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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

In this snowstorm in Luzhou, Chen Jingzheng was being chased and killed by Senior Sister Luofu, who accepted the order of the head of the house, and the embroidered spring bend in Jiuhua Prefecture was the time when the spring flowers were blooming. The river basin, which had been calm since Chen Jing left, suddenly transmitted a unique rhythm from the upstream. This rhythm directly vibrates the soul of the talisman, although the statue of the embroidered spring bend has no consciousness, but the body is still enjoying the incense in this embroidered spring bend, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, and absorbing the spiritual power of the river region to refine the idol. But it is where Chen Jing's body is located, and there is a talisman in his soul, which transmits the sense to Chen Jing who is thousands of miles away.

At night, the big red shrimp came to the river temple and said loudly: "The river god, the dragon lord has ordered." ”

The river god was motionless, and there was no echo, like a dead thing. In the heart of the big red shrimp, since a year ago, Chen Jing has never appeared again, and has not said a word again.

This big red shrimp is very urgent, the Jinghe Dragon King has to go, if you don't go, you will be stripped of the god position, and then your soul will be scattered. But he had no choice but to turn around and shout in the river temple every day.

The source of the Jing River is Kunlun Mountain, and the palace of the Dragon King of Jing River is also in the river basin at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

This water source is not just a collection of mountains and rivers on the surface of the surface to form the Jing River, but a spiritual spring gushing from the ground, with a strong aura of Kunlun Mountain. For thousands of years, this aura has turned countless creatures into demons, but what really stood out was only an ordinary snake, which finally turned into a Jiao and was won the position of the Dragon King of Jinghe.

But he has always had a wish in his heart, that is, one day he can occupy the Kunlun spiritual vein, he believes that as long as he occupies the spiritual vein, he can use the power of the spiritual vein to turn Jiaojiao into a dragon, and from then on soar the clouds for nine days, travel in the void, raise clouds and rain, and become the only dragon king in the world today. That's why a hundred years ago, the water of the Xingjing River flooded the Kunlun Mountains, trying to drive away the Kunlun faction entrenched in the mountains, but when he fought with the Kunlun faction, he lost. In the past hundred years, I have devoted myself to cultivation, although my mana has not increased much, but the application of mana has broken through to a new level.

The deepest part of the Jing River is naturally where the Dragon King of the Jing River is located, and he is sitting on a golden seat in a small palace. Ever since he had seen the layers of Dao halls in Kunlun, he no longer wanted to build his own cave mansion, and felt that no matter how gorgeous it was, it was like a child's thing in front of the Kunlun group of halls.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, he would also think about what kind of person could build such a Dao hall, built according to the mountain, connected to the earth's veins, and the formation of light could lead Zhou Tian's spiritual energy to gather. And the Jing River is nothing more than a collection of spiritual energy overflowing from the Kunlun Mountains. I always wonder what happened more than a thousand years ago, so that the heavenly court that can rule the immortals in the world disappears.

This is just an occasional thought, he spends more time cultivating his mind, although he has not increased his mana for a hundred years, but his Taoism can grow, and now he has the confidence to defeat him for a hundred years, although the mana is the same.

"The catastrophe cannot be crossed, then I will lead a human catastrophe, take the opportunity to break through the Jiao body, take off the Jiao body, and prove the dragon king's divine position."

The human body conjured up by the Dragon King of the Jinghe River, sitting on the throne of the golden **, but his right hand patted a short pillar next to the seat with a slow and heavy gesture, and the ripples spread out from the jade white short pillar, and spread far along the Jing River.

The heavens and the earth are still calm, but the Jing River is shaking.

Chen Jing naturally also felt the recruitment information of the Jinghe Jiaolong King, and since he left the Xiuchun Bend Statue, he slowly realized that he was not separated independently. It's just that the separation of minds is enshrined in the sword butterfly, and the real fundamental soul is still in the idol. If the statue is destroyed, the Yin God placed in the sword butterfly will also become a rootless foundation, and it will definitely be destroyed with the wind.

Chen Jing sensed in his heart that the Dragon King of Jinghe was leaving Luofu in Luzhou when he was summoned. And now they are rushing back, but there is the senior sister of the Luofu Sword Sect who is closely chasing after him.

On the top of the mountain under the glow of the sun, Chen Jing stood quietly, while on the top of the opposite mountain stood Lichen. In the glow, Lichen raised his head and drank wine, looking at Chen Jing.

Chen Jingyuan said to Lichen: "Let's talk." ”

"Okay." Lichen replied cheerfully, but his voice was cold.

Chen Jing smiled and said: "You have also seen that I didn't get your Luofu's "Sacrificial Sword Heart Sutra" at all, and if I did, my sword gang would not be so scattered." ”

"I know." Lichen said as she took another sip of wine, and the wind blew her hair high behind her.

"Then why are you chasing me?" Chen Jing said.

Lichen raised his head and took a sip of wine, but did not speak.

Chen Jing didn't dare to relax at all, and said, "You've been chasing me for more than half a month, why don't we all take a break." ”

"Okay." Lichen replied immediately.

Chen Jing sighed and said, "You don't have credibility, and you can't talk about words." ”

Lichen raised his head and took another sip of wine, looked at Chen Jing with his eyes, and did not speak.

