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Jing Yue cares a lot about the Sedum Sword.

This is a weapon that Childe personally refined for him, and it represents Childe's expectations of him, so he doesn't want to disappoint Childe.

After getting the Sedum Sword, he carried the sword with him whether he was eating and drinking or going to the thatched house.

He practiced swords in the lake, and the red fruit was on his upper body, and he practiced the most primitive sword moves, stabbing the sword.

He wants to cultivate his own sword intent.

A sword can open the lake for hundreds of miles.

Of course, this is the ideal state.

At the beginning, he stabbed his sword in the lake, but because of the resistance of the water, the sword lost the strength to continue to rush forward after less than five meters, and completely dissipated.

He was not discouraged.

Practicing swords again and again.

Feel the change of the water flow, and feel the deep feeling of the Sedum Sword tearing the water flow.

He comprehended the true meaning of the sword through every subtle tremor of the water striking the blade.

The intention is born from the heart, and the sword is born from the heart.

As Childe said, the sword to the extreme, can open mountains, split lakes, and cut the sky......

He wants to give birth to his own sword intent and become the glory of a swordsman.

Under the city of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Jing Yue stepped out of the rain with a white shirt.

Sedum Sword, one into five.

Suddenly, it stabbed out.

The invisible misty sword qi tore apart, like a blue thunderbolt drawn from the gloomy sky.

It's like a ray of warm sunlight tearing through the paper film of the window and projecting it into the lifeless house, like dead wood in spring.

Rumble!

Flesh and blood flying.

Howling all over the field.

The five sword qi swept over, and the southern barbarians who kept shouting and killing were in this sword qi, and they all died tragically.

Beads of sweat oozed from Jing Yue's forehead.

He grasped the high-speed spinning Sedum Sword.

Throwing a sword flower, the tip of the sword hit the ground, blasting the ground into a deep pit.

Tang Yimo, who was trapped by bone spurs, shrank his pupils and breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Yujing's people have come to support!

With the support of the world's number one cultivation force, then his pressure will be much less.

The brute has become too eccentric, and all kinds of methods have emerged.

He had never seen the strange method of making the earth grow thorns.

Jing Yue sat in a white robe, did not flinch, he was no longer the Jing Ran ran away before, he was now determined to be a swordsman.

Indomitable, a swordsman who kills millions of troops with one sword!

Under the city gate of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The robe flies.

Xie Yunling slowly walked out of the city.

Behind him, the Dao Pavilion disciples followed, and one by one the Dao Pavilion disciples came out of Tiandang Mountain and followed behind Xie Yunling.

Look at the corpses all over the ground, look at the blood everywhere.

Many of the disciples of the Dao Pavilion who had never seen the killing turned their faces a little ugly.

However, more of it is still fiery and resentful.

The barbarian enemy invaded, and as a Great Zhou person, he could not retreat or escape.

Although they are not court people.

However, the Great Zhou is their world.

"Where are the Dao Pavilion disciples?"

Xie Yunling said lightly.

The sound was shocking, and it spread throughout the battlefield.

"In!"

A Dao Pavilion disciple wearing a Taoist robe, endured the discomfort of blood all over the ground, drank and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Xie Yunling's robe flew without wind and sat on the ground.

He pinched the seal with both hands, and spiritual energy flowed out of his body, permeating the sky and the earth, as if blending with the rain.

Distance.

The black-robed people under the protection of the barbarians noticed these Daoists wearing Dao robes.

They raised the withered wooden staff in their hands.

Slammed it to the ground.

Boom......

It is as if there are invisible fluctuations spreading from the earth, constantly spreading, constantly diffuse......

The earth seemed to turn into a blanket, shaking constantly.

Boom Boom!

One by one, the earth thorns lurked like earth dragons, drilling towards the many Dao people in the Dao Pavilion.

"Formation. ”

Xie Yunling glanced at the undulating earth and said.

The next moment, the ten fingers of both hands were crossed and stacked, turning into an imprint and launching it.

The Dao Pavilion disciples who were sitting in all directions stood up one after another, stepping on the star steps, releasing a wisp of Qi Dan.

