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Jing Yue cares about Jingtian Sword very much.

This is a weapon that the young master personally refined for him, which represents the young master's expectations for him, so he does not want to disappoint him.

After obtaining the Jingtian Sword, he carried the sword whether he was eating, drinking, or going to the cottage.

He practiced swords in the lake, barely erect, practicing the most primitive sword moves and stabbing swords.

He wants to cultivate his sword intent.

A sword can open a hundred miles of lakes.

Of course, this is the most ideal state.

At the beginning, he stabbed the sword in the lake. Because of the resistance of the water, the sword pierced less than five meters and lost its power to continue rushing forward, completely dissipating.

He was not discouraged.

Practice sword again and again.

Feel the changes in the water flow, and feel the deep feeling of Jingtian Sword tearing the water flow.

He realized the true meaning of the sword through every subtle tremor of the water hitting the sword body.

Intention is born from the heart, and sword is born from the heart.

As the young master said, if you reach the extreme, you can open mountains, split lakes, and kill the sky...

He wants to give birth to his own sword intent and become the glory of the swordsman.

Under the city of Nanjin.

Jing Yue stepped out of the rainy sky with a white shirt.

Jingtian Sword, one into five.

Suddenly stabbed out.

The invisible hazy sword energy was torn apart, as if a blue thunder was drawn from the gloomy sky.

It was like a ray of warm sunshine tearing the paper film of the windows and casting it into the dead house, like a dead tree in spring.

boom!

Flesh and blood fly.

Thrilling everywhere.

Five sword energy swept over, and the Southern Barbarians who were shouting and killing were tragically killed among the sword energy.

Sweat beads penetrated Jing Yue's forehead.

He held the Jingtian Sword that was spinning at high speed.

He threw a sword flower, and the tip of the sword hit the ground, blowing out a deep pit on the ground.

Tang Yimo, who was trapped by bone spurs, shrank his pupils and breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Yujing's people are here to support!

With the support of the world's number one cultivator, his pressure will be much smaller.

The barbarians became too strange and all kinds of methods emerged one after another.

He had never seen the strange way of letting the earth grow thorns.

Jing Yue wore a white robe and did not retreat. He was no longer the same Jing Paopaopao before. Now he is determined to be a swordsman.

Keep moving forward and kill millions of soldiers with one sword!

Under the gate of Nanjincheng.

Taoist robe flies.

Xie Yunling slowly walked out of the city.

Behind him, the disciples of Dao Pavilion followed him, and one by one, the disciples of Dao Pavilion left Tiandang Mountain and followed Xie Yunling one after another.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, looking at the blood everywhere.

Many disciples in the Tao Pavilion who had never seen killing had turned a little ugly.

However, it is more about being hot and resentful.

When the barbarian enemy invaded, as a great Zhou people, they should not retreat or escape.

Although they are not courtiers.

However, the Great Zhou was their world.

"Where are the disciples of Dao Pavilion?"

Xie Yunling said lightly.

But the sound was shocking and spread throughout the battlefield.

"exist!"

The disciples of the Taoist Pavilion in Taoist robes endured the discomfort of blood all over the ground, shouted and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Xie Yunling's Taoist robe flew without wind and sat upright on the ground.

He pinched his marks with his hands, and aura flowed out of his body, spreading between the sky and the earth as if it was merged with the rain and rain.

far away.

The men in black robe protected by the barbarians noticed these Taoist robes.

They raised the withered wooden stick in their hands.

It hit the ground hard.

Dong...

It seemed as if an invisible fluctuation spread from the earth, constantly spreading, constantly spreading...

The earth seemed to turn into a blanket, shaking constantly.

Boom boom boom boom!

The earth thorns were lurking like earth dragons, hiking towards the many Taoists of the Taoist Pavilion.

"Design the formation."

Xie Yunling glanced at the undulating earth and said.

The next moment, the hands and fingers were stacked crosswise and turned into marks and pushed out.

The disciples of the Taoist Pavilion who were sitting upright in various directions stood up one after another, stepped on the star steps, and released a wisp of energy from the qi pill.

With Xie Yunling as the center, a vast white luster appeared around him.

The rain and rain seemed to be frozen.

It turned into ice arrows and sprinkled from the sky, nailing the barbarians to death, and blood filled the earth.

The soldiers in Nanjun were covered in blood and panting.

But they were no longer afraid.

One by one, they waved their swords, let out a roar, and rushed over again.

Behind them is home, and once they retreat, their home will be trampled by barbarians.

Even if they die, they will fight to kill an enemy with their flesh and blood!

As long as one more barbarian dies, Nanjun will be safer.

The thorns that undulate in the earth were like a whistle and rushing out, and the sharp thorns stabbed towards the disciples of the Tao Pavilion.

He stabbed towards Xie Yunling, who was the first to bear the brunt of the brunt.

It must penetrate Xie Yunling's eyebrows and make him bleed.

but……

The mark in Xie Yunling's hand changed again.

Taoism becomes nature.

The wind blew, turning into a barrier of wind, blocking the disciples of the Tao Pavilion.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The earth thorn hit the wind barrier and exploded directly, unable to go further.

Xie Yunling's Taoist robe flew, and his gray temples were flying.

He looked at the men in black robes.

You have your tricks, and I have my Taoism.

It depends on who has the best ability!

There were tiny footsteps resounding.

On the city tower of Nanjin City, figures with blue shirts carrying sword boxes ran out.

As they ran, these blue-clothed men burst into clanging sounds, and the sword box came out, like silver light tearing the night sky.

"Jiange, Zhongnan Mountain, join the war!"

A hoarse voice resounded.
To be continued...