Wisps of sunlight came from the sky, pulling Zhao Zhijing's figure to the elder, the rising sun released a thousand zhang of brilliance, with a trace of warmth appeared around Zhao Zhijing, the breeze blew, the long sword sound of the Purple Emperor Sword in the sheath had stopped, exuding a simple atmosphere in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this moment, Kunlun Mountain has become extraordinarily quiet, Zhao Zhijing's long roar like a dragon's roar has dissipated, but the power it exudes is still permeated on the top of this mountain, and everything is so silent.

A golden sunlight swept in, the ice crystals on the pine needles reflected wisps of light, and the sunlight through the gap fell on Zhao Zhijing's smiling face, only to see his slender palm in the sleeve as a claw, an invisible force condensed in Zhao Zhijing's palm, a suction force suddenly appeared, and the Purple Emperor Sword standing in the ice and snow bounced up together with the scabbard and fell into Zhao Zhijing's hand.

The next moment, I saw Zhao Zhijing step out, and the white figure flashed, and he was already a few feet away, feeling the lightness of his body as if it had transformed. On the top of this breezy mountain, Zhao Zhijing, who was galloping like a ghost, felt as if he was fused with this breeze.

Gan felt the transformation of his body, Zhao Zhijing suddenly became arrogant, and the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand suddenly felt the pride in Zhao Zhijing's heart, a clear sound suddenly appeared, and a purple jade-like brilliance flashed out of the scabbard. Zhao Zhijing, who was galloping, rose up from the ground and grabbed the Purple Emperor Sword in the air with one hand. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's figure stopped in the air, and wisps of sword qi on the Purple Emperor Sword that was lying across his chest roared out, like a purple wind dragon wrapped around the body of the purple jade-like sword.

During this period, the sword qi that floated out like rain was so beautiful. Beautiful things are sometimes dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be taken away by this beautiful rain. The falling sword qi was a trace of a few arm-thick branches and flowers that were still blooming on the cold mountain tops, but there was no change in the slightest, but the sword qi rain had already dissipated.

Until the slightest breeze blew, and when the truth of the truth was discovered, the branches fell from the trunk and fell gently to the ground, and the small white flowers floated with the breeze without a trace of stagnation, which showed the sharpness of the sword qi and rain.

Zhao Zhijing, who was originally in the air, suddenly lifted it at this time, his toes lightly touched in the air, and an invisible ripple suddenly spread in the air like ripples, and Zhao Zhijing's white figure rose tall again.

Zhao Zhijing, who rose into the air like a white giant peng, made a clear sound from the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand, like water droplets falling on the bluestone in the mountains, quiet and far away. I saw that he waved in the air, and a purple jade-like sword qi surged out from the long sword, and a bluestone that stood several zhang outside the grinding plate was swept away by the sword qi, and suddenly cracked like a piece of tofu, and under the wisps of sunlight, Zhao Zhijing's figure was generally reflected in the mirror.

Zhao Zhijing, who fell from the air, laughed, and his figure flashed, and suddenly a move "one sword turned into three clears" was used, and wisps of white mist appeared on the three sword shadows like purple jade, and the three qi swords formed a fan-shaped shape, and came out of the slender Purple Emperor Sword.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", three loud sounds, one no less and one not more. Suddenly, he saw three big trees with an adult man's waist three feet in front of him, which were pierced by the qi sword. Immediately, the air sword exploded, and the air sword that suddenly surged out actually tore the three big trees apart, and pieces of large and small fragments were suddenly stirred, and a wave of qi swept over, and the three big trees had already fallen to the ground.

But Zhao Zhijing, who was holding the long sword, still did not stop, and the flame that was already burning in his heart still did not stop. The Quanzhen Sect's basic sword technique was once again used from Zhao Zhijing's hand, and suddenly sword shadows spread around Zhao Zhijing, like a purple mist enveloping him.

At this time, it was just a simple basic swordsmanship, and in Zhao Zhijing's hands, it became extraordinary, the slightly trembling sword tip, sometimes like a shadow hidden in the darkness, constantly flashed, and its origin was unknown; sometimes it became as bright and righteous as the sun in the sky, without a trace of murderous aura, a sword swing out of the sword roared suddenly, like a mountain and a river, it was a move to overwhelm people.

The purple mist dissipated, Zhao Zhijing stood with his sword, only to hear him suddenly shout softly: "Instant sword!" Only a slight sound was heard, and the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand still did not change at all, but the falling leaves in front of him had been evenly changed into two halves.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing showed a slight smile on his face, and a sword stabbed out, and suddenly saw the tip of the purple jade-like sword filling his eyes, and a lotus flower reflecting wisps of purple brilliance appeared at the tip of the sword.

The green pine shook and creaked, and the sound of clicking kept coming out. The bark of the green pine, which looked like dragon scales, cracked one after another in an instant, and the trunk, which was about two feet in diameter, burst into fragments of the same size as the thirty-six in that moment.

Zhao Zhijing's bright eyes swept away, and the smile on his face was still not unhappy, nor did he change his happy look. It was still so bland, a small pine needle fell from the air, Zhao Zhijing lightly touched his toes on the ground, and then he rose into the air, and the long sword struck out, and suddenly a slight sword sound sounded.

The next moment, Zhao Zhijing was already standing on the ground, and with a soft sound, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand had already fallen into the scabbard, and that light sound was the sound of the sword hammer touching the scabbard. Zhao Zhijing, who slowly raised his head, looked at the pine needles falling in the air, his eyes were slightly strange, looking for his trajectory until it fell to the ground.

This emerald green pine needle fell gently on the mountain rock, and no sound came out, but in Zhao Zhijing's opinion, this pine needle was a world. These pine needles are scattered evenly on the bluestone, and there are countless particles, but Zhao Zhijing himself knows that in an instant, he has six hundred and thirty-six swords here, all of which are pierced on this small pine needle, and even the speed of the pine needles falling has not been affected by Zhao Zhijing's thirty-six swords.

This is a dreamlike sword, and the people who stand in front of it have been unknowingly taken away by this sword before they can see its trace. Looking at the tiny cyan particles, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, a happy smile. (To be continued.) )