On the cliff, with Zhao Zhijing's seemingly random True Yuan Sword, he slashed down with a sword. The www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun of the pavilion slay the dragon of smoke and dust that flew in the air with the wind. As the sword vanished, the howling wind also stopped, and the five-colored smoke and dust falling from the sky spread a five-colored carpet on the ground.

At this moment, the cliff with green grass and green pines has changed greatly, and the dense green grass and the green pine that has experienced many winds and rains to bury its roots deep in the ground have disappeared at this moment, turning into the five-colored dust, spreading on the cliff that has been cut off, just like a five-colored carpet.

As the wind and smoke fell, the Shura knife in Wanyan Sect's hand also became quiet, and the starlight-like sword had disappeared at this moment, leaving only the blade as black as eternal night. The palm that clenched the handle of the knife suddenly flipped over, and the dark shadow of the knife flickered, and it was already submerged in the scabbard, and the sharp breath was already submerged by the scabbard, and there was not a trace or a wisp of leakage.

In Zhao Zhijing's eyes, Wanyan Sect pulled out his feet that were buried deep in the soil, and suddenly two footprints about a foot deep appeared in front of the two. Ignoring the gentle gaze in Zhao Zhijing's eyes at this time, Wan Yanzong rolled up his sleeves and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, the crack of the tiger's mouth had already formed a scar at this moment, and there were only red traces of silk thickness. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, in this world, the self-healing ability of martial artists is strong.

After finishing everything, Wanyan Sect stepped out in one step, and crossed a distance of several zhang to Zhao Zhijing's side. With a respectful look on his face, he immediately bowed to Zhao Zhijing with his fists in both hands, and said, "Thank you!" At this moment, Zhao Zhijing did not dodge, and Zhao Zhijing accepted this gift from Yan Sect with a smile.

This gift did not feel the slightest strange for Zhao Zhijing, Zhao Zhijing did not use his full strength in the previous fight, but he had a trace of innate charm, which can be described as a competition between the two. Later, Zhao Zhijing's sword to the yang can be said to be the full strength of his anode at this time, the innate power and the rich Dao rhyme appeared in front of Wanyanzong's eyes at this moment, that is Zhao Zhijing can be said to open a window in front of Wanyanzong's eyes, and is his guiding teacher, and this gift will naturally not seem abrupt.

Wanyan Sect, who raised his head, the respect on his face had been restrained, and his eyes showed a strong battle intent, at this time, the white-clothed swordsman Zhao Zhijing standing in front of him was no longer a teacher who guided the way, but a wooden target to pursue, a goal to be surpassed in the future.

The divine light revealed in his eyes fell directly on Zhao Zhijing's body, and at this moment, Wanyanzong seemed to imprint Zhao Zhijing's figure deeply in his mind. Wanyan Zong, who had a serious face, was full of strong battle intent in his tiger eyes, looked at Zhao Zhijing and said, "Brother Zhao, the next time we meet, I hope you can catch the Shura knife in my hand so easily!" Without waiting for Zhao Zhijing to say the slightest word, the figure turned around and stepped out, and the figure was far away from the remote mountain cliff here in a flash.

Looking at the Wanyan Sect that disappeared in front of him, the corners of Zhao Zhijing's mouth were slightly hooked, and an interesting smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face. At this time, Zhao Zhijing's heart sighed slightly, and he couldn't help but marvel in his heart, Wan Yan Zong's pursuit of martial arts was simply as hard as iron, and there was no wavering in this red world.

After sweeping the place where Yan Zong's figure disappeared, Zhao Zhijing showed a strange smile on his face, and suddenly muttered to himself: "Brother Zong, I'm afraid that I will disappoint you, as long as you are the one who is surpassed by me, the distance between me and me will only get bigger and bigger, and in the end, I am afraid that even my figure will not be visible." Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing's figure flickered, like a white giant peng flew up, and when the figure flickered, it was already far away and disappeared.

When Zhao Zhijing left, a breeze blew. The smoke and dust that fell on the ground also flew up with the continuous violent mountain wind at this moment. As the five-colored smoke and dust disappeared, two sword marks several feet huge were revealed on the cliff, one was the same as an ordinary sword mark, but it became much larger. And the other one is different, the sand and gravel around the sword mark all have scorch marks, Zhao Zhijing's extremely masculine sword before, I don't want the huge heat to leave scorch marks on this mountain stone, which is not much better than the burning flames.

There was a soft click. At this moment, a tiny crack appeared where the two sword marks intersected, and suddenly this crack spread like a spider web, filling the cliff at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Boom! A huge sound sounded like thunder in the mountains and forests, and the birds and birds were panicked at this moment, and flew away into the distance in the midst of a panicked chirp. The beasts of all sizes that were hiding in it also scattered in panic and ran into the distance.

At this moment, this mountain cliff suddenly burst apart. Large and small rocks were stirred up at this moment, and when these rocks stopped, the towering cliff had disappeared, and the cliff that had risen about a few zhang from a high force collapsed because of the might of Zhao Zhijing's two swords. In the future, if Zhao Zhijing's cultivation is a great advancement, perhaps one day Zhao Zhijing can cut the mountains with a sword and cut the rivers with a sword. That's right, he is naturally no longer an ordinary person, and wanting to live forever is not a luxury, but something that really exists.

After leaving, Zhao Zhijing can be said to be walking towards Zhongnan Mountain non-stop. A few days later, under the eyes of many disciples of the Quanzhen Sect with a trace of curiosity and reverence, Zhao Zhijing stepped on the mountain road that led directly to Chongyang Palace. Zhao Zhijing, who was pressed for time, hurriedly walked towards his small courtyard in Zhongnan Mountain after a routine visit in Chongyang Palace.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing outside the small courtyard, suddenly heard the sound coming from it, and the familiar voice suddenly fell into Zhao Zhijing's ears, and at this moment Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, a smile from the heart. Suddenly, Zhao Zhijing stretched out his hand and pushed the closed courtyard door open, and suddenly followed the sound of the door. The sound in the small courtyard suddenly stopped at this moment, and those pairs of eyes suddenly looked idle at the courtyard gate, and a thick expectation appeared in these eyes.

Zhao Zhijing, who stepped into the courtyard, felt this familiar gaze, and suddenly the smile on his face became even stronger. It's just that the next moment Zhao Zhijing's expression was slightly stunned, and a shadow that Zhao Zhijing didn't expect stood in the small courtyard, and Tan Xiaoying, who saw Zhao Zhijing's figure, had a familiar smile on her face, and there were wisps of tears in her eyes. (To be continued.) )