A pair of farming hands tore apart a piece of the coming sky.

Countless pairs of eyes and countless eyes in the Bodhi Academy witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Everyone held their breath and watched as the familiar hands that once held the hoe tore apart the shattered Buddha Lotus World.

The heavy pressure was swept away by the cool wind.

The sunlight shines through, sprinkled on the Bodhi Academy, shining on the solemn cheeks of the teachers and students of the academy.

Reflecting the long-lost sun, the Buddha lotus world was shattered into countless lotus petals flying all over the sky.

It's not poignant!

In the holy bowl at the foot of the mountain, the Taoist in Tsing Yi raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were as deep as the vast galaxy, revealing a little surprise.

But only slightly.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect died, and the current Bodhi Academy can make this Tiandong Divine Statue a jealous figure, not Zhuang Daoxuan, the dean of the Buddha Lotus World who tore apart with both hands, even if the latter is the first person to transform the calamity under the Divine Guidance Realm.

There is always room for saints in the eyes of saints.

The statue of the god came out of the east for the Bodhi ancestor who had been missing for thousands of years.

He wanted to verify whether the ancestor who founded the Six-Character Sect Dao Tong Academy was still alive in the world.

"Let's go, go up the hill and have a look. ”

The azure beaded curtain fell, obscuring the young and indifferent face.

The Kui Xing head of the ontology Tianlong led the way, and the twelve stars of the sky lifted up the holy box, and the visitors from Tiandong of one saint and ten statues climbed the mountain into the academy.

......

In front of the academy is a lush forest of wisdom.

There are dozens of large and small pavilions in the forest, which are the shade and resting places for many students in the world during the previous enrollment.

The old man in front of the door did not want to break the rules of the academy that would no longer exist, and still chose to sit on the stone steps, leaning on the stone gate of the 'Bodhi Academy' that had been destroyed by countless years of wind but was still brand new.

The old man dressed in the robe of the six-character Taoist master of the academy stood in front of the academy with his eyes slightly closed.

The old man looked tired, as if he was waiting for someone.

Since he came to the academy many years ago to become the manager of the library, the old man has rarely been out of the library. In addition to cleaning the bookshelves of the study building and the half of the bluestone road in front of the book building, there are few opportunities to move the muscles and bones, which is to develop a slightly fat body and walk a few more steps to get tired.

The old man's name is Broken Smoker, and he was a descendant of the Tiandao Broken Family in the past.

When he was young, he was gifted and had an unlimited future, but he was tricked by fate, and was tragically murdered in the first war, known as the new generation of heavenly swords of the Duan family, and finally fled into exile. Vowed to take revenge on the shame, he entered the Bodhi Academy when he was most embarrassed and depressed, and followed the Wuxiang Dao Sect to learn the sword, and it has been more than half a life.

For the rest of his life, he spent half of his life in the college.

Of course, the identity of the smoker is rarely known in the academy.

Except for the Wuxiang Dao Sect Master and Apprentice Zhuang and several older Academy Dao masters, only Bai Yu, a sword idiot who had been instructed in the Dao cultivation by his favor, knew a little about it. Like the legends recorded in many ancient biographies of Daomen, in the eyes of many teachers and students of the academy and teachers in Tsing Yi, the senior Mr. in the library is a mysterious figure.

No one knows that he cultivated geometry.

No one has ever seen his knife skills.

Even the highest dean of the academy, Zhuang Zhuang, only knew that the smoke-breaker was out of the same door as today's sword breaker, and he was a veritable sword-breaker. Otherwise, the Wuxiang Dao Sect would not have passed on the academy's self-sacrificing sword to this person, let alone let Huang Fuyi follow this person to learn the knife.

When the academy was robbed, Dean Zhuang agreed to the request of the old gentleman to guard the door of the academy!

One saint and ten statues.

The holy bowl fell gently in the wisdom forest in front of the academy.

The wind inexplicably rose in the forest, startling more than a dozen spirit birds.

The old sword leader of the broken family next to the courtyard gate opened his eyes, and looked at the blurred vision of the holy man, and a figure in green clothes was reflected in his blurred vision, and he had no breath to cultivate into a fluctuating figure.