With Xie Yunling as the center, a white luster appeared all around.

It was as if the rain had been frozen.

Turned into ice arrows and rained down from the sky, crucifying one barbarian after another, and blood filled the earth.

The soldiers of Nanjun were covered in blood and panting.

But they were no longer afraid.

One by one, they brandished their swords, let out a roar, and rushed over again.

Behind them is the homeland, and as soon as they retreat, the homeland will be trampled by the barbarians.

Even if they die, they will fight an enemy with their flesh and blood!

As long as one more barbarian dies, Nanjun will be safe.

The undulating earth thorns in the earth were like earth dragons shouting out, and the sharp thorns stabbed towards the disciples of the Dao Pavilion.

Stabbed towards Xie Yunling, who bore the brunt of the attack.

It is necessary to penetrate Xie Yunling's eyebrows and make him bleed.

But......

The mark in Xie Yunling's hand changed again.

The Tao becomes nature.

A wind blew and turned into a barrier of wind, blocking the disciples of the Dao Pavilion.

Knock knock!

The earth spike slammed into the wind barrier, exploding directly, unable to take a step further.

谢运灵身上道袍翻飞，斑白的两鬓飞扬。

He looked at the black-robed men.

You have your tricks, and I have my way.

It depends on who is strong!

There was the sound of small footsteps.

On the tower of the Southern Jin City, there were a series of green-shirted figures carrying sword boxes running out.

As they ran, these green-shirted people broke out one after another, and the sword box came out of the sword, like a silver light tearing through the night sky.

"Zhongnan Mountain Sword Pavilion, join the war!"

A hoarse voice rang out.

The sword saint Huadong Hualiu stood at the head of the city, and he carried two swords behind his back, one sword "Chaoju" and one sword "Bi Tao".

The swordsmen of the Sword Pavilion moved one after another.

Jing Yue held the Sedum Sword and looked back, his face revealing a complicated color.

There is relief, there is joy.

Although he doesn't have a strong sense of belonging to the Sword Pavilion.

However, at the moment...... He still felt happy.

Soil thorn cage.

Tang Yimo roared, the whole person was like a fire, his skin was flushed with prickly red, and his forehead and neck were covered with green tendons.

He was like a mad beast.

Clenched his fists, constantly bombarding the thorns.

Each blow shattered the thorns, and he didn't know how many punches he swung.

The flesh on his hands seemed to be starting to blur in the bombardment!

From time to time, there were soil thorns on the ground, wanting to assassinate Tang Yimo, but they were all violently shattered by Tang Yimo.

"Break it for me!"

Tang Yimo roared angrily.

He slammed his body into the spikes.

Pitch-black demonic energy continued to spread from his body.

Although with the help of Jingyue and Daoge Sword Pavilion, Tang Yimo was still very unwilling.

Tang Xiansheng let him take over the affairs of Nanjun, at the beginning, Tang Yimo just wanted his mother and sister Tang Guo to live a good and carefree life.

And now.

Gradually, he discovered......

His guardian is not only his mother and sister.

It was his little home.

However, there is still a person in the hearts of people who needs to be protected, and this family is Nanjun.

Tang Xiansheng ...... You bastard!"

The more Tang Yimo beat his eyes, the redder his eyes became, and he scolded.

The next moment.

Tang Yimo let out an angry roar from his mouth.

His hair stood on end, and it seemed that a wave of domineering qi had broken away the shackles in his body.

Boom!

The sound of the heart beating violently, like a plucked string, shook the entire battlefield.

Second Pulse...... Open.

Soil thorn cage.

The clothes on Tang Yimo's upper body exploded, burly muscles appeared, and every blood vessel on his body appeared on the surface of his body, fleeing like a snake.

Eight veins Dunjia, the second vein.

Tang Yimo's eyes became sharp, and at this moment, he felt as if he had the power to subvert the earth.

"Body?"

Jing Yue held the Sedum Sword and was shocked.

Xie Yunling and Sword Saint Hua Dongliu also looked over.

Soil thorn cage.

Tang Yimo's hair was fluttering upside down, and he raised his hand and stroked it on the earth thorn.

