Lao Kong took one step at a time, his pace was unswerving, and he finally approached the gate of heaven, and the halberd warrior who had been quiet for a long time finally picked up the golden halberd in his hand and rushed over to kill the intruder in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are a lot of myths of sword immortals in the world, Jiang Yangsheng, who is the second son of Beilai, has heard a lot about nature since he was a child, but he has never taken it seriously, when he traveled for 18,000 miles, he didn't meet that kind of immortal, near the land of Bashu, Jiang Yangsheng once asked Lao Kong if there were ghosts and gods in the world, at that time, Lao Kong smiled, didn't say anything, Jiang Yangsheng thought it was no, but now think about it, Lao Kong didn't give himself an exact answer after all, what is a ghost and god, what is an immortal, no one can say clearly, it's like the complexity of things in the world, there is no clue。

Later, an old man in Donghai County told him that the top of the mountain in the suburbs was flattened by a sword, Jiang Yangsheng at that time didn't care, he said that if there were really immortals, then what would be the war, and why should so many people die when a sword immortal can settle the war? At that time, Jiang Yangsheng asked Lao Kong if he had any immortals, and in the end there was no exact answer, and now Jiang Yangsheng understands that Lao Kong is not a god, just a bad old man, but this bad old man does not admit defeat, he wants to open the gate of heaven with a sword, kill a Lang Lang Qiankun out, get a glimpse of the immortal heaven, and the Tao can only stop.

When I looked up again, it was full of dazzling golden light, and the sun had lost its luster under the golden light of Kinmen, and Lao Kong didn't know what was going on in it.

Jiang Yangsheng will never forget the shocking scene in his life, in the blurred chaos, the golden light scattered and flew away, all of them were scattered by Lao Kong, every time the Qingque ancient sword hit the halberd once, the halberd cast by the golden light will dim a point, and every time the halberd is released, the green finch will involuntarily tremble, which shows the terrible place of the golden light.

Manpower is limited after all, even Lao Kong in the realm of Qi and God is no exception, and when he will eventually exhaust his strength, besides, the current Lao Kong's blood and qi are decaying, and he is old and rotten and has long since lost his prime.

When Lao Kong's sword pierced through the head of the halberd, it turned into a golden light and scattered in all directions, while the two bright figures behind the gate of heaven walked out quietly, everyone gasped, only Lao Kong, who was standing on the edge of the sky, was still calm, he lowered his head, gently stroked the green finch wrapped around his chest, like touching the girl lying in the warm quilt, glanced at the soles of his feet, and smiled.

Jiang Yangsheng looked at the old Kong who smiled and suddenly felt cold, he knew that Lao Kong was dead and alive this time, and he couldn't step into the immortal gate at all, looking at the old Kong who was holding the heart of death, Jiang Yangsheng's nose was sour for no reason, and the corners of his eyes were moist, he remembered that he couldn't jump out of a fart for half a month on the road, and when he was slapped by that group of people in the rivers and lakes, it was Lao Kong who used his body to protect himself so that he was not humiliatedAt that time, looking at Lao Kong being beaten by the farmers, Jiang Yangsheng felt relieved, and his heart was indescribably comfortable, peeking at the nun when he was caught taking a bath, Lao Kong was also shitting on his back and didn't wipe his buttocks, he was stunned and ran away with a shoe to escape the pursuit of the group of stick monks, when he was tired, Lao Kong carried himself like a cow and a horse, and walked endlessly for 18,000 miles, Jiang Yangsheng admired this old servant in his heart, not because of his former sword god, not because of how big his courage and mind, but because in Jiang Yangsheng's eyes, he was an old servant who could only smirk。

If you say who were the two people Jiang Yangsheng admired the most in his heart at that time?

One is the fish that dares to bet on the territory of the world to play the fish that has been in prison for decades in the Star Picking Tower, and the other is the old hole who is smirking and calling Huazi Chicken by himself, there is no one else.

