The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 641

An extremely dense crackling sound suddenly sounded in the old plum garden.

It's like a broken bow string, or a broken skin full of wine.

In fact, the sword string was broken and the immortal killing sword array was broken.

The thin water rolled to the bottom of the lake was as hard as brick and stone, and a footprint suddenly appeared on it.

The breeze blows gently, and the white clothes float gently.

Jing Jiu appeared on the ruins of the nunnery, stood in front of Gu Qing, stretched out a finger and pointed to the sword formed by the blood shadow.

At this moment, the whole time of Chaotian continent stopped.

Only his fingers and the sword formed by the blood shadow were still moving forward.

A soft snap.

The blood shadow condensed into essence. It was Yin San's finger.

Two people's fingers.

2 People.

Finally meet.

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It is hard to imagine that the sword meaning of its quantity and purity gushes out from the place where two fingers meet.

Like the most spectacular waterfall in the world, like the rainstorm that year, like the sunrise rising out of the East China Sea.

Yuzhoufeng, Buer sword and chuzi sword felt the countless sword meanings shrouded in the ruins and hid in the air.

Fu Si's sword rope became more red and bright. It looked like a magma River under the ground. It naturally broke away from Gu Qing's hand and turned into a whip, which was pulled to Yin San's face.

The bone flute rose in the wind, sobbed, and the whip fell like a dead snake.

Jing Jiu grabbed Gu Qing with his left hand and threw him away.

In the roaring sound, Gu Qing became a small black spot, fell in the palace more than ten miles away, and smashed a big hole in the square.

Ping Yongjia felt that the immortal killing sword array had been taken away. She opened her eyes blankly and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Qing was covered with blood and fell at the bottom of the pit. The Imperial City array had been taken by Jing Jiu.

A Piao screamed and disappeared from the stone steps in front of the hall. In an instant, he came to the center of the square, but he didn't know who to save first.

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The Yin Feng in the sky sensed the change of Qi mechanism between heaven and earth, gave birth to strong vigilance, and gave out an extremely violent scream. More than ten Zhang long tail feathers turned into a sword again, forcibly cut off the shackles of Zen Zi's light mirror and flew towards the old plum garden.

On the ruins of the old plum garden, Jing Jiu holds the Fusi sword rope in his left hand and Yin San's right hand holds the bone flute. The invisible sword swims around his body and is extremely flexible.

They looked at each other quietly.

For the strong at their level, if they want, they can exchange countless information at a glance. Many years ago, Jing Jiu had such an exchange with the queen of the snow country in the snow field. Before Nanxu died, he had a long and important dialogue with him. What will they say today?

"You're lucky."

"It's patience. I've been waiting for you for seventeen years."

"No wonder you wake up at this time. Judging from the deduction, it makes no sense. You either wake up early or you can't wake up. That's why I'm here this time. "

"You always like to calculate, but you can't calculate. There are many things you can't figure out."

"For example, Gu Qing is not afraid of death, or something else?"

"For example, I failed to fly, but I'm still alive."

"But you are really sleeping, otherwise how can you hide it from my eyes?"

"Yes, I did continue to sleep for seventeen years. If there is no right time, I may continue to sleep."

"Timing?"

"Trigger point for the event."

"I'm curious."

"When you are ready to show your true ability of emergence, when you really come to this world, I will wake up."

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This dialogue takes place in divine consciousness.

At the same time, this battle, which has resumed after hundreds of years, continues.

It is not difficult for them to focus on two or even a hundred uses.

Jing Jiudong thought.

Cosmofront, chuzi sword and Buer sword fall again.

Three movements of Yin.

The sword broke into pieces.

A drop of blood fell from the place where the two fingers met. It was very red without any impurities.

That's Yin three's blood.

The bone flute broke through the air.

Sobbing.

The left arm of Yin San broke off and became gray in an instant.

Well nine fingers come out again.

Red clothes like molting, Yin three disappear from the original place.

A bright red bird flew up from the ruins, avoided the sword array and flew high into the sky.

The feather color on the surface of the red bird is a little mottled, because it is stained with blood.

Well nine also came to the sky.

The red bird flapped its wings.

This is the rosefinch fluttering.

Countless swords intended to break the sea of clouds and cut out countless drops of rain.

The Imperial City array suddenly disintegrated.