The Path Toward Heaven

Zhuo Rusui was very excited, and shouted loudly, even breaking the end, which sounded a little ridiculous.

What he said was even more ridiculous.

Everyone knew that Jing Jiu was holding the celestial talisman in his left hand, and he couldn't let go of it, so he could only carry it behind his back. He said so, but it seemed like he really let Qilin have one hand.

Moreover, sword cultivators in the Youye realm no longer need the assistance of sword tactics. What is the difference between one hand and two hands?

Qilin ignored this crazy disciple Qingshan who lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, Is it right here?

Zhao Layue suddenly said: You have lived for tens of thousands of years, and you can't even control your strength. Who is your age?

She had been silent for a long time, and she suddenly said acrimonious words that she would never say normally, because she was really nervous at this moment.

She didn't know what Fang Jingyuan meant to Jing Jiu, but she believed that Jing Jiu should be more beneficial here.

Anyway, it didn't live on to your dog.

Qilin said a word indifferently, ignored this crazy Qingshan disciple who was always looking at a hall in the distance, and asked, Start?

When he was talking, he kept staring into Jing Jiu's eyes - both he and Bai Zhenren were suspicious of Jing Jiu's origin, if the other party was really the reincarnation of Jing Jiu, then he couldn't take it too seriously, even if the other party was just a middle-aged wanderer, who could be killed with just a flick of a finger.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, his wrist moved slightly, and the tip of the black iron sword was slightly raised.

This action is very casual and calm, hiding extreme confidence, but in Qilin's view, it is naturally extremely provocative.

Qilin looked indifferent, flicked his right hand, and a straight line like smoke hit Jing Jiu's face.

This cloud of smoke seems to be extremely fine, but it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling, as if it is as heavy as a mountain.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, knowing that she would definitely not be able to handle it.

The most important thing is that even if she wanted to resist with the Forth sword, it was too late to draw the sword.

Qilin's seemingly random movements were actually as fast as lightning. The people in the quiet garden didn't even see when he raised his hand, when he flexed his fingers, and when he popped out.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

He has indeed suppressed his realm in the Nascent Soul stage, and his supernatural powers are still terrifying.

He has unimaginable strength and naturally has unmatched speed.

No matter from any point of view, it is impossible for Jing Jiu to avoid Qilin's finger, no matter how mysterious and unpredictable his Nether Immortal Sword is.

But he stands in the way.

When Qilin stared into his eyes, he was also looking at Qilin.

What he looked at was not Qilin's hands, nor Qilin's shoulders, nor the traces of Qilin's clothes being carried by the wind, but Qilin's eyes.

Qilin's eyes moved slightly, and he moved, and he counted where the finger fell in advance.

The wide and ugly black iron sword pierced back through the air, like a piece of armor, blocking in front of him, covering his eyes, and also covering the sky.

Even the sky can be covered, and naturally nothing can pass through.

The light smoke accurately landed on the black iron sword.

The burnt dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to become elastic, sinking slightly, and then quickly rebounded.

The substantial power continued to go into the sword body, spread to all directions, and finally returned to the air again, shaking out more than ten invisible air waves.

In the end it all came out in the form of sound.

There was a soft snap, and then turned into a terrifying roar in a very short time!

boom! It was like a thunder blasted on the ground.

Even if the bells of all the Zen temples in the world are ringing at the same time, they can't hide it!

The air wave rolled up everything in the quiet garden, and there was a lot of smoke and dust.

Zhuo Rusui's face was pale.

Xi Yiyun spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Bai Qianjun snorted and took two steps back.

This is the result of the isolation between Du Haiseng and Da Changseng.

How much power does that finger like light smoke contain?

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Flick a sword.

The sound moved nine days.

All the monks in Guocheng Temple heard it, and they walked out of the hall one after another, looking in the direction of the backyard suspiciously.

The villagers who were preparing for the New Year outside the temple could also hear it clearly, and wondered in astonishment which village it was the thunder from the sky that made such a noise.

In the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was a little worried when he heard the loud noise. He could tell that it wasn't thunder.

Xiao He looked at his expression, and said softly: Why don't you... you should go and have a look?

