During this national live broadcast, Pei Yuanqing has not yet arrived: since many reincarnations from other countries have come, he needs to stay in the dark to prevent some young people from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
Three poles in the sun.
The live broadcast begins.
A thousand-foot-long fierce sword shot up into the sky from the southeast of Yu Zhijiang, condensing a formation shadow. Chen Yi, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and his sword eyes flashed.
"The aura of the innate sword art... Yan Chixia's reincarnation was indeed successful."
He immediately exited the cultivation mode and clicked on Chen Peining's live broadcast room: Led by Kong Gongzi Zhao Zijing, many reincarnations had crossed the entrance to the ruins and entered the interior.
"Senior, how about you, can you find out the general direction of the sword array?"
One reincarnation asked the leader Zhao Zijing respectfully.
The most fearful thing when exploring ruins is the magic circle set up by the owner before his death. Therefore, the first priority after entering the ruins is usually to find the direction of the magic circle.
"horse…"
Zhao Zijing was full of confidence and just when he was about to reply, his sword suddenly rang out.
"bass!"
Ninety-nine and eighty-one strands of spiritual energy turned into flying swords, which suddenly appeared out of thin air, carrying the surging sword light, like a swimming dragon, as graceful as a startling giant, and the killing force was unstoppable, attacking the crowd.
"Quickly retreat!"
Zhao Zijing's face turned pale, his hands and eyes were quick, and he pushed away the fellow Taoist beside him. He immediately opened and closed the folding fan in his hand, and a strong wind blew up, rolling the remaining leaves all over the ground, and he took the initiative to meet the flying sword.
Public view.
That handsome man standing in Qingshan, shuttling between the sword formations, is truly extremely chic.
In terms of combat power alone, Zhao Zijing would not dare to say that he was the strongest a thousand years ago, but when it comes to deceptive means, he ranks second, and even Chen Yi would be inferior.
"Young Master Zhao is so handsome, he deserves to be the second commander of the black guards, he is so powerful and domineering!"
"No matter how much cultivation the reincarnator had in his previous life, he will need to cultivate again after reincarnation. With this move, I estimate that Mr. Zhao has restored at least half of his cultivation in his previous life."
"Haha, what if Yan Chixia and the best in the world are still alive?"
"This era is, after all, the era of our Dragon-Han Dynasty. The remnants left over from the long river of time, whether you are a dragon or a tiger, you must bow to me!"
Watching the sword energy being eaten away by Zhao Zijing bit by bit.
The fans in the live broadcast room are all excited and excited: they like to watch those once high-spirited geniuses gradually become lonely and depressed, until they disappear from everyone.
human nature.
I am afraid that my brother will suffer hardship, and I am also afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.
Chen Yi shook his head and laughed, poured himself a glass of leftover milk from last night, and murmured meaningfully: "What the hell are these naive little fools doing."
He has almost figured out Zhao Zijing's path... If Yan Chixia's reincarnation doesn't take action later, at least half of those present today will die!
"Just begging, it's none of my business."
Chen Yi never thought of sending a barrage to remind Zhao Zijing.
Those who practice Taoism have always had a destiny of life and death, wealth and honor are in heaven, and the path is chosen by themselves. Since they set foot on this path, they must be prepared for the death of body and Taoism.
This is called cause and effect.
What's more, right now, he's too distracted to care about himself, so he has no time to care about the life and death of strangers: his Nichen Sword Intention will not allow him to keep a low profile for the rest of his life.
The prerequisite for lawlessness is to have the strength to push everything.
In the previous life, there was a white fox behind him, but now he didn't know whether he was still alive or not. If he wanted to do whatever he wanted in his previous life, he could only rely on the sword in his hand.
Think about this.
Chen Yi condensed his mind, put aside all distracting thoughts, and continued to practice.
Early next morning.
He condensed the sword energy in his body into a drop of sword energy: this is the foundation of Dao. The path of sword is called sword Yuan, and the path of magic is called demon Yuan. Nine is the ultimate, and nine and nine are unified, which is the foundation.
After a hundred breaths.
Chen Yi's face suddenly changed slightly and he opened his eyes suddenly: He thought of something more important than cultivation, then he took his mobile phone from the table stand and made a call...
