Chapter 829, broken again, seven famous swords

In the world's practice world, in terms of the infinite potential of the roots of Zen ancestors, there is no doubt that the Great Zen Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is the first in the world.

The huge Buddhist country established with the Great Zen Temple as the center is shrouded in endless fields. The Buddha's light covers the sky, the earth is full of golden lotus, and even the Western Great Zen God Kingdom is called "the Pure Land of Bliss" by the good men and women in the world.

The Holy Temple of the Kingdom of God has inherited seventy-two unique learning since ancient times, and the top and profound martial arts are even more vast. It can be said that the monks who join the Great Zen Temple can only be that you have no qualification to understand and can't learn, but there is almost no saying that the Great Zen Temple does not have a unique knowledge suitable for you.

It's just that the people who used to rebel against the Great Zen Temple, today's Wudang Ancestor's True Supreme Sect advocates Sanfeng, but with the arrogance and strength of sword cultivation, in just thousands of years, it has directly created a giant organization that can be as good as the Great Zen Temple in strength and strength: Wudang Jianzong.

Perhaps compared with the huge potential power accumulated by the Great Zen Temple in the endless time, Wudang's vein is still slightly inferior, but only from the perspective of martial arts, in the past hundreds of years, the world's practice world has gradually had the recognition that "the secret of Wudang is from the Great Zen and higher than the Great Zen". Wudang Zhang Sanfeng is indeed the world in the world. Rare Master Master...

It's just that at this moment, the strong man, who is the master of the world, gradually frowned his snow-white eyebrows. The whole Zhenwu Hall, which originally expressed his own opinions on Taoism, was quiet, and no one dared to disturb the thoughts of the supreme suzerain.

With Zhang Sanfeng's sight, dozens of pairs of eyes gradually moved, and finally stared at the yin and yang sword pool in the Zhenwu Hall. They looked at the "extreme yin sword eye" of the yin and yang sword pool, and slowly spread and grew into a pure purple evil sword. Although it was thin and delicate, there was even an inch of turtle cracks on the ridge of the sword, and the blade There is a crack in the mouth, but it is still a rare evil sword with murderous intent and evil spirit.

Wudang Jianzong is also known as Wudang Sword Pool, but because Zhang Sanfeng set up a yin and yang formation array when he set up the road in Wudang Mountain, and gathered the sword spirit of the world's good and evil, yin and yang, toughness and softness, and life and death in Wudang.

Although it is just a wisp of overflowing between heaven and earth, there are so many sword practitioners in the world. They gather more and accumulate sand into towers. After all, let this yin and yang array converge every wisp of sword spirit on the three worlds and six heavenly planes, and finally form the Wudang sword spirit pool of Wudang Sword Sect.

This giant sword gas pool is bounded by "positive and yang is born, evil yin and soft death". Each of them converges yin and yang sword qi, just like black and white water. Except for the intersection, they do not disturb each other. For thousands of years, a huge sword spirit yin and yang array around Wudang's ancestral court has been formed, and it is like a black and white river flow breaking through the void and twists and turning down, surrounding the huge peaks suspended in the air of Wudang, and finally converging and converging in the Wudang Zhenwu Hall. The sword spirit of yin and yang and evil converges in one place, producing a huge and magnificent power overflow, if it hadn't for Zhang San Feng's own cultivation has been earth-shaking, and his cultivation has reached the limit of the world. This yin and yang sword spirit pool has already exploded like a nuclear bomb.

However, for thousands of years, this hedging sword qi power has been suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng with the restraint of supreme cultivation, forming an energy hedging and disappearing, and the huge superim energy that spilled out has been restored to the purest aura energy, and Huize Jianzong has been countless years. It can be said that Wudang can catch up with the ten-thousand-year strength accumulation of the Great Zen Temple in just thousands of years. In addition to Zhang Sanfeng's supreme cultivation, this array of good and evil yin and yang sword spirit in the world is also indispensable.

Its role is equivalent to the significance of the Purple Night Immortal Array for the Blood Spirit in the past, but its actual effect is more than a thousand times that of the Immortal Array.

"The positive yang is born, and the evil yin is soft to die" two kinds of sword qi are extracted from the heavens, gathered in Wudang, and hedged in the Zhenwu Hall, forming a pair of huge yin and yang sword spirit Pisces: Jiyin sword eye and Jiyang sword eye.

