Chapter 141 Sword Immortal

Stepping on auspicious clouds to resist thousands of miles of wind, mountains and landslides crack at every turn, rivers are dry, and huge waves rise in the boundless sea. Chilian can swing the fine iron long sword between blows, spit out thunder light from his mouth, and he can know the wind and grass thousands of miles away without opening his eyes. A sword flew from the sky, isolating the heavens and the earth, and cutting off the red dust.

It is said that the monk, the ability to seize heaven and earth, against the will of heaven and earth, siphoning the essence of heaven and earth.

It is said that monks have an unwilling heart, an unyielding heart, and a fearless heart.

It is said that the monk can reach the nine heavens and the clouds, and the bottom can explore the nine secluded mansions.

Change the reincarnation, dominate the common people, act against the sky, and be immortal for eternity......

A majestic picture scroll unfolded and unfolded in Chen Baichuan's consciousness. Immortality and self-interest are simply mythical stories.

He opened God's horizons, had a bird's-eye view of all beings, and overwhelmed him with the successive stories, and also revealed the most authentic things of this picture scroll to him.

The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is crowded, all for profit.

Even the monks who belong to the immortal characters in Chen Baichuan's heart, although they have the heart of practicing the Dao, they still can't get rid of the same ** as ordinary people.

A few magic weapons can make the same disciples and brothers meet each other with swords and axes; The temptation of cultivation for a great rise made the Buddha also fall into the devil's path; In the banner of a thousand souls, the souls of countless mortal monks were restrained.

Regardless of the good and evil camps, not to mention the difference between demons and demons, their ultimate goals can be boiled down to two, invincible in the world, and live with heaven and earth.

Chen Baichuan's vision slowly narrowed to a stubborn boy named Wang Xiaoxian, who was practicing swords.

"Wang Xiaoxian, I'm afraid that your sword can't even cut off a finger of the monk."

"The weapons of mortals, the monk's eyes are broken when he glares at him."

"Don't talk about it, Xiaoxian's parents are ...... by dogs Isn't it normal for the monk to want revenge when he is killed, like you all day long knowing about bullying people. [txt full works download.]"

The protagonist in his field of vision, he seems to be immersed in his own world, his eyes are solemn and cold, and he swings one sword after another boringly.

I didn't see the neighbor's children's mouths, and I didn't see the little girl with long braids who defended herself with a red neck.

Ten years is just a finger in the eyes of the monks.

Wang Xiaoxian and his sword were alone in the heaven and earth, surrounded by dozens of men in green shirts stepping on flying swords.

He broke the common sense that mortals are invincible to monks, and with one person and one sword, he wiped out the sect that bullied and killed his parents back then. The monk's blood was also red, stained on his grey and black cloth, and rose bushes bloomed as well.

"Just an ordinary man, you viciously slaughter people all over the house, what kind of evil methods do you use? Recruit from the truth, and you will not be killed! Among the men in green shirts who stepped on the flying sword, the man with the most outstanding temperament said in a cold voice.

In front of him, Wang Xiaoxian was a little ant pinched to death. You will be benevolent and moral to the worms.

No one believes that the little mortal relies on his own strength.

"Means, a little heroic spirit, can slaughter thousands of miles of monks!"

Everyone smacks their tongues, how will you behave when the little ants declare war on you?

Wang Xiaoxian's stiff answer set off the arrogance in the bones of the monks. It seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.

"Make a big fuss, I fly the sword over, and your end will be the separation of the corpse!"

From the storage bag on the monk's waist flew a long crimson sword, the body of which was like flame, surrounded by flames. The monk's body did not move at all, but the corners of his mouth raised a strange amplitude, this move, he used all his strength to kill Wang Xiaoxian.

The sword moves at will, and between the thunderbolts and thunderbolts, the red light crosses the air, and the extreme beauty contains murderous intent.

The key to flying swords is nothing more than fast, accurate, and ruthless. The monk's sword, when it comes to the word fast and accurate, is commendable, and the sword is not sharp enough. It's just that in his heart, he affirmed that Wang Xiaoxian was just an ordinary man, and he couldn't avoid his full sword.

The sword aura is like a rainbow, and the sound of breaking the air is like thunder.

With such a powerful sword, just as the monk thought in his heart, Chen Baichuan, who was watching from the wall, was also concerned about Wang Xiaoxian's safety. How would he deal with this menacing sword?

Wang Xiaoxian's answer made everyone present stunned.

He raised his right arm lightly and waved the unpretentious long sword he held in his right arm. There was no sword attached to the sword body, no eye-catching momentum, he only waved lightly, and the arrogant fire sword in the air was neatly split in half from the middle of the sword body.

The monk, who was originally going to strike a fatal blow, watched his offensive end in thunder and rain, and said to himself in a daze: "Impossible, impossible, my sword, mortals can't stop it, how can mortals stop my sword." ”

There was a faint click, and the eyes of the men in green shirts looking at the monk who attacked Chen Baichuan were full of pity, and their hearts were broken.

Wang Xiaoxian shook his head on the spot, and left leisurely with the long sword on his back, this time, no one in front of him dared to stop him.

It wasn't until he walked far away that he remembered something.

"Mortal, I'm no longer there. I can fly with Edgeworth, too. ”

With the cultivator's hearing far superior to that of ordinary people, his words fell into the ears of the monks as they were, and they watched Wang Xiaoxian soar in the clouds of the nine heavens one by one, silent for a long time.

Ten years of soaring ascension, Wang Xiaoxian's existence has become a wonder.

He doesn't need a panacea, he doesn't need to guard the stone wall to realize the avenue, everything falls into place, sometimes he inadvertently swings a sword, heaven and earth are enlightened, and the realm grows like eating and sleeping.

In this world, there is no opponent for him.

Even if he can withstand a sword enemy, there is not much left.

It's better to soar.

Wang Xiaoxian returned to the ancient city where he lived as a child, and the house left by his parents was not damaged unexpectedly, except for the overwhelming dust, it was not much different from his memory.

He glanced at the girl who would blush for herself when she was a child, and now she is married and has a simple life.

In this way, there is nothing left to think about.

The sky is rolling like inky clouds, and large areas of dark clouds gather together, which has the feeling of crushing the earth. Countless people looked at this cloud-covered sky with mixed feelings.

There was thunder in the dark clouds, and the purple electric light was visible to the naked eye.

Wang Xiaoxian is Wang Xiaoxian, and he will not wait for the thunder tribulation to come to the world. I saw that he jumped and turned into a shocking long sword and plunged straight into the dark clouds.

Heaven seemed to have been offended by majesty, and the dark clouds covered with thunder rolled even harder. A purple thunder as thick as a waterfall, carrying the power of heaven and earth, slashed towards Wang Xiaoxian, who had turned into a long sword.

"It's the Nine Heavens Thunder!" In a cemetery deep in the mountains, a hand with only white bones cut through the dirt and stuck out his skull just in time to see this scene.

"Sword Immortal is in danger this time, the old man hasn't seen the Heavenly Dao angry for more than 9,000 years." There is a long-bearded turtle floating on the surface of the South China Sea.

"The power of the Sword Immortal, I'm afraid the Heavenly Dao can't afford to provoke it." The white-haired old man held the sunspot and looked at the confused chess board.

Wang Xiaoxian is another sword.

Thunder includes thunderclouds that disappear from the sky.

The white bones burrowed back into the grave, the old turtle shook his head and sank into the water, and the old man smiled, only feeling that the chess was decided.

"The future of the Sword Immortal is immeasurable."

The figure of the gray and black cloth clothes slowly melted into the sky.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. (To be continued.) )