Taihua Mountain in Middle Earth, Xiyue in the past, and now Zhongyue in a continent, for some reason there are many strange movements, and even Zhongyue Mountain Jun doesn't know what's going on.

He just suddenly discovered that Quan Zhong's martial arts true intentions and luck left in Taihua Mountain looked like he wanted to break through the sky.

In fact, he was just a person in the game, and he didn't know that his Zhongyue movement was far beyond his imagination.

Today, Liu Xiaobei has nothing to do, so he took Tong Ling to practice swords in Tonggu Pass, the other side of the river is the Fengling Ferry, Tong Ling is standing on the river, and was suppressed by Liu Xiaobei with sword energy, so it is difficult to stand on the river steadily.

Originally, Liu Xiaobei was still joking, but as soon as Taihua Mountain moved, she immediately stood up and looked at Taihua with a smile.

He muttered, "Silly boy, this is left to you by Quan Zhong, why not? This is also left to you by Zhao Yang, take it!"

Tong Ling came ashore in an instant, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Xiaobei smiled and said, "Probably because Liu Jingxun's Ji Wenjing had to break through the realm and open the gate of heaven, and then, Ji Wenjing almost stoned Liu Jingxun to death with a hammer."

Tong Ling's face turned pale, "Can he really get to this place?"

Liu Xiaobei shook his head and said truthfully, "The last time I went to Qingxing Mountain, he asked me for a secret method, burning Shouyuan for a short period of time in exchange for cultivation. With this movement, he at least burned thousands of years of longevity."

This Ji Wenjing is worthy of being one of the most amazing three people in the past 8,000 years, less than 400 years old, but he opened the gate of heaven with two souls, if such a person was placed 8,000 years ago, it would be a sure thing to be in the Sky Realm.

Tong Ling asked, "Liu Jingxun...... Want to lose?"

Liu Xiaobei shook his head and said, "Look what he thinks."

A battle that lasted less than two hours completely destroyed the northern wall of Xuanyuan City.

At this time, it is slowly raining in the sky, it is autumn rain.

The true intent of the martial arts of Taihua Mountain in Middle-earth was almost condensed into substance, but it was still hanging in the sky above Middle-earth, but anyone who had a little bit of cultivation in his body could see the terrifying whirlwind.

Everyone present could see that the true meaning was almost coming in a hurry, as long as he Liu Jingxuan nodded, it was really hard to say what the outcome of this fight would be.

In the eight thousand years of Jiuzhou, there are only two true martial arts realms, the former is a human boat, and the latter is enshrined by the former chief of the Jingyang Dynasty.

As long as Liu Jingxun accepts this true meaning, he will inevitably gather three flowers.

On the ferry, Yuan Paner couldn't help scolding, she rarely swore words: "Liu Jingxuan, you fucking forgot what you told me? Would it be different if it were you?"

Jing Huan shook his head and said, "It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he has been knocked unconscious, so it depends on his fist intent, can he nod instead of him."

Ji Wenjing's expression was indifferent, he kicked the canoe away, grabbed Liu Jingxuan's belt, and went to the city step by step.

After walking a few steps, Ji Wenjing said coldly: "Whoever dares to stand up for him today, Ji will regard it as whoever wants to start a war with Xuanyuan City. As long as you stand up, no matter who it is, I will kill them, and the Taoist priest of Yujingtian is no exception."

I'm going to kill him today, it's a big deal to be a bad guy, retrieve the soul of the East China Sea, break through the twelfth floor, and kill out of Jiuzhou.

He looked down at the young man in his hand who only had qi out but no qi in, and said coldly, "My four hundred years of hard cultivation can be compared to your loss of a thousand years of life? It's so beautiful!"

In Xuanyuan City, Ji Qin scolded constantly, but he just couldn't break through the big array, so he could only be in a hurry.

Longqiu Baiyu hurriedly turned around and said anxiously, "Family master, you ......."

Long Qiu Han shook his head and said, "Don't worry."

Sure enough, as soon as Long Qiuhan's voice fell, a sword light had already arrived behind Ji Wenjing.

Cao Feng smiled and said, "The people of Qingxing Mountain are here, kill my mountain master, must you kill us first?"

Ji Wenjing turned his head and grinned, "Okay! Then kill the gatekeepers, and then kill the Jianghu people, and you, the first lord of the Cao Kingdom?"

Zuo Chunshu drew his sword out of the sheath and was already standing side by side with Zhang Wuwei and Cao Feng.

"I don't want to cut you for a day or two."

Huo Dog Nian came in an instant and scolded: "Dog thing, put people down for me!"

Someone laughed and said, "Do you think that so many of us came to see his joke?"

Du Shen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a deep voice, "Then I will entrust you again and command you to rush and kill outside the ruins?"

There were a lot of people, and they couldn't see their heads at a glance, and they all took out tokens and hung them on their waists.

Both are two, one engraved on the calm waves. The other is pitch black.

, Lao Tzu has tied his head to the waistband of his trousers for more than ten years, afraid that you will be scared by Ji Wenjing? What happened to the war with Xuanyuan City? Lao Tzu also started a war with the entire Eight Desolations! Am I peeing?

Do you have the ability not to return to the ruins, far away? ***！

The dignified head of the Ji family, for the first time in his life, really realized the four words, unjust and helpless.

It is the kid in his hand who has gained the way, and it is my Ji Wenjing who has lost the way.

Asked the palace master, Jing Huan, and the lord of Diehong Mountain, who didn't deal with Liu Jingxuan very much, and Pu Shen of Luwu Lake.

All in all, as long as the border people can come, they have all arrived today.

The ferry ship on Demon Island finally landed, and the seven family masters, the future family masters, and a group of young monks standing at the front.

