Chapter 1008

The green mountains and peaks are bathed in the morning light, and the Xijian river is golden like a whip.

The new disciples ushered in their first day.

When they just woke up, they stood by the stream, looked at such beautiful scenery and talked about it one after another. Of course, what they said most was that Founder Jingyang tied the white blade immortal with this whip and killed her with the green mountain sword array.

Hundreds of years later, few people know the role of Xueji in that amazing war, and no one knows that the real whip has been taken away by Liu when he was ten years old. What is left here is only a real stream.

When the sun rose completely from the distance, more than 20 new disciples, led by two teachers, left Xijian Pavilion and went to the sword peak, which is surrounded by clouds and frightening to watch.

"As usual, all new disciples must go up the mountain to find the sword by themselves. It was not until last night that the real leader issued an edict, putting the sword search first, and we took you to the peak. Your luck is really good."

A teacher looked at the young disciples and said with a smile.

This is already the height of the sword peak. The clouds and the extremely fierce sword intention are lined up by the sword symbol in the hand of another division commander. The young disciples can only stay. However, they are still startled by the sound of the Iron Eagle from the top of the peak.

Two teachers took their disciples to a cliff and ran down. Without knowing why, the disciples knelt down and saluted. A teacher said with longing and admiration: "it is here that the real person of the twelfth moon has built the invisible sword body the day after tomorrow..."

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Zuxing seaside.

Two arc-shaped sword lights cut silently into the wheelchair.

Shen Qingshan didn't look back, as if he didn't notice it.

Qing'er saw his eyes, so quiet, but there were countless thunders in the deepest place.

There was infinite terror in her heart.

If she saw those thunderstorms at the top of Bihu peak in Chaotian continent at this time, she would know that it was the same.

Boom! There was no time to respond. The thunderstorms implied by the sword exploded in her consciousness.

Shen Qingshan's quiet eyes became indifferent and ruthless.

Qing'er's spirit suddenly became empty and sent out a cry, but she was worried about her life.

The sword lights on the beach suddenly stopped, and a hand was faintly visible.

Qing'er was called back.

Affected by this, Zhao Layue's sword power is slightly sluggish.

Chuzi's sword came out of the sand with a slap. It was patted to the ground by invisible force and couldn't move.

The sword light was slightly restrained. She appeared on the side of the wheelchair and smashed it with the blue sky mirror.

The blue sky mirror fell like a mountain, and a flame suddenly stretched out among the dark and complicated patterns.

A red carp came out of the fire!

Shen Qingshan finally moved.

He turned his head and took a look.

Countless cracks appeared on the spirit of the red carp, and a painful howl was issued. It recalled the worst experience in the Tongtian killing array in the East China Sea hundreds of years ago, and it swayed its tail back to the pole.

The adult fire carp king is a real divine beast and Zhao Layue's strongest backhand hidden in the blue sky mirror. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't stop Shen Qingshan's eye and returned miserably!

Shen Qingshan's vision passed through the shadow brought by qingtianjian and qingtianjian itself, and fell on Zhao Layue.

The invisible sword body was suddenly broken by the endless sword idea between heaven and earth!

Zhao Layue flew upside down and landed on the beach. She knelt on one knee and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

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The sky in the west is unusually red, as if it were blood. The highest Tianguang peak is red and warm. There is a sea of bamboo outside a cave, which is like being lit. Each tall and straight bamboo is like a burning sword.

A dispute is taking place in the depths of the bamboo forest. A young disciple stood with his head down and listened to the lessons of his senior brothers.

"How dare you cut bamboo! What do you think? "

The disciple whispered, "I just want to make a bamboo bed. I was killed without cutting two..."

"Caught? Do you know what this is? " A senior brother looked at him angrily and said, "don't you know this is the holy land of our Qingshan sect? Who dares to move these bamboos? "

The disciple was not satisfied and said, "the door rules don't say that the bamboo here can't be cut."

Another senior brother smiled angrily and asked, "do you know who planted the bamboo here? This was planted here by SAGE Liu. Do you also use it? "

The young disciple couldn't help but listen to the word and said, "isn't it a bamboo? Sage Liu is not our Castle Peak sect. Why is this? "

The elder martial brother sneered and said, "go to the cultivation world and ask anyone to see the relationship between sage Liu and our Qingshan sect. Besides, do you know who he grows these bamboos for? Ask if you don't understand. Don't be stupid. "

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When Liu was ten years old, he didn't know that the younger generation of qingshanzong was arguing over their own bamboo.

