Relying on the sky thousands of miles away, I must have a long sword to open the gate of heaven!
Fan Wujiu suddenly took a step back, reacting subconsciously, but he quickly took that step back. In front of his eyes, something broke through the sky and the earth. He stared at the line blankly.
The young sword cultivator who is in charge of Shiwanda Mountain has profound sword skills and can transform the three realms with one breath.
Seeing wind, rain, snow, and blue sky, the wind is a sword, the rain is a sword, the frost and snow are swords, and the blue sky is also a sword. This is the greatness of his swordsmanship, and it cannot be separated from his sect without any change.
There are millions of cultivators in the world, discussing the Tao with myself alone, shaking the Five Mountains with a sword in high spirits, returning to its sheath and proud of the nineteen states, the struggle among the disciples, but for me, it is almost a gift from heaven, it is already a supernatural power.
Suddenly.
The morning drums sounded in the forest, the mist dispersed like a spirit, and the purple air came from the east to bathe in the sweet rain.
As if seeing the sun through the clouds, his state of mind reached unprecedented clarity. Fan Wujiu looked intoxicated and tremblingly stretched out his hand towards the heavenly gate.
It seemed to be far away in the horizon, but it was within easy reach. He grabbed a sword and touched the sky. For a moment, the sword was in the sky. Before the whale swallowed the sea, the sword energy was already flowing.
Like seeing a miracle.
He stood up without saying a word, just exhaled a long breath.
then.
Take half a step forward.
This half-step was the gap between the immortal and the mortal, which was a hundred thousand feet long. He stepped directly out of the sedan chair and stepped out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The golden light of the four mountain pillars in the southeast and northwest soared into the sky.
Among the four images, clouds and mist billowed, and they all rushed towards Fan Wujiu with great momentum. Fan Wujiu stepped on the flying sword that was combined by the clouds and mist, and soared into the sky.
Half step to becoming a god!
Heaven does not allow earth to dominate.
For a while, black clouds rolled over the city, violent winds and rain fell, and the ninety-nine tribulations fell mercilessly.
The face of the impermanent envoy who had been reborn remained as usual, and he grasped it with his bare hands. Then he saw the earth dragon turn over, the ancient mountains and rivers were shaken, and a giant heavy sword met the disaster and chopped it off.
No longer rigid and upright, Chen Yi's sword gave Fan Wujiu his first glimpse of the true essence of swordsmanship. Although it was only for a moment, one glance was enough.
There are only one and a half sword cultivators in the world.
One is called Chen Yi, and all the sword cultivators in the Four Heavens and Three Realms together form the "half". The half in the middle is the gap between them and Chen Yi.
Who is the peak at the end of the sword's path? When you see Chen Jun's path, it becomes empty. People who have never seen him cannot imagine his stature. If they have seen him, they will never forget it. They will respect him like a god.
Thunder broke out on the ground, and the sound of metal and stone striking thundered through the ears.
After several confrontations, at the end, the Tribulation Cloud Sword Domain dissipated, the wind was calm and the sun was shining, and the river was clear and the sea was clear, which also indicated that Fan Wujiu's state was officially consolidated in the half-step of becoming a god.
"Ghost... Candidate Ghost Emperor?!"
The monks around him were all stunned and dumbfounded.
No one knows what happened during this period. It was obvious that they were practicing sword skills not long ago, and then this and that, why, how could they suddenly take that half step?
Lu Wu looked around blankly, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Chen Yi, who was calm and composed. He was startled, and his frosty eyes narrowed, thoughtfully: the problem still lies with this guy.
This young swordsman who appeared out of thin air, had a mysterious origin, and was so handsome that even she was jealous of him, had definitely only revealed the tip of the iceberg in his true cultivation.
otherwise.
Can enlightenment and impermanence be achieved by just a random cat or dog?
Could it be that he is already so powerful that he can reach the world?
How powerful does that have to be? Become a god? Dzogchen? Or...above the gods?
"This human monk is a bit interesting."
The one who finds it most incredible is Xie Bian.
He knew Fan Wujiu, he knew him better than anyone else. They had been together day and night for an extremely long period of time, and because of this, it was even more unbelievable.
Regardless of how popular they are outside, even the evil spirits in hell will shy away from them when they see them. In fact, all God-given opportunities are equal exchanges.
They once asked the tunnel for the title of Impermanence. Although they have taken over the authority of the Soul Seducer from now on, they use their own three souls and seven souls as bargaining chips.
In other words, if the will of the earth does not allow it, they will never be able to break through.
However, Fan Wujiu broke the curse.
He crossed the will of the earth and took the half-step to the threshold of becoming a god. His hand was on the door knocker. For them, this cannot be summed up by just saying "promoted".
He is free!
It's not over yet.
In full view.
The Impermanence Master, who had always only had others kowtow to him, actually made a respectful bow to the young sword cultivator not far away without any hesitation.
at the same time.
Luo Lie, the lord of Fengdu City, and his vassals all gasped as if they had seen some extremely ridiculous scene. Xie Bi'an also had his pupils trembled and subconsciously said:
"No help, you..."
This scene will be transmitted back to the underworld, which is enough to shock the jaws of many ancient giants.
True.
Impermanence is not considered the top combat force in the underworld, but don't forget, they are authentic wills, personally sealed soul seducers. They are officials, and the ninth-grade sesame officials are also officials.
The official represents the court, and the impermanent envoy represents the underworld. Fan Wujiu salutes Chen Yi in front of the public. What is the difference between this and the entire underworld saluting Chen Yi?
However.
To the surprise of all the Fengdu evil ghosts and Xie Bian, the authentic will was not angry. Did he not take the other party to heart? Or...any other reason?
Fan Wujiu didn't think much about it.
He paid homage to Chen Yi.
Because he realized that Chen Yi was unfathomable. He couldn't see through the opponent's swordsmanship when he was in the Mortal Slayer Realm. He couldn't see through it even if he turned into a god in half a step. The higher the level, the less able he could see through it.
In ancient times, there were powerful swordsmen who could defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, but Chen Yi was the number one. That extra one was indescribable, unattainable, and unimaginable!
Chen Yi nodded in greeting, and his back lips moved as if he said something.
A long while.
When Fan Wujiu returned to Shiwan Mountain and was summoned back to his senses by Xie Bian, the young swordsman had long since disappeared, leaving only a few vague words lingering in his ears.
"You have just entered the kendo gate now, and your vision is still narrow. When you see me, you are like a frog at the bottom of a well who raises his head to see the moon."
"When you are lucky enough to open the Heavenly Gate of Kendo one day, you will see me like an earthworm seeing the blue sky."
I had no reason to think of a poem I had read in my spare time.
"The ancients will never be seen before, and the newcomers will never be seen after."
"Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears with sadness."
——"Song of Dengyouzhou".
Fan Wujiu didn't know if this was the case, but in his memory, this was a person that could only come out in millions of years, a romance that was rare in millions of years.
then.
He solemnly wrote these words on a mountain in the north:
"Long live Tao Mang and win Chen Jun."
Finished writing.
After thinking deeply, I felt something was inappropriate, so I quickly added a line at the end of this sentence:
"The sky is high!"
