozi pressed down a stone, "Yaozu may not be reasonable."

"Monsters are not the only ones who are unreasonable, but they have to talk about it." Zhan Changfeng frowned slightly, and killed him, "Reasonable people live long."

The two of you come and go, occasionally exchanging a few witty words, and finally the chess game has come to an end.

The chess piece in Ling Xiaozi's hand was powerless, he threw it into the chess jar and asked, "What do you want?"

"Shards of the astrolabe."

Ling Xiaozi pinched a strand of beard and nodded slightly, "What else?"

Zhan Changfeng tapped the chess piece on the chess surface, and returned the choice to Ling Xiaozi, "I just want to see which ones Tianzun is going to let Gu choose."

He put several boxes on the table and opened them one by one. One was the Sword of Evil Resurrection, one was the Secret Pill of Returning the Soul of Yuanshi, one was the Mystic Frost Grass that protected and promoted the quasi-sage, and one was the fragment of the astrolabe. .

Zhan Changfeng pondered, "Does Tianzun have two fragments?"

".Only this one."

She picked the Yuanshi Returning Soul Secret Pill again, "The remaining one, I can replace it with an equivalent spirit stone or essence for Gu."

"My guess was wrong, whatever." Ling Xiaozi left behind a sumeru bag, got up and left, "The road is difficult and dangerous, so I can take care of it myself."

(End of this chapter)