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was complacent, suddenly felt a sharp pain in the abdomen, looked down, the death had come to the front, the sword pointed at its dantian, the crisp sound, shocked the audience!

The pain is heartbreaking, wailing and falling to the ground, the road of immortals, there is no hope in this life.

Sudden changes, who is not surprised, cowardly people, unusual.

Gu Changfeng said: "It's just a tongue, waste dantian, is it vicious?"

Yan didn't answer the rhetorical question, and said, "What is the name of this sect?"

Gu Changfeng said: "It is the Xuanbing Sword Sect. ”

He asked again, "Who is my father?"

Gu Changfeng frowned and said, "Sect Master." ”

He shouted angrily and said, "I am a dog, what is my father, what is Xuan Bing?"

Gu Changfeng was speechless and couldn't answer.

Feng Guiyu said: "Arguing with tongues, in vain, go together on Wanjian Peak, dare you?"

Everyone watched, turned around and left, and said disdainfully: "I don't cultivate immortals, what's the use of a sword?"

Feng Guiyu said: "The flow of waste, a waste of lips and tongues." ”

His steps paused slightly, and he said, "Do you want to compare?"

Feng Guiyu smiled: "Yes." ”

"Isn't it boring to be so easy?"

Feng Guiyu Chengzhu was in his chest, and said: "There are requirements, although they say." ”

Yan turned around, said thunderously, and said: "Loser, three steps and one bow, nine steps and one knock, come to the door to apologize!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar.

Feng Guiyu rode the tiger hard, and said: "Why don't you dare!"

He faced the five elders, bowed and saluted, and said, "Please ask the five elders to testify." ”

Chi Lao hesitated and said: "This ......" is also a doorman, and it is not good to be stiff after all.

Tu Lao is the master of the wind and feathers, and said: "The sect is infighting, there is nothing to do, and you are invited." ”

Towering Wanjian Peak, Tianjiao competes with people.

Chi Lao said: "The peak is ten thousand feet high, three thousand people, six thousand for the earth, nine thousand for the sky, I don't know where I can go this time!"

Tu Lao said: "On the earth sword, there should be a candidate." ”

The children of the Sword Sect climbed to the top of the peak together, wanting to compete for the big position.

The whole sect moved, but he was calm, Qingyi hurriedly said: "If you don't hurry up, you will lose." ”

Yan said: "The decision of the summit is not the work of time, wait for it." ”

Sitting on the chair, the old god is there, tasting the fragrant tea, without any urgency, the old man secretly surprised, and said: "Danger is not afraid, change is not surprised." ”

Tu Lao said: "How long can it be delayed?"

Thousands of peaks are raised at the same time, hundreds of boats compete for the stream, the sword is swinging, and the song is flowing.

The wind returns to the feather body as light as a swallow, stepping on a slight bucket, soaring, and has a great tendency to override.

Lu Lao said: "Such a unicorn, Brother Tu is capable." ”

Yuan Lao said: "With such talent, the earth sword is promising." ”

Tu Lao said: "Yu'er's ambition is more than that. ”

After drinking tea, he got up, strode up, raised the eyes of the sect, gathered one person, and said: "Since you inherit your body, you should return your wishes." ”

One step at a time, climbing the rock with bare hands, everyone recalled, this body is not an immortal, how difficult is it to the top of the stool.

The mockers all said: "The mayfly shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient." ”

The battle for the apex is very fierce, and there are several people in Tianjiao, which are comparable.

At the bottom of the foot of the mountain, the left hand grasps the rock, and the right foot kicks the wall, although it is not fast, but it is also stable.

The mocker said again: "Slow as a snail, when will it reach the top?"

Time flies, the sun is three poles, and the proud generation has reached three thousand, and it will break the pass.

The praisers all said: "Riding the wind and resisting the dragon, the peerless Tianjiao." ”

Feng Guiyu took the lead, the first to break the pass, suddenly looked back, hidden at the foot of the mountain, there was a figure, climbing the wall with bare hands, slowly entering, should be mocking, but the heart is different.

The wind is strong and whirlpooling, it is difficult to walk in a hurry, people close the threshold, block too half, and draw their swords down the mountain.

