Chapter 1008 Heaven and Earth
The peaks of the Qingshan Mountains are bathed in the morning light, and the Xijian River is glowing with golden light, like a whip.
The new disciple ushered in the first day.
They just woke up and stood by the stream, looking at the beautiful scenery, they talked a lot, the most talked about was of course that Patriarch Jingyang used this whip to tie Immortal White Blade, and then killed her with the Green Mountain Sword Formation.
Hundreds of years later, few people know the role Xue Ji played in that shocking battle, and no one knows that the real whip has been taken away by Liu Shisui when he ascended, and what is left here is only a real stream.
When the morning sun rose completely from a distance, more than twenty new disciples, led by two teachers, left Xijian Pavilion and went to Jianfeng, which is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and it is scary to look at.
"As usual, all new disciples have to go up the mountain to find the sword by themselves. It wasn't until last night that the real sect master issued an edict, putting the sword search as the first item, and we will take you on a tour of the peak. Your luck is really good."
A teacher looked at the young disciples and said with a smile.
This was already at the height of Jianfeng, and the clouds and extremely fierce sword intent were pushed away by the sword talisman held by another teacher, so the young disciples could stay, but they were still startled when they heard the iron eagle's cry from the peak.
The two teachers led their disciples to a cliff and ran down. The disciples didn't know why, and knelt down to salute. A teacher said with longing and admiration: "The Master of Layue has cultivated the Acquired Invisible Sword Body here..."
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Ancestral star seaside.
Two arc-shaped sword lights cut towards the wheelchair silently.
Shen Qingshan didn't look back, as if he didn't notice anything.
Qing'er saw his eyes, they were so quiet, but there were countless thunderbolts in the deepest part.
There was infinite terror in her heart.
If she was in Chaotian Continent at this time and saw those thunderstorms on the top of Bihu Peak, she would know that it was the same.
Boom! There was no time to react, and the thunderstorm formed by the meaning of the sword exploded in her consciousness.
Shen Qingshan's quiet eyes turned into indifference.
Qing'er's spiritual body suddenly became weak, and she let out a cry, and her life was in danger.
The sword lights on the beach suddenly stopped, and a hand could be vaguely seen stretching out.
Qing'er was summoned back.
Affected by this, Zhao Layue's sword was slightly stagnant.
The Chuzi sword that emerged from the sand was slapped horizontally by an invisible force to the ground, unable to move.
The sword light shrank slightly, and she appeared beside the wheelchair, smashing down with the Qingtian Mirror.
The Qingtian Mirror fell down like a mountain, and a flame suddenly protruded from the dark and complicated patterns.
There is a red carp out of the fire!
Shen Qingshan finally moved.
He glanced back.
Numerous cracks suddenly appeared on the spirit body of the red carp, and it let out a painful howl, recalling the worst experience hundreds of years ago in the East China Sea Tongtian Killing Formation, and wagging its tail back in extreme fear.
The grown-up Fire Carp King is a real divine beast, and also Zhao Layue's strongest backhand hidden in the Qingtianjian, but he still couldn't stop Shen Qingshan's gaze, and returned in a disastrous defeat!
Shen Qingshan's gaze fell on Zhao Layue through the shadow brought by the Qingtian Jian and the Qingtian Jian itself.
The invisible sword body was suddenly broken by the endless sword intent between heaven and earth!
Zhao Layue flew upside down, landed on the beach, knelt down on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
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The sky in the west was as red as blood. The highest Tianguang Peak is red and warm, and there is a bamboo sea outside a certain cave, as if it has been ignited, and each tall and straight bamboo is like a burning sword.
A dispute is taking place deep in the bamboo forest. A young disciple stood there with his head bowed, listening to his brothers' lessons.
"How dare you chop bamboo! What's going on in your head?"
The disciple said in a low voice: "I just wanted to make a bamboo bed, but I was killed without cutting two..."
"Just got caught? You know it's a catch?" A senior brother looked at him angrily and said, "Don't you know this is the holy place of our Qingshan sect? Who dares to move these bamboos casually?"
The disciple was a little dissatisfied and said: "There is nothing in the gate rules that the bamboo here cannot be cut."
Another senior brother laughed back angrily, and asked, "Do you know who planted the bamboo here? It was planted by Liu Shengren here back then, and you can use it too?"
The young disciple couldn't bear it anymore when he heard the word match, and said, "Isn't it just a bamboo? Saint Liu is not from our Qingshan Sect, so why is it here?"
