The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue took a step forward.

Several sword lights emanated from her dress, the hair rope snapped silently, and the black hair spread out like splashed ink.

At the same time, Gu Qing took a step to the side, and the aura exuded increased at an unimaginable speed.

Universe Front rose silently, and was about to reach for the white cat in Jing Jiu's arms.

From the beginning to the end, the two of them did not look at each other.

This kind of tacit understanding exists among all Qingshan disciples, let alone the people on Shenmo Peak.

It was the same when Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui killed Luo Huainan in Guiyun City.

No one expected that Zhao Layue and Gu Qing would make a sudden move, or no one dared to think so, especially the latter.

From everyone's point of view, Gu Qing's face was pale and dazed, obviously shocked by what happened to his master.

Feeling the violent increase of his aura, people were shocked to find that he was actually preparing to break through!

Breaking through the realm is the most important and difficult thing in practice. If you are slightly disturbed, you will fail. Practitioners often need to prepare for a long time in retreat—whether it is medicine, Taoism or will—and then start under the protection of the teacher or formation.

It's extremely rare for Lu Qing to break through in public like this, so isn't he worried about problems?

Who would have thought that Gu Qing's real purpose was to use the aura of heaven and earth to kill people when the situation was broken?

Everyone thought that he had been frightened too much today and that he had lost his temper!

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The reason why people didn't expect that Gu Qing would choose to break the barrier in public was because they didn't know the glorious tradition of Shenmo Peak's retreat and breaking the barrier.

Not to mention Jing Jiu's anomaly, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu were very casual when they broke the Wuzhang Realm before, and Zhao Layue even broke the Youye Middle Realm in the process of chasing and killing Daoist Taiping!

When Lu Qing attracted everyone's attention, Zhao Layue was already preparing to unleash the most powerful and most dangerous sword in the Nine Deaths Sword Art.

The dim sword light wafting from the dress, and the sword intent fluttering with the black hair, were all signs of the Acquired Intangible Sword Body being pushed to the extreme.

As long as the white cat is sent to Fang Jingtian's face by the cosmic front, she will unleash the sword.

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Suddenly there was a wind.

It wasn't a strong wind, but it blew away all the breath.

The violent aura emitted by Lu Qing was blown away.

The murderous aura exuded by Zhao Layue was also blown away, and even the sword light of Hou Tian's invisible sword body was somewhat dimmed by the wind, as if it might disappear at any time.

In the sea of ​​clouds between Tianguang Peak, there are countless huge waves, tumbling restlessly, and the strands are like swords, which is frightening to watch.

The elders and disciples from all the peaks of the Qingshan Mountain wielded their swords to avoid it.

Bafang Yuntai also went away.

The huge waves raised by the sea of ​​clouds rolled towards the sky, faintly turning into a sword shape.

This is not a real flying sword, but the materialization of sword intent.

That sword intent gave people a feeling of a long time, but it was as brutal and bloodthirsty as a newborn beast.

The sword intent that can induce the heaven and the earth, and the sea of ​​clouds to imitate itself... How far has this reached?

Messy black hair danced wildly in the wind, several blood lines faintly appeared on her pale face, Zhao Layue stared at the skinny old man in the wheelchair, her eyes were full of anger.

Lu Qing's breakthrough was directly interrupted by this powerful sword intent, and the situation was even worse, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Master Tailu looked at Zhao Layue and Gu Qing appreciatively and said: You two juniors are so weak, you dare to kill me...you are worthy of being my Qingshan disciples.

The sea of ​​clouds returned to calm, and those Yuntai also stopped leaving.

Bu Qiuxiao looked at the wheelchair on the top of the peak with serious eyes.

Liu Shisui was behind him, quietly putting away the Guancheng pen, as if he hadn't prepared to do anything just now.

Bu Qiuxiao glanced at him, but said nothing.

Such an old man, yet he still has such power. Wasn't he in the upper realm of the sky back then!

