Changsheng: I have been in Jiaofang Division for thousands of years

Patronizing on the evaluation of cultivation, he actually said that he was bald.

Age is the seven inches of a woman!

How could I forget this?

Chapter 73 Sword Madness

Chanxin Temple is located on the mountainside of Feilai Peak.

However, the place where the two powerhouses will fight is not in the Chanxin Temple, but at the top of Feilai Peak.

After all, Wu Sheng's attack power is too strong, and he can destroy mountains and rivers with a single palm. If he really fights in the Chanxin Temple, I am afraid that half of the temple will be destroyed afterwards.

As everyone approached the peak, they saw a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He was the patriarch of Chanxin Temple, Mu Xinzhi.

"I have seen Your Majesty."

Mu Xinzhi suddenly said.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads, only to find that Sima Tongsheng had disembarked from the dragon chariot at some point and was standing on the top of a big tree in the distance.

"Hehe, master, don't pay attention to me, just concentrate on recharging your energy, I'm very interested in the outcome of this battle."

Sima Tongsheng smiled lightly.

"Okay, I hope that today's battle will not disappoint His Majesty."

Mu Xinzhi raised his palms and said, then continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

After about a stick of incense.

Suddenly a shocking sword rose from the foot of the mountain, splitting everyone's minds like thunder from the sky.

Everyone hurriedly looked down the mountain, and saw a middle-aged man in green clothes walking towards the official road with a long sword on his back.

The man's footsteps were steady, his face was calm, and he walked up the mountain step by step without rushing.

"It's Jian Chi, he's finally here!"

"Why does he walk so slowly, as if he is not in a hurry?"

"He is building up his momentum, just like Mu Xinzhi sitting there adjusting his breath. They are both constantly improving their state. It can be said that although the two haven't started a battle yet, they have already started a contest on another level."

Everyone whispered, just stared at Jian Chi, and walked up the mountain road step by step.

Sword idiot, from the Jianghu sect Fengfeng Jianzong, has been addicted to swords since childhood.

This person was about the same age as Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi.

But it is different from the two who were born as geniuses, or had to meet strange people.

The former sword idiot was not very talented, and he didn't have any adventures. He was just obsessed with practicing swords.

In the early years, when Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi had already become masters, Jianchi was still a martial artist at the extreme state of acquired nature.

But 30 years ago in the East China Sea, after Jian Chi obtained the Unnamed Daoist Sutra, he began to retreat and practice, concentrating on studying the Daoist Sutra and the way of swordsmanship, seldom paying attention to outside worldly matters.

Maybe it's because of his sincerity in the sword, ten years ago, he actually comprehended a set of "Shocking Sword Code" from the Wuming Dao Jing.

Since then, Jian Chi's cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds. In just ten years, he has crossed from the acquired extreme state to the innate and master, and stepped into the realm of martial saints.

Such an encounter, although it can't be said that it was a sudden enlightenment and attained enlightenment, is rare in the world.

A stick of incense!

Two sticks of incense!

Three sticks of incense!

Jian Chi walked step by step like that, no one dared to urge him.

In front of him, everyone separated to both sides, for fear of being hit by his shocking sword and seriously injured.

After a long time, Jian Chi finally reached the top of the mountain, only eighteen steps away from Mu Xinzhi.

step!

Jian Chi's sword force doubled in vain!

Two steps!

The sword power has doubled again!

Three steps... Four steps... Five steps...

When Jian Chi reached the ninth step, his sword power had already soared into the sky, shaking the heaven and the earth.

At the same time, Mu Xinzhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, also stood up slowly, with a majestic and majestic sense of Zen in his body, as if a Buddha came to the world.

Zheng!

Jian Chi drew the long sword out of its sheath on the back, and the sharp sword energy slashed towards Mu Xinzhi as if it had opened up the world.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Mu Xinzhi recited the Buddha's name, put his left hand in front of his chest, and held a flower in his right hand.

Everyone felt that they were hallucinating. They seemed to see a tall Buddha statue standing behind Mu Xinzhi.

The Buddha statue also smiled like Mu Xinzhi, and stretched out his hand to block Jian Chi's terrifying sword aura.

boom!

When the sword's force collided with the Buddha's force, a terrifying force radiated out immediately, and the entire mountain was shattered directly, sending dust flying all over the sky.

Fortunately, the crowd of onlookers stood at a relatively far distance, otherwise hundreds of thousands of people would have died in just one blow.

In the dusty sky, the sharp sword energy and the radiant Buddha's light kept clashing, and even the clouds in the sky were stirred.

Everyone was stunned. Is this the strength of a martial saint?

Their power is so terrifying that it is no exaggeration to say that they can resist all armies with one force.

After a long time.

The dust all over the sky gradually dissipated, and everyone quickly stared into the distance.

