Xiao Jiang flipped the popsicle with his fingers like a windmill and said:
"The ten thousand swords around your waist have returned to the sect. I would like to see for a moment whether Brother Sword Emperor is willing to do it. I just want to see if you don't. By the way, how about letting you see a move of the real emperor's sword?"
The man's face changed slightly, but according to Xiao Jiang's statement, he was not a robber. He was indeed the Sword Emperor that Xiao Jiang said, the eldest disciple of the Sword Sect. He was supposed to be the emperor of the day, but because he was obsessed with practicing swords, he gave up the throne and joined the Sword Sect.
Practice.
The Sword Sect collapsed unexpectedly many years ago, and the Sword Emperor had mastered the secret book of the sect's secret skill, Wan Jian Returning to the Sect, but he found nothing over the years, because the so-called Wan Swords Returning to the Sect was just a third-rate swordsmanship secret book.
The Sword Emperor stared at Xiao Jiang again and again, he laughed and said:
"If you can really let me see the real sword of the emperor, it wouldn't be a big deal to show you these ten thousand swords. But if you can't get my approval, don't blame me for not keeping my credibility."
Xiao Jiang nodded and took out the long gem sword from his waist. He nodded to the Sword Emperor. Suddenly his expression turned solemn and solemn. He turned the long sword in his hand and inserted it into the ground. He folded his hands and pressed it on the hilt.
, there was just a clanging sound between heaven and earth, and dense phantoms of flowers, birds, fish, and insects began to appear around Xiao Jiang. Gradually, the surrounding snow-capped mountains seemed to disappear, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were constantly turning under his feet.
The Xiaojiang man was still standing. Under his feet was the top of the majestic mountain. Hundreds of birds were flying around, fish and insects were kowtowing. A transcendent and distant atmosphere enveloped everything.
"Plop."
The Sword Emperor was already kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly. The woman watching all this shouted:
"Master, what are you doing?"
The Sword Emperor murmured as if he didn't know what the woman was saying:
"The emperor's majesty cannot be violated by mortals. Disciples bow to the emperor."
A faint smile appeared on Xiao Jiang's face and he sheathed his sword. The illusion around him instantly dissipated. It took several seconds for the Sword Emperor to wake up. Looking at Xiao Jiang with a smile on his face, he took out a book from his waist and threw it to Xiao Jiang.
Jiang said:
"A certain word of Jiuding, a master's sword and all sentient beings will be convinced. Even if this Ten Thousand Swords Sect is really a peerless sword technique, it seems that it is no match for you."
Xiao Jiang quickly looked through the secret book, threw the book to the Sword Emperor with a smile and said:
"My sword does not kill people. Mortal swords are the swordsmanship for killing mortals. It is better to learn more. Okay, I have seen it. I should go on my way. If we are destined to meet again, I will say goodbye."
The voices dispersed, Xiao Jiang's figure slowly faded and disappeared, and the woman said in shock:
"He disappeared?"
The Sword Emperor pointed at a flashing black spot on the mountain opposite and said:
"It does not disappear but leaves a phantom voice. He has this ability because of his extreme lightness skills. This is the real strong man. His sword does not kill mortals. It seems that any sword, the divine sword, the holy sword, the Emperor Sword, is a mortal in his eyes.
This move carries the majesty of all things in the world, what sword can compete with it?"
Not only the Sword Emperor was confused, but Xiao Jiang was also confused. Even after he obtained the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit and understood this move of Heaven and Earth Sword, he still didn't know why.
This move is contained in the sword spirit, and it should contain the Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi's understanding of all things in the world. For Xiao Jiang, he can only apply it but cannot fully understand it.
The Sword Emperor has pursued the Emperor's Sword Intention all his life, but he can only surrender obediently in front of this move. Xiao Jiang already knows the practice method of Wanjian Guizong. Although Tianjian Wuming relies on the waste points to practice, Bu Jingyun
No, Xiao Jiang can naturally think of a way.
