Chapter 425

(yuzhoufeng is a play and a sword. It's very famous. Where did you win the second prize? Grievance... Let's search for it ourselves. I won't take the information here to count the words. In addition, the title of this chapter should have been used before, either Avenue or other books, but it is practical. It is very suitable in this chapter, so I continue to use it.)

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The upper and lower four directions are called the universe, and the past and present are called the universe.

Only when a sword can cut off time and space can it be called the cosmofront.

The name is really overbearing.

The people in Jingyuan were surprised, and Zhuo rusui was shocked and speechless.

All the green mountain disciples know the story of Jingjiu's iron sword.

At that time, Shiyue peak Moxian master came to the end of his cultivation career and decided to return his sword to the green mountain.

He has transcribed more than a hundred years of classics among the peaks. The realm is not very high, and his reputation is not obvious. According to reason, he will only leave a touch of sadness in the green mountains, which will be gradually forgotten. But when he came to the outside of Yunxing peak, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the inner gate. Jing Jiu was there.

At that time, Jingjiu suddenly asked: How's your sword?

Master Mo Xian said that he had not used it for a long time, and there was a pity in his words.

Well nine said, or I'll try?

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Well nine decided to inherit the sword.

In the view of many people in the green mountain, this is a very fantastic thing, because master Mo Xian put the black iron sword high on the sword peak.

And that iron sword is very ordinary, nothing special.

Jing Jiu made this decision because the iron sword was very broad and could sit comfortably on it. Moreover, he felt that since the sword had been silently dedicated to Qingshan all his life like nephew Mo, it should also bloom one day.

For this iron sword, Jing Jiu went to Jianfeng, where he met many things, such as Zhao Layue and the iron sword, and then today.

This iron sword is really common. Not to mention that compared with the main sword of Qingshan Jiufeng, the flying sword of the disciples of liangforgetting peak is much better than it.

No one knows what happened on the iron sword.

Mei Hui and Dao Zhan were trapped in the depths of the snow field. The cold hit the bones. Jing Jiu burned Jian Yuan and used the iron sword as a torch to illuminate the cave and warm Bai Zao in the silkworm cocoon. It was equivalent to six years of quenching. In Zhenmo prison, the iron sword sank into the green pool and was soaked in the highly toxic pool water for three years. You know, it's the stomach of the green dragon.

The most important thing is that the iron sword is often tied on the back by Jing Jiu. It is always nurtured by the meaning of his sword. It has changed completely. It's just that the melted surface of the sword and the traces corroded by the poison wrap the real body of the iron sword like soil. It still needs a suitable time to really show its edge.

Just today, Kirin's heavy blow fell on the iron sword.

The most pure divine power from ancient times broke the sword scale, like a finishing touch, and woke it up.

The cold and empty cosmic front appears in the world.

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Zhuo rusui looked at the ground and was unable to calm down. Yuzhoufeng can break the divine body of Kirin and bear the power of Kirin. His performance is extremely extraordinary. It must be the grade of fairy sword. In the future, with Jing Jiu rising in the cultivation world, he may become a peerless famous sword!

What did you say This sword doesn't work... Ugly sword... What's the use

Little martial uncle is right. Where is the sword or your own vision.

At this time, he heard Kirin's voice again.

"This sword... Is really good."

Qilin looked at the cosmic front in Jing Jiu's hand and said indifferently, "but if people die, what's the use of keeping a sword?"

Zhuo rusui suddenly remembered the martial uncle mo of Shiyue peak. He has forgotten the name of the martial uncle now, but he believes that with the emergence of the cosmofront in the world, the name of the martial uncle will be remembered by many people again until many years later.

He looked at the shadow of Kirin on the ground and said seriously, "no, I'm afraid people will die. As long as the sword is still there, it's all there."

Before Qingshan sword Xiu dies, he often chooses to return the sword to Qingshan.

Later, there were younger disciples to inherit the sword and let the sword shine again.

From generation to generation, it is not only the sword, but also the orthodoxy, but also the spirit of Castle Peak.

Sword is the spirit of Castle Peak.

As long as the sword is there, the green mountain is there.

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The white cat squatted on the eaves of the temple in the distance and stared at the picture in the quiet garden. His cold eyes were full of envy and thought Gu Qing was lucky.

When he left the Castle Peak, Jing Jiu decided to let Gu Qing be the future leader. It's not important. The important thing is that he wants to change Gu Qing for a good sword. Now the sword is coming.

Qilin and Jing Jiu made such a big noise, which naturally alerted many monks in Guocheng temple. The Zen sound in the temple continued, and the big array was about to start. However, everyone paid attention to the quiet garden, and no one found it squatting on the eaves and corners.

"If you really want to kill Kirin, why don't you squat here instead of in the quiet garden?"

A voice sounded behind the white cat.

I don't know when a beautiful young monk came to the eaves of Chenghua hall and sat down beside it.

The white cat glanced at the young monk with a mocking look in his eyes, thinking how could this fight be fought today if I were there?

The young monk said seriously, "but Qilin knows you are here now."

