Sword comes

Qi Jingchun's huge dharma image, pure white and ethereal, sits in awe on the northernmost territory of East Treasure Pingzhou.

The sea of ​​​​clouds rolled and slowly pressed down, constantly approaching Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun looked up and smiled freely.

Above the sea of ​​​​clouds, a majestic voice sounded: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know that the Tao of Heaven is selfless! As a Confucian student, you are born with compassion towards Lizhu Cave.

Along with the words of the immortal in the sky, it seemed that there were bursts of thunder swiftly rolling away in the sea of ​​clouds, and those fleeting flashes of lightning and thunder continued to penetrate from the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds.

Follow the law.

Another immortal sneered: "What nonsense are you talking about with this nerd! If you want to do a great feat, you must first ask my fist if it agrees!"

At the same time, Yunhai was scooped down by a huge golden palm, pushing away the thick cloud and mist, revealing a hole, and a beam of light fell in front of Qi Jingchun's dharma image.

There was a sound of Buddha singing in the west, and he said with compassion: "Qi Shizhu, meditate with one thought, and surpass the Buddha land."

Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "After the battle of killing the dragon, the town has been able to enjoy 3000 years of great luck, and the descendants of future generations have produced a large number of talents. The monks in Dongtian have no objections, and I, Qi Jingchun, naturally have no right to dictate this matter. If the Dao wants to suppress this world today, just come here, it is nothing more than me, Qi Jingchun, to bear this for the people of the town The catastrophe, the way of heaven and the rules have not fallen into the void, why do you stop it?"

The immortal who stretched out a big hole in the sea of ​​​​clouds laughed wantonly, "Haha, the surname is Qi, do you really not know the reason, or are you pretending to be crazy?"

Qi Jingchun didn't know when he had stretched out a hand and turned the bead that contained a small hole in the sky into a fist, holding it in the palm of his hand.

In the palm of my hand, inside the cave, above the town, is a mysterious scene where day suddenly turns into night.

At this moment, the snow-white palm that protected Lizhu Dongtian seemed to be attacked by an invisible attack from all directions. Feiyu, a "snowflake" as big as a mountain peak, fell off the back of Qi Jingchun's hand and fell into the world, but it disappeared before landing.

The Immortal Yunshang, who was sitting high near the cave in the sea of ​​clouds, laughed loudly: "Little Confucian scholar, rebellious against the Great Dao, and beyond his own power! This seat will accompany you to play first!"

If you look up from the extreme distance of East Treasure Pingzhou, and you can break through the masking formation created by the immortals, you will be able to vaguely see an extremely spectacular scene, breaking through the huge hole in the sea of ​​​​clouds, and first revealing a black spot. , pointing straight down, then a sword tip, and finally revealing the whole picture, it is a "pocket" flying sword with the same length as Qi Jingchun's finger.

The first one just appeared in the world, the second one followed and fell from elsewhere, the third and fourth one descended from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky to the human world, a total of twelve flying swords.

Lined up, hovering high in the sky.

Like an iron cavalry lined up, someone tightened the reins, just waiting for an order to charge and chisel the formation.

Above the sea of ​​​​clouds, a golden giant sat cross-legged at will, with huge golden eyes, his fists resting on his knees, and his right fist slowly pulled out an index finger and flicked it.

A flying sword took the lead in lashing towards the arm of Qi Jingchun's fist.

The speed of Feijian's fall was as fast as lightning, and on the trajectory, a continuous cloud tail was pulled out.

The flying sword instantly penetrated the arm of Qi Jingchun's law, and stopped abruptly when it was only a few feet away from the ground.

Above the sea of ​​​​clouds, the golden giant's right fist and index finger gently rotated, the flying sword drew an arc and returned to the sky. At the same time, the left hand tapped and flicked. arm.

Two fingers up and down each other.

The twelve flying swords fell straight and returned in an arc.

Ups and downs, and so on.

After Qi Jingchun's arm was shot by the flying swords, it became scarred and numerous black holes appeared.

