Su Bian Cultivation World

Many years later, Luo Jiujiang taught others about swords.

He has never been a character of keeping secrets. No matter what the person's cultivation level is, as long as the person's understanding ability is sufficient, he will try his best to explain it to the person.

One of them is good at studying subtle things, and even asked him about the subtleties of sword skills when listening to sword skills. Luo Jiujiang considered the other party's ability to accept, and taught him some lessons about sword skills.

"I have been taught." The man bowed sincerely, and then asked for advice: "Then dare I ask, what is the name of this move?"

"...you can't say it." Luo Jiujiang said quietly.

"what?"

"What I mean is... you can just think of the name of this sword as Unspeakable." Luo Jiujiang, who had become the god of swords at that time, silently dropped this sentence. God is really high and unfathomable" and walked away alone.

A closer look reveals that the back is still a bit bleak.

Later, someone specially collected Luo Jiujiang's anecdotes and compiled them into a collection, and the matter of this "unspeakable" sword move naturally became a headless public case passed down by word of mouth.

When the story went around and returned to Luo Jiujiang's ears, it was almost out of shape.The always open-minded and open-minded Master Dao Shen spouted out a mouthful of hot tea, and hung his face helplessly with a wry smile.

He deliberately didn't say the name of this move in order to prevent this kind of thing, but he didn't expect to be unable to prevent it in the end.

Of course, the name of this trick is far more shocking and straightforward than those rumors in the cultivation world. In Feng Xue's words, it can be called a model of a micro-fiction with a huge amount of information-because it is called "I'm sorry, old man. Tarzan!"

Don't mention the long story after a hundred years, let's talk back to the moment when Luo Jiujiang comprehended the power of the sword.

When Luo Jiujiang and Longshen Xuying faced each other face to face, a gloomy hurricane blew up in the cave.

This cave is not very empty, and almost every minute is filled with the body of the phantom of the dragon god; however, every gap in the shadow of the blue dragon is now filled with small and thin swords like cicada's wings and silver needles. .

Countless saber movements echoed up and down, intersecting front and back, like flowing water, and like the ubiquitous wind, they have already twisted into one body without making a sound.

The hurricane roared, and every grain of soil lifted by it was full of strength, making potholes everywhere on the rock wall of the cave, and the condensed knife momentum flowed in an irresistible momentum within a square inch, majestic like The East China Sea is as heavy as Mount Tai.

At the very end of the hurricane was Luo Jiujiang's hand holding the knife handle steadily.

Luo Jiujiang holds his own knife.Holding Chengxue in his hands, his expression was indifferent and determined, as if what he was waving right now was not an external possession, or just equipped with a new knife less than two years old.He trusts his beloved knife as much as he trusts himself.

In today's mortal place, he was able to use the weak to defeat the strong, and rely on his own understanding to create a way out.It's no wonder that there was a rumor about Luo Jiujiang later: It is said that Luo Lang, the young master of Spirit Snake Island, as long as he has a knife in his hand, he can block and kill gods, Buddhas can block and kill Buddhas, and he dares to cut even chaos.Although a single horse, it is unrivaled.

And this rumor... is not so much a rumor as it is a prophecy.

It doesn't say anything wrong.

…………

The hurricane-like saber gesture was in a stalemate with the Dragon God phantom for a moment, and then it was almost visible to the naked eye. Countless cracks and cracks spread across the body of the blue dragon shadow like glass shattered.

On the other hand, Luo Jiujiang, although his expression was still dignified, did not feel any effort.

When the phantom of the blue dragon was covered with densely packed tiny cracks, it seemed that time had stopped for a moment at this moment.At that crucial moment of deciding the outcome, even the blue dragon's crazy and tyrannical eyeballs had cracks, which added an "inhuman" look to the phantom, which was already less alive. feel.

Luo Jiujiang, who was staring at it, couldn't help but suffocate.

The next moment, the entire body of the blue dragon couldn't hold on any longer, and the tiny crack instantly expanded, dividing it into a pool of torn pieces.

It was like tens of thousands of years ago when the flesh and blood were broken and scattered.

The dragon god phantom let out a long and unwilling cry before it was completely shattered. The sound wave hit the rock wall at the mountainside layer by layer, and then turned into echoes again and again, pouring into Luo Jiujiang's ears again.

This scene vaguely overlapped with Han Qianling's dream. Whether it was ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, the end of a hero is always sad.

The body of the Dragon God, which exudes a faint blue light like smoke, finally fell apart. It was only at this time that Luo Jiujiang showed a look of fatigue in his eyes. He slowly put down his hand, and repeated his apology softly again.

Along with those disappearing spots of light, there was also a small drop of blood.