Clenched slightly.

Boom!

The thorns were directly shattered by him.

In the midst of the shattered earth, Tang Yimo's body suddenly ejected out, turning into a black shadow, which was almost difficult to catch with the naked eye!

"So fast!"

Jing Yue took a deep breath.

Xie Yunling and Sword Saint Hua Dongliu were also staring.

That's what it is...... Body Hidden Realm?!

But I saw that the wind and waves were rolling.

Tang Yimo's figure appeared beside those black-robed people.

The barbarians, who didn't know what death was, attacked madly.

In Tang Yimo's eyes, these people's movements became extremely slow.

He made a move, and his body flashed like black lightning in an instant.

The barbarians were shattered.

Tang Yimo jumped up like a cannonball.

He had trampled on the ground.

One by one, the black-robed people began to chant, and thorns grew.

However, the breeding earth thorns could not keep up with Tang Yimo's speed.

Tang Yimo approached a black-robed man and smashed his elbow on his head.

This black-robed man was fragile and shattered, more fragile than the barbarian warriors.

In an instant, the black-robed people were all killed by Tang Yimo.

Leaves behind corpses all over the ground.

The blood vessels on Tang Yimo's body are all floating, flowing hideously, and the depressing breath makes people's hearts palpitate.

All the black-robed men died.

But......

Tang Yimo didn't feel relaxed, but had an extremely depressed aura.

He looked up as if he had seen through the forest.

Deep in the jungle.

There was a burly figure with his back to the direction of Nanjun.

At this moment, he seemed to sense Tang Yimo's gaze and slowly looked back.

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

Bai Yujing's pavilion was still covered with a thick fog.

Lu Fan's white shirt fluttered, and he looked at the huge origin that was silent in the Beiluo Lake.

In the Origin, the five attribute energies are constantly circulating.

Lu Fan stretched out his hand and threw wisps of spiritual energy into the origin, making the attribute power in the origin stronger and stronger.

"Still a little ...... away"

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, looked at the origin, and took a sip of warm plum wine.

Fingers lightly tapped on Feng Ling's gauntlet.

The lines in his eyes jumped, and he saw the battles in various places, and his eyebrows were calm.

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, and how can you grow without fighting?

To create a world is not only the growth of the world, but also the growth of the people in the world.

And if you want to become stronger, you can only let them go through battles and tribulations.

Just like the overlord, under heavy pressure, he can step into the body.

is also like Tang Yimo, who understands that only by guarding in his heart can he open up the second vein.

Lu Fan did not wipe out all the invading wanderers, although he was able to do it, but ...... The world needs pressure and needs growth.

Lu Fan did not wait and see the battles in various places.

He gathered his mind.

Concentrate on the final transformation of the origin of the world.

Once the renovation is complete......

It is the time when this heaven and earth are transformed, and it is the time when the storm of spiritual energy revival sweeps the earth.

......

North County.

Outside the Tianhan Customs.

The snow was falling, but the snow was all soaked in blood.

The army of the northern county frantically rushed to kill outside the pass.

Wearing cold armor, holding a spear and rushing into the Rong enemy army, he kept killing the Rong people, the warm blood splashed on his face, he wiped it without any thought, and continued to kill the enemy.

The generals of the northern county also rushed to kill frantically, they had fought against the Rong soldiers for generations, and their loved ones had died at the hands of the Rong soldiers, so they would not back down.

They would rather laugh and drink the blood of Sijon!

The letter is closed.

Mo Beike was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, and Mo Ju was also draped in a crane, and the two looked at the army fighting below, with mixed emotions.

"This battle ...... I'm afraid that all the cultivators who have been cultivated by Beijun for three months will be buried. ”

"Is it worth it?"

Mo Ju said.

Mo Beike coughed, looked at the Tang Taixuan who was rushing in the battlefield, and smiled.

