Chapter 494

Yin San is at most the level of wandering in the wild. He is not a real Taiping immortal.

Jing Jiu is more aware that he has a physical problem. Now he can't pose a real threat to Qingshan sect.

The biggest enemies of Qingshan sect are still the teachers and disciples who are heading south and coming West.

Looking at the broken Temple getting closer and closer in the field of vision and the red lantern shaking with the wind, Jing Jiu quickly repeated the calculation of these days again.

The chuzi sword of Nanxu was taken away by Qingshan and kept in the Imperial Palace until the battle of Yuntai. Finally, it returned to Xihai sword sect.

Qingshanzong determined that Xihai didn't send chuzijian back to Wudao.

Why didn't Nanju get his sword back?

Others don't understand, but he guessed a possibility because of his experience.

Nanxu refined himself into a sword ghost, so he no longer needs chuzi sword.

If so, where is the sword ghost of southbound now? West Sea or Castle Peak?

But the important thing is, if the sword ghost of Nanju goes somewhere else, what is Nanju in the black coffin?

A cold body or a scabbard or something?

Will the South trend in the coffin wake up?

Thinking of these things, he has followed Nan forget to the outside of the broken temple.

Qingshanzong has already started in the West Sea. They will destroy the red lantern at this time.

The red lantern may be a magical skill of the southern barbarian, which can recall the sword ghost of the southern trend from thousands of miles away.

If you want to kill Nanji completely, this object must be destroyed.

"South forget?"

Nanzheng came out of the broken temple and looked at the girl who was silver bell, similar to herself, but more naive and arrogant. Her face showed incredible emotion.

In those years, after Nanqi became the leader of Qingrong peak in Qingshan mountain, he completely cleaned up the remnants of the southward trend in the tribe. The means were very cruel.

Nanzheng was one of those people. His hatred for her was as deep as the sea. Even if he knew he was not an opponent, he also attacked him.

South forget ten fingers flick, and countless looming sword strings appear around the broken temple, woven into a net.

The mountain wind falls on those sword strings and produces a clear sound of different heights, which is very moving.

The sound of popping and popping made a lot of blood. Nanzheng flew back upside down, smashed the back wall of the old temple and directly hit the mountain. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Nan forgot to ignore her, went to the red lantern in front of the broken temple and closed his eyes.

She is now a true god worshipped by the Nanman tribe. Naturally, she has a way to break the magic of Nanxu, but she needs to pay some price.

A moment later, her body shook twice and her face turned pale.

The red lantern spontaneously ignited without fire and soon burned to ashes.

Nan forgot to open his eyes, looked at the black coffin in the temple and motioned Jing Jiu to stand behind him.

The white cat squatted on Jing Jiu's shoulder and looked at the black coffin. His pupils were full of vigilance and fear. His long hair had already exploded and turned into an angry dandelion.

Nan forgot to walk into the broken temple, stand in front of the black coffin, bend his fingers and tap on the lid of the coffin twice.

The lid of the black coffin slowly slid open, revealing its thin, short and old body in the south.

Nan forgot to be silent for a while, his chest fluctuated slightly, and then his right hand fell like lightning and hit Nan's chest.

A soft snap.

There were countless bright lights in her eyes.

The sword strings around the broken Temple fell with her right hand and bound the black coffin like a fishing net.

Without any sound, the black coffin was broken into the finest powder, and the clothes of Nanzhi were broken into similar particles.

Southbound's body was unharmed, still so thin, like a corpse.

Nan forget's eyes became brighter and his sword intention was extreme. He kept attacking with unprovoked sword technique.

There were countless snapping sounds.

Those sword strings break in turn, curl back, and finally become the body of the Jinse sword.

The Jinse sword has become much dimmer and is obviously seriously damaged.

Nan forgot to be silent and thought how high the realm was, how could he resist the flying sword with his body?

Looking at this picture, Jing Jiu knew that his calculation was incomplete.

The broken temple was full of debris.

The burning red lanterns turned into smoke.

Nanxu opened his eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to find me."

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The sea water around Shaoming island has become ice. Immortal Taiping can't escape from the bottom of the sea. He can only continue to hide on the island.