The senior brother sneered and said, "Go to the cultivation world and ask whoever you want to see the relationship between Liu Shengren and my Qingshan sect. And do you know who he planted these bamboos for? Just ask if you don't understand, don't be confused."
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Liu Shisui didn't know that the juniors of Qingshan Sect were arguing endlessly over the bamboo he planted.
If he knew about this, he would definitely think that it was nothing for the young disciple to chop some bamboo.
A few clumps of green bamboo have long been turned into a sea of bamboo, a famous scene of Tianguang Peak.
There is only one young master, how can you use so many.
As for that young disciple who was a little confused... He was even less qualified to have any opinions.
He seems to be an honest, calm and even dull guy, but he is more muddled than anyone else when he really encounters things.
For example, standing in front of the wheelchair, Qing'er's spiritual body was almost shattered when the patriarch seemed to have done nothing. He watched the Huo Li King return in horror, and Zhao Layue's invisible sword body was broken and fell to the ground with serious injuries... But he still didn't think about it, took out the magic weapon and threw it at the patriarch.
It is very rare to have a magic weapon in front of him at such a close distance.
Of course, those magic weapons are the existences with the highest level and the most powerful supernatural powers in Chaotian Continent, which is very rare in the first place.
What was even more shocking was that he sacrificed all the magic weapons at the same time.
The purest Buddha's light and the fiercest magic flame emerged from behind him, turning into a dozen arms.
Each arm holds a magic weapon.
The Emperor's Seal missing a corner, the broken whip, the broken flag, the dragon tail inkstone, the Guancheng pen... fell towards the wheelchair like a torrential rain.
With timidity, the sword flashed from between his lips, and shot at Shen Qingshan's brow.
Boom boom boom! Terrifying aura exploded on the beach, and the brilliance of the magic weapon radiated like fireworks.
I don't know how long it took, but everything finally returned to calm.
The light of the magic weapon disappeared, and the more than ten arms condensed by the Buddha's light and the magic flame gradually disintegrated and then disappeared.
Liu Shisui retreated into the sea, his face was pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sea water was instantly ignited, forming a mist.
Shen Qingshan who was sitting in a wheelchair could be vaguely seen in the mist.
The wheels of the wheelchair sank a little toward the sand.
Shen Qingshan didn't change at all, looking at Liu Shisui in the flames of the sea, there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes.
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The morning light ignited the bamboo sea in Tianguang Peak, and also lit up the black jade plates among the peaks.
That is where Shangdefeng used to exist.
There used to be Sword Prison and Hidden Peak, but they no longer exist.
Shigou has worked and lived here for many years, Ada was a habitual tomb robber here, and Xueji was a prisoner here.
Back then, Shangde Peak was black, but covered with white snow, which looked quite monotonous.
Only few people know that Tong Yan also stayed here for many years.
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The wave of the collapse of the solar system's sword array has gone away, and Mars has returned to its former desolation.
Yuanqu and Yushan sat between the cliffs, looked at each other, and suddenly remembered the scene of the first night talk at Shangdefeng many years ago.
Human beings tend to look back at the past at certain moments.
For example, when encountering some major events.
They were very worried about Jing Jiu, those guys, and the corpse dog who were going to the ancestral planet.
Que Niang sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered her head and continued to count something, her face became paler and paler, feeling puzzled.
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The sand is white.
The eyebrows are black, even if they are light.
The black chess pieces all over the sky are turning white.
It is not an illusion caused by sunlight, but the erosion of sword intent.
Tong Yan's chess skills are superior to Que Niang's, and her skills are far better than hers in this aspect, but she still can't do it.
All the black chess pieces in the sky turned white, hanging still.
"Somewhat interesting." Shen Qingshan said.
The chess pieces all over the sky were cut into pieces by the sword intent, and fell like snow on Shangde Peak.
Tong Yan slowly sat back on the beach, her face whiter than snow.
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None of the young disciples were able to get their own sword.
They left Jianfeng under the leadership of their teacher, but did not return to Xijiange, but went to a small building.
There are many portraits in the small building, most of them are real masters of the generations, and there are some senior patriarchs who have made great contributions to the Qingshan Sect and enjoy a high reputation in the history of the practice world.
The last portrait is of course the real Zhuo Rusui, the former head of Feisheng.
Looking at the middle-aged man in the portrait, the young disciples felt a little strange in their hearts, but they dared not say anything.
"Do you feel that Master Zhuo's eyelids are drooping, as if he hasn't woken up?" the teacher said with a smile.
The young disciples dared not answer.
The teacher shook his head and said: "Patriarch Zhuo doesn't care what you think, so salute."
