Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 596 The name of Zhenhailing, the immortal burial is fighting!

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The mountain stream is so still that you can even hear your breath.

The little fairy's disciple is rebellious, even dare to disobey the sword of burying the fairy, and speaks out. Many famous martial arts masters in Hailing Prefecture hold it in their throats. The power of the primordial spirit is irreversible. .

This generation of Seven Kill Sword Kings also frowned. He finally understood why some fellow spirits in the Jianghu would feel a headache when mentioning that little god. If you are extremely out of gregariousness, and if you are usually out of gregariousness, you will be excluded, many opportunities will be lost, and more malice will be ushered in.

Ning Shen didn't get angry, and even the coldness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a boundless silence, and when he spoke again, all directions were shocked.

"Since that's the case, don't leave. Ning is waiting for the little fairy outside the sword sect."

hiss!

This time, in the entire mountain martial arts arena, I don’t know how many people couldn’t help but gasp. This is the young holy ban on the Hunyuan list, and he is officially invited to fight in Hailing Prefecture. Although there were voices in the rivers and lakes before, but after all No one has ever really set foot in the territory of Hailing Prefecture, but it is different now, whether the little fairy is willing or not, I am afraid that he will come out of the mountain.

His disciple was detained. Although such a method was not very bright, the girl's rebelliousness did offend the majesty of the Holy Taboo. If the Immortal Burial Sword did this, it would be inconvenient for everyone to say anything.

The Sect Master of the Seven Killing Sword Sect sighed in his heart. Only then did he understand that the little god sent this female disciple who was only eleven or two years old not because of contempt, but because he valued it enough. The disciples of the descendants of the cornerstone of the inheritance have such skill at such an age, even as the spectators of the Zhenguo Dazong, they are also qualified enough.

But now it is difficult to turn back, Burial Immortal Sword opened his mouth, as the suzerain of the Seven Kill Sword Sect, he is not easy to intervene. Inheritance, even the top sects, the future is full of infinite variables, especially in this chaotic world, if you are not careful, you will be lost forever.

I don't want to shake my head, and I don't want to say anything more to this Immortal Burial Sword. The master said that most of these people are mentally ill. Some aristocratic families have been reclusive for a long time, and there will always be some heirs with strange temperaments born , many mavericks, but after all, what they are after is not pure power, but also this worldly fame.

The world of mortals is full of mortals, not only the vitality of life, but also the vicissitudes of people's hearts are being slaughtered.

This day, the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.

Heavy snow covered the entire Hailing Prefecture, the Immortal Burial Sword walked out of Qisha Hill, and stood in a vast white wilderness.

Bu Nian was not imprisoned, she was just standing outside the Qisha Hill, and she had no intention of leaving. In front of this Immortal Burying Sword, she had no possibility of escaping.

Of course, the girl didn't take such detention seriously. In her view, her teacher should push all the enemies of the same generation, overwhelm the world, and there is no one to resist. It has only been half a year since this world is about to detain people. Forget, there are all kinds of martial arts people, those with high eyesight and those with low eyesight. Once there are many rumors and rumors, many people can't tell the truth from the truth, and become puppets who follow blindly.

The twenty-eighth lunar month.

But in one morning, the little fairy's female disciple, who was only eleven or twelve years old, became famous throughout Hailing Prefecture.

At an age when the children of many sects and aristocratic families are still pregnant and have not even practiced foundation building skills, a young girl has the power of a flood-horse, and even the descendants of Jianzhong are strongly suppressed, originating from Magpie Lake. On the island in the middle of the lake, the foundation-building work "Little Light Sutra" created by the little gods of Qingyang Palace was exposed to the world for the first time.

Some young disciples of the Seven Kills Sword Sect who have not established a foundation ask the girl for advice, but the girl never refuses to these kendo disciples who are somewhat sloppy, and her eccentric temperament is slightly revealed, which makes many Seven Kills Sword Sect disciples sigh in their hearts Well, the name of the little fairy is really well-deserved. This "Little Light Sutra" just listened to the girl's explanation of some truths, and I felt that it was broad and profound. Bright Fist.

Today's "Little Light Sutra" only has nine levels, and the tenth level has not yet been released. The Little Light Boxing also has nine fists, which are dark night, dawn, dew white, morning light, morning glow, morning sun, universal world, pure world, and world-pierced world. What the girl cast was the first type of dark night.

There is a dark night before dawn, the bright moon sets in the west, and the morning sun will rise. This is the darkness before dawn.

Just the first punch of the Little Bright Fist caused some sword idiots to fall into contemplation. They tried every means to crack it with the Seven Fiend Sword of their sect, but in the end they found that there was no flaw at all.

Regarding this kind, many elders of the Seven Killing Sword Sect saw it in their eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of their mouths. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. It is naturally the best to befriend this little god's disciple, let alone such an outstanding disciple. Looking at the girl with a sword behind her back, she presumably wants to inherit the mantle of that little fairy. It is rumored that although she also accepted the second son of the elder of Shushan Yifeng as her apprentice, she is only a named disciple for the time being, and that named disciple bears the innate sword spirit. But it is difficult to truly pass on its mantle.

