Ming Qitian held on to this thin withered arm, the old man's body was as light as paper, it was hard to imagine how he had just used this body to start a fierce fight with that strong dragon body.

Ming Qitian poured true qi into this body, stopping the passage of vitality.

Although the true qi borrowed by others is a little inconvenient, it can indeed be used in battle, but Yue Muzhou has no plans to do it now.

He took the heart-cutting glass in Ming Qitian's hand.

"Although Zen Master Zhaokong is well-known for his martial arts, before that, he was already a high monk in Buddhism." Yue Muzhou said slowly, Xianjun was repairing his body every second, but he didn't seem to care, "He first realized the realm of 'Buddha taking care of me' in Buddhism, and then thought of whether he could really get the Buddha's care if he used martial arts as a raft - of course he firmly believed that there really was a Buddha in the world."

"He was almost fanatically chasing this possibility, and perhaps at some point he did touch it occasionally, otherwise he couldn't explain why a skyscraper could be half insane."

"Throughout the ages, the world's swords are only half in Yunlang. If the threshold of the word 'sword talent' is stretched high enough, this is not an exaggeration - this realm that Zen Master Zhaokong has painstakingly pursued, you have already achieved the achievements of your predecessors in Yunlang Mountain. The old man's eloquent voice was like a thick river, very steady, "It's a pity that this senior is no longer - what did you Yunlang Mountain say?" ”

"Abandon the sword."

"Yes, this is a secret sword that he realized after abandoning the sword, don't say Zhaokong Zen Master, even if it is Yunlang Benshan, I am afraid this style of swordsmanship has not been recorded."

"Of course, this type of sword book cannot be recorded in books, it can only rely on 'seeing' and 'understanding'." The old man said, "I was taught this sword by the old man when I was nineteen, and I could barely use half of it until I was twenty-three. You are stronger than me, and if you teach Yu Ling today, it can be regarded as returning the sword to the mountain, it depends on when you learn it. ”

Yue Muzhou walked forward, his thin body was the same as the old trees around him: "This sword is not too strong, but it is extremely dangerous for those who use it." Remember, you can only use it once a year. ”

At this time, the Immortal Monarch had finally absorbed the last trace of dragon blood, and his broken body had been fully mended.

Yue Muzhou staggered over and said, "I hope what you said about the 'last sword' is true, little kitten." This sword may last two more, but I can only make one more. ”

"Of course." He said, "This sword is the sword that must be hit." ”

Xianjun didn't care what they were talking about, as soon as the injury was fully healed, his golden eyes locked on the pearl at the feet of the black cat.

Smoke and dust rose from under his claws, and the Immortal Monarch slammed into it fiercely in an instant.

The old man staggered to catch up.

Immortal Monarch Jin Tong was indifferent, both sides were not in their heyday now, but they just had one more fight.

He doesn't have the same wealth of emotions as human beings, neither victory nor defeat can affect him, and even if he has just been defeated by Yue Muzhou, he will not lose the slightest confidence in victory - or he doesn't care about faith at all, he doesn't have the heart to win or lose at all, he just always goes all out to achieve his goal.

The majestic momentum rose steeply from the old man.

He stood as straight as a pine, his right arm straight and pointing diagonally downward, and his sword held horizontally, the tip of which rested on his waist.

Some are like officials putting their hands on their waist knives, but they should be more upright and more solemn.

Xianjun suddenly felt a kind of gaze.

A gaze from the high and distant blues.

The "sense of fate" trembled sharply, and the old man walked towards him, and his fluttering black clothes seemed to have turned into an inescapable curtain.

He fell into this world and has been looking at everything with a lofty gaze. It's not about power—even now, there are many beings in this world who are far more powerful than Him.

This loftiness comes from the level and the person.

As a wisp of consciousness cut by the Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Monarch, he came to this world like a master patrolling his pasture.

And now, for the first time, he is being challenged in that person.

And where this challenge comes from...... Not stranger.

He looked up and knew he was defeated.

This sword is undodgable, unavoidable, even with his penetrating dragon pupils, he can't find the slightest loophole, even with the fighting instinct he plucked from the "Dao", he can't make any block.

He became a prisoner bound to be killed, and Yue Muzhou was the executioner with the knife raised.

The sword wasn't too strong, enough to cut him off, but it wasn't enough to wipe him out almost entirely, like the sword it had just done.

It's a pity that this sword is called Heart-Cutting Glass, and his consciousness is like a candle in the wind.

The wind roared and swept by.

Yue Muzhou and him staggered, slashed down with his sword, and the heart glass hung down in front of him.

The Immortal Monarch's body fell behind him, and the gold in the dragon's pupils slowly extinguished, finally turning into a pair of hollow gray beads.

【Sword of the Immortal's Gaze】

He really killed Him.

It's not to defeat, it's not to kill, this sword is like holding down a chicken's head and chopping it off.

This is, of course, Zai.

This crushing tower seemed to be incomparable, and his body was now thrown down here.

Everything was quiet, the autumn sky was clear, the leaves in the mountains were thick, and the wind was blowing over everyone's heads.

Pei Ye witnessed this complete sword.

When he came out of the woods, he saw the sword retracting into the old man's hand.

Pei Ye rushed over, grabbed the crumbling old man, and said with bated breath: "Grandpa Yue-"

When he looked down and saw the large blood stains on the black clothes, his heart became cold.

Yue Muzhou smiled in a low voice: "It's okay, find me a place to sit." ”

Pei Ye helped him to lean under a tree, and the old man took a deep breath.

Turning his head to see the young man's stiff expression and body, the old man smiled: "Don't worry, there is a lot of real qi, and you can live for a long time." ”

Pei Ye pursed his lips and didn't speak.

He turned his head to see that the black cat was coming over with the bead in his mouth, and Ming Qitian was still looking at the corpse of the immortal monarch in a daze, as if the sword just now was still in sight.

Being able to enter the realm of enlightenment that cultivators have painstakingly pursued anytime and anywhere is also the privilege brought by the "Mirror Bingjian".

"Girl." Yue Muzhou weakly interrupted this realization, "Whenever you think about it in the future, you can realize it again at any time." ”

Ming Qitian woke up in shock, turned around and walked quickly, squatting down in front of Yue Muzhou.

"Senpai."

"There's something that needs to be made clear sooner." Yue Muzhou said, "Xiaoye doesn't have a dantian seed, this-"

Yue Muzhou pointed to the pearl: "Yulu, I want to give it to him." ”

Pei Li hurriedly said: "You can still use it!" ”

Yue Muzhou shook his head: "Every time it wakes up, it has to have a new host. ”

“……”

"Okay." Ming Qitian nodded.

In the morning, the old man said that he wanted to teach her this sword, and at that time he wanted to ask her something.

But in fact, even if she doesn't teach, since "Yulu" already has a master, it is natural for the owner to decide where to go, and she will not snatch it.

What's more, now it is the old man who has turned the tide and saved everyone.

"But," continued the old man, his expression becoming serious, "I want you to bear the fame. ”

Ming Qitian was stunned for a moment and understood what the old man meant.

(End of chapter)