The young disciples quickly knelt down and paid homage to Zhuo Rusui in the portrait with pure thoughts.
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Zhuo Rusui has been sitting on the beach for some time.
Those sand towers were destroyed, and he was also taken away by the ancestor's sword intent, so he was powerless to do anything else.
He saw Tan Zhenren coming, Tan Zhenren leaving, Jing Jiu and these guys came, and then started chatting. He was already very sleepy, his eyelids drooped badly, as if he was about to fall asleep the next moment.
A monk does not need to rest for a long time, let alone sleepy, not to mention that he is a fairy who has ascended to the Tao.
Those guys knew that when he was sleepy, there were only two possibilities.
He wants to escape from something.
Or he's going to kill the next moment.
So what is the reason for his drooping eyelids at this moment?
I don't know if he sensed the distant Chaotian Continent, those disciples who had just started kneeling in front of his portrait, Zhuo Rusui raised his head, opened his eyes completely, let out a helpless sigh, and stretched out his hand towards the wheelchair.
Countless lines of fine sword intents left his fingers, forming a Tiantian sword array at an extremely fast speed.
Everything here is the sword intent of the patriarch, and it is unified with his will, so according to Jing Jiu's words in Dayuan City, this is a sword formation of all things.
How can we break the sword formation of all things? He wanted to try the Chengtian Sword Formation.
Yes, Zhuo Rusui was no longer sleepy, but he didn't dare to think about whether he could kill the Patriarch, he just wanted to try.
At least, he doesn't run away anymore.
Sure enough, the moment those sword intents left his fingers to form the Chengtian Sword, he felt a clear sense of stagnation, which meant that he had finally come into contact with the Ten Thousand Things Sword Formation.
Countless lines appeared on the beach, weaving into a net.
The invisible sword net eroded around at an unimaginable speed and came to him.
The clothes were torn, and a messy sword intent appeared on the fairy body, penetrating deep into the bones.
Zhuo Rusui didn't cough up blood, because the blood flowed out from those swords and set the beach on fire.
Those grains of sand were quickly burnt into glass-like objects, which looked a bit dirty because of the impurities inside.
He looked at those things, sighed, and his eyelids drooped again.
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At this point, several people who used to be official disciples of the Green Mountain Sect have all made their moves.
There is another person who has not drawn a sword.
The undisputed No. 1 powerhouse of the human race in the contemporary Chaotian Continent.
Holding the sword, Peng Lang walked towards the patriarch.
He didn't use the Ghost Sword Dao that he had studied with Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and others.
He also didn't use the Qingshan swordsmanship that Jing Jiu taught him that night, and he didn't even use Wuenmen's swordsmanship.
His footsteps landed on the beach, the speed was not fast, the footprints were very clear, but the sword intent all over the sky failed to stop him.
Seeing this scene, Sword Immortal Ensheng's expression changed slightly.
Many years ago, the Gate of No Grace was still closed.
Master Bai set up an ambush in the old imperial tomb and injured Jing Jiu.
The two then went on to continue fighting elsewhere.
Emperor Xiao walked out of the mausoleum, and met a young disciple of Wuenmen who had only been in the door for more than a hundred years.
That young disciple was Peng Lang.
At that time, he walked towards Emperor Xiao just like this, stabbing out the sword in his hand.
Emperor Xiao died just like that, turning into yellow leaves all over the sky.
Not long ago on Mars, he was seriously injured by Chen Ya's trap, and he walked back like this.
Regardless of whether the one in front was He Xiangu, the first master of the gods, or his own ancestor, he always stabbed like this with his sword.
Peng Lang walked up to the wheelchair and stabbed it with a sword.
Shen Qingshan's expression became obviously serious.
His first real shot.
Two skinny fingers appeared in the air, pinching the sword light.
It cannot be described as two mountains, because it is absolutely impossible for the mountains to block this sword - the sword looks ordinary, but it was specially picked by Ping Yongjia in Jianfeng, and the person holding the sword is Peng Lang.
Those two fingers are like heaven and earth.
heaven and earth together.
In fact, they did not meet, and there was still a distance, and the sword was clamped.
This was the first time that Peng Lang's sword was ineffective.
There was a soft snap.
The sword became more and more curved, broke suddenly, and then shattered into countless pieces.
The shattering continued until it reached the hilt of the sword, and then spread to Peng Lang's hand holding the sword.
I don't know why, the fragmentation ended here, and I didn't move forward.
Shen Qingshan looked away.
The sea breeze blew his gray hair.
His body looked so thin and weak.
His consciousness is so powerful and invincible.
Earth-shattering.
From ancient times to the present.