If he knew about it, he would certainly think that the young disciple cutting some bamboo was nothing.

Several clusters of green bamboos have long become a sea of bamboos and a famous scene of Tianguang peak.

There is only one childe. Where can I use so much.

As for the young disciple, he is a little confused... He is not qualified to have any opinion.

He seems to be an honest, calm and even dull guy, but he is more confused than anyone when things happen.

For example, now he stood in front of the wheelchair and looked at the ancestor as if he hadn't done anything. Qing'er's spirit was almost shattered. He watched the fire carp king return in panic, and Zhao Layue's invisible sword was broken and seriously injured to the ground... But he still didn't think about it. He took out his magic weapon and threw it at the ancestor.

It's rare to use magic weapons in front of you from such a close distance.

Of course, those magic weapons are the highest and most powerful existence of the land level in the sky, which is very rare.

What's more shocking is that he sacrificed all the magic weapons at the same time.

The purest Buddha light and the most ferocious devil flame came out from behind him and became more than a dozen arms.

Each arm holds a magic weapon.

Missing a corner of the emperor's seal, broken whip, broken flag, dragon tail inkstone, Guancheng pen... Fell towards the wheelchair like a rainstorm.

A timid sword flashed from his lips and shot into Shen Qingshan's eyebrows.

Boom, boom! The breath of terror blew up on the beach, and the magic light was like fireworks.

I don't know how long it took, everything finally returned to calm.

The magic light disappeared, and the more than ten arms condensed by the Buddha light and the magic flame gradually disintegrated and then disappeared.

When Liu was ten years old, he retreated into the sea. His face was pale and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The sea water was immediately ignited, forming a mist.

Shen Qingshan in a wheelchair can be seen in the fog.

The wheel of the wheelchair fell a little towards the beach.

Shen Qingshan had no change. Looking at Liu ten years old in the sea flame, his eyes showed a touch of appreciation.

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The morning light lit the bamboo sea of Tianguang peak and the black jade plate among the peaks.

That's where Shangde peak once existed.

There used to be sword prison and hidden peak, which no longer exist.

Corpse dog has worked and lived here for many years. ADA has been a habitual grave robber here, and Xueji has been a prisoner.

Shangde peak was black, but covered with snow. It looked rather monotonous.

Only few people know that Tong Yan has stayed here for many years.

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The wave of the collapse of the solar system sword array has been far away, and Mars has returned to its former desolation.

Yuanqu and Yushan sat between the cliff stones and looked at each other. They suddenly remembered the picture of the first night talk in Shangde peak many years ago.

It is easier for humans to look back at the past at certain times.

For example, when something big happens.

They are worried about going to Zuxing's well nine with those guys and dead dogs.

The bird mother sat cross legged on the ground, lowered her head and continued to count. Her face became more and more pale and felt no solution.

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The beach is white.

Eyebrows are black, no matter how light.

The black pieces all over the sky are turning white.

It is not the illusion caused by sunlight, but the erosion of sword meaning.

Tong Yan's chess is above the sparrow Niang. She is far better than her in this aspect, but she still can't.

All the black pieces in the sky turned white and hung still.

"Some meaning." Shen Qingshan said.

The chessmen all over the sky were chopped by the sword and fell like snow on Shangde peak.

Tong Yan slowly sat back on the beach, his face whiter than snow.

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No young disciple can get his own sword.

They left Jianfeng under the leadership of their teacher, but did not wash the Jiange back, but went to a small building.

There are many portraits in the small building, most of which are real leaders of generations, and some predecessors who have made great contributions to the Castle Peak sect and are famous in the history of practice.

The last portrait, of course, is the real Zhuo rusui, the former leader of feisheng.

Looking at the middle-aged man in the portrait, the young disciples had some strange feelings in their hearts, but dared not say anything.

"Do you think master Zhuo drooped his eyelids, as if he didn't wake up?" The teacher smiled and said.

The young disciples dare not answer.

The teacher shook his head and said, "master Zhuo doesn't care what you think. Salute."

