Chapter 994 Winter Solstice

A garden-like building is located on the expensive Dongchang Street, which is quiet in the bustling city, hidden in the prosperity and away from the world.

This is the headquarters of "Wulin Express". Its rise speed is amazing, changing the living habits of people all over the world and broadening their horizons.

Most people in the martial arts world do not know who the real owner of "Wulin Express" is, nor can they explore why it can flow to all directions through the teleportation array in the first time. Only a very few people who are either powerful or have a good eye know the three words "Shang Jiuming", and know that he was born in a declining sect, accidentally got the treasure of the immortal, suddenly became rich, and then everything went smoothly and unbelievably, with many mysteries.

On Dongchang Street, "Faceless Killer" strolled around casually, sometimes trying the drama noodles, and sometimes choosing cheaper goods from the north and south, no different from ordinary people.

He has been waiting here for three whole months, just for Shang Jiuming to appear, and he believes that he can continue to wait.

Patience is his innate trait. He once became a disciple for three years to learn swordsmanship, and once disguised himself as a beggar for nine months to kill a target. Sometimes, even he himself would be moved by this patience.

In fact, as early as last month, he had waited for Shang Jiuming, but did not choose to take action, because the encounter was too sudden, the distance between them was too far, and they did not close in advance. If he drew his sword, the success rate might be less than 50%, so he waited again without any impatience.

He believed that he would definitely seize the opportunity next time.

"Is this really a sandalwood bead from the South China Sea?" "Faceless Killing God" asked, picking up a string of prayer beads.

While speaking, he glanced at a man opposite the headquarters of "Wulin Express". He had a cold temperament and a deep scar on his forehead, as if he had opened his eyes.

"Gao Fuchen?" The Faceless Killing God was no stranger to famous people in the martial arts world.

Gao Fuchen held the long sword upside down behind him, looking at the gate of the headquarters of "Wulin Express" with a cold look, looking at the people coming in and out, waiting for the appearance of the famous editor.

During this period of time, Gao Fuchen had a very frustrating life. It was not important that there was no such person as "Zhen Ding Zen Master". The key was the attitude of newspapers such as "Wulin Express". He had hired a writer to turn his own views into words, which effectively refuted the fallacy that Jingshen Sword was the reincarnation of the Demon Lord. However, after submitting them to various newspapers, they fell into the sea and there was no news. Although each newspaper would seemingly publish both positive and negative views in a neutral manner, the articles on the positive side were always nonsense, repeating the same few sentences over and over again. What could he use to convince others?

Moreover, similar articles recently were mostly intimidating, insulting those with different views as evil and heretical, and they should be killed. These extreme words pushed the neutral people to the opposite side. In addition, many people like to add a background to masters and strong people to gain psychological comfort. It is not that they are not good enough, but that they are not reborn well. The view that Jingshen Sword is the reincarnation of the Demon Lord just fits their mentality and gradually resonates with them.

Many of his friends began to believe this, and were impressed by the strangeness of the evil sect. They could turn their own souls into demon seeds, hide in other people's bodies, and take root again, thus transcending the mundane world. No wonder the Jingshen Sword shocked the world when it first came out, as if it had been practicing since the womb. No wonder he and others were still doing nothing at that age...

So that's it, so that's it!

The cognition of the Jingshen Sword by his peers gradually changed. Gao Fuchen tried his best but failed to stop it, and he felt more and more sad.

In this big world, how many friends are there who are as persistent as himself? How many people who want to speak in the newspaper like him are lost in the world?

Gao Fuchen's eyes gradually became sharp as he looked at the door of "Wulin Express". At this point, words are useless, so let's rely on the long sword in his hand to argue for the truth.

If you don't let me "speak", then don't even think about speaking!

Gao Fuchen has always been very confident in the sword in his hand. Even though he was defeated by the "Sad Palm", he did not waver at all. Sooner or later, he would be able to swing a sword to shock the gods and wipe out all the evil in the world.

The editors of "Wulin Express" are good at writing, and have forgotten that the most important thing in the world is strength. Today, I want to make them remember it!

Within five steps, all people are enemies. It is better to have words than a long sword!

Da Da Da, a carriage drove out of "Wulin Express". The decoration is simple and simple, which has a sense of dignity. The driver is full of spirit and energy, with a deep light in his eyes, and his gestures are natural.

"A master who is not much worse than me..." Gao Fuchen made a positive judgment.

And the person who can let such a master drive the carriage must be an important figure in "Wulin Express", or even the mysterious boss!

