Qi Jingchun's huge statue of the law, white and ethereal, sat solemnly on the northernmost territory of Dongbao Aquarius.

The sea of clouds rolled and surged, slowly pressing down, and kept approaching Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun looked up and smiled freely.

Above the sea of clouds, a majestic voice sounded: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know that heaven is selfless! As a protégé of Confucianism, you are born with compassion for Lizhu Cave, and it is understandable. ”

Accompanied by the words of this heavenly immortal, it seemed that bursts of thunder quickly rolled away in the sea of clouds, and those fleeting lightning and thunder continued to seep out from the bottom of the clouds.

Say what you say.

Another immortal sneered: "What nonsense to talk about with this nerd! If you want to do a feat that stands up to the sky, you have to ask my fist if you agree or not!"

At the same time, the sea of clouds was fished down by a huge golden palm, and after the thick clouds and mist were removed, a hole was revealed, and a pillar of light fell in front of Qi Jingchun's Faxiang.

The Buddha sang in the west, and said compassionately: "Lord Qi Shi, meditate with one thought, and suddenly surpass the Buddha land." ”

Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "After the battle of slaying the dragon, the town was able to enjoy three thousand years of atmospheric luck, and the descendants of future generations have produced many talents, which is nothing more than a means for Yin to eat grain, but since it is a rule set by the four saints, the first group of monks who chose to take root in the Lizhu Cave Heaven have no objections, and I, Qi Jingchun, are naturally not qualified to point fingers in this matter." If the Dao wants to suppress this heaven and earth today, it is just to replace it with me, Qi Jingchun, to bear this catastrophe for the people of the town, the way of heaven and the rules have not fallen into the void, why do you stop it?"

The immortal who stretched out his hand to stir up a big hole in the sea of clouds laughed wantonly, "Haha, surnamed Qi, do you really not know the reason, or are you pretending to be crazy and stupid?"

Qi Jingchun didn't know when he had stretched out a hand, turned the bead containing a small hole in the sky, turned his palm into a fist, and held it in the palm of his hand.

Thinking about it, in the palm of my hand, in the cave sky, above the town, there is already a mysterious scene where day suddenly turns into night.

At this time, the snow-white palm that protected the Lizhu Cave Sky seemed to have suffered an invisible attack from all directions, making a loud noise, and the back of the hand continued to sputter and bloom white arcs, and there were constantly "snowflakes" that seemed to be as small as flying feathers but were actually as big as mountain peaks, falling off the back of Qi Jingchun's hand and falling into the world, but before they landed, they had disappeared.

The immortal on the clouds sitting high near the hole in the sea of clouds sneered loudly: "Little Confucian scholar, rebel against the avenue, don't measure yourself!

If you look up from the extreme distance of Dongbao Aquarius, and can break through the concealment circle created by the immortals, then you can vaguely see an incomparably spectacular scene, breaking through the grand hole in the sea of clouds, first revealing a black spot, straight down, then a sword tip, and finally revealing the whole picture, it is a "pocket" flying sword that is the length of Qi Jingchun's fingers.

The first one had just appeared, the second one followed and fell from elsewhere, and the third and fourth swords descended from the sea of clouds from the sky in turn, totaling twelve flying swords.

A line is lined up, hovering high in the air.

Like an iron cavalry array, someone is tightening the reins, and just waiting for an order, they can charge and chisel the formation.

Above the sea of clouds, a golden giant sat cross-legged at will, with huge golden eyes, his fists propped on his knees, and his right fist slowly pulled out an index finger and flicked his fingers.

A flying sword was the first to shoot at Qi Jingchun's fist and the arm that was clenched.

The speed of the flying sword falling was as fast as lightning, and on the trajectory, a continuous cloud tail was pulled.

The flying sword instantly pierced Qi Jingchun's arm, and when it was only a stone's throw away from the ground, it suddenly stopped.

Above the sea of clouds, the index finger of the golden giant's right fist rotated slightly, and the flying sword drew an arc and returned to the air, and at the same time, with a flick of the left hand, a flying sword that was originally hanging in the air fell with a bang, piercing Qi Jingchun's arm again.

The two fingers rise and fall on each other.

Twelve flying swords fell straight down and arced back.

Ups and downs, and so on.

