Chapter 494 Return of the Deja Vu Sword

Yin San is at most at the level of the wandering realm, not a real Taiping Daoist.

Jing Jiu knew better that he had a physical problem, and he could not pose a real threat to the Qingshan Sect.

The biggest enemy of the Qingshan Sect is still Nan Chi and Xi Lai, the master-student pair.

Looking at the ruined temple that was getting closer and closer in his field of vision, and the red lantern swaying in the wind, Jing Jiu quickly replayed the calculations of these days.

At that time, the Chuzi sword of Nanchong was taken away by Qingshan, and it was kept in the palace until the Battle of Yuntai, and finally returned to the Xihai Sword Sect.

Aoyamazong confirmed that Saikai did not send Hatsuko Sword back to Kirishima.

Why didn't Nan Chi take back his sword?

Others couldn't figure it out, but he guessed a certain possibility because of his experience.

Nan Chi has refined himself into a sword ghost, so he no longer needs the Chuzi sword.

If this is the case, where is the sword ghost of Nanchong now? Xihai or Qingshan?

But the important thing is, if the sword ghost of Nan Chi went to other places, then what is this Nan Chi in the black coffin?

A cold corpse or something like a scabbard?

Will this Nan Tzu in the coffin wake up?

Thinking about these things, he followed Nan Wang to the ruined temple.

The Qingshan Sect has already started in Xihai, and they will destroy the red lantern at this time.

The red lantern may be the magical power of the Nanman tribe, which can recall the sword ghosts from the south to this place from thousands of miles away.

In order to completely kill Nan Trend, this thing must be destroyed.

"Nan Wang?"

Nanzheng came out of the ruined temple, and looked at the girl covered in silver bells, who was somewhat similar to herself, but more delicate and arrogant, with incredible emotions on her face.

After Nan Wang became the master of Qingshan Qingrong Peak, he completely wiped out the remnants of the Nanchong lineage in the tribe, and his methods were very cruel.

Nanzheng was one of those people, and her hatred for her was naturally as deep as the ocean, even though she knew she was not her opponent, she still attacked her.

Nan Wang flicked his ten fingers, and countless sword strings appeared around the ruined temple, weaving into a net.

The mountain wind fell on those sword strings, producing voiceless tones of varying heights, which was very moving.

There were several dense bangs, and countless blood gushed out from Nanzheng's body. He flew back upside down, crashed into the back wall of the old temple, and smashed directly into the mountain, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Nan Wang ignored her, walked to the red lantern in front of the ruined temple, and closed his eyes.

Now that she is the true god enshrined by the Nanman tribe, she naturally has a way to break Nan Chi's magic power, but she needs to pay some price.

After a while, her body shook twice, and her face turned pale.

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

Nan Wang opened his eyes, looked at the black coffin in the temple, and signaled Jing Jiu to stand behind him.

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

Nan Wang walked into the ruined temple, stood in front of the black coffin, bent his fingers and tapped the coffin lid twice.

The coffin lid of the black coffin slid down slowly, revealing Nan Chi's thin, short and old body.

Nan Wang was silent for a while, his chest heaved slightly, and then his right hand fell like lightning, hitting Nan Chi's chest.

There was a soft snap.

There were countless bright rays of light in her eyes.

The sword strings around the ruined temple fell with her right hand, binding the black coffin like a fishing net.

There was no sound, the black coffin was shattered into the finest powder, and Nan Chi's clothes were also shattered into similar particles.

Nan Chi's body was unscathed, still so skinny, like a mummy.

Nan Wang's eyes became brighter, his sword intent was pushed to the extreme, and he kept attacking with unprovoked sword skills.

Countless crackling sounds followed one after another.

Those sword strings were broken one by one, curled back, and finally turned back to the body of the Jinse sword.

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

Nan Wang was silent, thinking how high his level was, how could he resist the flying sword with his body?

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu realized that his calculation was incomplete.

The broken temple is full of debris.

The burning red lanterns turned into several streaks of blue smoke.

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

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The sea water around Shaoming Island had already turned into ice, and Daoist Taiping could not escape from the bottom of the sea, so he could only continue to hide on the island.

The cloud boats of the Zhongzhou School, the bitter boats of Yimao Zhai, and the lotus clouds of the Guocheng Temple have all come to this world and surrounded the whole island.