He Wei, head of the Kunlun Sect, looked over there with a pale face, and murmured, Qingshan Sect...how many Tongtians are there?

Yuntai was several miles away from the top of Tianguang Peak, and He Wei's voice was not loud, but Master Tailu still heard it. He turned his head to look over there, rolled his eyes, and said with tyranny and contempt: If I wasn't in the upper realm of Tongtian, wouldn't the Taiping thief have killed me long ago? Why have I been imprisoned in the sword prison for so many years?

The sea of ​​clouds was already quiet, but the gigantic sword shadow was still there, standing between the sky and the earth, overlooking all living beings.

Seeing this scene, practitioners from various sects were shocked and speechless.

Who would have thought that the death of Tailu Daoist is approaching, but his realm is still extremely high, and his swordsmanship is even more unfathomable!

As expected, he is indeed the old monster with the highest seniority and seniority in the Qingshan Sect!

Then someone thought that Mo Chengfeng had such a terrifying swordsman monster back then, but he was still washed in blood, and Master Tailu was imprisoned in the sword prison for more than 600 years...

Then how scary were the real people Taiping and Jingyang back then?

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The wind and snow on the top of Tianguang Peak appeared along with the three-foot sword.

At the previous moment, the wind and snow were blown away by the sword wind, and they gathered again in a blink of an eye, and then fell.

After several breaths of time, there was more snow on the body of Daoist Tailu, and several cracks appeared on his face, but no blood flowed out.

Obviously, this is Yuan Qijing's move.

Even though Master Tailu was a monster who killed the world with swords back then, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of Yuan Qijing at this time when all the oil is running out.

My essence and blood have dried up, so I won't live long, why are you in a hurry?

Master Tailu had no fear at all, looked at Yuan Qijing with an indifferent expression and said: After I get rid of this sword demon, you can kill me before it's too late.

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The wind blows the white clothes, extremely vigorously.

Jing Jiu stood up from his chair.

After being imprisoned in the Sword Prison for six hundred years, Uncle Tailu really realized some new skills of swordsmanship. If he were to make a big fuss before he died, there would really be problems.

He looked at Zhao Layue and Gu Qing, his eyes were gentle and serious, then the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he smiled.

No one thought that with Zhao Layue and Gu Qing's realm, they would dare to kill Master Tailu.

Even he didn't think of it.

Then he looked to the other side of the peak.

At the beginning, I thought that I should kill you with a single sword, but senior brother cherishes his talents and thinks that you can figure it out, so it's better to leave it to the descendants of Qingshan.

Jing Jiu looked at Master Tailu and said, If you don't understand, you should die early. Isn't it hard work to live on for so many years with such a painful method?

Daoist Tailu squinted his eyes slightly, he didn't expect that he actually knew his life-sustaining painstaking method.

Immediately afterwards, Master Tailu felt a faint burnt smell.

It was the smell of fire on the edge of an old iron pan that had been used for decades, and it was also the smell of flint rubbing against the ground at high speed.

After all, he was very old, and his six senses were not sharp, especially his sense of smell. He wasn't sure if it was the smell of death, but he definitely smelled killing intent.

You sword demon, do you want to kill me?

Master Tailu looked at Jing Jiu and said mockingly.

The next moment, Jing Jiu disappeared from his sight.

The next moment, Jing Jiu came before his eyes.

Such a coquettish and quick flash naturally brought up the wind, and the wind brought up the sleeves of the clothes.

More than ten sword lights floated from the sleeve of the clothes, much brighter than Zhao Layue's previous sword lights.

Innate invisible sword body! Someone exclaimed.

No! He really is a sword demon! Someone shouted in fear.

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There is a saying in the practice world that Jing Jiu's physical skills are like ghosts and immortals, but not many people have seen it with their own eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that people realized that the legend was true, and they believed Fang Jingtian's words even more.

Such a treacherous movement technique, such an unimaginable speed, is even far superior to the Zhongzhou school's heaven and earth escape method, what else can it do except the flying sword?