The whole picture scroll is like a huge Taiji picture, which is suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng with supreme cultivation. Such a picture almost condens and condenses all the essences of martial arts that integrates water and fire through life and death. It can be said that it is of great significance and amazing for practitioners who practice martial arts skills every day. .

The sword spirit produced by Zhutian swordsmanship, almost regardless of strength or thickness, is collected and gathered in the Wudang sword pool. However, those who are really qualified to rush into the Zhenwu Hall without being assimilated by other sword spirits are undoubtedly the strongest and most terrible sword spirit in the world.

Originally, the shaped sword spirit contained in the core of the yin and yang sword qi fish in Wudang Zhenwu Hall is only a few handles to generate a real sword shape. Other sword qi is shown into the core of yin and yang, and it is like running water, which is difficult to show.

Until today, in the eyes of the evil sword, a pure and vast green sword suddenly made a "choking" sound, which attracted the side eyes of the practitioners sitting in the hall. After a while, a wisp of purple gas gradually emerged in the sword pool, clinging to the pure green sword, and finally the sword was born with the sword, and gradually condensed and gathered. It has become a pure purple evil sword with a rather amazing murderous evil intention.

Originally, there were only six shaped evil swords in the eyes of the whole evil sword. The planes of the heavens, the infinite field, and almost only these six swords are qualified to be real in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

The first handle is a sword machine unparalleled, no edge and no blade. The whole body is like a sword-shaped iron bar, but the sword is dazzling. Just by looking at it, there is a sharp-edge sword that will "cut the eyes". The name of the sword is: a hundred years of loneliness.

The second is a glorious sword, decorated with colorful beads, Jiuhua jade cold light, and a blade like frost and snow. The sword spirit lingers around the noble spirit, but at the same time, there is also a spirit of rushing to the sky to tear the clouds. When I look directly at it, it seems that there is a fairy holding a sword to the west, cutting down with a sword and tearing the sky to dominate the world. Sword spirit is unparalleled, noble spirit is unparalleled, sword name: Emperor Sword Flying Immortal.

The third is a thick-backed hegemonic sword. The whole body of the sword is simple and dignified, which seems to have an inexplicable divinity. Looking straight for a long time, it seems that you can see the snowy night and bloody night. A lonely swordsman gently blows down the snow and blood left on the front of the sword...

Arrogant, noble, divine sword, sword name: proud sword blowing snow.

The fourth is a strange-shaped long sword with a gentle demon and red gold body. The sword is like a snake, and the sword is like a snake. It is winding. Its meaning is extremely fierce. Looking at it, I feel that there is a poisonous golden snake attached to its back. If the light on the back is no longer enough to describe its horror. Looking directly at this sword, it is as if a highly poisonous golden snake has kissed your throat. A moment of death. This murderous ups and downs, evil sword, sword name: five poisonous golden snakes.

The fifth is a long sword locked in the scabbard. The scabbard is decorated with thirteen pearls, which is like the artistic conception of thirteen swordsmanship in the scabbard. Looking directly at the sword, the spirit is ingested into an illusory and twisted space. Thirteen top swordsmen send you the most terrible and fierce assassinations, attack, dodge, block...

I tried my best, but after all, I can't avoid the arrival of the must-kill sword. It seems that the terrible thirteenth sword is cut out, which means irreparable and will definitely die. Sword Name: Thirteen Swords Prison.

The sixth is a blue light, the divine light overflows, and the air is clear like a clean sword weapon of a blue lake. There is no killing, no death, no evil. Looking at this sword, it is like seeing a girl in blue in floating clothes, smiling and jumping towards you... In this most lightest and sweet dream, the hidden under the flowers A sword suddenly pierced your throat.

"You belong to me. Even if you die, it must belong to me."

The cheerful girl in blue is lying on your chest, such a low nect, but it brings endless horror.

The beautiful, cheerful and clean cyan dream suddenly collapsed, followed by a sense of horror and despair like the arrival of hell. The cyan sword spirit penetrates your body one by one, and divides you into countless pieces.

The seventh is a newly generated purple swordware, which is like a broken purple mirror. The ridge of the sword is broken like a texture, but it is not broken, not broken, constantly, and even absorbs its lingering purple gas, and forcibly repaired.

A pure unwillingness, a struggle on the verge of death, a doomsday collapse has nowhere to escape. A sword struggle under despair: "I don't want to die when the sky kills, I don't die when the earth collapses, I don't want to die when the corpse is broken, and I don't want to die when I'm trapped in hell..."

