Keep Your Head Down

Guanjian enters the nine realms, this is a word that can shock everyone's jaws.

Luo Heshan's long sword was unsheathed, and he uttered rhetoric, but the four powerhouses present did not have the slightest suspicion.

This sword, the old man with the broken leg in front of him, started from practicing swordsmanship and has been nourished till now.

This vein of Luohe Mountain originally followed the path of the sword, and existed as the guardian of Qingzhou.

The natal sword can only be unsheathed ten times in a lifetime, and it is not only the natal sword that is nourished on weekdays, but also the ten sword qi in the scabbard.

His whole life, for this sword!

The middle-aged scholar looked at the back of the old man with the broken leg, and bowed again.

The dignified Sword Master flashed a solemn look in his eyes.

This sword, for him, will also be good luck!

Of the nine swords in front of Luohe Mountain so far, the middle-aged scholar has only seen two swords.

Under what circumstances he used the other swords, only the old man himself knew.

Among them, the ninth sword left a deep impression on the middle-aged scholar.

On that day, the Eye of Chaos fluctuated violently, causing the endless sea to dislike the endless waves.

Said to be ocean waves, but this wave after wave of monstrous waves is tantamount to one tsunami after another to the borders of Qingzhou.

At that time, both Ji Changkong and the middle-aged scholar were present.

Ji Changkong's move [Equality of all beings] finally reached the state of great achievement in the face of the tsunami.

As soon as the sword went down, the first wave of tsunami was directly cut flat, and above the sword energy, no matter what it was, it was cut off and directly annihilated in the world.

The middle-aged scholar stood behind his younger brother, and also cut out a sword to disperse the three layers of waves behind him.

As for the rest, they were all cut off by Luo Heshan's ninth sword.

The power of a sword is calm.

The entire sea is as smooth as a mirror.

After this incident, the two brothers and sisters from the Black Bamboo Forest line had a conversation.

The first thing Ji Changkong was angry with was, why did he only destroy one layer of waves while his senior brother was able to destroy three layers?

I, Ji Changkong, only weak Sword Sovereign!

It doesn't make sense!

The middle-aged scholar racked his brains and came to a conclusion.

"Because Junior Brother completely annihilated the waves and dissipated them into the world, and I just smashed the three layers of waves behind me."

Ji Changkong was satisfied with this conclusion.

Well, that's right.

After discussing this point, Ji Changkong began to comment on Luo Heshan's ninth sword.

"Senior brother, I can't catch the sword from old man Luo just now." Ji Changkong said.

After speaking, the old urchin squinted his eyes, hunched his back, and finally said honestly: "It's not that I can't catch it, if I were to face that sword, I would definitely die!"

He knew very well how terrifying the ninth sword was. Killing him in the eighth realm should not be too easy.

As soon as the sword came down, even if he tried his best, it would just be….. die a little slower.

I, Ji Changkong, have lived in the world all my life, a descendant of the dignified Heizhulin lineage, a sword cultivator in the eighth realm, and ranked second among the four great swords of Qingzhou.

With a sword like this, I can hold it for half a breath longer!

After giving his own evaluation, Ji Changkong glanced at the middle-aged scholar, his eyes seemed to say, "It's your turn to speak."

The middle-aged scholar met his younger brother's burning gaze, coughed lightly, and said, "Since my younger brother can't handle it, then I can't handle it either."

"Hmph, that's natural." Ji Changkong said.

After discussing this, Ji Changkong looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know what the sight of this old man will be when he cuts the tenth sword?"

And this tenth sword is today!

The natal sword in Luo Heshan's hand made a sound of sword cries.

This sword energy, and this kind of intent, he has raised all his life.

The loud chirping of the sword even covered up the dragon roar of the Nine Realm Dragon King.

The giant dragon of the ninth realm flew forward, where the sea was frozen and snow drifted in the air.

Whether it is momentum or power, it has reached its peak.

The terrifying coercion of the ninth realm is blowing at the face, and it seems to be two worlds in front and behind it.

If it is said that the sudden appearance of the four powerhouses before made it a little bit afraid, when Luo Heshan pulled out the sword of life, uneasiness and fear grew in his heart.

This sword is now fighting with high spirits, but its breath is restrained.

But it happened that it had an instinctive unease.

Luo Heshan glanced at the giant dragon who was still a long way away from him.

In front of the giant dragon, this old **** is so insignificant.

The long sword in his hand is not even as good as the dragon tooth of the Nine Realm Dragon King.

The sword in Luo Heshan's hand suddenly moved.

"Suan Xiucai, you have to remember it!" Luo Heshan said again.