"There's nothing worth it or not, it's worth it, it's worth it. ”

"Actually, the old man was quite surprised, this person from Taixuan, since the war, has been deflated repeatedly, the battle of Beiluo, the battle of Wolongling, the battle of Dijing...... Almost all of them were defeated, but this person was never discouraged, but became more and more courageous, and the immortal fate was lost, but he did not lose all hopes. ”

"Originally, the old man chose Tangtai Xuan just to take a fancy to his Beijun army and the Lantai family behind him. ”

"But now...... The old man takes a fancy to this person. ”

Mobeike said slowly.

Heavy snow fell and drifted past Mo Ju's eyes.

Mo Ju stretched out his hand, and a snow petal fell into his hand, turning into ice crystals.

"Indeed...... This person does not have the bravery of the overlord, the scheming of Tang Xiansheng, and the mystery of Lu Ping'an, or even ...... It's a little silly, but ...... Very good. ”

Mo Ju smiled.

Mo Beike couldn't help laughing.

......

In the army of Sijon.

King Xirong stood on the chariot, looking at the battlefield rushing to kill Taixuan, frowning slightly.

"This person ...... Is it the Taishou of Beijun, Xuantai?"

"It's a man. ”

King Xirong's face was complicated, and he sighed with emotion.

In the past, he had worked so hard to resist the enemy, and he also took the lead and fought a bloody way with his body.

Pity......

In the northern county of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were no great cultivators.

"Go ahead. ”

King Sijon waved his hand slightly.

There were several numb and ruthless burly Xirong warriors, riding horses, galloping out at high speed, heading straight for the Taixuan.

The sound of horses' hooves exploded.

Blowing up the snow all over the ground.

The numb warriors of Xijon rushed to kill, and a strange power erupted from their bodies.

Taixuan, who was killing the enemy, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

But I saw a few strange Xijon warriors coming.

Beside Xuan, the cultivators of Beijun who had aura in their bodies rushed out.

Fight with these Sijon warriors.

The cultivator's weapons slashed at the bodies of these Xijon warriors, but the Xijon warriors didn't snort.

The weapon in his hand continued to be wielded.

Kill the cultivators of the North County.

The eyes of the Xuantai were about to split.

The surrounding cultivators were also shocked.

"Taishou go quickly!"

They found that the target of these strange soldiers was Xuan, so they let out a roar and rushed one after another, blocking in front of Xuan, covering Xuantaixuan's retreat.

Looking at a dead Beijun cultivator, Tai Xuan's heart was dripping blood.

The city is closed.

Mo Beike and Mo Ju frowned.

In the distance, an attendant came quickly and respectfully, took a letter and handed it to Mobeike.

After Mo Beike unfolded it, he glanced at it, and the ravines on his old face were stacked, and he couldn't help laughing.

Wind and snow blowing.

Tianhan closed the city gate and opened.

The sound of horses' hooves neighing.

A suit of silver armor shimmered in the light.

Jiang Li rode a steed, holding a silver spear in his hand, and swooped out.

Meanwhile.

Not Zhou Feng, Longmen Secret Realm.

Luo Cheng was dressed in armor and walked out with the white blue bird and Nie Shuang carrying the basket on their backs.

It has not yet reached the dragon's gate.

Then they could hear the sound of the flute.

Everyone was stunned, but they saw a girl with closed eyes sitting at the entrance of the dragon, holding a flute and playing.

Luo Cheng arched his hand towards the girl, while Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang looked at it curiously.

The maiden stopped playing the flute.

The long eyelashes flutter slightly.

"You have Abba's breath in you, go over...... I will not stop you. ”

The girl said.

She has a great voice.

Luo Cheng was very curious about who the girl's Abba was.

They have the scent of a maiden abba in them?

They came from the island in the heart of Beiluo Lake, could it be that the girl's abba was ......

Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang were simple-minded and didn't think too much.

Luo Cheng was extremely frightened after thinking about it......

He seems to ...... What big secret have you discovered?!

Luo Cheng took Nie Shuang and the white blue bird down Buzhou Peak.

Zhulong took the flute again, and in the empty dragon gate, the sound of the flute resounded and lingered.

Suddenly.

The flute stopped abruptly.

"They can pass, you ...... No way. ”

With his eyes closed, Zhu Long looked at the other end of the iron cable.

After being silent for a long time, he spoke calmly.