Pure emotions, pure desire and hope, the long-term ambition to persist in living even if everything is destroyed. Although it is not absolutely strong in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, it is already eye-catching. Therefore, after thinking for a moment, the supreme suzerain and the supreme master who followed the past slowly wrote four words on the thin purple sword ridge that had been broken a lot. Sword Name: Broken and Eternal Life.

No matter what kind of disaster and destruction, the sword that will stay in the world forever is locked at this moment. Even if it leads the end of the world, even if it is destroyed, everything will never die. The crazy struggle roared and struggle in Zhu Peng's heart.

Once, twice, three times...

One thousand times, two thousand times, three thousand times...

10,000 times, 20,000 times, 30,000 times...

70,000 times, 80,000 times, 90,000 times...

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine deaths, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine deaths, ninety-nine times were pierced through the key point by the bamboo stick. All feelings were worn out in this terrible reincarnation. If it hadn't been for Zhu Peng's soul so tough that a normal monk could not imagine, if it hadn't been for his deep understanding of it. The way to return to Yuan can transform the qi and blood Zhenyuan to supplement the soul. Zhu Peng's soul has long been scattered under the A Qing sword in front of him.

Although it was only a confrontation between the will and the soul, the soul told the body, "You were killed." It will cause the established fact of the real death of the body.

If it hadn't been for Zhu Peng's soul power and desire for survival, he would have been unimaginably firm. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died more than 89,000 times.

But this death over and over again is not worthless. Zhu Peng and the Yue female sword intend to fight in their own knowledge of the sea. Although the Yue female sword on the opposite side is extremely pure and exquisite, it is a sourceless water. With the reincarnation of artistic conception, what Fan Li, what Xishi, what Guanwa Palace, what three Qian Jiashi, all the will has been wiped out. In the almost blank sea of knowledge, only Zhu Peng, A Qing, and the will behind Zhu Peng has been worn out. It is just the stunning beauty of dementia.

Except for these three, the whole sea of consciousness is all blank. In the face of the bamboo stick that penetrates time, space, and even the distance between the soul, Zhu Peng's consciousness is no longer clear. Now he is just his tenacious business thinking. The kind of giving up everything, he also You must live, that kind of hysterical obsession.

The bamboo sword that penetrated everything stabbed, and Zhu Peng still couldn't break it. He couldn't avoid it, couldn't stop it, and couldn't keep it. Even if he had been killed 99,000 times by this sword formula, but this time Zhu Peng was different from the previous 99,000 times, and he retreated. No longer guarding in front of Xi Shi, she even grabbed the girl's wrist behind her with a blank face and throwing her whole body at the sword stabbed by A Qing. The girl's appearance changed in mid-air, sometimes became Zhu Sansan, sometimes Li Shishi, sometimes all the beauties that Zhong Ling, Su Yu, Gong Hanying and even Zhu Peng had seen...

"Poof... stabbing..." The bamboo sword directly penetrated Xi Shi, and even pierced Zhu Peng's chest behind him, but the next moment, a purple sword light directly pierced Xi Shi's body. For the first and last time, it pierced the throat of the Yue girl Aqing...

The cyan light particles dispersed little by little. The figure of the Yue woman holding the bamboo sword turned into light particles all over the sky with this straight sword. Finally, it returned to nothingness. All the fights in the sea of consciousness ended. Zhu Peng suddenly hugged Xi Shi in front of him and quickly bandaged the wound for her. Whether it was Yue Nv or Zhu Peng's sword, it was not really in it. Yishang pierced her fatal point. If Xi Shi in Zhu Peng's arms was a normal mortal, he would not even die under the two swords that were extremely aggluted with Zhenyuan sword spirit, and would only suffer a light and heavy puncture.

It's just that Xi Shi in Zhu Peng's arms is not a mortal in the normal sense. She is not even a human. It's just the condensation of Zhu Peng's love. With Zhu Peng's sword stabbed out, she was dead at the moment of the sword, and her vitality was extinct and irreparable.

Zhu Peng quickly bandaged her injury, but the woman whose appearance was gradually blurred had no reaction. She dissipated little by little and gradually disappeared like a Yue girl Aqing. The slender palm struggled to slowly stroke Zhu Peng's cheek. Under the increasingly unclear appearance, the eyes were transparent. The attachment and reluctance became clearer and clearer... until she completely collapsed and turned into nothingness.