The cloud boat of Zhongzhou school, the bitter boat of yimaozhai and the lotus cloud of Guocheng temple have all come to this world and surrounded the whole island.

When the Xihai mountain gate array was inexplicably opened, the huge shadow in the sea was moving forward at a high speed towards Shaoming island.

That is the zhenpai divine beast flying whale of Xihai sword sect. It is huge. Even if it sneaks in the deep sea, it still brings countless waves and attracts the attention of many people.

Flying whales marched even faster in the deep sea than in the sky. It didn't take long to reach more than 70 miles outside Shaoming island.

Further on is the hard giant ice.

With a deep but loud cry, the flying whale broke through the sea and hit Shaoming island with countless sea water.

Looking at its resolute posture, it is actually ready to crush the whole Shaoming island with its huge body.

Do you want to prove the innocence of Xihai sword sect with your own death?

Practitioners of Zhongzhou sect, yimaozhai, Guocheng temple and other sects will not stop this, but just look on coldly in the sky.

Qingshanzong would not accept such a development.

If Xihai sword sect really killed Taiping immortal, how can Qingshan sect continue to attack Xihai?

More importantly, how could immortal Taiping, who was also a former leader of the Qingshan sect and a figure at the ancestral level, be killed by the evil animals of the Xihai sword sect?

I only heard a cold, angry and bloodthirsty drink from the Castle Peak sword boat: "evil animals dare you!"

This fierce drink echoed between heaven and earth, rolling up countless strong winds, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

Practitioners of all sects were shocked and thought, which peak leader of Qingshan sect is this?

Bu qiuxiao and others still remember the battle of Yuntai. The flying whale was trampled into the sea by Yuan Qijing. They thought it was the expert?

Thinking about these things, I saw a strange bird suddenly appear in the sky, with a strange long tail shining in the sun.

The strange bird flew to the flying whale at an unimaginable speed and scolded, "do you want to die?"

The practitioners of all sects were shocked, and then they knew that it was him who was talking.

Compared with the huge body of the flying whale, the strange bird is like a small black spot, but the strong wind with it is extremely terrible.

Countless huge waves rolled up in the sea and beat the ice around Shaoming Island, opening several cracks.

The tail of the strange bird is very long, like a sword, flashing countless fierce awns.

On the surface of the flying whale's body, there were countless deep wounds, and countless blood spilled and fell like a waterfall.

The strange bird smiled proudly and flew back to the Castle Peak sword boat.

The flying whale let out a painful low hum, fell towards the sea, dived into the bottom of the sea, and dared not rise again.

A practitioner was shocked and asked, "what is this strange bird?"

He Wei looked at the cold trumpet bird trembling and eager to turn around. He was so angry that he didn't want to answer this question.

Bu qiuxiao said, "this is the guard of qingshanzong Town, Yinfeng."

Hearing this answer, the practitioners of all sects felt numb and shocked the strength of Qingshan sect again.

This green mountain guard who looks like a golden pheasant with a long tail takes the tail as the sword, but he looks like a great monk who has been immersed in kendo for many years!

Immortal Liu CI hasn't produced his sword yet, and Yuan Jijing hasn't even appeared. In addition, this Yin Feng adult... Even if the Xihai sword God is strong, what can he do?

When the wind came, the Castle Peak sword boat shook slightly. Yin Feng fell on the deck, proudly raised her head and walked to the cabin.

Its tail feathers had been dyed red by whale blood and kept dripping on the deck.

Looking at this picture, the disciples of Shangde peak are both proud and afraid. In particular, several elders, such as Chi Yan and Duan liantian, have heard some stories about the civil strife in Qingshan in those years. They know how many strong people in Qingshan have been killed by Lord Yin Feng and Lord corpse dog... They are silent and dare not speak.

Only the younger martial sister Yushan, holding a small fist and shining in her eyes, shouted, "Lord Yin Feng is so handsome!"

Yin Feng nodded slightly to show appreciation and walked into the cabin.

Yuan Jijing sat in the cabin with his knees crossed and his eyes closed in meditation.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the blood stains on the Yin phoenix tail feather.

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On the cloud ship of Zhongzhou school.

Bai Zao thought about the picture of the previous scene and asked seriously, "is it possible for the two sides to reach an agreement?"