"Well, otherwise, when I find my senior sister, I will bring the "Sacrificial Sword Heart Sutra" borrowed from your Luofu from her, and return it to you, so that you can take it back, so that you will not be punished by your master."

"Okay." Lichen still replied quickly.

"That's good, that's good, can you let me go." Chen Jing asked suddenly.

A sarcastic light flashed in Lichen's eyes, and the sword blade between his fingers slashed in the void, and the person had disappeared. Chen Jing suddenly turned into a sword light and shot towards the sky, and behind him, a sword light flashed and chased after him.

Chen Jing didn't know how many times he had fought with Lichen in the past half a month, but every time he was at a disadvantage, he had to keep fleeing. After all, she is the eldest disciple of the Luofu Sword Sect, whether it is the sword sacrifice method or the cultivation method, she is much more clever than Chen Jing, if it weren't for Chen Jing, who has been in Qin Guangcheng for three hundred years and condensed into a sword gang, now the sword is just a condensation, and he has no authentic sword sacrifice method, whether it is the sword body Shenggang, or the transformation is successful after the line of life and death, and even if it is successful, it is much worse than the authentic Luofu descendant of Lichen.

A full moon, a sword light, a rippling void stirred by the sword light.

Chen Jing conjured up his human body, and a loose sword light in his hand looked particularly ethereal in the moonlight, like a wisp of clouds that Chen Jing plucked from the sky. And Li Chen was holding a wine gourd in one hand, and there was a touch of ice-like sword light between the index finger and middle finger of the other hand, and Chen Jing and Chen Jing were floating under the moonlight and starry sky.

Instant swordsmanship, sword technique, mentality, the two are entangled together, and they can't tell the difference at all, just like two butterflies flying in the night sky. There were demons who raised their heads in the mountains below and swallowed spiritual energy, and they suddenly hid in their caves in fright, looking at the murderous aura that swept through the sky in horror.

"What's that?" A little bird asked another bird that lived in the same valley.

"It seems like two people."

"Nonsense, of course it's two people, it's still two birds."

"I can't say for sure, maybe it's our predecessors in the bird world." The other bird said.

Chen Jing didn't know if Lichen had tried his best, but he knew that he had done his best, whether it was instant swordsmanship, mental strength, or sword skills, he was doing his best. The only thing that didn't work out was the butterfly's natal powers.

Instead, Lichen didn't use any other spells except swordsmanship. But Chen Jing felt that the pressure was getting greater, and the other party's swordsmanship unfolded like the wind and snow in Luzhou, endless and pervasive.

Even so, Chen Jing still relied on his swordsmanship to fight Lichen, and he didn't think about using the butterfly's natal illusion in the past. He didn't want to use it until he had no choice, if his life was really in danger, it would be the only way to escape, and another point was that Chen Jing was not sure if this illusion could be used to get away from the dust, and a person with a firm mind like her was extremely difficult to be fascinated. Luo Fu is also a great faction with a thousand-year-old inheritance, maybe she has practiced some kind of swordsmanship that specializes in breaking illusions.

Time passed day by day, Chen Jing turned into a butterfly in the void and flew desperately, and the butterfly's body was slashed by a small handleless blade, the sword did not leave the top and bottom, left and right, smart and cold, the void seemed to be condensed everywhere, and the butterfly under the sword fluttered and flew, as if in a storm, it could be destroyed at any time.

All the way towards Jiuhuazhou, Chen Jing, who was under the remote light sword net, had a feeling of being in the middle of a snowstorm, no matter where he looked at it, it was a little snowflake falling, he knew that it was not a snowflake, it was the tip of the sword, and if he touched it, he would die.

Since Chen Jing practiced, he had already been cold, but now he was cold, as if he himself was a butterfly struggling in the winter snow. The heavier the chill became, the chill seemed to form a layer of frost around him, freezing the space. Chen Jing slowly felt a heavy feeling, almost feeling that the butterfly wings had formed a layer of frost.

Chen Jing knew that his mana was just the spiritual power in the sword, and the other party's mana was much higher, and the corresponding sword technique was much more powerful. Where the dusty remote light sword passed, there was already wind and snow. As soon as the sword light flashed in the void, a piece of wind and snow fluttered, and the butterflies in it quickly flashed away.

Chen Jing is not entangled because his mana is invincible, and if he is entangled, he will definitely fall into the endless sword intent from the dust. Flashed away, a cold sword light in front of him was avoided, crossed the void, the sword light appeared, the sword was already coming, in the eyes of the Lost Sky Butterfly, this sword was shuttled in the void, and the aura was cut open like an invisible wave to both sides. Chen Jing struggled to avoid the side, the sword butterfly's wings slashed, and the cold sword intent shrouded the butterfly.

The butterfly dodged, flashed away, and suddenly a sword light broke through the air on the left, silently, and the butterfly flew up and narrowly avoided it.

A sword light, a piece of wind and snow, and a butterfly flew away.

"This Lichen has been sacrificing swords in the wind and snow in North Luzhou for many years, and there is already a wind and snow sword intent in the sword trick." Chen Jing thought to himself.