At the same time, in the Wudang Zuting Zhenwu Hall outside the endless plane, the evil sword in the extreme yin sword pool: "Breaking the eternal life" condensation, and all the disciples have been scattered. At this moment, in the whole Zhenwu Hall, there is only the white-haired Taoist ancestor Zhang Sanfeng and a young disciple in a green robe. This Wu When the disciple knelt behind Zhang Sanfeng, the breath of the sword eyebrows was extremely clear and extraordinary, but it was the well-deserved absolute leader of the young generation of Wudang Jianzong.

I don't know how long it took, but the Zhenwu Hall, which had been silent, was finally broken by Zhang Sanfeng's words: "Qingshu, do you know that in my imagination, the seventh evil sword meaning condensed in this Jiyin sword pool should have been yours, but your Wudang Taiji sword killing formula."

"The disciple's qualification is dull and the understanding is not enough, and there is a negative trust of the ancestor." Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Song Qingshu's face was also red and white, and he didn't dare to get up again under the big ceremony.

In fact, not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, even he himself has always thought that he would be in the Jiyin Sword Pool of Zhenwu Hall. As the condensator of the seventh sword, as the owner of the heavenly book of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, and as the proud son of the whole Wudang, he really has too many advantages. Since he was a child, he has been taught to practice by Zhang Sanfeng, an unfathomable resident fairy, but in the end, he was still pressed down. Not to mention Zhang Sanfeng was unhappy, the fire in Song Qingshu's heart was almost like an active volcano.

"Normally speaking, it should not be like this. I almost all know about the masters of the heavens and the strong immortals. The strong people of the older generation have set their own path, and it is impossible to abandon themselves to compete with you in kendo. In addition to the descendants of Yue who have gone through the era of chaos and hundreds of wars, how can the new generation of practitioners be stronger than you? ? "

After thinking for half a moment, he failed. He shook his head. After a long time, Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Hongmeng world, the heavens, there are countless strong people in this vast sky, countless geniuses, maybe...

It's also because my requirements for you are too high. Well, you can go down first. You won't be proud of it. If you lose for a while, you will be angry. Have a good rest for two days.

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng waved his robe sleeve, he directly brushed Song Qingshu, who was already the real world of Jindan, out of the Zhenwu Hall. Not to mention that Zhang Sanfeng has been a legend of the earth fairy who has been stationed for a long time. It is the same Jindan realm, and it is also clear from one to nine layers of barriers. Zhang Sanfeng's power, let alone Song Qingshu, is a The peak of the top-quality Jindan may not be able to carry it down. Zhang Sanfeng's strength has broken through the limits of the world as early as countless years ago.

While Song Qingshu was swept out of the hall in Zhenwu Hall, the condensed purple demon sword in Zhu Peng's hand suddenly exploded and scattered countless air machines. Under the transpiration of the purple fire, Chu Tianji's body around him collapsed on the spot.

With a "choking" sound, Zhu Peng suddenly opened his eyes full of blood, and a touch of sword light rushed out of the flaws from the purple fire radiation, obliquely pierced into Chu Tianji's heart, fast, accurate, strange, strange, and suddenly assassinated.

Unprepared, Chu Tianji's heart was instantly strangled into a blood fog by Zhu Peng's sword light, and the purple flame burned him and turned him into a large purple torch.

"Zhu Peng, are you crazy?"

Chu Tianji's angry roar came from the purple torch, but in fact, his response was not slow at all. The crushed heart was not fatal for the monks in the virtual world, but Chu Tianji still gathered his vitality and exploded directly, because at this time, the self-explosion gave full play to his greatest lethality of immortality. In two sentences, the more Zhenyuan he was burned by Zhu Peng Zixiaoyan, the less powerful the explosion will be.

Boom, huge vitality fluctuation, as if a large equivalent nuclear bomb exploded in mid-air, and dozens of miles were destroyed by a momentary yang radiation.

Author's language: http://book.zongheng.com/book/166149.html 2012 Doomsday Fairy is the first published vertically and horizontally. Thank you for your support. In addition, woo-hoo, I don't have money to pay the rent, and I'm embarrassed to take care of the family. I went back to my old career to write novels. I wanted to write 10,000 words, but I didn't write them for months. Now I feel that I can't write them. It's better to write 5,000 words a day, at least the stability is more guaranteed.

I haven't written a novel for months. Maybe it's not as good as before. Everyone urges the salted fish to recover quickly.