Qi Jingchun looked calm about this, seeing that another wave of flying sword pierces was about to start a new round of rushing.

Really aggressive.

Qi Jingchun calmly said four words: "Spring breeze is proud."

A flying sword still stabbed straight at Qi Jingchun's arm, but this time it didn't wait for it to be nailed into the arm, just like the pine needles were swayed and skewed by a gust of wind, not only this flying sword, but also the eleven flying swords after that. The one exception is returning without success. Surrounding Qi Jingchun's Dharma, he flies slowly following a certain established trajectory. The sword body trembles, waiting for an opportunity to move, making a slight hissing sound.

Not only that, the spring breeze that filled the sky and the earth supported the falling sea of ​​clouds without showing any trace.

The golden giant bare his chest, and he was condescending. Seeing the twelve flying swords, he couldn't find any flaws. He was a little surprised, "Huh?"

Qi Jingchun didn't care much about these flying swords, which were incomparably powerful to the cultivators in the world. He always stared at the clenched fist.

Someone in the world, Lao Zhu Huang, said that Lizhu Dongtian, a bead suspended over Dongbao Pingzhou, has been around for 3000 years. It should have wrapped the outer wall of the bead in the hands of the next sage Ruan Qiong 60 years later. , will be completely broken, just like a piece of porcelain, the outer glaze color has fallen off and peeled off.When the time comes, the way of heaven will crush it, and it will inevitably be like a broken bamboo. Although no one will die on the spot, everyone in the town will lose their next life. Qi Jingchun specially read Buddhist scriptures for this, and even inferred a terrible consequence. The more than [-] people in the town were killed The "substitute ghost" used to bear the majestic power of the sky may fall into the hungry ghost realm of the Western Buddhist kingdom for life after life, and can never be detached.

Ruan Qiong, a military cultivator and swordsmith, is the last saint in Lizhu Dongtian to sit in all directions. His duty at that time is not to protect the safety of the people in the town, but to prevent anyone from escaping this heavenly punishment.

The golden giant sounded like a drum, rumbling across the sky, and laughed loudly: "Some people say that you Qi Jingchun is not simple, you have two natal characters, besides the spring character, there is another static character that breaks the rules, come come come , let this seat open your eyes!"

Every time the giant uttered a word, he hit his knee with his fist.

After three times, the sea of ​​clouds surged violently like boiling water in a pot.

At the bottom of the sea of ​​​​clouds, the breeze that was invisible to the naked eye also swayed, the light was chaotic, and the light and dark alternated.

巨人

Said: "You have a spring breeze, and this seat has a rain of flying swords, I want to pour cold water on you!"

After the words, countless golden threads penetrated through the sea of ​​clouds and the breeze.

If you use the giant body as a comparison, those golden silk threads are like small embroidery needles with long and short nails, but they are densely packed, thousands of them.

Qi Jingchun still stared at his fists, and did not change his color after hearing the sound, and said softly: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens."

I saw raindrops splattered on the ground around the dharma image sitting upright.

Then these raindrops that kept emerging, slid into the sky counterintuitively.

The rain curtain hangs upside down.

Just because of the poem that the Confucian sage Qi Jingchun recited silently.

The golden and splendid flying sword rain, from top to bottom, starts from the spring rain curtain of the earth, from bottom to top.

Hit hard together!

There was a lot of air above his head, but Qi Jingchun didn't see it, didn't listen, didn't speak.

Around Qi Jingchun's fist, lightning dragons were born out of thin air and smashed on the back of his hand.

There are three colors of lightning, scarlet, cyan, and white. They seem to be chaotic, but the three are distinct and do not intertwine alternately, but are intertwined into three large nets.

Dharma's fist, debris splashed, flying feathers fluttering, and constantly attenuated.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "The wind is calm."

Three-color lightning, only the snow-white lightning stood still without warning, but the other two types of lightning still followed the rules, which made a scarlet lightning slam into a snow-white lightning, and a cyan lightning bound the scarlet lightning.Skynet, which was sparse but not missed, turned out to be confusing and disorderly.