When the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate of the West Sea was inexplicably opened, the huge shadow in the sea was moving towards Shaoming Island at high speed.

It was the Flying Whale, the divine beast of the West Sea Sword Sect. It was huge. Even though it was sneaking in the deep sea, it still caused countless waves and attracted the attention of many people.

The speed of the flying whale in the deep sea was even faster than in the sky, and it didn't take long to arrive at more than seventy miles away from Shaoming Island.

Going forward is the hard giant ice.

Accompanied by a low but loud long cry, the flying whale broke through the sea, carrying countless seawater, and crashed towards Shaoming Island.

Seeing its resolute posture, it is actually ready to use its huge body to crush the entire Shaoming Island.

Is this trying to prove the innocence of the Xihai Sword Sect with his own death?

Practitioners of the Zhongzhou School, Yimaozhai, Guocheng Temple and other sects naturally would not stop this matter, but just watched coldly from the sky.

The Green Mountain Sect would not accept such a development.

If the Xihai Sword Sect really killed Taiping Daoist, how would Qingshan Zong continue to attack Xihai?

More importantly, how could Daoist Taiping be the former head of the Qingshan Sect, a patriarch-level figure, how could he be killed by the evil beasts of the Xihai Sword Sect?

All I could hear was a cold, furious and bloodthirsty yell from the Qingshan sword boat: "Dare you!"

This stern shout echoed between the heaven and the earth, and countless gusts of wind were stirred up, and the momentum was extremely astonishing.

Practitioners from various sects were shocked to think, which peak master of the Qingshan sect is this?

Bu Qiuxiao and the others still remembered the Battle of Yuntai, when the flying whale was stepped into the sea by Yuan Qijing, and wondered if it was this expert?

Just as he was thinking about these things, he saw a strange bird suddenly appearing in the sky, its eerie long tail glistening in the sunlight.

The strange bird flew in front of the flying whale at an unimaginable speed, and cursed: "Do you want to die!"

Practitioners of various sects were startled, only then did they realize that it was actually the one who spoke.

Compared with the huge body of the flying whale, the strange bird is like a small black dot, but the strong wind that follows it is extremely terrifying.

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

The strange bird's tail was extremely long, like a sword, and countless sharp lights flashed out.

On the surface of Flying Whale's body appeared countless wounds about ten feet deep, and countless blood overflowed and fell like a waterfall.

The strange bird smiled triumphantly, and flew back to Qingshan Jianzhou.

The flying whale let out a painful and low humming, fell towards the sea surface, dived into the bottom of the sea, and dared not come up again.

A practitioner asked in shock, "What is this strange bird?"

He Wei glanced at Han Haoniao who was trembling under him, wishing to turn around and leave. He was extremely annoyed and didn't want to answer this question.

Bu Qiuxiao said: "This is the guardian of Qingshanzong, Yinfeng."

Hearing this answer, the practitioners of various sects felt their scalps tingle, and were once again shocked by the strength of the Qingshan Sect.

This guard of Qingshan, which looks like a golden pheasant with a long tail, uses its tail as a sword, but it looks like a master who has practiced swordsmanship for many years!

Daoist Liu Ci hasn't shown his sword yet, Yuan Qijing hasn't even shown his face, plus this Lord Yinfeng... No matter how strong the Sword God of the West Sea is, so what?

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

Its tail feathers have been stained red with whale blood, dripping continuously on the deck.

Looking at this scene, the disciples of Shangde Peak were both proud and fearful. Especially Chi Yan, Duan Liantian and other elders, who have heard some stories about the civil strife in Qingshan back then, know how many strong people in Qingshan have been killed by Lord Yinfeng and Lord Shigou... they are even more silent and dare not speak.

Only Junior Sister Yushan clenched her fists, her eyes sparkled, and she shouted, "Master Yinfeng is so handsome!"

Yinfeng nodded slightly to express her appreciation, and walked into the cabin.

Yuan Qijing sat cross-legged in the cabin, closing his eyes and meditating to regain his energy.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the blood stains on Yinfeng's tail feathers.

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On the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction.

Bai Zao thought about the previous scene, and asked earnestly, "Is it possible for the two parties to reach an agreement?"