Bai Zhenzhen said, "it's impossible. Because qingshanzong paid too much. Whether it's flying swords, pills, crystal stones or 17 sword boats, it's an extremely huge consumption. Even if Yunmengshan wants to prepare for such a war, it also needs decades of accumulation. Qingshan's conditions must be extremely harsh, and Jianxi can't agree. "

At this time, the peaceful voice of immortal Liu CI spread all over the West Sea and fell in the ears of every practitioner: "our condition is to dissolve the West Sea sword sect, which is jointly managed by the righteous sects, and you must leave, and swear with the sword ghost that you must not return to the mainland of heaven all your life, otherwise you will be killed by Tianlei."

Of course, Xihai sword God could not accept such conditions, so he didn't speak at all.

He looked towards Shaoming Island, looked at the big ship looming in the clouds, and was silent for a moment.

Su ziye once said that Zhongzhou school and Xihai should work together to do something, but today Zhongzhou school has always kept quiet.

He knows why. If Xihai doesn't come up with real means to let the world see the hope of surpassing Castle Peak, Tan Bai will never come forward.

Xihai sword God took back his sight, looked at Liu Ci and said expressionless, "I'm from the sea." His voice also spread all over the West Sea. This is the sea. Naturally, he is not talking about the sea. Xihai sword God then said, "I grew up in that fog and learned sword skills. From the first day, I didn't believe that the sword came out of the green mountain." Practitioners of all sects were in an uproar. Bu qiuxiao's expression became a little dignified. Xihai sword God is tantamount to admitting his origin. He is a disciple of the ancestor of Nanhai fog island. This is something that the spiritual circle of Chaotian mainland has speculated for a long time, and it has finally been confirmed today“ A lot of people came today. That's good. " The indifferent sight of Xihai sword God swept over the boats in the sky“ The world can finally know who is the strongest in kendo. " With these words, he slowly opened his right hand. The Twelve Towers sword returned from a distance and fell into his hand. He looked at Liu Ci and said, "please." The barren mountains and ruined temples have collapsed. The thin and short old man stood in the ruins and quietly looked at the south. The white cat was lying on the well nine shoulders. The long hair had already gone down, and the tail was drooping. There was no previous prestige. Well nine's eyes crossed Nan forget's head and fell on the old man, confirming some things. Instead of turning himself into a sword ghost, Nanxu took the opposite road. He turned it into a sword and raised ghosts. The spirit of the practitioner is raised together with the flying sword in the sword pill until the spirit comes out. That is the sword ghost. The sword ghost is very weak. Only when the practitioner breaks through the territory and reaches the sky can he float in the wind and never die. He is extremely powerful and almost invisible. The problem is that if practitioners let sword ghosts go far away, they will not be able to control the sword and will be very easy to be killed. Therefore, whether Pei Baifa, who has died, or Xilai, will not choose this method to fight. Nanxu has turned himself into a sword, so he doesn't have to worry about this problem. Sword ghost can kill, and sword can kill. Before the sword is destroyed, the sword ghost will not be destroyed. This is really a fantastic idea and an earth shaking means. Without the southward trend of chuzi sword, I have been thinking hard in fog island for hundreds of years, but I have actually built a completely different kendo. It is really powerful to the extreme. At the summit of Shenmo peak, Jingjiu once told Zhao Layue that it was the most difficult thing in practice to walk out of a new path. This is the real kaizongjian school. Well nine was impressed and thought that the ancestor of Wudao was indeed the greatest person in thousands of years. Just like him and his senior brother. Thinking of these things, he stopped Nan forget, who still wanted to continue fighting, went to Nan tend and stretched out his right hand. For Nanxu, Jing Jiu's current state is too low to be worth mentioning, so he didn't look at him at all. Until this time. Southward vision fell on his face and paused for a long time. Barren mountains and abandoned temples are very quiet. Nanxu looked at his face and said, "what a perfect sword, deja vu." Well nine quietly looked at him, did not speak, still stretched out his right hand（ In the old version of Tsui Hark's Shushan mountain, Zheng Shaoqiu came back to the mountain after being possessed by the devil. He once saw the sword and sighed: what a sword of justice, deja vu.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.