"Young master, take the sword, Lao Kong said that he would give the green finch to the young master on the day I put down the sword. ”

Lao Kong smiled, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The ancient sword of the green finch roared sadly, like a phoenix chanting for nine days, fluttering like a butterfly falling down, floating in front of Jiang Yangsheng, in front of Jiang Yangsheng, it was like a melodious tremor and trembling.

Jiang Yangsheng looked up at Lao Kong, only to see that he was sprinkled, there was nothing around, his gray hair fluttered up, Lao Kong stepped out step by step, after each step, the corners of his mouth would ooze a trace of shocking blood, as more and more blood overflowed, his gray hair gradually turned from white to black, the original wrinkled skin slowly returned to full and crystal at this time, after taking ten steps in a row, Lao Kong changed from a twilight old man to an extremely handsome young man step by step, full of black hair flying in the wind, a pair of sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, like a celestial man looking down on all beings。

"Kong Daodao, this is a desperate glimpse of heaven. ”

Jiang Loan said in a deep voice, there was some concern in his words, he and Lao Kong are a generation of sword leaders, and the other is a hero, both of whom are amazing and overwhelming a generation of outstanding figures, Lao Kong's experience will inevitably make Jiang Loan feel desolate and sad.

Jiang Yangsheng forcibly held back the tears in the corners of his eyes, took the Qingque Sword suspended in front of him, stroked the ancient sword body with his hand, and looked up at the old hole in front of the Heavenly Gate.

"Roar~~~"

Lao Kong roared, he tried his life to sublimate as much as possible, so that his body reached the peak of his youth, his shabby clothes were windless, his black hair was fluttering, he stretched out his hands and pointed like a sword, and in an instant, the sword qi around his body was full of ups and downs, like wind and rain everywhere, the strength of the sword intent pierced the clouds and cracked stones, and the clouds in the sky were strangled into invisible in an instant.

The two golden euphorbia warriors who came out in the distance were strangled by the sword qi surging around Lao Kong's body before they could get close, but every time the golden euphorbia warriors were strangled, more euphorbia would emerge after the Golden Gate, and they would emerge in endlessly.

The more they killed, the more dense they gathered, and in the end, the entire sky was occupied by the Golden Light Euphorbia, Lao Kong was like a soldier who was surrounded and killed in the chaos of the army, and like a lone wolf hunted by countless people, he would rather die than obey, be unruly, and be unyielding.

The invisible sword around him flew, strangling and killing the halberd warriors who rushed over, Lao Kong approached the golden gate step by step, he really wanted to know what was behind that gate that was worthy of the desire of countless Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist people for thousands of years? Is it the strongest swordsmanship? or the method of immortality?

When he killed the layers of obstacles step by step to the Golden Gate, a pair of bloodshot vicissitudes of life suddenly stared at the boss, and then a blood arrow spurted out of his mouth, he trembled at the moment, tried his best to live a lifetime, got the result he wanted, and finally saw what was behind the door, after walking through the Golden Gate, the old hole sat behind the door, his eyes were closed, and a drop of cloudy blood and tears gushed out from the corners of his eyes, like a pool of blood, at this time the old face was like gold paper, and the blood was decaying, and the original young and handsome appearance aged at an extremely rapid rate, and in an instant he changed from a handsome young man to a twilight old man, and his green hair was replaced by a head full of snow hair, He muttered to himself: "Wrong, everything is wrong..." In the end, the blood kept coughing up, and finally muttered to himself that he couldn't hear what he said, Lao Kong stared at it for a long time, he wanted to tell others what he saw, but unfortunately it was difficult to open his mouth now, so he could only let his qi lose but he was unable to return to the sky, and then fell at the Golden Gate!

A generation of sword gods, the sword kui Kong who has dominated the rivers and lakes for 20 years!

Some people say that there has been no sword in the world for 20 years since Kong Daodao's death, and the swordsman who has come out of the 20 years has no one else in swordsmanship.

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