The sun is setting, the lights are dim, and there are several people in the sky, borrowing the moon.

The more difficult it is, the harder it gets, the more it is flesh and body, how can it be a fairy mountain?

The mocker said: "People are unconscious, and it is useless to struggle." ”

After 5,000 years, it is difficult to be arrogant, and the pace is slow, but at the foot of the mountain, the mortal people are always resolute, sweating, and still do not give up.

Chi Lao said: "To be able to come here, the mind is very good. ”

Qing Lao also said: "If you can cultivate immortals, you should be a pillar." ”

The rest did not speak, but they also admired.

At the end of the earth, Tianjiao stopped, one step away, the separation of heaven and earth, the remaining seven people, one person ventured, ten thousand swords pierced the heart, flesh and blood blurred, fell down the cliff, Chi Lao shot, with clouds to support it.

Qing Lao said: "One step apart is as difficult as climbing to the sky." ”

The words did not fall, but when he saw the wind returning to the feather and set off, he stepped in, impacting the enchantment, the sword qi was endless, competing to assassinate, awe-inspiring and fearless, and said: "Eight thousand miles of sword, soaring wind in the sky!"

After the extreme, stand safely.

"Heavenly Sword!"

The noise is not stopped, and the boiling sound is like a tide.

The astonishment continued, and then I heard the clear poems.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, between the vast heaven and earth, the long wind is 80,000 miles, and only one hand can cover the sky.

Shen Yu Tianshu - Gu Changfeng.

Chi Lao said: "Heavenly swords are rare, today it is a pair, the sect is very lucky!"

The sword did not fight to take half a step, stepped back, pulled out the sword of the hanging wall, and floated down the mountain. said that the three attempts were fruitless, and he also drew his sword and went down the mountain.

The Absolute Dust Fairy, looking back, had hatred, hatred, and other intentions, and then resolutely stepped forward, impacting and blocking.

"The three-person Heavenly Sword is unprecedented!"

Advance or retreat, each has a place to return, standing upright, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

The wind returns to seven thousand zhang, a sword roars, and the sky comes out, and the natural choice is the heavenly sword hurricane.

The ancient long wind to 6,800 zhang, the storm mediated, gathered into a hole, a sword in the hole, is the heavenly sword hammer.

The mind is up to 7,300 zhang, the mist rises, the red light fills the sky, the fireworks burn the clouds, and the sword is red.

Ten thousand blades of the blade, only two remaining, the idle cloud prodigal son - the sword without a trace, a piece of Dan heart - Zhengtiangang.

Climbing for a long time, the hands and feet are broken, the blood-stained cliffs, the firm people, the unyielding eyes, and there is no trace of retreat between the eyebrows.

Whether it is ridicule or sarcasm, maybe at this moment, it will quietly melt.

The pain lingers in the heart, the mind is serene, the grass between the cliffs quietly grows light, hazy vitality, moisturizes the five organs, and also replenishes and breaks.

Mortals have thin bodies, climb the immortal peak, and the lives of ants also compete with the sky.

After the hustle and bustle, it doesn't matter if you're dead silent, silently watching, waiting for the result, or winning or losing.

Three days later, the death reached 3,000 zhang, the pressure doubled, resolutely moved forward, 4,000 zhang, the wind was like a blade, there was no retreat, 5,000 zhang, leaving only surprise, and thick disbelief.

Six thousand zhang, Tianjiao is just like this, the moment of leveling, the Tiangang is also moving, the grace of a meal, never forget.

The blade beats the sword, sweeping in all directions, the scars are all over the body, the body is incomplete, if it is not for the hard support of the grass, it would have become a broken corpse.

Despite the effort, despite the difficulties, we still move forward.

Silent weeping, is it moving, compassion, or ......

Feng Guiyu sighed silently and said, "I'm defeated." "Proud as he is, sincerely respectful.

Seven thousand five hundred zhang, the mighty sky, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, in the white light, the ancient famous sword, the heaven and the earth are correct, and the world suddenly appears, Zhengtiangang holds the sword and silently withdraws.

Ten Thousand Blades Divine Peak, only one person remains.