The lineage of Luohe Mountain has been passed down to this day, and his realm is not the highest. He and his masters and ancestors have similar realms, and they are almost all in this realm.

But his zi [meaning] is the most prosperous.

His sword is also the sharpest!

This old man with a broken leg disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, a golden light suddenly burst in the air!

The three eyes of the Dragon King of the Nine Realms dilated in an instant, and it was too late to think.

In other words, the last sword of life that this old man, who is like an ant in his eyes, has surpassed his cognition.

The long sword instantly pierced into the Dragon King's head.

The grumpy old man with a broken leg had sharp eyes and said, "Trouble Qingzhou, have you ever asked the old man about his sword!?"

This giant dragon seemed to be only stabbed by the long sword, but in fact, all parts of the body were destroyed by the sword energy.

Must die!

Slashing nine realms with one sword, what a joy!

However, Luo Heshan still felt unsatisfied.

Not enough, not enough fun!

This sword contains the meaning of his life.

How can such an ordinary ninth realm be enough?

It is true that even if he does not take action, let the four powerhouses unite to deal with this dragon king, and should pay a certain price, he should be able to win terribly.

However, this is not worth it.

Luo Heshan only has one sword, and he only has one sword that can slay the ninth realm alien beast.

And the middle-aged scholar is the sword cultivator who has the most hope of entering the ninth realm in the entire Profound Sky Realm so far.

A sword in the ninth realm, and a sword repair in the ninth realm, naturally the latter is more precious.

The last sword in his life was to open the way for the middle-aged scholar!

The old man, I will give him a good fortune and cut a road to the ninth realm for him!

This avenue that has been dark for thousands of years should have a light.

What's more, the same destination, whether it is a holy teacher, an Arhat, or a sinister, can also get their own insights under the sword of the strongest.

Although they are not swordsmen, their experience is definitely not as good as that of middle-aged scholars, but their personal strength must be improved.

However, the grumpy old man with a broken leg was still not satisfied.

Still don't feel comfortable enough.

Still not enough! Still not enough!

What's more, how could this be the case with his last sword in his lifetime?

The old man screamed in the sky, and then his wrist jerked.

The next moment, the sword energy accumulated in the Dragon King's body instantly exploded.

This 100-meter-long dragon burst open from start to finish in an instant.

Luo Heshan shouted loudly, holding the sword in one hand, then suddenly raised the sword and drew it to the sky!

The dazzling golden light went toward the sky of Qingzhou, and the sword energy began to spread forward.

forward! forward! forward!

A hundred miles in one breath, a thousand miles in ten breaths!

The sea of ​​​​clouds over Qingzhou was instantly split by the aftermath of this sword, resulting in a terrifying scene of no clouds for a hundred miles, no clouds for a thousand miles, and no clouds for thousands of miles.

He wanted this sword energy to run through the entire sky above Qingzhou.

He wants all sword cultivators in Qingzhou to see this sword.

Thousands of miles with one sword!

"Little Yangshu, what do you think of Grandpa's sword!" Luo Heshan muttered to himself.

 …

 …

Qingzhou, Sword Sect.

Yu Yue came out of the [Sword Prison], he was exhausted and bruised all over his body.

But fortunately, he has successfully entered the realm of great practitioners, and he can make more breakthroughs just by retreating.

His number one fan brother, Chen Xiao, was already waiting outside the [Sword Prison].

When he saw that Senior Brother Yu Yue successfully broke through the sword prison, he immediately greeted him and congratulated him, and reached out his hand to help him.

Yu Yue waved her hand to refuse and said, "Junior Brother Chen, I'm fine."

Immediately afterwards, he asked, "Is there any news about Senior Brother Lu during my time in [Sword Prison]?"

Chen Xiao heard the words and said, "Senior Brother Yu Yue, don't you know that what Lu Sect has done during this period of time is a wonderful thing."

Just as he was about to elaborate, he and Yu Yue raised their heads in shock.

A golden beam of light suddenly passed over Jianzong, smashing all the clouds in the air.

It stands to reason that such a golden beam of light, so terrifying, so abruptly, will make people not know what it is, and will also feel fear.

But the sword cultivators won't.

Sword cultivators can see that this is a sword energy with just one glance.

There is only awe in their hearts.

"Who the **** cut out this sword energy, and it's so... so earth-shattering!" Chen Xiao couldn't help but utter a sound, and then glanced at Yu Yue.

I saw Yu Yue's pupils trembling slightly, and her eyes revealed infinite yearning and infinite respect.

This sword will benefit him for life!

Chen Xiao's talent is naturally not as good as Yu Yue, who is a flawless sword body, but as a true swordsman, he also sees a lot of things from this sword.