Qi Jingchun's arm became scarred after being shot intensively by the flying sword, and countless black holes appeared, which was particularly shocking compared to the majestic law appearance that was originally white.

Qi Jingchun looked at this calmly, seeing that there was another wave of flying sword piercing, and a new round of rushing and killing was launched.

It's really aggressive.

Qi Jingchun said four words lightly: "The spring breeze is proud." ”

A flying sword still stabbed straight into Qi Jingchun's arm, but this time it didn't wait for it to be nailed into the arm, like pine needles being blown by a gust of wind and fluttering crookedly, not only this flying sword, but then the eleven flying swords without exception, just returned in vain, surrounding Qi Jingchun's law phase, following a certain established trajectory and flying slowly, the sword body trembled, waiting for an opportunity to move, and hissed slightly.

Not only that, but the gusts of spring breeze that permeated the heavens and the earth held up the falling sea of clouds without showing a trace.

The golden giant bared his chest, with a wanton and presumptuous meaning, condescending, seeing that the twelve flying swords could not find any flaws, he was a little surprised, "Huh?"

Qi Jingchun didn't pay much attention to these flying sword attacks that were incomparably powerful to human cultivators, and he always stared at that clenched fist.

Someone in the world said that the bead of Lizhu Dongtian, which was suspended in the sky above Dongbao Aquarius, had been for 3,000 years, and it should have been in the hands of the next saint Ruan Qiong sixty years later, and the outer wall of the shelter bead would be completely shattered, like a piece of porcelain, the outer glaze would fall off and peel off. When the time comes, the Heavenly Dao will be crushed, and it will inevitably be like a bamboo, although no one will die on the spot, but everyone in the town will lose the afterlife, Qi Jingchun specially flipped through the Buddhist scriptures for this purpose, and even deduced a terrible consequence, the more than 6,000 people in the town were used to bear the mighty "substitute ghosts" of the heavens, and it was possible to fall into the hungry ghost road of the Western Buddha country for the rest of their lives, and they could not be transcended forever.

Ruan Qiong, a soldier monk and swordsmith, as the last saint in Lizhu Cave Heaven to sit in the Quartet, his duty at that time was not to protect the safety of the people in the town, but not to let anyone escape this heavenly punishment.

The golden giant's voice was like a drum, rumbling all over the sky, and he laughed: "Some people say that you Qi Jingchun is not simple, you have two natal words, in addition to the spring character, there is also a broken Jingzi character, come on, let this seat open its eyes!"

Every time the giant said a word, he slammed his fist on his knee once.

After three times, the sea of clouds surged violently like boiling water in a pot.

At the bottom of the sea of clouds, the breeze that was originally invisible to the naked eye also swayed, and the light was chaotic, alternating between light and dark.

The giant said: "You have a spring breeze, and there is a flying sword rain in this seat, I want to pour cold water on this guy!"

After the words, countless golden threads penetrated through the sea of clouds and penetrated the breeze.

If you use the giant's body as a contrast, those golden silk threads, like small embroidery needles of the length of a fingernail, are just dense, thousands, and after gathering, the momentum is so great and thrilling.

Qi Jingchun still stared at his fist, and did not change his color after hearing the sound, and said softly: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens." ”

I saw that the ground around the Dharma Phase, who was sitting precariously, burst out with raindrops, and every drop of raindrops seemed to be small and negligible, but in fact they were as big as pools of water.

Then these raindrops, which kept coming, slid into the sky with a bang, unusually.

The rain curtain hangs upside down.

It's just because of the poem that the Confucian sage Qi Jingchun silently recited.

The golden and splendid flying sword rain rain starts from the top to the bottom of the earth, from the bottom to the top.

Bang together!

There was a lot of weather overhead, but Qi Jingchun didn't see it, didn't listen, didn't say anything.

Around Qi Jingchun's fist, lightning dragons sprouted out of thin air and smashed on the back of his hand.

The lightning color is divided into three types, scarlet, purple, and snow white, which seem to be chaotic, but the three are distinct, not alternately entangled, and are intertwined into three large nets.

