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Chapter 92: All Things One Sword (Part 2)(1/2)

But that is not my sword.

What does this sentence mean?

Only then did he admit that what he came to the West to understand and master was the true meaning of all things left by the founding ancestor of Qingshan Sect. Why did he say such things at this time?

The long street was silent and there was no sound in the sky, because the rain stopped and the clouds did not move, and people did not even dare to breathe.

Could it be that Jing Jiu's swordsmanship has surpassed the founding ancestor of Qingshan Sect? At least that's what he thinks himself.

Even if he is a genius of swordsmanship, isn't he too confident?

The elder Sun subconsciously wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh because the other party was Jingyang's real person and Peng Lang's eyes were full of awe.

He came to the west without laughing. He looked at the countless raindrops still in the world and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The raindrops were moving, changing the angle and direction at an extremely slow speed, but they didn't know when they would stop in the end.

"The sword of all things that the ancestors have learned is simple but not shallow. Everyone can think of it. It is extremely difficult to do it, but I am still not satisfied."

Jing Jiu walked back to the ruins of the antique shop.

Countless raindrops were smashed, but they were still still in the air.

"The sword realm I pursue is not that everything can be a sword, but that everything is a sword."

Jing Jiu walked to Xilai and raised his right hand.

As he moved, a pair of chopsticks left behind under the second floor of a restaurant dozens of feet away floated up and pointed it at the street.

The still wind seemed to have a direction, and the silks pulled out by the rain also had a direction.

The raindrops all over the sky also stopped, and the golden leaves and beans faced the west on the long street with their sharpest ones.

Even the broken sword in Peng Lang's hand and the two broken swords in Zhao Layue's belt, all the swords in the field did not move, but felt like they were about to fly.

If all things have shapes, they will have a relatively sharp side, and that is a sword.

If there is no shape, no existence, there will still be a trajectory, then it is still a sword.

Just as Xilai once did, everything can be a sword.

But at this time, all things in the world did not just become swords, but were still separated from each other, but seemed to form a whole.

Those raindrops and swords, cloud silks and gaps, without the resistance of sword intent, are so coordinated.

Everything in the world is the world.

All are a sword.

You are between heaven and earth.

That's in this sword.

If you can avoid it?

...

...

Xi looked at the rain all over the sky and the swords all over the sky. He was silent for a long time, his face slightly pale.

"This is not a sword." He retracted his gaze and said seriously at Jing Jiu.

Great practitioners in this state will naturally not be as slutty as children or Zhuo Rusui. So what does this sentence mean?

"This is a sword formation."

Xi said, "It's like the Qingshan Sword Formation, but it's just combined."

Jing Jiu said: "It makes sense."

That night, Xue Ji took Qingshan swords and directly killed the White Blade Immortal, using the Chengtian Sword Technique.

In other words, she directly turned the group of swords into a Qingshan sword formation with her extraordinary realm and unimaginable strength.

What Jing Jiu did at this time was the same, but he led all things in the world, and the scope of this sword formation was unimaginable.

Xilai asked with some emotion: "What's the name of this sword formation?"

Jing Jiu will not name it.

Yuanqu and his sword are proof of this.

And he is lazy.

He thought for a while and said, "Just call it the Sword Formation of All Things."

...

...

All things in the world are a sword.

Then this sword array of all things naturally embraces the world.

The entire Chaotian Continent is filled with a sequel sword intent.

However, this kind of sword intent is too high and it is difficult to be perceived by mortals and those living beings.

The Zenzi stood up from the threshold and felt the unspread sword intent in the red cliff, and his scalp felt a little numb.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the strange phenomena in the snow field, and the snow that never melted all year round seemed to have a sword intent.

With some excitement and expectation arises for some unknown reason, he looked at the lonely and cold ice peak in the deepest part of the snowfield and touched the consciousness of the Queen of the Snow Country.

That spiritual consciousness is still grand and is the highest-level existence on the entire continent, but it is no longer as domineering and arrogant as it has been in the past tens of thousands of years, but it is a bit more vigilant and uneasy.

"I..." Zenzi said something swearing and murmured: "So you will be afraid too?"

The omnipresent sword intent was also felt in the underworld.

Carrying the big Buddha in the sky full of magma, feeling it with his eyes closed.

Bu Qiuxiao above the magma looked at the direction of Ohara Castle with a smile on the corner of his lips.

I don’t know how long it took, but the Buddha slowly opened his eyes and declared it like a bell with a thick and flawless sound.

"The real person is leaving."

Apiao, who possesses the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld, still doesn’t have much majesty. He smiles foolishly at the green leaves that grow from the colorless tree every day.

She suddenly felt the sword intent in the green leaves, and her eyes suddenly became extremely bright and she flew towards the sky without hesitation.

The ministers and strong men in the Underworld thought that His Majesty was bored again and wanted to go to the sky to find the sword saint to speak. Suddenly, they found that the direction of His Majesty flying was the pylon. They were shocked and shouted, "Your Majesty, you can't!"

Although His Majesty said that she was the most beloved disciple of the real person of Qingshan, how could he believe that the human race is so sinister and cunning?

Even if Jing Yang is awake, if all the strong men of the human race come to attack, how can he protect His Majesty alone?

Apiao ignored these ministers and soon disappeared into the pylon, leaving only a crisp and proud voice echoing throughout the underworld.

"My husband is invincible in the world!"

"No, my husband has been the strongest swordsmanship throughout history!"

"Who dares to deal with me!"

...

...

Yes, when Emperor Taiping was invited to the world by Taiping Zhenren, he was eventually imprisoned in Chaoge City and was imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Prison. The most important reason is that Emperor Taiping was not strong enough.

After the Meihui, Taiping Zhenren was already the most amazing figure in Chaotian Continent and still cannot be regarded as invincible in the world.

Only Jing Jiu, who is standing in the rain today, deserves this description.

"I don't believe that you, Aoyama Master, didn't expect such a scene back then, but he still couldn't do it because he was also between heaven and earth. Why can you be different?"

Xi looked at Jing Jiu and asked.

Jing Jiu said: "The ancestor regards all things as a tool and as slavery, but I am different. He is my playmate and my student."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Layue and Liu Shishui thought of the two cushions in the cave and looked at Ping Yongjia again.

When the old sword boat of Wu'en Gate was destroyed by the sword light, Xilai actually knew the end of the battle.

Because Jing Jiu still had the strength to collect his sword at that time.

But he still wanted to see how Jing Jiu broke his sword.

Now that he saw it, he naturally gave in.

It is a pity to be able to see such a swordsmanship and get the other party’s explanation.

What he really regrets is that he has no choice but to have nothing to do afterwards.

I don’t know if there will be another boy like him in Kirishima many years later.

Or like this teenager.

Xi looked at Peng Lang and sighed with regret.

"Come here at the age of ten."
To be continued...
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