Qin Fanxue put her hands on her sleeves and asked with a smile, "Let's let go, 100,000 people can defeat the Eight Desolation Demon Clan, and these 40,000 people can also take down your Ji family master."

Ji Wenjing's face finally became ugly, not because these people were not easy to deal with, but because, how could so many people be willing to help him? Look at the book

At this time, among the ruins, there was a sudden sound of drums.

He jerked his head down, and where was the sound of the drums, it was clearly the heartbeat of the half-dead guy in his hand.

Zhang Wuwei frowned, his face full of surprise: "This is ......"

Cao Feng grinned beside him, I've seen this meeting!

On the starling mountain, Gu Yijue also laughed.

These are the predecessors of the 100,000 mountains, the predecessors buried by Liu Jingxun himself!

Ji Wenjing turned his head slowly, he was the same, it was hard not to show a surprised look.

Because among the ruins, there are countless phantoms, and each phantom has a coercion comparable to opening the gate of heaven.

And Liu Jingxun in his hand, the sound of his heartbeat has not stopped.

Liu Jingxun's mind was in the darkness at this time, and he didn't know how long he had walked, and finally saw the bright stars.

When I got closer, Liu Jingxun, who loved to cry the most, came back.

Because there were two figures standing under the light, it was Zhao Yang and Fang Onion.

It's still the same as it was back then, there has been no change at all, and my dad is also the same as when he was young, with a straight waist.

Fang Cong said angrily: "People who are dozens of years old, what are you crying about?"

Zhao Yang quipped: "Our son loves to cry the most, he cries when he is wronged, he cries when he hurts, and he cries when he is tired. It wasn't until I returned from the army that I seemed to cry less easily."

But Fang Cong didn't look so kind, he just asked with a straight face, "Quan Zhong specially left it for you, why not?"

Liu Jingxuan hurriedly wiped his tears, shook his head and said, "No, I know that my mother left something for Jingyang that can shock the world, I ...... it."

Fang Cong scolded, "You lack heart? Can I keep this?"

Liu Jingxun didn't have time to speak, and he was kicked.

"Get out, kill Ji Wenjing for me, if you don't die, you will be ruined, and take my master away."

The generations are a bit confusing, but they can only be discussed separately.

Liu Jingxun smiled bitterly, "I really can't beat it, I can't even beat the peak of the Sanhe Dao, even if the three flowers gather at the top, it's useless."

thought that he would be scolded again, but Fang Cong's words suddenly became gentle.

"Jing Xun, don't fight for others, just fight for yourself, don't care if you win or lose, just punch and sword with your heart."

Not for someone else, for yourself?

While he was pondering, in the darkness of the world, the drums beat loudly, and the sun seemed to rise on the horizon to drive away the darkness.

Oh, yes! The sun shines on all things, but he is not necessarily born for all things, it may just be to drive away the darkness.

In a trance, Liu Jingxun was already on the top of Taihua Mountain.

He smiled at the true intent of the martial arts and asked, "I don't dislike you anymore, it's mine if you can hold it!"

Liu Jingxun clearly heard the sincere reply: "Then I don't dislike you anymore."

At this time, on the ruins, Ji Wenjing turned his head again, expressionless.

He muttered, "It's life or death, you shouldn't let others decide. If you can't wake up, let's die."

Cao Feng's four flying swords came out together, and he scolded: "Little thief, you dare!"

But Ji Wenjing's palm was already pressed on Liu Jingxun's head.

Long Qiu Han didn't move from beginning to end, and I don't know how many people had rushed over, but suddenly, they were stopped by some invisible existence.

Including Cao Feng's four flying swords.

When they came back to God, everyone had been moved hundreds of miles, and those phantoms had disappeared.

Ji Wenjing didn't pay attention to those movements, and his palm had already passed through Liu Jingxun's head.

But, just through it.

Ji Wenjing frowned, and the reptile in his hand had disappeared.

He was just about to turn back when a punch came from the left side, smashing firmly into his face, shattering the moat.

In the midst of the ruins, Liu Jingxun's white clothes were stained with blood, his body was bent, and his arms naturally drooped.

But at this time, Liu Jingxun's vicinity was like a furnace for dozens of miles, and the heat was unbearable.

The thunder and the flames fused perfectly, as if the sword intent was also mixed in, a hodgepodge, and it became a ...... that was not too clear True meaning, not like the true meaning of martial arts, not all true intentions of martial arts.

Ji Wenjing sighed, "I can't die yet, can I?"

But Liu Jingxun didn't answer, and he didn't even open his eyes.

Ji Wenjing picked up the short stick and took one step, the surrounding void was a little distorted, and in a flash, the short stick had already slashed at Liu Jingxun's head.

But at this time, the time seemed to be slowed down, and it was clear that the stick fell extremely fast, but it was still dodged by Liu Jingxun slowly and sideways.

It's not that time is slowing down, it's that he's getting faster.

Another stick was swung out, but the rickety young man in front of him made a mistake, approached Ji Wenjing with his shoulder, swung his arm and elbow, and with a loud bang, Ji Wenjing was like a broken kite, and was smashed out.

But Liu Jingxun didn't seem to be able to stand steadily, staggering forward, hundreds of miles in one step.

In just a few breaths, the two of them had already traveled from Xuanyuan City to the East China Sea.

The corners of Zuo Chunshu's mouth twitched, and he asked, "The real three flowers have gathered?"

Shen Baiyu smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's more than that, it should already be a half-step true martial art."

Longqiu Han patted Longqiu Baiyu and said softly, "Okay, I have to go to the East China Sea."

He can't die, he wins.

It's just that the borrowed cultivation realm is not obtained by his own cultivation, and this backlash after the fight is enough for him.

It is estimated that it will have to be raised for at least another two or three years.