The Path Toward Heaven

Not everyone understands the meaning of Jing Jiu and Xilai saying "a pity" at the same time.

Zhao Layue knew vaguely that Liu was ten years old, so the two of them felt the heat on their faces earlier than Zhuo Rusui.

Elder Sun completely misunderstood the meaning, thinking that the two Kendo predecessors and strong men saw the problems in their own spiritual practice, and their faces became pale.

The next moment he and those outside the street really understood the meaning of Jing Jiu and Xihai Sword God.

"How old?" Jing Jiu looked at Peng Lang and asked.

That was a gentle voice that Aoyama disciples had never heard.

Peng Lang didn't know why this senior real person asked this, and he didn't dare not answer. He set about indexing for a long time, and was not sure, and said, "One hundred and forty-five?"

Even if it was a few years back and forth, the problem was not big, Jing Jiu's mood was slightly better.

At that time, he and Bai Zao were trapped in the snow field, and naturally they could not meet the child.

Looking further ahead, when he was soaring, the child was not born yet, so don't blame him for overlooking it.

Jing Jiuwang turned to those guys outside the street, his gaze moved over the faces of Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Zhuo Rusui, etc., and finally fell on Ping Yongjia.

If Zhao Layue's temperament is colder, in the first few years, don't always think about checking his failure in ascension. If Liu was ten years old, he did not go to the Xihai Sword School to be an undercover agent, but concentrated on his spiritual practice. Put a little more playful spirit on the kendo, less complaints in the belly, or maybe the same. But when it comes to talent, only Ping Yongjia can really beat this kid named Peng Lang.

Thinking of these things, he sighed, thinking that it was a pity. Why is this child not a disciple of Qingshan?

The most troublesome thing is that he has now become the head of the indifferent door.

This is different from the fact that he sent Liu to Yimaozhai when he was ten years old to be the master of fasting.

The long street was silent, everyone understood the meaning in Jing Jiu's eyes, and heard his sigh.

Zhao Layue and Liu were ten years old when they were mentally prepared, but their faces were slightly warm, while Zhuo Rusui was ashamed and shouted, "I can't fight anymore!"

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At this time Jing Jiu and Xilai only had Peng Lang in their eyes, and naturally they would not continue for the time being.

Jing Jiu is relatively better. After all, there are many talented descendants in Qingshan Zongli, and there is also Ping Yongjia, although his temper is a bit too weak.

The response from Xilai is even greater, because the Xihai Sword School has been destroyed, and Kirishima is isolated from the world. To whom can his sworddo pass?

During these three days, he prepared his own funeral, and wanted to determine what the ten successor options he had selected in the past were what he was doing, but ultimately it was nothing.

As a result, he saw Peng Lang today.

There is no favor for partiality.

"Are you willing to inherit my Kendo?"

His eyes were quiet and focused, and everyone could feel his seriousness.

"Do not."

Peng Lang rejected the proposal without thinking.

Although he had only a short time to get away from Fengshan, he also knew that the Xihai Sword School was a deadly enemy without a gate of grace, and his head was dead under this man's sword.

What else needs to be thought about? Just like when he rushed towards Emperor Xiao with his sword, he hadn't thought about it when he stood in front of Elder Sun before.

It was because he didn't want it that he would have such a terrible kendo talent. Even Jing Jiu and Xihai Sword God felt sorry.

Xilai heard his answer, was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "You will see."

what did you see?

It is natural to see the true meaning of his Kendo.

Peng Lang understood what he meant, and said, "But you don't have a sword."

How can Kendo be without a sword?

"After losing to you that year, I abandoned the Twelve-Floor Sword."

Xilaiwang Mujing said, "Today I also want to invite you to see my newly learned Kendo."

Where the voice falls, a very pale and ethereal breath emerges from the ruins of the antique shop, chopping at Jingjiu at an unimaginable speed.

That breath faded to the extreme, without any color, and without bringing a sound of wind, but it was so sharp.

That's the sword.

The meaning of this sword comes from the ancient tripod in the ruins.

A sword rang through Long Street.

A sword light appeared in front of Jing Jiu, extremely bright.

Well Jiu retreated a few miles away.

Fluttering in white, falling down.

There was another faint sword, born from the street wall.

The meaning of this sword does not come from any substance, but the gap between the brick walls.

Immediately afterwards, more and more swords were born from stone cracks, from tiles, from under the eaves, from anywhere.

Hundreds of sword lights appeared at the same time in Jingjiu's body, and the crisp sound of the sword was endless.

Where did these swordsmanship come from?

Countless sword intentions are born from the real things and the nothingness lines, and they are chopped down towards Jingjiu without any rest.

For example, the door panel and the gap between the door panel, the wind and the traces of the petals floating by the wind.

What kind of Kendo realm is this?

Those swords will meet the swords of Jing Jiu, and they will give birth to a sword.