"Meow? Do you think that freak deer will stop? Of course not. Those ugly things in Yunmeng Mountain have a big temper. Even if they don't dare to kill Jing Jiu in front of so many people, they have to get rid of him. In my judgment, what silly deer wants is to seriously hurt Jing Jiu and let him be eaten back by Xianli, so he doesn't have to carry the pot. "

"That's a good idea."

"Meow?" The white cat was very contemptuous and thought you didn't know well nine: "that guy is the most insidious and cunning. Who can kill him? In addition to my Lord, there must be other backhands. Maybe I'll kill the long deer. "

The young monk smiled and asked, "then why don't you help?"

"What's my status and status? How can the Castle Peak garrison fight with those younger generation? If Kirin is seriously injured by Jing Jiuyin later, I might as well sneak an attack. If it's like that in the demon prison, I can't stand it. "

The white cat thought of the black dragon that died in front of him and meowed with regret.

It suddenly felt something wrong. Why should he think so much and tell you this?

It turned again and looked at the young monk. This time it turned very slowly, as if it had been frozen by the cold wind.

"You'd better not do it. We Castle Peak can't afford to lose that man."

The young monk went to him and sat down. His right hand naturally fell on his head, and then touched it from beginning to end.

His movements are very skilled, as if he had touched them for hundreds of years.

The touched cat's fur is generally smoother, but at this time, on the contrary, the fur on the whole body of the white cat exploded and danced in the cold wind. It looks like a dandelion that is about to be blown away by the wind.

Blowing hair means anger, is a precursor to combat, and more often because of fear.

The white cat's eyes were full of panic. The pupils narrowed into tiny grains of black rice. If you don't look carefully, you can't see clearly.

It can scratch the young monk with one claw, but... How dare?

Just like in Bihu peak, it can easily shoot Jing Jiu without any action.

Just for a moment, countless dirty words in the world appeared in the white cat's mind, which could not be written in words at all.

Because its spirit is about to collapse.

But even so, it still paid great attention to the dirty words on itself and fate, and did not dare to offend the young monk at all.

Castle Peak guards the white ghost. It is always famous for its ferocity. Even the leader doesn't care, but there are always people to fear in the world.

At that time, it was less daring than anyone.

What he is really afraid of is the two martial brothers.

To be more accurate, he is most afraid of his senior brother. Because the elder martial brother can kill more, dare to kill more, is more sinister, is more embarrassed, is more cruel, is more intelligent, is more resourceless, is better to the top, is more invincible, is more frustrated, is stronger, is more elegant, is more dignified, and is more

"The word graceful is good. Although I'm not as good-looking as him, I'm always more flexible than his dead face."

Young monks are naturally Yin three.

He smiled and said, "but you don't have to think so much to please me. I'm really poor now. You can try to kill me."

If the cat could cry, Liu ADA would have shed tears.

When the two martial brothers saw him for the first time after their rebirth, they said the same thing.

At this time, it was finally completely sure that what it smelled on those pieces of paper a few years ago... Turned out to be the smell of real people.

It smells good.

It meowed softly, rubbed Yin San's feet, and flattered all over its face.

"This is really a good place to see a play."

Yin San looked at the quiet garden beyond the mountain and smiled.

The cold wind blew the monk's clothes and danced nonstop, and then sent the smell of firecrackers and bacon in the countryside.

The story is not over.

Today has just begun.

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There was a dead silence in the quiet garden.

Everyone is waiting for Kirin's third strike.

The sword named yuzhoufeng was held by Jing Jiu, but no one looked after him.

The gap between life levels can only be made up by the realm. Human practitioners who travel in the wild can never be the opponent of a primordial Kirin.

Extremely strong prestige emanates from Kirin and envelops the whole quiet garden.

The wild grass in the crack of the slate was close to the ground and could no longer stand up. It was slowly crushed into powder. The sea crossing monk looked dignified and waved his sleeve again to spread Zen, isolating Kirin's authority and avoiding serious injuries to Xi Yiyun's young disciples. The realm is as deep as he. It's difficult to isolate Kirin's authority. It's hard to imagine how Jing Jiu can deal with himself. Well nine didn't wait for Kirin's third strike. He chose to take the initiative again. The cold and empty cosmic front broke through the pressure and came to Kirin through the air that had become viscous countless times. The high-speed friction brought bright light, which seemed to burn. The cold and empty meaning suddenly became violent, and there was a strange danger hidden in it. The flame brought by the cosmofront shone very clearly on Kirin's face. Those veins like tangled old vines under the skin look very ugly, and the two corners look very terrible. Qilin thinks the sword is really interesting, but he doesn't care much. Influenced by the pressure, Jing Jiu's sword is obviously much slower than the previous one. However, just when he was ready to seize Jing Jiu's sword and directly shoot the other party, the sword disappeared in front of him. There was a soft sound of rubbing, and then there were countless soft sounds. Countless tiny cracks appeared on Kirin's clothes. A small blood cut appeared on his earlobe. A tiny bloody mouth also appeared on the wing of his nose and the corner of his lips. There was a drop of blood oozing from each opening. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.