Luo Jiujiang took a step back, staggering the spot where the blood bead was about to fall.Facing such pure blood of the dragon, after witnessing how it made the phantom of the dragon soar, Luo Jiujiang still showed no greed.

He just avoided that drop of blood, just like two quarters of an hour ago, he deliberately gave this blood drop to Dragon God Xuying.

Like an inescapable fate, the phantom of the dragon god after ten thousand years finally went to the same result as ten thousand years ago; and Luo Jiujiang, who survived a near death and survived before the gate of hell, is still in essence the same as face-to-face disaster. Same as before, nothing has changed.

Even if the stars change and the world changes, there is always a nature and persistence that have not changed. Therefore, even if you repeat it thousands of times, you will probably just repeat the same ending.

What changes is only the green mountains and green waters, not the hearts of the people.

Under Luo Jiujiang's watchful eye, the drop of blood silently infiltrated into the rock without causing any abnormal movement.

And Luo Jiujiang made a promise at this moment.

"I don't know if you still care about Yiqianling...but the same thing, as long as I live for a day, I will definitely not let it happen to Qianling."

"You... go all the way."

Luo Jiujiang stood silently for a long time, and quietly sent this piece of obsession belonging to the remnants of the dragon god to the last journey.

As a junior who is still blessed by His grace ten thousand years later, as a family member who may not be recognized by the other party for life.

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After a little rest, Luo Jiujiang continued to advance towards the mountainside.

Although the mountainside before was dimly lit, it was finally illuminated by the faint blue light of the phantom of the Dragon God. With the eyesight of Luo Jiujiang Jindan cultivator, he could always see things unobstructed.However, after the shadow of the dragon disappeared, the place became completely dark.

Where does the light source come from in the mountainside, and I don't know if the essence of the five elements has the property of absorbing light. The darkness is far thicker than the outside, almost reaching the point where you can't see your fingers.

During the period, Luo Jiujiang also tried to light a fire book, or hold out a luminous pearl, but it didn't work at all.

It seems that only certain special existences are allowed to illuminate people here, such as Shenlong phantom, such as Han Qianling.

Since Luo Jiujiang couldn't find a suitable light source, he didn't struggle too much, and just let go of his perception and walked carefully in the cave.

Originally, when he saw this coconut ball-shaped hill from the outside, he only thought it was round and cute, and it even looked very short compared to other peaks.But it wasn't until he walked into the belly of the mountain that he realized that there must be another mystery.

At least according to Luo Jiujiang's own estimate, since he entered this place, all the distances he has traveled are added together. I am afraid that it will be no problem to walk around the periphery of this "green coconut ball" three or four times.

Is space folding here?Or is it due to the nature of the essence of the five elements itself?Luo Jiujiang thought silently in his mind, but he never stopped walking.

At this moment, he has almost let go of all his perception, and every time he takes a step, his spiritual consciousness slides inch by inch across the mountain wall beside him.Although the rock walls here are rough, dry and uniform, there are still obvious differences when they fall at the bottom of Luo Jiujiang.

He walked like this for half an hour, but he still didn't feel that the rock wall beside him overlapped with the previous journey.

This long road without light seems to have no end.

Luo Jiujiang never let down his vigilance, or felt impatient about it.

When he was just a fledgling, he encountered great changes, but he was still able to walk alone on the dead white snow field for two days and two nights. Now, his patience is naturally better.

He didn't let go of every detail that might be different.

About half an hour later, Luo Jiujiang suddenly stood still.

"The third level, is this here?" He asked tentatively.

The mountain wall pushed his voice back from all directions—"The third pass, is this here?"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

"It's in Luo Jiujiang."

——"In Xialuo Jiujiang."

"Dare to ask who you are?"

——"May I ask who you are?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

——"Do you know where this place is?"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Even though he knew that every sentence he said would get the same answer, Luo Jiujiang still tried several times persistently.

This is not because of a sudden childlike innocence, wanting to hear my own echo for fun.It's because the bounced back learning voice is not an echo at all.

In the world, there is no place in the world where when the echo bounces back, it will spontaneously change from a clear, clear tone between a teenager and a youth to a childish voice.

The pronunciation of the child's voice is still a little fuzzy, and the accent and frustration of the pronunciation are completely different from Luo Jiujiang's speaking tone.

Rather than echoing or teasing, this is more like a parrot learning its tongue awkwardly.

Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, and tried to speak more straightforwardly and simply: "Can you understand me when I speak?"

——"I speak, can you understand me?"

"Where is this?"

"..."

This time, the child's voice stopped babbling.

Luo Jiujiang heard the boy throw out two words indistinctly, perhaps because there is no such template as Luo Jiujiang to follow, those two words even sound like milk bubbles.

"chaos."

"……where?"

"chaos."