After leaving the snow mountain, Xiao Jiang returned all the way to Songshan Mountain. Just as he was about to follow the mountain road to the devil's underground cave, he saw a gloomy-faced monk sitting cross-legged in the middle of the mountain road.
Xiao Jiang looked at the monk and said:
"Monk, you are blocking the road."
The monk opened his eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Jiang, who was carrying a long knife, and said with a smile:
"A master, just in time to test the effects of my deviant achievements, little benefactor, are you interested in listening to a passage from my scriptures?"
Xiao Jiang suddenly smiled, nodded and said:
"It's okay, just listen to it. I always kill people and monsters. I don't know if my murderous intention can be eliminated. Monk, let's recite sutras."
The monk smiled and took out a Diamond Sutra from his arms and said:
"I wonder how many words you can hear."
After speaking, the monk opened the sutra book written in ink, pressed his finger on the words on it and read:
"As I heard, for a while, the Buddha was in the country of Savatthi..."
Following the sounds in his mouth, his fingers kept moving, and the words on the scripture seemed to come alive, flying out of the paper in a series and arriving in front of Xiao Jiang in the blink of an eye.
"Jing Du is scary. King Jing, do you think you can kill demons with your skills? Such small tricks make the magnanimous people laugh."
In Xiao Jiang's long voice, these floating words disappeared out of thin air. The monk seemed to feel something was wrong. He touched the scripture with his hand and hundreds of words flew away at the same time. But at this moment, a finger had already touched the monk's eyebrow.
"puff."
Amidst the sound of objects exploding, Xiao Jiang had already passed through the mountain road, but the place where the monk had just blocked the road was covered with red scum. This guy didn't look so weak. If it was considered martial arts, he could definitely be regarded as one of the masters, but because of his
Da wanted to fight back and kill the demon who passed on his journey. He was a little crazy. In the end, because the boss in purple wanted to absorb his inner power, he used his heart to control him. This guy used the boss in purple's blood-returning hand to wash away the fourth layer of the demon.
Diji Maha Wuliang was almost invincible, but in the end Nie Feng and others poured down their cultivation and killed him.
This is enough to show that King Jing is not ordinary, but he is just a strong person. In front of Xiao Jiang, who was not weaker than the devil before and even absorbed the devil's entire body, there is no difference between King Jing and ordinary masters.
In the underground secret room of the Demon Lord, Xiao Jiang waited for the corpses brought back by Heitong and Xueda Demon. Although they were separated by a hundred years, the two of them could not bear to disappear and were buried in the ice field. Their corpses were considered complete, at least after Xiaohong's analysis.
Make sure there is no problem with cloning.
Xiao Jiang told the two of them to practice and wait in the cave. He had important matters to deal with and left first. Half a day later, late at night, in the ancestral hall of Prince Xia's Mansion, a man was sitting in front of a corpse that looked like a living person. Xiao Jiang pried open the other man's mouth and pointed the tip of his sword against it.
There was a stone with white mist in the mouth of the corpse. When a trace of a hundred qi was thrown into the long knife, he quietly disappeared into the ancestral hall.
A few hours later, he appeared in the West Lake hundreds of kilometers away, searched for a dark cave in the lake, and finally found a golden alms bowl in a space separated by water and fire. He also drew a golden breath from the blade before leaving.
…
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."
Beside the furnace at the back of the Sword Villa, a blacksmith was forging a strange black long sword, and identical black swords were stuck everywhere on the surrounding iron chains, on the mountain walls, and on the ground. At the door of the Sword Cottage, a man and a woman
The two young men looked around with serious expressions.
Just when the blacksmith put the newly beaten black sword aside, the sword house suddenly shook, and every black sword around made a jingling sound. The blacksmith's face changed, and at this moment, the ground inside the sword house shook.
It cracked open, and a golden light passed through Jianlu and disappeared with a roar.
