The Path Toward Heaven

The relationship between Qingshan Sect and Xihai Sword School has not been very good, because everyone uses swords, and it is because of the reason hidden in the clouds.

In order to destroy the Qingshan Sect, the Xihai Sword School has worked hard for hundreds of years. Naihe Taiping has always watched this quietly in higher places.

So Liu swallowed the demon dandelion at the bottom of the muddy water at the age of ten, was taken into Bu Lao Lin, and read the dossier in Yuntai for many years.

So Yuntai fell and Sun King died.

A few years later, the Sword Sect of the West Sea was also destroyed, and Kirishima's ancestor Nan was dying under the sword of all things. The Sword God of the West Sea was seriously injured and forced to leave Chaotian Continent.

As a result, Zhao Layue looked at his first sentence, but wanted him to find a way to wake up Jing Jiu ... Isn't this crazy?

Zhao Layue stared at his eyes, extremely bright and extremely enthusiastic, just like the sun in spring, enough to melt all the ice and snow.

All enthusiasm comes from hope.

——In addition to Jing Jiu, the highest level of heaven in the heavens of the heavens is from the west. The Snow Queen cannot awaken Jing Ji, but he may.

No matter how you look at it, this is an inexplicable and ridiculous request, but I don't know for some reason why the West came silent after a while.

One dared to ask Qingshan Sect's most powerful enemy to see Jing Jiu for a doctor. One didn't actually kill her and Jing Jiu but instead agreed to her request.

I have to say that sword-lovers are just as crazy as love-lovers.

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Xi Lai walked across the bridge to the zen room, only glanced at the sleeping Bai Zai, and sat down beside Jing Jiu.

He reached out and held Jing Jiu's wrist and closed his eyes.

I only heard a very slight buzzing, the flower tree outside the round window suddenly decomposed, and turned into debris falling on the lake, just like the early morning pictures of the ditches outside the palace.

Xilai let go of his hand and walked to the round window, looking out at the lake and tree shadows outside the window, and stood all night.

When the morning light illuminated the lake, he turned around and said to Zhao Layue, who had been standing outside the door, "I thought of seventeen methods, but the results were not good. Only one can try."

Zhao Layue said, "The last one?"

Said West: "Yes, the moment he felt he was about to die, his strong desire to survive might wake him up."

This method is very extreme, but it is very suitable for Jing Jiu, because he is really afraid of death, and he has the ability and heritage to create miracles.

Zhao Layue walked into the Zen room and looked at Jing Jiu's face for a long time.

If Jingjiu had not been injured before, don't say it was her, even if it was difficult for Xilai to kill him, but now it is different.

At the time of Qingshan, his earlobe had collapsed. Later, he and Bai Zhenren slaughtered in the underworld of the earth, and suffered serious injuries.

The face was still so perfect that no one else could see any change, but she knew that it was no longer perfect, because a tiny opening was ripped in the corner of his left eye.

That mouth is thinner than hair.

For more than a century, Jingu has been sleeping for many hours.

In Chaoge City, Liu was ten years old and Gu Qing accompanied him.

When she was at Guocheng Temple, she also looked at him for several years, and she took it very seriously.

"Still wait," she said.

"Okay." Xilai walked towards the Zen room.

Zhao Layue looked up, looked at his back and asked, "Why?"

Said West: "You should know."

He returned from a distant foreign continent to defeat that sword of light.

This has nothing to do with revenge, and it has nothing to do with revenge. This is the threshold that he has to cross to reach.

If Jing Jiu can't wake up, his Kendo career is no longer perfect.

Zhao Layue said, "You really are a sword madman."

Xilai turned and looked at her and said, "Aren't you the same?"

You can't go to the extreme without being obsessed with something.

Sword and Tao are the same.

Obsessed with extreme madness.

However, in the practice world, it took only two or three hundred years for the Xihai Sword God to develop the Xihai Sword School to be so powerful. Disagree.

Zhao Layue asked, "What kind of person are you?"

"I am the same person as him."

Looking west to Jing Jiu, who was asleep, he paused and then said, "Or the same person as Jingyang before."

Why did he not stop for a moment when he returned from a different continent, watching the spectacular picture of the world's reclamation?

Why was he able to kill the unspoken merchant at a glance when he was at Dong Yi Dao?

Because in essence, he is a person who cares nothing but Kendo.

If he was not such a person, the Kirishima ancestors would not have chosen him many years ago and would send him back to the mainland.

"I don't want to do anything, whether it is to create the Xihai Sword School and take over Lao Lin, I'm not interested."

Xilai turned and walked to the bridge, raising his right hand, like raising an invisible sword, as if swearing.

The problem was that his expression was still indifferent or like a stone, so the picture that should be very interesting suddenly became dull.