The fist of the law phase, debris splashed everywhere, flying feathers fluttering, and constantly decaying.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "The wind is calm. ”

Of the three colors of lightning, only the snow-white lightning stood still without warning, but the other two lightning bolts still followed the rules, which caused one scarlet lightning to slam into a snow-white lightning, and a blue lightning bolt tied up the scarlet lightning. The negligent but not leaky Skynet is magnificent, but it has become confusing and disorderly.

Above the sea of clouds, an old voice sounded leisurely, "There is a way to move!"

It's just that after a blink of an eye, the three lightning legal nets, which originally tended to be chaotic, regained the vast power of order in the chaos.

Hit the fist that hit Qi Jingchun's Dharma image again and again.

Qi Jingchun sighed slightly.

"It's almost time for a small fight, Qi Jingchun, dare to take this punch!"

A golden fist fell from the hole in the sea of clouds towards Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun's free right hand was raised high, palm upward, blocking the overwhelming punch.

Qi Jingchun's law suddenly fell a hundred feet, but the sea of clouds was also held up by a stirring wind.

It seems that the distance between heaven and earth has opened up two hundred zhang.

"Come again!"

The golden immortal fell with a fist, and every time the punch was thunderous, I am afraid that the Wuyue Xiongshan of any dynasty in the Dongbao Aquarius Continent would not be able to withstand his punch.

Qi Jingchun, who was dressed in snow-white, just raised his arms and raised them high.

First, a big hole was smashed out of the palm of the Fa Xiang, and then the entire palm of the hand was shattered, and then the arm was smashed by the golden fist one by one.

Qi Jingchun, who had suffered a great loss of law, was still indifferent, and all his attention was always on his left hand with a clenched fist.

From the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulder, covered with Taoist talismans of thunder and lightning, each word as big as a house.

The old man's voice continued to sound, "Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you want, you can follow the poor path to practice." ”

Qi Jingchun turned his head slightly, looking down at the arm full of holes, which was already covered with supreme prophecies written by the Taoist sage, so that he could do the way for heaven.

Qi Jingchun let out a breath lightly and said in a deep voice: "Quiet ......"

The old man's voice revealed a burst of anger, "Qi Jingchun, you are bold!"

With an angry shout, he forcibly overshadowed Qi Jingchun's two words after "Qingjing".

There are two fingers together in the sky to make a sword, and it is easy to break through the sea of clouds and slash down!

It was the arm that directly cut Qi Jingchun's fist off his shoulder!

In the distance, there was an imperceptible sigh, full of regret.

Confucian sages do not exceed the norms.

Qi Jingchun shouldn't have crossed the Taoist Thunder Pool.

After the finger sword successfully cut off Qi Jingchun's arm, it seemed that the master's anger was still there, and his two fingers quickly retracted back into the sea of clouds, and he did not stop there, but stabbed at a faster speed towards the hanging fist that was already a rootless wood and a sourceless water.

Qi Jingchun withdrew the arm of his right hand, which was only half cut above his head, quickly blocked the bead, hugged himself, and protected himself in front of him.

The immortal's two fingers moved forward, piercing Qi Jingchun's arm without any suspense, and the punch of the golden giant from the hole smashed firmly on Qi Jingchun's skull.

Qi Jingchun's Dharma appearance is crumbling.

Although the stump is broken, the sleeves are still fluttering, and he has the grace of a scholar, but the more so, the more miserable it becomes.

was punched in the head again, and Qi Jingchun's law continued to sink.

One punch after another, as if he didn't stop until he smashed the scholar deep into the ground.

The dilapidated Faxiang, the fist in front of him, the bead, the Lizhu Cave Heaven, the people who would call him "Mr. Qi" when they met.

The lips of this Dharma Minister moved slightly, and he read silently, "The stars rotate, the sun and the moon pass together, the four eras are royal, the yin and yang are magnified, the wind and rain are blessed, and all things have their own harmony to live, and each has its own nourishment to become ......"

Small cave within the sky.

In the village school, not a single Mongolian child was present.

There is a man in a green shirt who sits alone, not only his temples are frost white, but his hair is also snow-white.

The seven knots of the scholar bleed, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

The soul was shattered, more completely than a piece of porcelain that had been thrown to the ground.

The reader was so happy that he closed his eyes and smiled, and passed away suddenly.

There is me in the world, Qi Jingchun.

The world is fast, and so am I.

This year, in this world, spring is very late, and summer is very late.