Above the sea of ​​​​clouds, an old voice sounded leisurely, "There is a way to move!"

It's just that after a short while, the three lightning legal nets that had tended to be chaotic, regained the orderly majesty of heaven.

Beating and hitting Qi Jingchun's fist again and again.

Qi Jingchun sighed slightly.

"It's almost the same as a small fight, Qi Jingchun, how dare you take this punch from this seat!"

A golden fist fell from the hole in the sea of ​​clouds to Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun's idle right hand was raised high, palm up, blocking the pressing punch.

Qi Jingchun's Dharma figure suddenly fell a hundred feet, but the sea of ​​clouds was also lifted a hundred feet by a turbulent breeze.

It was like a distance of two hundred meters between heaven and earth.

"Come again!"

The golden immortal fell with a punch, and every time the fist was thunderous, I am afraid that the Five Mountains of the Five Mountains of any dynasty in Dongbaopingzhou would not be able to withstand his punch.

The snow-white Qi Jingchun's dharma image just raised her arms and held them high.

First, the palm of Fa Xiang's palm was smashed into a big hole, then the whole palm was smashed, and then the arm was smashed by golden fists section by section.

Qi Jingchun, who was severely damaged by the law, was still indifferent, and all his attention was always on his left hand, which was clenching his fist.

From the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulder, it is covered with Taoist talismans wandering with thunder and lightning, and each character is as big as a house.

The old voice continued to sound, "Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you want, you can follow the poor way of cultivation."

Qi Jingchun turned her head slightly and stared down at the arm that was riddled with holes. It was already covered with the supreme prophecy written by the Taoist sages, and it was a good one to act for the heavens.

Qi Jingchun let out a sigh of relief and said solemnly, "Qingjing..."

The old voice revealed a burst of anger, "Qi Jingchun, you are bold!"

With an angry shout, Qi Jingchun's words after "Qingjing" were abruptly overshadowed.

High in the sky, there are two fingers close together to make a sword, which can easily break through the sea of ​​​​clouds and slash down!

It was the arm that directly clenched Qi Jingchun's fist and fell off his shoulder!

In the distance, there was an imperceptible sigh, full of regret.

Confucian sages do not transgress.

Qi Jingchun should not have stepped over the Taoist Thunder Pond.

After the finger sword successfully cut off Qi Jingchun's arm, it seemed that the master was still angry, and the two fingers quickly retracted into the sea of ​​​​clouds. fist.

Qi Jingchun withdrew the half of his right arm above his head, quickly blocked the top of the beads, hugged him, and protected him in front of him.

The immortal's fingers moved forward without any suspense, piercing through Qi Jingchun's arm without any suspense, and the punch of the golden giant from the hole smashed firmly on Qi Jingchun's head.

The dharma image of Qi Jingchun was shaky.

Although the stump is broken, the sleeves are still swaying, and he has the romance of a scholar, but the more this is, the more appalling he looks.

Being punched in the head again, Qi Jingchun continued to sink.

One punch after another, as if he wouldn't stop until he smashed the scholar into the ground.

The dilapidated dharma image, tightly guarding the fist in front of him, the bead, the Lizhu cave, and the people who would call him "Mr. Qi" when they met.

This dharma image moved his lips slightly, and recited silently, "The stars follow the rotation, the sun and the moon rise, the four eras are in control, the yin and yang are greatly transformed, the wind and rain are generous, and all things are born in their own way, and each is cultivated in its own way. . . . "

Inside a small cave.

In the village school, not a single Meng Tong was present.

There was a Confucian scholar in blue shirt sitting alone, not only had his temples white, but his hair was also white.

The scholar's seven orifices were bleeding and his flesh was blurred.

The broken soul is more complete than a piece of porcelain that has been smashed to the ground.

The scholar looked extremely happy, closed his eyes, smiled, and passed away.

The world has me, Qi Jingchun.

The world is happy, so am I.

This year, in this world, spring goes very late and summer arrives very late.