Chapter 1991

"Master, why didn't you give it to me earlier?" Xiao Chen has not been hoodwinked.

If there had been such a matchless sword Qi, he would not have wasted more than a month.

Smell speech, Lin Jingxiao embarrassed smile.

"When I was a master for the first time, I forgot...

he really forgot.

And Xiao Chen is a complete collapse, but it is not without harvest.

Now he is ready to rebuild Wuxiang kendo.

With Lin Jingxiao's Wuxiang sword Qi, he can avoid many detours. One sword Qi is enough to support his whole practice.

Next, Xiao Chen began to understand this sword Qi.

Let's make it bigger.

Looking at Xiao Chen's practice, Lin Jingxiao nods to himself. Xiao Chen is a piece of jade, the jade of kendo.

As long as you carve, you will be successful.

If his power could exist in the early ten thousand years, he would surely be able to teach Xiao Chen all his life's strength and make him a Kendo wizard in the divine realm. But now he has little time, so he can only take Xiao Chen to get started. As for the rest, he can only rely on Xiao Chen to explore by himself.

He has more heart than strength.

In the following period of time, he would occasionally give some advice to Xiao Chen and let him have an epiphany.

The rest is Xiao Chen's self-cultivation.

After all, he has a long way to go, and only himself can accompany him.

Therefore, Lin Jingxiao did not intend to give him much training, how much can be realized, all by himself.

Three months later, Xiao Chen became a swordsman.

Such speed, even Lin Jingxiao is greatly surprised.

Although he had the effect of his sword Qi, he remembered that the second ancestor of Jingxiao sword Palace also got his Wuxiang sword Qi, but he was three years later than Xiao Chen. It's not that his talent is poor, but that Xiao Chen's talent is too against the sky, and he even completely controlled Wuxiang sword Dao in just three months.

It is easy for him to practice the next Wuxiang holy sword Sutra.

More and more Xiaolin smiles.

Such a disciple, even in 150000 years today, he is still satisfied.

Because this disciple is a genius.

Even if he died, he could close his eyes.

His Wuxiang holy sword Scripture has a successor...

Xiao Chen began to practice Wuxiang holy sword Scripture, which is the real means of attack, the magic power.

The lethality is terrible.

Xiao Chen's candle dragon sword is also a sage's tool. Although it is not as good as Lin Jingxiao's sword, it can still make Xiao Chen feel the power of Wuxiang sword Sutra quickly, which is explosive.

Only he can see the Wuxiang Kendo of void and Wuxiang.

The sword spirit is comparable to hundreds of millions of sword rivers and the sword spirit of heaven. At this moment, Xiao Chen felt it.

Donghuang sword formula is better than Wuxiang holy sword Scripture.

This kind of feeling, incomparably profound.

Xiao Chen's practice speed is even faster, which comes from his obsession and obsession with practice. He never sleeps for months. In order to rest his sword, he can wave it tens of thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times, day and night. Even Lin Jingxiao is ashamed of his persistence.

This son has a strong heart and a strong ambition, which is far beyond the ordinary people.

If you don't succeed in the future, it's impossible!

Boom!

Xiao Chen's understatement of a sword to kill, suddenly heaven and earth, mountains and rivers tear, across thousands of miles, that kind of feeling of collapse, let Xiao Chen feel surging, he seems to ascend the top of Kendo general, that moment, Xiao Chen excited to jump up, he turned, want to show off with Lin Jingxiao, but he was surprised to find that at this time, Lin Jingxiao's hair gray.

That young appearance also gradually old.

Xiao Chen's face changed greatly.

"Master!" He ran over.

Lin Jingxiao smiles and looks at Xiao Chen. He is more and more gratified.

"Apprentice, I don't have much time." Lin Jingxiao's voice was weak. He said: "I didn't think I could see the moment when you finished the wuxiangsheng sword Sutra, but your performance shocked and gratified me. Your talent is far beyond the past, and kendo is even more wonderful than I had in those years.

Master is going to leave, but I haven't seen your wuxiangshengjian Sutra... "

speaking of this, Lin Jingxiao's voice is not willing, and his eyes are shaking. At this moment, his eyes are not bright, but become a little faint. At this moment, Lin Jingxiao is like a lonely blind old man, his hands are grasping, and Xiao Chen holds his hands against his head His hand, Lin Jingxiao seize.

Then he laughed.

"Good apprentice, master is leaving. The future of Kendo cultivation depends on you. I hope you can break through the sages and go to the legendary realm. I have nothing to give you. This sword is my last gift. As for the things in Jingxiao temple, if you like, you can take them away and stay here It's also a tyrannical thing... "Lin Jingxiao's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he lost his voice.

Xiao Chen saw that the people in front of him had gradually turned into flying sand and gone with the wind.

Xiao Chen's eyes were moving.

He got up and walked out of the stone statue. On the rocking chair outside the stone statue, the old man was still sleeping, but Xiao Chen knew that he couldn't wake up.

Xiao Chen walked past, quietly, he knelt on the ground, constantly kowtow.

Then he buried the body of the old man in the temple.

This is the temple of the master!

It's also the master's graveyard!

There is no better place than here.

He knew that at this moment, Lin Jingxiao completely disappeared in the realm of God, no longer exists.

He turned and looked at the magic weapons and martial arts in the temple.

He waved and pocketed it all.

He's going to take it out, but he doesn't plan to take it privately. It's something left by the first ancestor of Jingxiao sword palace. Naturally, it belongs to Jingxiao sword palace. He has to inherit it. He's very honored and has no other idea.

He turned and walked out of the temple.

Then walk down the ladder.

And below, there was no one. Xiao Chen's eyes flashed.

Everybody's gone.

It seems that they should all go out. The trial of Jiuhuang Jianshan is over.

He got up, turned into a light, and rose to the sky.

In Jingxiao sword palace, above the light ball, there is an immortal light, and a figure steps out. It is Xiao Chen, and all the people present in Jingxiao sword palace, including the sword palace, many elders, their own masters, and the saint sword elders, are among them. Many other disciples of the sword Palace are also there, and tens of thousands of disciples of the sword Palace are under the stage.

It seems that they are deliberately waiting for Xiao Chen.

When Xiao Chen looked around, his elder martial brothers and sisters were all looking at him, looking excited and smiling.

Needless to think, it must be inherited from Jiuhuang Jianshan.

After all, there are eight temples on the real jiuhuangjianshan.

And see Xiao Chen go out, Jing Xiao sword emperor's eyes with a smile.

"I declare that the Jiuhuang Jianshan trial is officially over!"