On the top of the mountain that has been turned into ruins, Jianchi and Mu Xinzhi are still standing nine steps apart, as if they have not moved.

Suddenly, Jian Chi said: "As expected of the Supreme Being of Buddhism, I lost."

"Amitabha!"

Mu Xinzhi clasped his palms together: "It's just a difference of one move, it's not winning or losing, the poor monk just has the advantage at home."

"Master, don't be humble. With our level of cultivation, there is actually no difference between home and away games, because there are very few things in the world that can shake our hearts."

"Losing! I just lost! I'm not someone who can't afford to lose, but in the future when I improve my cultivation base, I will still challenge again. Farewell!"

Jian Chi put his sword back into its sheath, jumped down the mountain, and reached the foot of the mountain after a few ups and downs.

At this time, it was still quiet on the top of the mountain, and everyone hadn't recovered from the shocking battle just now.

Although Jian Chi lost, no one present dared to ridicule him.

After all, even if sword idiots count, they lost to other martial saints. As for them, I'm afraid they can't even catch half of their swords.

Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi looked solemnly at Jian Chi who was gradually receding on the official road.

In the hearts of the two of them, a thought arose almost at the same time - when Jian Chi came out next time, his strength might exceed the two of them.

The two couldn't help but think of what Zhao Mu had said 30 years ago, during the time of The Wizard of the East China Sea.

At that time, Zhao Mu told them that if they could put down their mundane affairs and concentrate on cultivation, they might step into the realm of heaven and man in the future.

But unfortunately, they didn't listen to Zhao Mu after all.

For 30 years, they have never been able to let go of the power in their hands, and have been sinking in the world of mortals, unable to extricate themselves.

Despite relying on their extreme talents, they have all stepped into the realm of martial saints.

But since then, their cultivation has slowed down for a long time, and even now they are almost overtaken by the backward Jian Chi.

"Is it true that we will no longer have the chance to break through to heaven and man in this life?"

The two sighed silently in their hearts.

"I don't know where Mister is now. If I can find it, I really want to ask Mister again, do we still have a chance?"

in the crowd.

"Sword idiot! I didn't expect such an interesting person to emerge from the Great Jin Dynasty."

"Sincere in the sword, with no other distractions, maybe in the future, in the Great Jin Dynasty, he will be the first one to ascend to heaven."

Zhao Mu sighed in admiration, then turned and went down the mountain: "Let's go, we should go somewhere else."

"Have you not seen them?"

Zhou Yue looked at Mu Xinzhi and Sima Tongsheng.

"It's gone, save yourself the trouble, let's meet again when I need their help in the future."

Zhao Mu shook his head, took the two girls straight down the mountain, and continued to travel around the world.

Chapter 74 The old man's heart!

Another few years passed.

Seven years have passed since Zhao Mu and the others left Dao Heart Valley.

This year, Yuwen Piaoxu was 90 years old, and her life was finally coming to an end.

before dying.

Yuwen Piaoxu said that he wanted to die by the sea and take a last look at the vast sea.

So Zhao Mu and Zhou Yue took him to the East China Sea.

Shuiyun City, the sea area where immortal cultivators once appeared.

The three sat on the beach, watching the setting sun in the distance, reflecting a bright golden light on the sea.

"I really hope there is reincarnation in the world, so that we may meet again in the future."

Yuwen Piaoxu's breath was weak, and he said slowly.

"Yes, I believe there must be reincarnation in this world, and I will definitely wait for you at the end of time."

Zhao Mu said softly.

"Hehe, don't comfort me. Even if there is reincarnation, I'm afraid we won't recognize each other at that time."

Yuwen Piaoxu shook his head, feeling extremely reluctant.

Zhou Yue sat on the side, silent all the time and did not speak.

Yuwen Piaoxu patted her hand: "Don't be sad, people are mortal, who can escape? Yue'er, stay with Jin Yan after I leave."

"It's a pity, I didn't get to practice earlier, otherwise I would be able to break through to Martial Saint and stay with you for a longer time."

Her voice became lower and lower until she fell into silence.

On the horizon, the setting sun finally fell completely, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Zhao Mu and Zhou Yue sat beside Yuwen Piaoxu, not saying a word, and sat for a long time without getting up.

Until, a large ship floated from the sea, and there was a strong smell of blood coming with the wind.

"I'll go take a look."

Zhou Yue got up and walked towards the big boat on the tide.

After about half a stick of incense, Zhou Yue's figure walked back from the sea again, but he was holding a baby in his arms.

"This is..." Zhao Mu looked at the other party.

"There are two parties on board, one should be the captain and his guards, and the other seems to be pirates, but they are both dead now, and they probably died together."

Zhou Yue looked down at the baby in her arms: "This little girl is very lucky. She was the only one who survived on that boat. Do you think she is destined to be with us and just happened to meet us here?"

"Maybe, what do you want?" Zhao Mu asked.