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Cloud Dragon Wonderland, a thousand years have passed, and the moon is full in the West Building.

The Jade Rabbit fell, and the Golden Crow rose.

The purple-gold primordial purple qi in the east of the sunrise gently sprinkled on the land of the Cloud Dragon Fairyland, crossing the brilliant brilliance of the stars.

Under the light, a handsome Taoist priest dressed in a Tai Chi Bagua Diagram robe, was stretching his head at the moment, his elegant body.

Greet the most brilliant moment of the vitality of all things.

Guangcheng Ziyue's Dao robe is as white as snow, and it is mixed with elements, which is combined with this innate purple qi, but it is even more like the free air of the fairy wind and bones.

The white clothes and purple qi are weird and appropriate combinations of each other, but people can't feel it, there is the slightest disobedience.

"Slashing Sword Pose!"

The moon-white robe rose in the wind, and the slightly long sleeves and corners also swayed slightly with the bamboo sword in his hand.

The light clouds cover the moon, and the wind returns to the snow, showing the independent style of the world.

Then, the bamboo sword in Guang Chengzi's hand, the sword body followed the rotation of the slender wrist, and it was drawn into a streamer and shot straight to the west.

A sword slashed out, silent, and impermanent.

"Draw the sword!"

Guang Chengzi did not take it lightly, the bamboo sword in his hand was returned to his waist, and his slender body was slightly adjusted.

Suddenly, the essence of the star's eyes flashed, turned into a fine light, and with his backhand, he suddenly pulled out the bamboo sword at his waist and slashed towards the sky.

It shows the simplicity of heaven and the supreme truth hidden in the rhyme.

"Sword splitting style!"

Then, Guang Chengzi's wrist shook slightly, and the remaining strength of the bamboo sword that had originally struck the sky was exhausted.

Suddenly, the sword body was given new power by Guang Chengzi in mid-air, and a diagonal sword slashed directly into the right corner, silently, and it was amazing.

"Bayonet Style!"

"Ling Jian Style!"

"Sword Breaker!"

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With the bamboo sword in Guangchengzi's hand between heaven and earth, a series of sword marks that will never dissipate are deduced.

The five visceral qi in his chest faintly followed the sword steps, slowly appearing.

The three god flowers on the top of the head also float on it.

The wind and clouds changed, and this piece of heaven and earth, under the influence of this silent sword mark, suddenly became solemn.

The surrounding space was completely frozen, nothing could be broken, unshakable, and the aura of the sword was fleeting.

The bamboo sword with one stroke is deep in the void, and it will completely smelt this void power endlessly.

In the end, it blended with the way of heaven and became one, regardless of each other.

This is the infinite power of the Avenue of Swords, this peerless picture of sword qi volleying in the sky, covering the entire Cloud Dragon Wonderland.

Everything looks so stunning.

After a while, the Great Sun Golden Crow had climbed into noon, sprinkling the most brilliant yang flame, giving the earth infinite vitality in full swing.

The sun was shining, and the elongated shadows on the ground were constantly moving with the long sword in Guang Chengzi's hand.

The more the sword of the Dao on the bamboo sword is more and more urgent, the Dao rhyme is fully revealed, and the spirit is coming.

Guang Chengzi practiced repeatedly every day, as always, these basic swordsmanship.

And according to the various truths he understands, he constantly adjusts his own channel, and strives to find the most suitable way to use his sword.

Guang Chengzi put away his sword on his side and slowly walked towards Yunlong Pond.

In the middle of the night, Guang Chengzi sat on the edge of the pool, placed the bamboo sword on his knees with both hands, and transported the spiritual power in his body to recover the fatigue of practicing swords in the morning.

Under the operation of spiritual power, I saw him, the spirit was full, and the spiritual power of his body was extremely thick, far superior to others dozens of times, and it was extremely condensed.

