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Inside the Qingyang Palace.

The fat man stood in front of the main hall, very embarrassed.

"Practicing martial arts is a person's business, what I choose for myself is what I really want," the young Jinggu didn't give an inch, and said, "I don't like swords, I only love swords, even if "Daxian Wuding Sword" is taught now, I don't care, I don't seek to prove the Dao Yuanshen, I just want a heart without hindrance, happy and happy." ”

"Happy?" The middle-aged deacon from Xianding Peak showed a look of displeasure, and then reprimanded, "The road to martial arts training is bumpy and thorny, how can you have a happy heart, little junior brother, you have excellent talent and understanding, you don't seek to prove the Dao Yuan Shen when you practice martial arts, slay demons and eliminate demons, what's the use of this body of force? Little junior brother, it seems that you are about to go astray, without the wind, frost and snow sword, how can there be ten miles of plum fragrance!"

Jinggu was unmoved, and said: "It is not necessary to practice martial arts and seek enlightenment, and it is naturally my duty to kill demons and demons, but ......"

After a little hesitation, Jinggu paused word by word, and said solemnly: "Don't take it in the sword, only ask in the knife!"

"Nonsense!"

The middle-aged deacon finally showed a trace of anger and shouted: "What do you know! I can tell you that more than 770 years ago, Qingyang Peak had a peak master who did not cultivate Zhenfeng's "Qingyang Sword", and a "Retirement Knife" was in his hand to obey the heavens, so as to get involved in the power of the mandate of heaven, and even sat on Wudang Mountain, and suddenly slashed out a knife, and the sword light spanned three thousand miles, and he beheaded a North Sea Demon King hidden in Zhuxi County in the state, and his soul was scattered, and at that time, he still had not preached the Yuan Shen. ”

"What!"

Jinggu snorted, he knew everything about Qingyang Peak, this is a record in the local chronicles of Shiyan Prefecture, and there are also records in the Wudang Historical Records. It's just that Jinggu didn't expect that there was such a secret that the original generation of Qingyang Peak Peak Lord Zhenren had never preached the Yuan Shen.

has never preached, but he is three thousand miles away, and he slashes the demon king with one sword. What kind of sword path cultivation is this, Jinggu can't imagine, and his heart suddenly has infinite fascination.

"Don't be envious, do you know that this Qingyang Peak Peak Lord has lived for a few years, forty-nine years!" the middle-aged deacon glared at him and said, "It's only forty-nine years, you know." As long as you step into the second-rate realm, the dragon and tiger gather, and you have a glimpse of immortality for the first time, you can live to be 100 years old, enter the first-class realm, and the inner and outer heaven and earth are blended, and you will live for 50 years, not to mention the Taoist Yuanshen. Ranked at the top, a martial arts master. At least another hundred years of lifespan, back then, although the true person of that generation of Qingyang Peak Peak Peak had never attained the Dao Yuan Shen, he was also a big man in the first-class mixed yuan realm, but he still did not live past the age of forty-nine, not to mention the descendants of the "Retirement Knife" of the past dynasties. No one has ever lived past the age of forty-nine!"

This......

Jinggu was stunned, he didn't expect to learn such a secret that no one could live past the age of forty-nine in the successive generations of "The Knife of Death". It's simply ......

But he was just stunned, still shook his head, and said: "Senior brother, I am not young anymore, I have my own ideas and decisions, do you think I am young and frivolous, or obsessed, even if I don't practice "Death Knife", I will not change my original intention, and I will not take the knife in this life." ”

"You!you!you!" The middle-aged deacon laughed angrily, "You have only lived for more than ten years, what kind of life can you talk about, how much experience can you have, what kind of life you have experienced, the road that your predecessors have walked, more than you have eaten, will the brothers harm you?" The eighth layer, I'm afraid it will be difficult, martial arts training is nothing else, you can't do it willfully. ”

In front of the Qingyang Palace.

Hearing this, the fat man's face became more and more ugly, and he finally couldn't help but speak: "This deacon, although my Qingyang Peak lineage has been inherited, it is not only a martial art of "Retirement Knife". ”

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged deacon drank heavily, his eyes flashed, he belonged to a third-rate Xiaocheng, and the cultivation aura of the hungry tiger jumping over the stream bloomed.

Kick, Kick!

Even if the fat man has reached the eighth layer of "Turtle and Snake Gong", he is still a little unbearable, and he takes three steps back in succession before he can barely stabilize his figure.

"Just rely on the three of you Qingyang Peak, what can you do, thinking that one peak and one vein can be supported by one or two people, joke! The inheritance of the sect is not just a practice, don't think that this deacon does not know your intentions, if you want to come to Jinggu's junior brotherhood, you have already understood, I show the potential of Dingfeng, it is not so easy to borrow, just rely on your Qingyang Peak big cat and kitten three or two, I want to mislead people's children, and I am not afraid of being generous!"

The middle-aged deacon sneered again and again, and his mouth was ruthless: "In addition to the "Death Knife", do you want to say "Zerlei Palm", "Qingguang Demon Slashing Sword", or "Qingyun Ladder" and "Qingyang Sword"? ”

"Senior Brother Jiang!" Jinggu shouted.

"No, the disciples of Qingyang Peak ask for advice early at night!"