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat, and said, Young master doesn't let me go, of course he has his reasons, I'll listen to him.

Xiao He didn't understand, and asked, Aren't you afraid that something will happen to him?

Liu Shisui took chopsticks and stirred shredded kimchi and beef into the rice, took a big mouthful, and said vaguely, Young master will be fine.

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Jing Jiu has something to do.

After the smoke and dust cleared, he was no longer where he was, but retreated into the rain corridor...

His body knocked the rain corridor into a gap several feet deep, as if it was deeply wedged in.

More than a dozen faint but clear sword intents radiated out with the fluttering of his hair and clothes, and the innate invisible sword body was already visible.

Just a casual finger from Qilin forced him to unleash all his sword intent.

Yes, it is true that Qilin only used the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage, but his body is really...too powerful.

As I said before, he is the topmost existence in Chaotian Continent, except for the one from Xueguo.

But what really shocked the people in Jingyuan was not the strength of Qilin, because that was a well-known fact, but...Jing Jiu did not fall down.

Jing Jiu came out from the rain corridor, sawdust scattered from his clothes, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

He raised his left hand holding the celestial talisman, wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and then burned it into blue smoke without leaving any trace.

No one noticed that a few wisps of the blue smoke slipped through the fingers of his left hand.

Looking at this scene, Xi Yiyun was shocked and speechless, and Bai Qianjun was even more astonished——Jing Jiu was able to catch Qilin's blow!

Qilin narrowed his eyes slightly and took a step forward.

At this moment, there was a loud shout in Jingyuan.

First hit!

The person who shouted was still Zhuo Rusui, and he was still shouting something that everyone knew.

He didn't want to dilute the tense atmosphere in the arena, but wanted to interrupt the rhythm and buy some time for Jing Jiu to recover.

Until now, he still didn't raise his head, looked at Jing Jiu's black iron sword hanging beside him, thinking that the sword should be broken, right?

The whole Qingshan knew that what Jing Jiu inherited was the sword of Master Mo's uncle on Shiyue Peak.

There is nothing special about this iron sword, except that it is somewhat wide.

As Jing Jiu's realm became higher and higher, more and more people feel sorry for him, thinking that this iron sword is not worthy of him, and Zhuo Rusui has always thought so.

With a soft click, a crack appeared on the surface of the black iron sword, and then gradually expanded.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui was very helpless, thinking that he had already said that this sword of yours is not good, so what use can it be except for some poison?

How dare you point at this old man with such broken copper and iron? Qilin said, staring into Jing Jiu's eyes.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

With a bang, the heavy object fell to the ground.

It wasn't that the iron sword was broken, but that a piece of rust had peeled off from the iron sword, and fell to the ground like a stone, cracking into several pieces.

Will the iron sword break into pieces like this piece of rust later on?

Jing Jiu was seriously injured, but without any fear, he still pointed his sword flat at the unicorn, and with the vibration of his wrist, the tip of the sword rose and fell slightly.

Bai Qianjun saw something else, and was extremely angry, thinking, are you fishing? How dare you do such a thing to my sect's Zhenshan beast! How rude!

As the iron sword rises and falls, those black, thick and ugly old rusts peel off a little more, revealing some bright spots.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, and Jing Jiu's figure suddenly disappeared. He came to the sky outside the tranquil garden, flickered like a candle, and landed on the mountain several miles away.

This kind of movement technique is weird and unpredictable, and the speed is extremely fast, even if the Zhongzhou School's heaven and earth escape method is cultivated to the extreme, it is no more than that.

The people in Jingyuan naturally didn't know the existence of the Nether Immortal Sword, and wondered whether the legendary innate invisible sword actually had such supernatural powers?

Xi Yiyun's expression was slightly chilled, thinking of Jing Jiu's celestial illusion body technique that Jing Jiu once showed in Qingtianjian illusion.

Bai Qianjun's face was even more ugly. On Buzhou Mountain in the illusion, he and dozens of strong men from the Qin State were killed by Jing Jiu in this state. How could he forget? He didn't expect Jing Jiu to be able to display such ghostly and unpredictable sword skills in the real world, and it seemed to be even more powerful.