"It ’s just that in our current state, we ca n’t always jump out of cause and effect. Causality is often called responsibility. The real people of Taiping feel that they are the greatest people in the world, so they are responsible for this world. There is always something to do. "

He looked at the dark sky for a while and went on to say, "After the death of the Master, I was actually relieved a lot. I do n’t have to carry things that I did n’t want to carry anymore. Kirishima is in the mist and isolated from the world. What ’s so bad about living peacefully? Of course, because I ’ve already left Kirishima for a long time, I still have to do these things, I will defeat him, and by the way prove that the clouds and mist are always on the green hill. ”

At this time, a cold voice fell from the sky.

"After all, the clouds will spread, and the green mountains will always be there."

Along with that voice were hundreds of invisible sword strings.

Those sword strings are extremely dense, and it is easy to break through the formation of the three thousand courtyards, covering the entire small lake and the Loutaiqiao River by the lake.

With the sharp sound of breaking through the air, the sword-like string like a net narrowed down quickly, and headed towards the bridge, but the whimsical sword shape condensed into a circle.

With a soft bang, a slender and beautiful flying sword emerged from the circle!

Immediately afterwards, the morning light in the sky became extremely bright and seemed extremely fiery, as if that round of sun had instantly reached heaven.

An extremely bright flying sword flew out of the sun, chopping the figure on the bridge with an unimaginable sword.

Jinse sword!

Back to the sword!

Guangyuan real people and Nan forget to return from the sea and get the blue bird news, they will come to pick up the well nine back to Qingshan, wherever I thought I would see the figure of the West Sea sword **** here, naturally hesitate to use the most powerful sword trick!

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Looking at the two famous swords in the mountains that suddenly appeared in front of him, there was no panic in the west, and they waved indifferently.

His right hand was held up all the time, and at this time he waved downwards, as if holding an invisible sword in the air to cut off.

The sky reflected by the stream under the bridge seemed to be pulled by him, with the whistling wind, welcoming the Jinse sword and the sword of returning to the sun.

The thunderous sound of impact made the flower and debris on the lake float.

The two sword lights disappeared at the same time as the invisible sword.

The three swords fluttered to the sky, disappearing into the sun after the clouds and mist.

Countless sounds of Jianming spread from high altitude to the surrounding Dayuan City, and even the people in Juye City in the distance heard it.

Countless sword lights shot out from the sunlight and fell into everyone's eyes.

People looked at the sky suddenly, thinking how could there be so many lightning flashes in such a clear morning?

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The wind is quiet.

Sanqianyuan was calm as usual.

The teachers and teachers sat in the room, closed their eyes, and whispered something.

The lone grave remained silent.

Great changes have taken place outside the hall.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the mountain road that reached the end.

Those cracks are not bottomed out, and there are even springs in some places.

The cracks on the cliff walls are deeper, and sand and rock fall from time to time.

There is a pool of water in the middle of the mountain stream, with many lotus flowers. At this time, it is not yet there, no flowers are blooming, only green leaves are like a field.

Nan Wang stood on a lotus leaf, fluctuating in the wind, his hair was slightly messy, and his face was pale.

Guangyuan's real man was standing in knee-deep water, soaked with blood, and the corners of his lips were bleeding with blood. He thought that the sisters and sisters would be stronger.

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Zhao Layue looked at the figure on the bridge without any war.

As the other party said, the realm of power differs too much. The so-called warfare is futile, it is rude, and it has no beauty or interest.

She was just a little worried.

Guangyuan real people and Nan Wang are the strongest people in the world, and their joint efforts are not their enemies.

Even this person hasn't really issued a sword yet.

Such realms are really unimaginable.

If Jing Jiu wakes up, will he be able to defeat this person?

Xi Lai looked at the lotus pond more than ten miles away and said blankly, "You are not my opponents. Now that the injuries have not healed, and the sword is also sick, why bother yourself?"

Listening to this sentence, Nan Wang's pale face gave birth to an annoyance, and a ruthlessness came into his eyes, and a curse was swearing: "My day ..."

The morning breeze twirled the blue lotus leaves, her slightly wet hair and the silver bells on her body, with a wild sense of breath emanating from her girllike body.

Guangyuan's real secret is not good. Knowing that Xiaoshi has a temper, she must rise to death with the other person, and quickly stop: "The head of the security team is the most important!"

Hearing this sentence, Nan Wang calmed down, slowly calmed his breath, and snorted in the direction of Sanqianyuan.

"Do you want to slap the real person in order to make Qingshan? This is impossible."

Guangyuan said.

"I don't have this idea ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but I won't let you take him back to Qingshan because I have a feeling that if he returns to Qingshan, he may never be able to wake up again."

Xilai turned around and looked at Zhao Layue under the corridor, thinking that you took Jing Jiu to seek medical advice in the world but refused to return to Qingshan, did you also feel this way?

Zhao Layue squeezed her lips slightly, didn't speak, her face was paler than Nan forget, she didn't know what she was afraid of.

Flutter, flutter.

The blue bird fell from the sky to the railing, looked at Zhao Layue, and said with uneasy eyes-Ping Yongjia was awake, and he was also very scared.

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(The sentence in the clouds and misty hills uses the Barcelona Real Madrid Terrier, written by hand, please don't mind.)

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