There is nothing more refreshing than defeating a strong man who is almost the same as you and killing the hated enemy! Gao Fuchen's heart suddenly became hot, as if he had returned to his youth, facing danger for the first time with a long sword.

The carriage turned to the north, and Gao Fuchen took a step. At this moment, he saw a brilliant and condensed sword light burst out from the hands of an ordinary person passing by the carriage.

Because of the bleakness of the past, it sets off the brilliance of today!

Gao Fuchen suddenly felt ashamed of himself. He couldn't swing such a sword, and his swordsmanship still had flaws!

Who is this?

Why have you never heard of it?

The eyes of the "Faceless Killing God" contained deep emotion. This was the most perfect sword he had slashed, a sword that was enough to compete with the South China Sea Sword.

How unknown it was in the past, and it will be equally brilliant in the future!

The long sword penetrated the window before the driver could stop it, and shredded the curtain.

Suddenly, the Faceless Killer saw a sword, a long sword with an ancient shape.

It seemed to have been waiting there, like the afterglow of the setting sun, covering all the brilliance, and letting his wrist offer it up.

Puff!

The pain came, and the long sword slipped out of his hand. The Faceless Killer subconsciously stepped back, but he saw a meteor, a dreamy meteor, illuminating his sight, and hitting his forehead just right.

This was countless times more beautiful than the sword he just used... The Faceless Killer was moved again. He would die without regrets if he could see such a sword technique.

His eyes were wet, and he whispered with difficulty:

"What sword technique?"

Shang Jiuming's long sword was across his knees, and his eyes were full of piety:

"Shocking God Sword Technique."

"So that's it..." The Faceless Killer fell on his back, his eyes frozen with relief and emotion.

It is worthy of being the sword technique left by the Shatterer of the Void...

Gao Fuchen stared at this scene in a daze, and the whole person seemed to fall into an ice cave for thousands of years, and couldn't stop feeling cold.

There is such a sword technique in the world, it is just like the work of gods and demons!

Faced with such a sword technique, I dare not draw my sword at all!

Is this the Jingshen Sword Technique?

The owner of "Wulin Express" clearly inherited the "Jingshen Sword Technique", why did he discredit Jingshen Sword? Does he know some inside story?

Gao Fuchen watched the carriage go away in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He was frustrated and decadent, and at the same time he had doubts and hesitations.

Maybe he insisted on the wrong thing?

After another month, the split image of "Jingshen Sword" began to merge and evolved in the direction of the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.

In the magic sword puppet, Meng Qi felt the resonance of heaven and earth, and felt that the subtle connection of illusion was completely formed, connecting the original body and the "Jingshen Sword Image", communicating the real world with this world.

The time has come!

The time to transform the projected image into a mark has come!

Suddenly, light and shadows changed around the magic sword puppet, and a figure condensed. He was dressed in white and cold, and his eyes were filled with joy but not sadness. He held the crystal stone containing the essence of the demon king in one hand and the Jingshen Sword, which had been famous for a hundred years, in the other hand.

Shang Jiuming stared at this scene in amazement, and seemed to have a premonition. Then he saw the white-clothed swordsman swinging an unparalleled sword light, breaking the void, opening up the world, calming the four images, and condensing the five elements.

With a sword, the world changed. Meng Qi operated his consciousness and, with the help of resonance, imprinted this virtual image between heaven and earth, like a pure land of reward, becoming part of the law.

The virtuality collapsed, the subtle connection converged, and the imprint turned into a mark. As long as Meng Qi did not fall, as long as this world did not break, the legend of the Jingshen Sword would continue!

The brilliant sword light disappeared, and Shang Jiuming saw the magic sword puppet lying quietly. There were many more sword holes on its back, indicating the method of the flow of true energy.

The magical experience that felt fake was over, but nothing could be reversed... Shang Jiuming sighed deeply, and to protect his current life, the most important and fundamental thing was to practice swordsmanship.

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Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace.

Sitting on the cloud bed, Meng Qi suddenly had a vague aura, as if he was in another universe at the same time.

"Finally, I left a mark on the winter solstice, but it's a pity that I can't rely on this method in the future, after all, there are too few worlds left with legends..." Meng Qi opened his eyes, suddenly felt something in his heart, and looked up at the sky.

Above the East China Sea, a gorgeous ship was sailing in the air, rippling with an undulating sea of ​​energy, between reality and illusion. A woman in a feathered dress and a star crown stood proudly on the bow. There was a squeaking and oppressive sound between her and the surrounding world, as if different worlds were colliding.

This is a celestial fairy.

This is the messenger of Jinao Island.

Winter has arrived.

Chapter 2 is still in the early morning, and it will return to normal tomorrow~