Jing Jiu came to the wheelchair.

Fang Jingtian didn't move.

I don't know if he trusts Master Tailu's will sword ability, or there are other reasons.

Master Tailu looked at him, and said in his consciousness: You shouldn't stop, or with your speed, you might catch me by surprise.

Jing Jiu: No matter where the sword is drawn, my sword is always as fast.

Master Tailu: But the problem is that you shouldn't kill me with a sword.

The huge will sword in the sea of ​​clouds has disappeared.

The sword passed through a long distance and came to the top of Tianguang Peak, laying countless barriers in front of Master Tailu.

Those are all closely woven sword intents.

No matter how powerful the fairy sword is, it cannot pass through it.

Of course Jing Jiu knew what these barriers were.

The thousand miles of ice he used to imprison Daoist Taiping and Xue Ji was born out of Mo Chengfeng's secret sword formula.

Even if you are a sword of all things, you are still a sword after all. You actually want to kill me with your sword body, you really disappoint me.

Master Tailu said with regret in his consciousness: It seems that you are not Jingyang, he will never make such a stupid mistake.

This conversation in the spiritual consciousness only took a very short moment in the real world.

In the eyes of most people, Jing Jiu's movements didn't stop at all.

He got up from his chair.

He left the hut.

He came to the opposite side of the peak.

He stood in front of the wheelchair.

He raised his right hand.

He blasted towards Tai Fu Daoist.

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Yes.

It was a blast, not a slash, nor a chop or chop.

There was no sword light flashing on his sleeves or arms.

On the contrary, countless streaks of black light emanated from his fist, and some golden lights were mixed in the black light.

Those black lights are extremely dense, and it looks like the night of the underworld.

Those golden colors are extremely noble, looking like the throne of Chaoge City.

There was an extremely strange emotion in Tailu's eyes, he was probably thinking, since you are a sword, how can you use fists?

In the crackling sound, those seemingly impenetrable barriers woven by sword intent shattered like ice cubes.

Jing Jiu's fist passed through and landed on Tai Lu's chest.

The wheelchair was scattered into powder.

Tianguang Peak shook.

The sea of ​​clouds suddenly dispersed.

The blue sky is like porcelain.

Aoyama is silent.

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Master Tailu looked at Jing Jiu with strange eyes, as if he was asking, could it be that you have been waiting for me to leave Sword Prison and come here?

Jing Jiu hummed.

The breeze blows over the body of Daoist Tailu, turning him into countless grains of light dust.

The light dust goes away with the wind, and gradually becomes dim, just like real dust, falling in the clouds between the cliffs, and can no longer be found.

Countless shocked gazes fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.

Tai Fu Taoist was bombed to death like this?

Even though Jing Jiu is the youngest sea-breaker in the history of the practice world, he is still a sea-breaker.

Even if he is Master Jingyang who turned his sword and was reborn, he is still in the sea breaking realm.

How could it be possible for a sea breaking realm to kill a sky-reaching monster in such a simple and direct way?

Looking at Jing Jiu's right hand, Bu Qiuxiao's expression became more dignified, obviously a lot more vigilant.

Master Bai's eyes were very cold, as if he was calculating something.

Zenzi sighed, full of troubles.

Even if Jing Jiu was a sword of all things, no matter how sharp his right hand was, Master Tailu could block it.

It's not that his fists are strong, but that the things he holds are strong.

Those ascetics who participated in the Asking Conference, such as Bai Zao, Zhuo Rusui, Xi Yiyun, and Liu Shisui, suddenly remembered a somewhat similar scene.

At that time, beside Qingtian Jian, Jing Jiu used only one fist to disable Bai Qianjun. If Bai Zhenren hadn't stepped forward, Bai Qianjun would have died on the spot.

At that time, Jing Jiu used his left hand, holding the Immortal Book of Longevity in his hand.

What about today? He was able to kill a Tongtian with one punch, what exactly is he holding in his right hand?