Master Bai said: "Impossible. Because the Qingshan Sect has paid too much. Whether it is flying swords, medicine pills, crystal stones or seventeen sword boats, it is an extremely huge consumption. Even if Yunmengshan wants to prepare for such a war, it will also consume decades of accumulation. The conditions proposed by Qingshan must be extremely harsh, and it is impossible for Jianxilai to agree."

At this moment, Master Liu Ci's peaceful voice spread throughout the West Sea, and fell into the ears of every practitioner: "Our condition is to disband the West Sea Sword Sect, and this place will be managed by all the righteous sects, and you must leave, and you must swear a poisonous oath with the sword ghost that you will never return to the Chaotian Continent for the rest of your life, or you will be punished by the thunderbolt."

Of course, Xihai Sword God couldn't accept such a condition, so he didn't speak at all.

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

Su Ziye once talked about mobilizing the Zhongzhou faction and Xihai to do something together, but today the Zhongzhou faction has remained quiet.

He knew why, if Xihai didn't come up with real means to let the world see the hope of surpassing Qingshan, the two real people Tanbai would never show up.

The Sword God of the West Sea retracted his gaze, looked at Liu Ci and said expressionlessly, "I come from the sea."

His voice also spread throughout the West Sea.

Here is the sea.

Of course he wasn't talking about the sea.

Xihai Sword God went on to say: "I grew up in that fog and learned swordsmanship since I was a child. From the first day, I didn't believe in the saying that the sword comes out of the green mountain."

Practitioners of various sects were in an uproar.

Bu Qiuxiao's expression became a little dignified.

The Sword God of the West Sea is tantamount to admitting his origin.

He is the disciple of Nanhai Wudao Patriarch.

This is something that has been speculated for a long time by the practice community in Chaotian Continent, and it has finally been confirmed today.

"A lot of people came today, which is good."

The indifferent gaze of the Sword God of the West Sea swept across the boats in the sky.

"The world can finally know who is the strongest swordsman between you Qingshan and my Kirishima lineage."

After saying this, he slowly opened his right hand.

The Twelve-layered Building Sword returned from afar and fell into his hands.

He looked at Liu Ci and said, "Please."

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The barren hills and ruined temples have collapsed.

The skinny and short old man stood in the ruins, quietly watching Nan Wang.

The white cat was lying on Jing Jiu's shoulder, its long fur that had been blown off had already slid down, and its tail drooped, so it didn't have the power it had before.

Jing Jiu looked over Nan Wang's head and landed on the old man, confirming some things.

Nan Chi did not cultivate himself into a sword ghost, but took a path that was exactly opposite to his.

He practiced reversely to become a sword, and then raised ghosts.

The soul of the practitioner is raised together with the flying sword in the sword pill until the spirit is born, that is the sword ghost.

The sword ghost is very weak, and only after the cultivator breaks through the sky, can he float in the wind, indestructible, extremely powerful, almost innate with an invisible sword body.

The problem is that if the practitioner lets the sword ghost go far away, he will not be able to control the sword himself, and will be killed very easily.

So neither the dead Pei Baifa nor Xi Lai would choose this method to fight.

Nan Chi has refined himself into a sword, so he doesn't have to worry about this problem.

Sword ghosts can kill, and swords can kill.

Before the sword is destroyed, the sword ghost is immortal.

This is really an unbelievable idea, and an earth-shattering good method.

Nan Chi, who doesn't have the Hatsuko sword, spent hundreds of years thinking hard in the Kirishima, and actually cultivated a completely different way of swordsmanship, which is really extremely powerful.

At the top of Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu once said to Zhao Layue that the most difficult thing in practice is to find a new path.

This is the real founding of the sect.

Jing Jiu admired him a little, thinking that the ancestor Wu Dao was indeed the most remarkable person in the millennium.

Just like him and his brother.

Thinking about these things, he stopped Nan Wang who was still wanting to continue fighting, walked up to Nan Ten, and stretched out his right hand.

To Nan Chi, Jing Jiu's current state was too low to be worth mentioning, so he didn't even look at him.

until this time.

Nan Chi's eyes fell on his face, and he paused for a long time.

The barren hills and abandoned temples are very quiet.

Nan Chi looked at his face and said, "What a perfect sword, it seems familiar."

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly, didn't speak, and still stretched out his right hand.

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(In Tsui Hark's old version of Shushan, Zheng Shaoqiu returned to the mountain after being enchanted. He once saw the sword and sighed: what a sword of justice, it seems familiar.)