From this point of view, the status of this female disciple is second to none in Qingyang Palace, and her future achievements are limitless.

As for Ning Xian, the descendant of the sword mound, his face has always been very ugly, but he also understands that even if he tries again, there will be no better result.

The morning of the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was undoubtedly a major earthquake for Hailing Prefecture before the Chinese New Year, completely igniting the tense atmosphere of the previous year.

The ninth in the Hunyuan list, the young Sheng Jin from Jianzhong, who buried the immortal sword and calmed the gods, detained the disciple of the little fairy who went to the Seven Kills Sword School to observe the annual festival competition, and waited quietly in front of the Seven Kills Hill, trying to force the little fairy to leave the island , come to fight.

After nearly half a year, the little fairy, who had been silent for a long time, came to everyone again.

"The foundation of Qingyang Palace's sect, perhaps the little god has been quietly deducing that "Little Light Sutra" for the past six months."

"With such a foundation-building skill, if the tenth level is perfected, wouldn't there be another top-level foundation-building skill in this world."

"The Qingyang Palace was first established, and the little god was so painstaking and solitary, it is understandable, but it is a pity that he was a step too late. The young saint has already proved the Tao, achieved the position of Yuanshen, and even survived the triple thunder disaster in a row, stepping into the world in one step. Reincarnation."

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All of a sudden, rumors spread everywhere, and some people in the Jianghu went to that ancient town in Tai County again. The duel between the young saints was a major event in the Jianghu martial arts world. No one wanted to miss it, and some people wanted to see it with their own eyes. Until now, does that little fairy still choose to live in seclusion?

The ancient town of Qintong, in the afternoon.

Heavy snow covered the entire ancient town, and also froze the entire Magpie Lake. A Taoist protector who was out shopping for New Year’s goods walked on the ice, with a very ugly face. He also got the news that the burying sword was so courageous that it was actually detained. That little girl, if you talk about who is the most popular in the current Qingyang Palace, you will undoubtedly miss this little girl who everyone has watched grow up year by year. She is eccentric, kind-hearted and stubborn. The Taoist protector who was outside almost couldn't bear to rush to the outside of Hailing City, but finally held back, the other party's intentions were obvious, and going rashly, not to mention humiliating himself, would make others look down on him Qingyang Palace.

The island in the middle of the lake is as warm as spring.

Even if it is snowing all over the island, there is no snow on the island, and even the withered grass sprouts green shoots in spring, and everything starts to recover, and there is an invisible force that turns the seasons upside down.

In Qingyang Palace.

Xuan Xi looked disgusted, dropped the last chess piece, and grabbed the teapot, without the slightest intention of continuing with Su Qi.

The corners of Su Qinian's mouth twitched slightly. There are too many things in this world. At least in terms of chess skills, he is only superficial. For old chess players like the old man and Chu old man, it is really drizzle, and the two of them usually reluctantly accompany him. After the next game, deal with the matter, and leave him alone.

"Palace Master!"

At this time, the Taoist protector hurried into the room, and the old man felt something, his face changed slightly, and he said, "What's the matter."

In his mind, he smoothed out the old man's uncontrollable qi. Up to now, Su Qinian already understood that the old man was far away from the soul and melted into the sky back then. At the beginning of the Yuanshen, he was going through the first thunder calamity. Because of his lack of foundation, he was trapped by the sea of ​​​​thunder, and it was difficult to escape for a while.

"Don't read, Bu Nian is detained by the Immortal Burial Sword, and invites the Palace Master to fight in front of the Seven Killing Hill."

The Daoist protector did not dare to be negligent, and told one by one all the news he had received about the Seven Kills Sword Sect's Annual Festival Grand Competition. The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and a chess piece in his hand fell violently and embedded it on the stone chessboard in front of him. , then looked at Su Qinian, and said, "Boy, come on, cut him!"

Su Qinian was calm, and stretched out three fingers towards him. The old man's eyes widened immediately, he stared at him firmly, and said through gritted teeth, "Okay! Three sets will be three sets."

But Su Qinian glanced at him and said calmly: "It's a day."

"Boy! Don't push yourself!" The old man shouted in a low voice.

Su Qinian poured himself a cup of tea, without saying a word, just sipped it carefully, seeing the worried Taoist protector in front of him was a little bit astonished, and also a little dumbfounded, many emotions were tangled and twisted on his face for a while.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... ten breaths!

boom!

The Zhuni Dahongpao small pot that he had soaked was slapped on the chessboard, and the old man said word by word: "You! Win!!"

Su Qinian put down the teacup, stretched out one hand seemingly at random, and instantly sank into the void.

Outside Hailing City, Qisha Hill.

Ning Shen stood still, the Immortal Burying Sword was full of aura, except for a vague kendo edge, which conveyed bursts of dead breath. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)

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