And this sword, the more you think about it, the more terrifying you will feel!

The fear in the heart will be even greater.

After the beam of light in the sky dissipated and he left the Jianzong area, Yu Yue looked at the direction where the sword light was going, bowed and said, "Yu Yue, thank you for your guidance!"

Chen Xiao immediately followed suit, bowed his head, and said loudly, "Chen Xiao, thank you for your guidance!"

In fact, at this moment, the sword sect up and down, will think of such a voice from time to time.

It's just that some of the people who speak out may be outside disciples, some may be true disciples, and some are deacons, elders, and even.... Sword Sect Sect Master Li Suifeng!

Looking at this sword, Li Suifeng instantly guessed who it was from.

This sword, even he in the eighth realm, has a lot of feelings.

He bent over to bow, and said solemnly, "Senior Xie Luo protect Qingzhou, protect Tianxuan!"

……..

……..

The sword light continued to move forward, and wherever it went, everyone looked up at the sky.

At this moment, a child is constantly swinging his sword in the mountains.

After a thousand swings of the sword, the child immediately became tired and cried.

This timid little boy was very self-conscious. His master told him to swing his sword 500 times in each hand.

But he was very aggrieved, his eyes were red and red, he just felt really tired, and his hands were about to be cut off.

If it wasn't for the fact that his young body had already used the marrow-washing herb, it would be considered a Taoist body, otherwise it would be too much to bear.

The tiger-headed child sucked his nose and sat down under the big tree, crying silently.

Perhaps because of his anger, the child's temper suddenly came up, and the little wooden sword that was beside him kicked away.

"Woooooo! Practice swords and swords! I, I don't want to practice swords! I want to eat braised pork made by grandma, woohoo!"

The little boy wiped away his tears and sniffled, then suddenly looked up at the sky.

The sword light in the sky was so dazzling that the little boy opened his mouth wide in shock, and his snot almost flowed into his mouth.

When Jianguang was far away, the little boy got up and trotted to pick up the little wooden sword that he kicked away.

He looked up at Jianguang, and then at the small wooden sword in his hand.

What shocking words can a child say, he just clenched the wooden sword and made a sound:

"Wow~"

……..

……..

Qingzhou, Momen.

The young Yang Shu just left the courtyard where Lu Chaoge lived and walked towards the bamboo house he was familiar with.

He has been away from Momen for many years, and the bamboo house he lives in has been empty for many years.

But how can I forget where my house is?

The night at Momendan Qingfeng is so peaceful, and the feeling of returning home is so warm.

There is a tugging, easy-to-impatient master-master here.

There are teachers and brothers and sisters who care about them.

Now there is a cute little sister.

Home is always the most comfortable place, but poplar has a little bit of habit.

He was accustomed to staying beside the irritable old man with broken legs, accustomed to his scolding, accustomed to raising his hand and slapping his head hard.

The young poplar also suffered at night and was wronged.

But now that I recall it, I glanced at the comfortable pair of straw sandals on my feet, and a faint smile appeared on that delicate face.

But not long after walking, he suddenly stopped, and then looked up at the sky.

In an instant, his mind trembled.

For some reason, he recognized the sword at a glance.

"grandfather!"

……..

……..

One person, ten people, a hundred people.... countless people.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

All the sword cultivators in Qingzhou, all players, as long as the conditions allowed, they all saw this sword light across the air.

Slaying the dragon with one sword, roaring for thousands of miles.

Everyone has their own talents, their own experiences, and their own heritage.

This caused everyone to have different perceptions when they looked at this sword.

Some people may have more enlightenment and benefit for a lifetime.

Some people may be less enlightened and shocked.

But no matter what, from now on a hundred years, or even a thousand years, or even longer, some people will remember this sword, and some people will continue to discuss this sword!

The border of Qingzhou, above the endless sea.

This old man with a broken leg shouted loudly before the first sword light was cold in Qingzhou.

This sentence is the [meaning] that the old man with the broken leg has saved his whole life.

"This sword is given to all sword cultivators in Qingzhou, and you all understand it!"

Behead a dragon in the ninth realm?

not enough!

Pointing to the four powerhouses of the Profound Sky?

not enough!

This old man's sword~www.wuxiaspot.com~ should be seen by all swordsmen in Qingzhou!

He opened his own sword and all his kendo insights to everyone.

This is what I want!

From now on, this old man will be the master of all junior sword cultivators in Qingzhou...

——【Master of One Sword】!

The white-haired old man with a broken leg overlooked the endless sea, with his sword scabbard, the long sword cracked, the scabbard shattered, and only one sentence echoed over the sea.

"And have fun."

.........

(ps: ask for double monthly passes!)