Countless daoguangs are like lines drawn in bright colors, covering his face, only vaguely seeing more and more breaches in white clothes.

Xi Laiwang said to Penglang, "Everything can be a sword, such as rain, such as a glacier, or even a line."

Peng Lang has only practiced the most obvious sword tactics in Wu En Men's Introductory Sword, but his talent is extremely amazing, and he can naturally feel what the meaning of those swords born in the sky is.

He knew that this was the kendo that the Xihai Sword God wanted him to inherit and learn. He didn't want to see it, but how could he stop this temptation?

Even the Qingshan spectators watched the street intently, caring about the situation of the real person in charge, and were also shocked by the realm of Kendo displayed by Xilai.

When they realized that there was still time to talk to Peng Lang from Xilai, so relaxed and indifferent, the expression could not help becoming extremely grim, only Zhao Layue and Liu were ten years old and very calm.

"Ten thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Qingshan Zongkai school encountered a sword of everything in Jianfeng, and realized the true meaning of Kendo, and then they have Qingshan today."

Xi Laiwang Xiangjing said: "The first page of Sword of Aoyama is written with the words" All things and one sword. "It means that everything can be a sword. Can I be wrong?"

Hearing this sentence, Guangyuan real people thought of a possibility, and his face became extremely ugly.

Zhao Layue glanced at Ping Yongjia and thought of what Jing Jiu said to himself many years ago. Sometimes it is a monkey, sometimes a flower, sometimes a mushroom, sometimes a stone. Of course, many times It is a sword.

One sword can change everything.

Everything can be a sword.

The four words written on the first page of Jiandian by the ancestors of the Qingshan Zongkai School are the true meaning of Qingshan Kendo.

Who would have thought that the West came to realize and master the true meaning of Aoyama Sect's Kendo!

is this real?

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Jing Jiu and Xilai fell on the long street of Ohara Castle, the sky regained calm, and the sea of ​​clouds torn by the two sword lights gradually closed.

After a torn wound is scarred, it tends to become tougher, with obvious bulges, as is the sea of ​​clouds.

The increasingly thick Baiyun had a somber face that blocked the summer sun and brought a touch of coolness and countless thousands of drops of rain to Dayuan City.

The torrential rain fell down without warning, fell on the bluestone slab, and fell into the rubble, wet the dust into mud, and splashed into countless points.

Everything can be a sword, and rain is connected into silk, which is the best source of sword intention.

Countless Daoguang lights up in Jingjiu's body and disappears.

The white clothes that had been cut out of countless openings were wet by the rain, and some of them fell weakly.

"Yes, this is indeed the sword of everything passed down by the ancestor."

Jing Jiu's voice floated out of the rain and sword light.

Hearing this sentence, people no longer doubt, Peng Lang opened his mouth slightly, speechless in shock.

Even Zhao Layue and Liu's ten-year-old look became extremely dignified.

More than a thousand years ago, Nanchao wanted to worship Aoyama Sect's Daoyuan real person as a teacher, but was expelled so badly that he would have so many grievances behind him.

Who would have thought that after 1,000 years, his apprentice Xilai actually realized the Supreme Kendo of Aoyama Sect by himself!

It is indeed a peerless kendo genius. The name of the sword **** of the West Sea deserves its name, and even the word Xihai should be removed now.

If Nanchao knows this, it will be extremely gratifying.

It would be a perfect victory if Xilai could completely defeat Jingu with the true meaning of Aoyama Sect's Kendo.

Just then, the rain stopped suddenly.

It's not that the rain stopped here, but that it stopped there.

Even if it's pouring rain, it's not really a puddle of water, but it is made up of countless raindrops. Just look at the size of the raindrops and the number of drops to distinguish the rain.

Some raindrops are as big as soybeans, and some raindrops are deformed, like squashed gold leaves.

Some raindrops have just left the clouds, and some raindrops have fallen on the bluestone slab and are bursting into four petals.

Some raindrops passed over the tip of Peng Lang's nose, and some raindrops had buried half of their bodies in the white silk.

All these raindrops stopped.

Stop in your place.

Or rather still.

The sword meaning floating out of the rain silk and the slate slit also gradually disappeared ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ because everything is still.

Those sword lights fade away and then dissipate, like fireworks about to die.

"But that's not my sword."

Jing Jiu came out.

The fireworks cleared.

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(In the previous writing, a chapter is often divided into upper, middle, and lower, and occasionally it will be repeated again and again. It is rare in the avenue, because the ability to take chapter names has been strengthened, and the story has been deliberately going Go on a calm road and save as much ink as possible, so there will not be a particularly large section of the battle. The battle between Jingjiu and Xilai is also very simple, but after all, it is officially named the sword of all things. It must be divided. Last month, I said that to this day, the average daily guarantee is more than 3,000. At the time, I was ridiculed. Is it a lot? For a 42-year-old middle-aged man, there are really many. Fortunately, finished.)