When the devil respects life as a waste

As deep as the sea and galloping like a hurricane, this is a rare spiritual flow in the world.

The way of heaven is moderate.Too little spiritual power will dry up the meridians of the cultivator; and the spiritual power will burst the meridians of the cultivator like a surging, roaring river, causing the meridians to burst and die.

Xie Lingjun, enduring the spiritual flow like a river and sea, and with an incomparably strong will, channeled the spiritual flow, and swayed out the roaring and churning spiritual power.

Human and sword are one, at this moment, he himself is a sword.

After Xie Lingjun left the Divine Sword of Destiny, what he held was not his own divine soul, but an ordinary iron sword. Instead, his understanding of the way of swords improved to a higher level.

In the past, he thought that the unity of man and sword was to integrate his own sword heart into the sword; now, he himself is a sword, it doesn't matter whether he has a sword in his hand, or what the sword heart is.

The ancient blue dragon unleashed the coercion of the Supreme Realm.Under the coercion, even Jiang Xie, the master of the Qingyang Pavilion, struggled.Jiang Xie is already in the late stage of the state of selflessness, and he is so difficult, not to mention that Xie Lingjun has just stepped into the state of selflessness.

It's just that Xie Lingjun's understanding of the way of the sword is unrivaled in the world, which cannot be compensated by any realm, and this can prevent him from crawling and trembling in front of the dragon.

Facing such a fetish, is there a chance of survival?

Xie Lingjun's eyes were shining, and his blood was boiling.

Behind him is the ancient god who symbolizes death; and in front of him, the light of life is blocked by the black dragon.

The spiritual flow whizzing out from Xie Lingjun's body was strong enough to resist the coercion of the ancient black dragon, and facing the thunderstorm, it turned into a sharp sword and went straight to Wei Lianying.

Even if there is no life, Xie Lingjun will use his sword to open up a glimmer of life!

Wei Lianying seemed as cold as a cold mountain, as ice as snow, but when she fought against a strong enemy, every inch of her meridians screamed for killing.

Facing Xie Lingjun's Jianliu, Wei Lianying's mood was exactly the same as Xie Lingjun's.

Chess meets opponent.

What a joy it is.

These two dance in a place of the size of death.

"It's useless, you can't pierce Canglong's thunderstorm. Although you are going to die, there is one thing I want to tell you. I admire you." Wei Lianying looked at Xie Lingjun and said excitedly.

Wei Lianying's cold eyes shed two lines of blood and tears; her hair was full of black hair, and dark red blood dripped out.

This is the price she paid for the artifact and the Canglong.

Xie Lingjun remained silent, sword after sword, continuing his actions silently and firmly.

"Ow—"

The Canglong roared, resounding throughout the Changbai Mountains.

The sword of Jiang Xie, the master of the Qingyang Pavilion, pierced into the scales of the Canglong, which were as hard as armor.

"Wei Lianying," Jiang Xie shouted, "You are enough! With your strength, even if you can't win this competition, so what? You are still ranked at the top, why do you want to kill Xie Lingjun?"

Wei Lianying controlled the Canglong, and said to Xie Lingjun: "He doesn't understand! Look, he doesn't understand us! Xie Lingjun, how about you, do you understand?"

"I understand." Xie Lingjun lightly opened his thin lips, and said two words lightly. This was the first time he spoke since the start of the competition.

Canglong swept out the long tail, Jiang Xie couldn't dodge at all, he was knocked down immediately, and fell from mid-air.

Xie Lingjun's pupils dilated, and the meridians around his body expanded again.Breaking and reshaping have accumulated more than [-] times. Also in the period of self-realm, his meridian is no less than that of himself in the previous life.

Rush forward.

Not only the meridians are being disconnected, but every inch of skin on the body is being torn apart.Facing the coercion of the dragon, it broke through the wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Rush into Shenlong's right eye.

Like ants, they penetrate into the giant eyes of white elephants.

Among the golden longan eyes, Wei Lianying stood in a green shirt.

"I caught you." Xie Lingjun said softly.

Really entering the coercion of Shenlong's Supreme Realm, entering the vertical pupil of Shenlong, Xie Lingjun could no longer attract the spiritual current like a mountain roar and tsunami, and could no longer turn himself into a divine sword.

On Xie Lingjun's head, the ink-colored hairband with a red edge was split, and the black hair was like a waterfall, messy in the boundless spiritual power and murderous aura.

Wei Lianying did not expect that Xie Lingjun was only at the level of me even because of the advanced spiritual flow, how could he withstand the pressure of the supreme level and rush into the vertical pupil of the dragon?

She swung the seven strings, and each string was full of murderous intent.

"Your left hand, you use it to press the emblem, and to chant notes. If you break your left hand, can you still play the qin?" Xie Lingjun ignored the string of murder, and stabbed Wei Lianying's left arm with the sword in a way that would hurt both sides.

Wei Lianying picked up the guqin to block, and took a step back: "You are too crazy!"

Xie Lingjun made another sword strike: "Right hand, chop and pick, tick and pluck, pinch wheel and stab. If your right hand is broken, can you still play the piano?"

There was a smile in Wei Lianying's bloody eyes: "The piano is in my heart, why not?"

"I can't," Xie Lingjun shook his head, "You have already lost. I used the formation as a supplement, and I still won with the sword. I didn't release the sword for a moment. You mainly use the guqin, but win with the dragon. The piano is no longer in your heart."

silent.

In the quiet night, the stars shine again in the sky, and the moon hangs high.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped.

The sound of the piano is cut off, and the long sword is closed.

Xie Lingjun and Wei Lianying fell from the sky.