He had never seen the true face of the Tiandong Divine Statue, in fact, many people had never seen the dignity of the Eight Hundred Sect Saints, let alone the name Chen Sheng. But this does not affect the judgment of the old sword leader, and the judgment of the strength of the Tiandong Divine Statue who sits deep in the Holy Seat and wears the Tsing Yi Dao Tongsheng.

"In the past, he was known as a peerless figure in the world with Tiandao, but now he has been reduced to the gatekeeper of the academy...... It's a pity!"

A figure walked out beside the holy bowl shrouded in divine radiance.

The handsome and wise scheming can be called the unparalleled nine-star heavenly machine in the world, holding a jade fan and bowing his hand.

"There is a knife in the heart, and there is a Tao everywhere. The old sword leader of the academy got up and patted the Taoist robe on his body, and said to the senior saint who had the skill to stay in the face and the twelve stars of the heavens.

Although the name of the smoke-breaker is rarely mentioned in the world today and forgotten by countless people, it is obviously impossible to hide the nine-star heavenly machine known as the Twelve Stars of the Heavens.

In this regard, the knife is not surprised.

"There is no knife in the hand, but there is a knife in the heart. It seems that Mr. Daokui's cultivation has not only not dissipated, but has gone further. ”

"Let you laugh. Xu is book building read all kinds of classics for many years, subtly cultivated the irritable and frivolous temperament, the old knife leader said with a wry smile.

"What, Mr. Dao Kui is waiting for me?" Nine Star Tianji raised an eyebrow.

"Gatekeepers always have a door. ”

"I don't know how many people Mr. wants to guard?"

The slightly chubby Broken Clan's sword leader stretched out his fingers.

"I have a knife that can slay dragons, slay demons, and punish evil spirits. There was a flash of swords in the eyes of the old sword leader in the library. As soon as these words fell, the momentum around him rose sharply.

In the forest of wisdom, a cold sword wind suddenly rose, rolling up the ground with residual flowers and green leaves.

Countless trees began to shake and rustle.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi in the Holy Bowl smiled for the first time.

Three figures walked out of the holy box, and three figures could be cut down in the mouth of the sword leader.

Kui Star Celestial Dragon, Two-Star Celestial Demon and Four-Star Celestial Evil.

All three of them were cultivators of the Venerable Tribulation Realm.

Although the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly East Meridian Heaven were not among the Ten Heavenly Manifestations, no one in this world dared to question their cultivation methods.

Today, the administrator of the academy building said that he can slay the dragon with one sword, slay the demons, and punish the evil.

Draco is a dragon.

The Demon Star is a demon.

The Heavenly Evil Star is evil.

The three figures stood side by side.

The body of the Kui Xing with reverse scales shook into the wind, and it turned into a hundred-zhang dragon and flew into the nine heavens.

The dragon's roar spread through the heavens and the earth.

There was a strong wind in front of the academy.

Countless eyes in the academy looked at the sky with a look of fear.

I saw the dragon swinging its tail, and countless wisdom trees broke and fell in front of the academy, gradually rising a cloud of smoke and dust.

The chubby old swordman squinted his eyes in the frantic wind.

He didn't have a knife in his hand, and he didn't intend to use one.

He had a knife in his heart, and there were countless knives.

He glanced at the countless broken wisdom trees in the forest, and then those broken trees turned into fierce swords and slowly rose into the air.

He glanced at the wind marks in the chaos, and the cold wind, which had no track to be found, turned into a knife as thin as a cicada's wings and pierced the void.

He glanced at the countless dust and gravel that flew wildly, and all the dust and gravel in the void turned into throwing knives.

The wind and dust, the grass and trees are all knives.

Except for him, everything in his sight instantly turned into knives, countless knives.

The knife was as dense as rain.

The sword was as powerful as a forest.

The knife was as sluggish as the wind.

Countless knives rolled up nearly a hundred feet of furious cyan swords, attacking and slashing the sky in place.

The celestial dragon hovering in the nine skies glared angrily, looking at the cyan sword that gradually shrouded its body, and opened its bloody mouth to spew out a sea of fire.

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