The young disciples quickly knelt down and paid homage to Zhuo rusui in the portrait, with pure mind.

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Zhuo rusui has been sitting on the beach for some time.

Those sand pagodas were destroyed, and he was also taken away by his ancestor's sword intention. He was unable to do anything at all.

He looked at Tan Zhen coming and Tan Zhen leaving. Jing Jiu came with these guys and began to chat. He was sleepy and his eyelids drooped badly, as if he were going to sleep the next moment.

A monk doesn't need a long rest, let alone sleepy. Besides, he is an immortal who has gained the Tao and soared.

Those guys know that when he is sleepy, it often means only two possibilities.

He wants to escape something.

Or he's going to kill the next minute.

So what is the reason for his drooping eyelids at this moment?

I don't know if I sensed the distant land of Chaotian, and those new disciples knelt in front of their portraits. Zhuo rusui raised his head, completely opened his eyes, gave a helpless sigh, and stretched out his hand to the wheelchair.

Countless detailed sword intentions left his fingers and formed a Chengtian sword array at a very fast speed.

Everything here is the father's sword intention, and it is one with his mind. According to what Jingjiu said in Dayuan City, this is a sword array of all things.

How can we crack the sword array of all things? He wants to try Chengtian sword array.

Yes, Zhuo rusui is no longer sleepy, but he doesn't dare to think about whether he can kill his ancestor. He just wants to try.

At least, he doesn't run away anymore.

Sure enough, when those swords left his fingers and formed Chengtian sword, he felt a clear stagnant meaning, which meant that he finally came into contact with the sword array of all things.

Countless lines appear on the beach and weave into a net.

The invisible sword net eroded around at an unimaginable speed and came to him.

The clothes were broken, and there was a messy sword meaning on the immortal body, which was deep into the bone.

Zhuo rusui didn't cough up blood, because the blood flowed out of those sword mouths and lit the beach.

Those sand grains were quickly burned into glass like things. Because of the impurities in them, they looked dirty.

He looked at the things, sighed, and his eyelids drooped again.

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So far, several people who once had the identity of qingshanzong's official disciples have finished.

Another man didn't draw his sword.

The contemporary Chaotian mainland is indisputably the first strong man of the Terran.

Peng Lang took his sword and walked towards his ancestor.

He didn't use the ghost sword that came out with Zhao Layue, Liu shisui and others.

He didn't use the Castle Peak Kendo taught by Jing Jiu that night, nor did he even use the ungrateful sword technique.

His footsteps fell on the beach, not fast, his footprints were very clear, but the sword could not stop him.

Looking at this picture, the look of Jianxian Ensheng changed slightly.

Many years ago, the ungrateful gate was still closed.

Immortal Bai ambushed in the old imperial mausoleum and injured Jing Jiu.

Then they went elsewhere to continue fighting.

Emperor Xiao came out of the mausoleum and met a young disciple of ungen who had been a beginner for more than 100 years.

That young disciple is Peng Lang.

At that time, he walked towards emperor Xiao and stabbed out the sword in his hand.

Emperor Xiao died like that and turned into yellow leaves all over the sky.

Not long ago, on Mars, he was seriously injured by Chen ya. That's how he came back.

No matter whether the one in front is fighting with the fairy or God, or his own ancestor, he stabbed it with such a sword.

Peng Lang went to the wheelchair and stabbed him with a sword.

Shen Qingshan was obviously serious.

His first real shot.

Two thin fingers appeared in the air and caught the sword light.

It can't be described as two mountains, because the mountain can't block this sword - the sword looks ordinary, but Ping Yongjia picked it specially in the sword peak, and the person holding the sword is Peng Lang.

Those two fingers are like heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth unite.

In fact, they didn't meet. The sword was caught at a distance.

This is the first time Peng Lang's sword is invalid.

A soft snap.

The sword bent more and more, suddenly broke, and then broke into countless pieces.

The fragmentation continued to move forward to the hilt, and then spread to Peng Lang's hand holding the sword.

I don't know why, the fragmentation ended here and didn't move forward.

Shen Qingshan took back his sight.

The sea breeze blew his gray hair.

His body looked so thin and old.

His divine sense is so powerful and invincible.

shaking heaven and earth.

The past is unique.

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