Slightly silent, the fat man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"You ask me for advice?" The middle-aged deacon seemed to see a joke and said disdainfully, "Just with your cultivation of the eighth layer of the "Turtle and Snake Gong", even if it is the ninth layer of the "Turtle and Snake Gong" of the Su begging year , Even if you penetrate all the secrets and dare to stand in front of this deacon, it is the same result, it seems that it is the respect of some disciples in the outer courtyard these days, so that you are lost, and you can't recognize how many catties and taels you have, Jinggu, senior brother can tell you for sure that if you stay on this Qingyang Peak, it will not only be difficult to achieve, but also will be dragged down, I said how can your temperament become more and more stubborn, it turns out that you have been bewitched by these people. ”

"Ginger ......"

"Shizuya, shut up!

The fat man snorted violently and stopped Jinggu's voice, his gaze was very serious and solemn, which Jinggu had never seen in the past.

The boy gritted his teeth, not knowing what to say or what to do for a while.

The next moment, the fat man's eyes were calm, his palm was erected, and the breath of the whole person was completely different.

Airplanes!

The air twisted, and behind the fat man, a fiery red horse stepped forward and descended into the world.

The red aura floated out on the palm of his hand, entwining and surging, like wisps of blood-colored lightning, and an extremely depressed qi rose up.

"Hey, it's a little interesting, the true meaning is like Lei Yin Daze, it seems that the "Thunder Palm" is good," the middle-aged deacon raised his eyebrows and said, "But it's a pity, you haven't built a foundation yet, just this bit of blood, how can you inherit this first-class palm technique? ”

When the middle-aged deacon's voice fell, the fat man made a move, he stepped on the gossip direction, the footwork was mysterious, and in just one step, he crossed several zhang in an incredible direction, and reached the middle-aged deacon obliquely.

Rumble!

As soon as he pressed his palm, the air was distorted and torn apart, and it was accompanied by a thunderous sound that was not weak, and there was a shocking taste.

This palm fell into the eyes of the middle-aged deacon, as if it had turned into a sea of clouds, thunder, hidden in it, a day, summer rain and snow, winter thunder and shock, shaking the sky.

"Although the palm is good, it is not just a superficial feeling, this spiritual sincerity, and I want to shake this deacon, it's a joke!"

The middle-aged deacon scolded: "Meet my Xiandingfeng's 'Dingshen Sword'!"

"Be careful!"

Jinggu suddenly changed color, this "Dingshen Sword" is a second-rate superior swordsmanship of his Xiandingfeng, although it is only ranked second-rate, but it is very suitable for Taoist internal strength, the so-called Dingshen, Dingshen, Dingren God, the best at resisting the crushing of true intentions, although this Senior Brother Jiang has poor talent and understanding, he has only entered the realm of third-rate Xiaocheng when he is close to age, but with this "Dingshen Sword", he is a second-rate master who has initially set foot in the spiritual field, and it is difficult to shake his spirit even if he performs ordinary first-class martial arts.

Boom!

The sword light rose, the pure white sword light condensed like a substance, and the tip of the sword was sharp, and there was a sword qi nearly seven inches long.

In an instant, from this sword light, the fat man seemed to see a majestic mountain peak, regardless of the wind in the sky, it did not move or wave, and it remained unchanged for thousands of years.

That's the peak of manifestation.

The so-called "Dingshen Sword" is precisely the sages of the predecessors of Xiandingfeng who participated in the understanding of the mountain situation of Xiandingfeng, and finally realized the essence of Taoism and created it.

A sword is fixed, and it is determined to become a peak!

This sword contains the atmosphere of a peak and a vein, the true meaning that has not changed for endless years, the edge of the sword is spit out, and any thunder and Daze are cut off, and all kinds of visions disappear.

Burst!

Blood splashed, the fat man staggered back, retreated six zhang away in a row, and finally stopped, his right palm flipped, and there was a sword mark, deep visible bones, blood gushing out.

Obviously, this deacon Xiandingfeng was merciful, otherwise with such a sword, his palm would definitely not be complete.

The fat man gritted his teeth and felt a deep powerlessness, the years of cultivation were too short, and he had not yet built a foundation, but there was everything in this world, and the only thing he didn't have was if.

The middle-aged deacon looked at him and sneered: "Qingyang Peak's "Thunder Palm", but it is like ......"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, his muscles and flesh were tense, the cold hairs on his back stood on end, and the tip of his nose was sweating, feeling an unprecedented crisis.

"Who said that Xiandingfeng's martial arts are better than Qingyang's "Thunder Palm"!"

There was a voice, not very high, but there was a dignified and righteous atmosphere, which seemed to ring in everyone's ears, and instantly spread throughout the entire Qingyang Palace.

Huo Di turned around, and the middle-aged deacon saw that thirty zhang away, a young man in a dark blue robe walked with a sword, and stepped into Qingyang Palace.

"Su Qiannian!" the middle-aged deacon said intently, word by word. (Ask for a monthly pass, everyone comes to the starting point to support genuine subscription.) In fact, what I want to say is "Who said that the martial arts of the Star Sect are better than the beggars to help the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon." Rub, it's not a big scene, next time design a more powerful plot. (To be continued.) )