"Hello, instructor? What? I'm in an emergency, and I have no money to eat."
…
The third day.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one rays of sword light were finally wiped out by Zhao Zijing. A group of reincarnations came to an ancient stone door: "Is this the end of the sword array?"
A scantily clad female cultivator rubbed the lines on the stone door and said boldly:
"I think the so-called number one in the world is nothing more than this. I think back then, the formation I left for myself was able to strangle seven or eight foundation-building monks."
"There is no false scholar under such a great reputation, you know nothing!"
Zhao Zijing turned around and glared at her, then lowered his voice and said:
"Listen up, don't let down your guard. I will smash this door to pieces later and let the reincarnation in the family run away. Remember, don't look back and leave me alone!"
Before the female cultivator could ask why.
"Boom" sound.
The ancient portal was shattered by Zhao Zijing in the blink of an eye.
Almost reflexively, the female cultivator grabbed her two companions and rushed back quickly, while transmitting a message to the reincarnation of Long Han: "The wind is strong, pull!"
"bass!"
In an instant.
The endless sword energy came out of its sheath with an overwhelming roar, as if an invincible living swordsman spanned the long years and used his sword against creatures that did not belong to his own time.
That sword cut off a whole thousand years of time.
The space collapsed, the earth trembled, all buildings and towering ancient trees were smashed to pieces, and the sky was filled with yellow sand, and every particle was stained with the warm blood of living things.
The reincarnations of other countries may flee in panic, join together to fight back, or use their own magic weapons to resist, but no matter how hard they use their methods, they still cannot escape death.
Wisps of sword energy as small as needles, but as dazzling as stars, mercilessly penetrated the chests of the foreign invaders present and tore their heads into pieces.
Without half a column of incense, as far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. The foreign monks who were lucky enough to survive all have blank faces and are in shock.
One of them asked Zhao Zijing sternly:
"Zhao Zijing, what do you mean?"
Zhao Zijing, who faced countless unkind glances around him, looked ragged and embarrassed on the surface, but in fact only suffered superficial injuries, with an expressionless face:
"It's not interesting, I'm careless."
"main idea?"
The man pointed at the uninjured monk Long Han, with an excited expression: "Then how do you explain them? It seems to me that you deliberately used the sword formation to trap us and others!"
"Um?"
See it.
Zhao Zijing simply stopped pretending.
Looking sideways, his words were full of disdain: "So what? What can you do to me? If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. Why not kill someone with a borrowed knife?"
As soon as this statement came out.
Only then did everyone remember: Blue Star a thousand years ago was an era dominated by demons. How many people who could become famous in that era were good people?
"It seems that the number one in the world may not be too weak."
"whispering sound."
"I still think he is just a guy who wants to gain fame and reputation. The sword formation he worked so hard to arrange is all used as a wedding dress for Mr. Zhao. Isn't this a sign of incompetence?"
"I hope you will dare to say that in front of him in the future."
"My son Wang Teng has the appearance of a golden elixir, am I still afraid of him?"
"A real-life keyboard warrior?"
“…”
"That's enough, don't make any noise, there's a situation!"
It was at a time when monks from various countries were quarreling fiercely.
Zhao Zijing suddenly shouted loudly, and a sudden change occurred in the broken door:
Born with ninety-nine white jade steps, eighteen sword lotuses bloomed in full bloom. A shadow surrounded by terrifying sword intent, with the sword horizontally across his knees, facing away from all living beings, sat down in the Six Paths.
Look far and wide.
This man's black hair is as black as ink, he is domineering, sharp and flamboyant, like the ancestor of ten thousand swords.
Come closer and take a closer look.
I also saw him wearing white clothes, showing no elegance and calmness, just like a living swordsman.
The sword from heaven came in front of the wordless monument. Now I see my true ancestor and know my true self.
The man just stood there quietly, as if he were an insurmountable mountain: the mountain has power, and its power is like a sword. Immortals and mortal creatures dare not fight, and the swords of heaven and earth are cultivated with low eyebrows.
Some people were unwilling to give in and tried to resist.
The next second.
The swords throughout the secret realm were clanking, and there was still a bright voice from the sky:
"Since you see the truth, why don't you worship?"
"thump!"
Even with the sword in hand, he knelt straight!
