Chapter 242 Past

"No!"

Guangling Fairy is powerless to stop the sword from falling. The 'blue sky and blue water' she sent has exhausted the spiritual power of her whole body. Now she can hardly mobilize the power of heaven and earth. How can she stop the dragon and tiger from killing the fierce sword?

"No, I must save Brother Long."

The girl's eyes were full of a color of split. She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and a mouthful of ice-blue blood spewed out. This Hedgeri's appearance made Jian Shijie's look change, and there was a little peace in her sharp eyes like a heavenly sword.

And the black sword in his hand was raised and slowly put down. Jian Shijie's simple face became a little uncertain, and at this moment, he has fallen into a long memory.

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"Shijie, how many times have I told you that the swordsman must not be arrogant. Arrogance is not stupid. Wave your sword a thousand times in front of the mountain wall." A majestic old man scolded the child around him without any emotion, and the cold words were like eternal ice, which made people feel cold.

"Yes, Master."

The boy lowered his head and walked almost step by step to the mountain wall 3,000 meters away, staggering, like an old man, with no flexibility of children of the same age.

The sun is bright, and the heat wave is rolling in the air. The leaves of the spirit are gradually yellow in the heat wave. The hot yellow land can almost bake an egg. The boy who is only 12 or three years old stands barefoot on the yellow land and meticulously swings his sword forward. The somewhat tender face is already bursting with blue veins, and every time he waved his sword The boy's eyebrows will beat once and his arms will tremble, which is a sign that he has already exceeded the limit.

Shasha!

The heat wave blew up the dusty gown on the boy's body, revealing a bronze skin. Although it is a child, this muscle has begun to take shape. This is not a strong body, but a perfect body. Every curvature can be called a golden ratio, but...

"It hurts, but I have to put up with it. I can't let Master look down on me."

The light in the teenager's eyes is like two wisps of silver cold electricity, sharp as a knife. He is like a perfect rough blank, and every knock can make him shine more powerfully.

The wooden sword in the teenager's hand seems to have separated from the mortal fetus at this moment. In those absolutely perfect hands, it is like a clear spring flowing down from the mountains, shining with transparent colorless brilliance.

Wo!

Jian Shijie waved his arm, and the wooden sword was like a part of his body in his hand. The beautiful arc was like a gorgeous movement played by the most outstanding dancer, which unconsciously made people intoxicated. At a single moment, the wooden sword fell into the mountain wall without a trace of shaking. This control was far away. It is beyond the realm of entering the room.

A swordsman will not be his sword, but himself. No sword is better than a sword. As long as he has a sword heart, he is the most powerful swordsman.

"Shijie, come back. Today's practice has been completed. One relaxation is the way of literature and martial arts." The old man still had that salty expression, and there was no joy to see Jian Shijie's amazing understanding, as if he was looking at an irrelevant person. Such indifference made the joy in the teenager's heart frozen in an instant.

The old man slowly walked towards the wooden house, and Jian Shijie followed him closely. Just as the teenager was about to calm down, the old man turned around and said without any emotion, "If you still can't stand under the waterfall tomorrow, then the punishment is to wave the sword 10,000 times."

Jian Shijie held the long sword in his hand and was silent. He spent dinner in silence. Just as the teenager got up and went back to his room to practice, the old man took a look at Jian Shijie. Jian Shijie never understood the sadness in the depths of his old eyes.

Just a few days later, when he saw the old man fall into a pool of blood, Jian Shijie understood the meaning behind the old man's alienation. It turned out that he had never ignored himself. Only the deepest love could make an old man who spoiled his child pretend to be indifferent.

It turned out that his father was one of the inheritors of killing Kendo, and the old man was not his imaginary blood relatives. Just because Jian Shijie's father used to be a life-saving elixir for the old man's son, this unknown old man risked his life to save Jian Shijie's father when he was killed by the people who killed Kendo. Jian Shijie, and the price paid was the life of the old man's son, and also the life of the old man.

When he saw the old man's kind smiling face stained with blood, the teenager grew up.

People's efforts do not have to be known to the world, and they really have to have a clear conscience.