When they were about to land, a gust of warm wind blew by, and both of them stepped lightly on the muddy and slippery ruins.

Xie Lingjun knelt on one knee, holding his sword with his right hand to keep himself from falling.He gulped out blood, as if he wanted to pour out all the remaining things in his body along with the blood.

Once you draw your sword, you will never disappoint the sword in your hand.

Then, live to die.

After the rain, a gust of wind blows, and the water on the branches is blown to the ground.

"Acceptance." Xie Lingjun said.

The chirping of birds, howling of tigers, howling of wolves, the sounds covered by the roar of the blue dragon, resounded in the forest without interruption.

"You won," Wei Lianying walked towards the mountain without looking back, holding the dead wood dragon in his arms, "Xie Lingjun. You are very strong...wait for me, I will become stronger until my qin can kill yours sword."

"Wait for you." Xie Lingjun smiled, carelessly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Xie Lingjun."

A voice like spring water sounded above his head.

Xie Lingjun raised his head, and Shen Zhengze stood in front of him.Shen Zhengze blocked the moonlight, his expression was gloomy and unclear, only a few strands of down hair swaying slightly in the breeze, mixed with the faint moonlight.

Xie Lingjun heard Shen Zhengze say: "You are fine... You once told me that you wanted me to see your sword, and now I see it."

——"Xie Lingjun."

But there is only one Xie Lingjun in the world.

- "You are fine."

But not as good as the person in my heart.

——"You once told me that you wanted me to see your sword, and now I see it."

Stronger than the man I long for, your sword is no less than him.

Shen Zhengze lowered his head to see Xie Lingjun standing up slowly while holding his sword.

Shen Zhengze said slowly: "What I promised you, I still keep it. I will wait for you to kill me."

You are very strong, because of this, Xie Lingjun, I will kill you.If I said that I agreed to your life-and-death covenant earlier, I felt pity for your dedication to the way of swordsmanship, and thank you for your recognition of me.So at this moment, I really want to kill you.

"Promise for a thousand years," Shen Zhengze raised his head slightly, watching Xie Lingjun who was fully up, "1000 years later, I will fight with you. At that time, life and death will be a fight, and there will be no end to death."

I'm going to kill you, there is only one Xie Lingjun in this world, you shouldn't exist.Your existence will take away half of his brilliance. The world only needs to see my Xie Lingjun, and I want everyone to only see my Xie Lingjun.

Xie Lingjun.mine.

"Okay." Xie Lingjun straightened his back, lowered his eyes, and stared deeply at Shen Zhengze.After a while, he agreed, showing a shallow smile.

The moonlight fell on Xie Lingjun's face, completely outlining his bright face.

Under the stars and the moon, the gazes of the two finally blended together again in the way of life and death.

Killing intent.smile.

The breeze after the rain always brings a little coolness.

Xie Lingjun took a step towards the muddy ruins, and picked up the thrown away scabbard from the mud.He pulled away the black cloth strips wrapped in layers of the scabbard, revealing a brand new, silver-white scabbard.

The sword was old from much use, but the older it got the sharper it was.

The scabbard is well wrapped so it's still as good as new.

"Pavilion Master," Xie Lingjun walked towards Jiang Xie, "I want to be your apprentice, I have already proved myself."

"I implore the pavilion master to accept me as an apprentice." Holding the sword.

"I did not disgrace my name." Kneel down.

"My name is Xie Lingjun." Kowtow.

Jiang Xie's expression was complicated. He saw another reflection of Xie Lingjun from Xie Lingjun's body.

Is this one person, or two people?

Jiang Xie thought to himself, they should be the same, the name Xie Lingjun was chosen by him, so they must use the same name.

But if he really accepts Xie Lingjun as his apprentice, can he still be ruthless?

"Okay." Jiang Xie's voice was very weak, and as soon as he uttered it, it immediately dissipated in the wind.

Xie Lingjun, the son of Xie Changhuai.

Jiang Xie was bathed in blood, and from the abyss, hugging Xie Lingjun, who was born with inadequacy, he fought all the way out of the demon world and into the human world.He accepted Xie Ling as his apprentice. Once, he had, and only had, this one apprentice.He taught with his heart and passed on everything he had learned in his life.His expectations, his hard work.

At first, there was only one Xie Lingjun.Now, Jiang Xie has three apprentices, two named Xie Lingjun.In this world, there should be only one Xie Lingjun.What happened later, was it right or wrong?

"Master...Master..." Xie Lingjun's voice seemed to be trembling slightly, but also seemed to be as calm as a windless sea.

Jiang Xie came back to his senses, took a step forward, leaned over to hold Xie Lingjun's arm, and helped him up.

"Xie Lingjun," he called out the name, "from now on, you will be my third disciple. Your senior brother is named Xie Lingjun, and your second senior brother is named Shen Zhengze."

"Yes." Xie Lingjun agreed.

He himself became his senior brother; the opponent he swore to kill became his second senior brother.

Is this fate?

Jiang Xie stared closely at Xie Lingjun's eyes, and said solemnly: "You said that you have lived up to your name."

Xie Lingjun affirmed: "Yes."

Jiang Xie: "Say it again, your name."

Xie Lingjun said without thinking, "My name is Xie Lingjun."

The author has something to say: After that, it should be a long period of relatively relaxed and lively study routine.

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Disciples of Qingyang Pavilion: You damned man, please stop exuding your charm!

Xie Lingjun: ...

Disciples: Goldfinger almost blinded us, it hurts so much to be slapped in the face!

Xie Lingjun: I don't understand what you're talking about, I'm just here to make friends.