Qilin's eyes were even colder, which represented anger and killing intent.

At this moment, he was even more certain that the figure who escaped from the Demon Suppressing Prison was this person, and this person killed Canglong!

With the howling wind, he disappeared from the spot, and instantly came to the sky above the mountain, and slammed down on Jing Jiu with a volley of palms.

Even a dark lamp is difficult to extinguish in a strong wind.

Jing Jiu was wobbly, flickering east and west, somehow escaped from the range of the palm wind and came to the extremely high sky.

Qilin's supernatural powers are terrifying, with one palm hitting the air, he was able to retract the power of the palm, smashed into countless powerful arrows, and sprinkled them into the sky!

At this moment, someone in the village outside Guocheng Temple lit firecrackers.

Crackling, crackling, countless firecrackers sounded, covering the sound of blasting those powerful arrows.

People in Jingyuan looked up and could only see shooting stars all over the sky and a ray of sword light passing through it. Only Monk Duhai could vaguely see Jing Jiu's figure. One can imagine how fast he was at this time.

Zhuo Rusui still didn't look up, staring at a shivering weed between the stone slabs, his face was a little pale, thinking silently in his heart, is it okay now? When are you going to watch it? Are you looking at it?

The wind stopped and the clouds were still, and the sky was full of meteors, and Jing Jiu's figure reappeared and landed on the ground, dressed in white like a cloud, without making any sound.

Qilin also returned to the quiet garden.

The agreement was three strikes, so he only slapped one palm from the beginning and did not pursue it.

Previously, Qilin's volleying palm turned into meteors all over the sky, which could be counted as a blow, but considering its status and seniority, it was actually considered too much.

Zhuo Rusui was still worried, looked at the ground and shouted, Er... eh?

He suddenly felt dazzled.

Jing Jiu's feet seemed to disappear in front of his eyes for an instant.

Then Jingyuan fell into a dead silence.

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When Zhuo Rusui lowered his head, a flash of sword light resounded in the quiet garden, followed by a light rubbing sound.

Jing Jiu returned to the spot, his face was pale, obviously seriously injured.

But no one looked at him.

Everyone is looking at Qilin.

A very shallow wound appeared at the corner of Qilin's eyebrow, and a small drop of blood was slowly oozing out.

He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes, and slowly said word by word, How dare you hurt me...

Jing Jiu said, I picked you up three times, and I didn't say I couldn't fight back.

Qilin really didn't expect that Jing Jiu would be able to fight back in this situation, and dared to think about it. He was not prepared, and he didn't expect that his body skills could be faster, so he was cut by his sword.

None of this is the key, the most important thing is that he never thought that Jing Jiu's sword could hurt himself.

Everyone in Jingyuan didn't expect that, looking at the blood drop that was about to fall on Qilin's eyebrows, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

A young man who has practiced for less than thirty years, but with a cultivation base in the middle of the wild, can actually hurt Qilin?

How can this be!

Zhuo Rusui was also extremely shocked when he heard the conversation between the venues.

Even if Qilin suppresses himself in the Nascent Soul stage, how can the innate divine body be broken? What kind of sword are you using?

——Your own sword is absolutely unacceptable, I am afraid that not all main swords of Qingshan Nine Peaks are suitable. Could it be that you are using Furth Sword?

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu's back, squeezed a sword formula with her left hand, and suppressed the restless Furth sword in the sword pill.

Du Haiseng knew more inside information, looked at Jing Jiu, and thought to himself, did you use the sharpest sword in the legend?

Liu Shisui in the vegetable garden looked at the excited bracelet on his wrist that was buzzing and wondered what happened in Guocheng Temple?

Jing Jiu didn't speak any more, and once again raised the black iron sword in his hand, aiming at Qilin.

With his movements, the rust on the black iron sword fell down, gradually revealing the extremely bright sword body.

Du Haiseng looked at the sword, felt the sharp, dead but extremely violent complex aura coming from it, and asked in shock, What kind of sword is this?

Jing Jiu's eyes became a little blank, and his voice became colder, just like this sword.

Cosmic Front.

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(If you are interested, you can go to the foreword of the fourth volume, the poem called Hu Zhongtian.)