The mastery of spiritual power around the body, compared with the past, has increased by about fifty percent, and the foundation is as solid as Mount Tai.

Before noon, the fatigue of practicing the sword 100,000 times completely disappeared.

Guang Chengzi picked up the bamboo sword that sat on his knees, rolled up his sleeve, and used his slender right hand.

Using the indestructible spiritual power in his body, he kept gently brushing the extremely small bamboo thorns on this long sword.

There are twelve hours a day, six hours to practice the sword with all my might, three hours to sort out the perception of the way of the sword, and the remaining three hours to comprehend the brand of opening the sky.

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On that day, after Guangchengzi practiced the fallen bell, his cultivation also fell into the water mill.

Therefore, while contemplating the Kaitian imprint in his body, he began to study the art of killing.

Guang Chengzi's right hand kept cleaning up the flaws of the bamboo sword in his hand, recalling the 100,000 sword practices every morning.

With his fascination, every experience of practicing swords is deeply engraved in his mind.

At this moment, Guang Chengzi was evoked with memories, and his consciousness inadvertently sank into endless memories.

Why did you abandon it in the first place, the road of printing that has basically been completed in your previous life.

Instead, his five fingers clasped tightly and he grasped the long sword in his hand.

Now myself, the moment my five fingers fall on the bamboo sword, what is the origin?

This reminded Guang Chengzi of his previous life in the Ziji Palace, and what Ling Zi told Guangchenzi about that person's past.

Why do you practice swords in this life? Is it because of a person's story? He brought Guangchengzi to the road of swords, the leader--Sword Commander.

Slashing Sword Monarch, his real name is unknown, his life and death are unknown, and he doesn't know where to go.

He is armed with the sword of life and death, and is respected as the first monk in the mortal realm during the end of the Dharma period, and is the forty-fourth generation head of the Ziji Palace.

He is the most amazing sword cultivator in the history of the Purple Pole Palace, and he can be called the most hearted monk in the end of the Dharma era!

At the same time, he is also a god of murder, he fights with the sky, the earth, and himself.

He rose from the micro-end, with the body of a first-order ant, to the top of the firmament, standing above the demons, no one could resist his peerless sword qi that destroyed the world and destroyed the world.

He led the Ziji Palace, which was in decline at that time, to kill all the nine righteous and nine evil, so that the two realms of righteousness and demons were all frightened, and stood at the peak of humanity in the end of the Dharma period.

Wait until after a battle of the gods and demons.

"Life and death are against chaos, and the gods are flying swords, and the yin and yang are endless. This is the true portrayal of him.

As long as his name is mentioned, no one will think of the chilling scene in that divine war.

"You don't see, Qinghai head, no one collects the white bones in ancient times, the new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy. ”

The sword in the hand of the Sword Monarch is not inferior to any monk who stands at the peak of the sword.

That is the most amazing and talented sword in the legend.

He entered the sword with despair, and others were born to break through the way of heaven.

During the end of the Dharma period, the aura of the human world was extinguished, the heavenly path was broken, and there were no more immortals in the mortal world.

At that time, the cultivators who had cultivated into the Dao could not do anything.

Even if you have the power to change the world, so what!!

In the end, he could only wait until his longevity was exhausted, and the heavens and men died and died.

It is conceivable that in the period of the end of the Dharma, there was no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and there was no hopeless state.

And at this time, the Sword Monarch of the Cutting Dao was born out of thin air, destroying all things.

With a sense of despair that there was no way forward, he became the last monk who could become an immortal.

Every movement of his sword, every swing of his sword was like a tree, his heart was like ashes, he was not wielding a sword, but the fear he hid in the depths of his heart.

Placed on the sword, so his sword is a living avenue of fear.

And there is nothing outstanding about the sword path of the sword king, and some of them are just the basic sword path of that stroke.

It is these places that are inconspicuous in the eyes of ordinary people, but the Sword Monarch of the Cutting Dao relies on them to reach the peak.