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"Smile!"

A black sword light is like a long rainbow through the sun, directly resisting the sword power of the sword killing Hui. Long Qianshang took this opportunity to rise directly, pull up from the ground, and suddenly disappeared within the range of the sword killing Hui's attack and escape from the sky. The sword killing Hui repeatedly moved his body. The swordsmanship is unrestrained and deadly, but it is dark. Hidden vitality simply has the taste of pioneering a school. The rocks splashed and the wind rose. The magic array set by the saint flashed continuously, resisting this peerless sword power, but the martial arts will driven by the sword killing Hui is not something that can be stopped by the entity. Almost in an instant, the faces of many saint-level figures present Pale can't resist this huge pressure that shocked him for nine days.

However, Long Qianshang is like a dragon returning to the sea, and the tiger enters the mountains and forests. The momentum can't be stopped at all. The supreme dragon spirit around him is rolling, flashing repeatedly, ringing an inexplicable rhythm in the void. This is an unknown sound, clear and distant, memorable. The dragon spirit and Huayin meet, interpreting a kind of freedom. With the ethereal rhythm, a pair of wide wings spread and a slight flap, Long Qianshang's figure disappeared in the depths of time and space and avoided all the swords.

One blow was fruitless. The sword killing Hui reluctantly withdrew the sword in his hand, and his eyes were full of anger that could burn heaven and earth. No one could describe how terrible the sword killinghui was at this moment. His tall body was surrounded by a fierce atmosphere that was enough to extinguish heaven and earth, and his whole body became gloomy and obscence, emitting a suffocating The air machine, the sword killing Hui seems to be a king of hell who came out of hell and killed three thousand gods and demons.

"Jian Shijie, you actually betrayed Jianyumen. Do you know what the consequences of this are?" The sound of Jian Xinghui was like a cold wind under Jiuyou, which was cold and touching. He did not expect to suffer such a change. It was like someone stabbed himself in the back. Such behavior was countless times more shameful than direct resistance.

Long Qianshang also looked at Jian Shijie in surprise. He had just been ready to die, but he didn't expect this to happen. This is really a roadless village.

Seeing that Long Qianshang was fine, Guangling Fairy and Miaozhu were relieved. At the same time, they looked at Jian Shijie doubtfully.

"Doing this is worthy of my heart." In a word, the sword killed the glorious face, and even the supreme elder of the sword rain gate on the divine platform looked coldly.

"What a clear conscience, but betrayal is the price of life."

Suddenly, a voice without any emotion slowly sounded in everyone's ears. A sword light came with the power to break through the world. Four people resisted at the same time and burst out all their cultivation, but the sword light was so fast that it was directly knocked to the ground, lost all its combat effectiveness, and died. It is embedded in the huge stone and can't move.

"Brother." Jian Shihui shouted. Seeing the tall man in front of him, there was no more worry in his heart. For them, Jian Shijie was just a dispensable chess piece, which did not matter at all.

"Long Qianshang, you'd better admit defeat. You can't be my opponent." The blue sword in Jian Qingchen's hand has been locked on Long Qianshang's body. If he wants to, as long as he breathes Long Qianshang, he will become a cold body.

Everyone sighed. They knew that the Qionghua faction had completely failed, and their status would be even lower from then on. At this time, some people had cast malicious glances, as if they were thinking about how to profit from it.

"Mu Yuze, if you don't show up, just think I've never known you." The Guangling fairy almost shouted loudly.

"It's useless for him to come, just an unsupportable rotten wall." Jian Shuhui said disdainfully.

At this time, Lu Chenxing, who had been sitting alone on the high platform, opened his eyes and a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Almost at the same time, Jian Qingchen subconsciously stepped back a few steps. In a thousandth of an instant, the long blue sword, which was cut like mud, turned into debris and fell down, and the sword was hit by a vast force and thrown up like a cannonball.

Such a change instantly attracted everyone's attention. A young man appeared on the battlefield, spotless and his blue shirt fluttered. No one saw when he appeared, as if he was standing there.

"It's useless for me to come, isn't it?"

Jian Qingchen's face is vainly dignified...