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Watching the sword enter the ninth realm, this is a sentence that can shock everyone.

Luo Heshan drew his sword and spoke boldly, but the four strong men present did not have the slightest doubt.

This sword, the old man with a broken leg in front of him, has been nurturing it since he started practicing sword.

Luo Heshan's lineage originally took the path of sword practice and existed as the guardian of Qingzhou.

The natal sword can only be unsheathed ten times in a lifetime. On weekdays, it is not only the natal sword that is nurtured, but also the ten sword qi in the scabbard.

His life is for this sword!

The middle-aged scholar looked at the back of the old man with a broken leg and bowed again.

The dignified sword master had a solemn look in his eyes.

This sword, for him, will also be a blessing!

The middle-aged scholar has only seen two of the previous nine swords of Luo Heshan so far.

Only the old man himself knows under what circumstances he used the other swords.

Among them, the ninth sword left a deep impression on the middle-aged scholar.

That day, the Eye of Chaos produced violent fluctuations, causing the Endless Sea to despise the endless waves.

Although they were called waves, these waves were like tsunamis for the border of Qingzhou.

At that time, Ji Changkong and the middle-aged scholar were both on the scene.

Ji Changkong's move [Equality of All Beings] finally reached the state of perfection when facing the tsunami.

With one sword, the first wave of tsunamis was directly cut flat, and anything above the sword energy was destroyed and annihilated directly in the world.

The middle-aged scholar stood behind his junior brother and also slashed a sword to disperse the three layers of waves behind.

As for the rest, they were all destroyed by Luo Heshan's ninth sword.

The power of one sword calmed the wind and waves.

The entire sea surface was as smooth as a mirror.

After this incident, the two brothers of the Black Bamboo Forest had a discussion.

The first thing that made Ji Changkong angry was why he only destroyed one layer of waves, but his senior brother could destroy three layers?

I, Ji Changkong, am only a little weaker than the Sword Master!

It doesn't make sense!

The middle-aged scholar racked his brains and came up with a conclusion.

"Because my junior brother completely annihilated the waves and dissipated them in the world, while I just dispersed the three layers of waves behind."

Ji Changkong was satisfied with this conclusion.

Yes, that's right.

After discussing this point, Ji Changkong began to comment on Luo Heshan's ninth sword.

"Senior brother, I couldn't catch the sword of old man Luo just now." Ji Changkong said.

After saying that, the old naughty boy squinted his eyes, hunched his back, and finally said honestly: "It's not that I can't catch it. If I faced that sword, I would definitely die!"

He knew very well how terrible the ninth sword was. Killing him, who was at the eighth level, was too easy.

With one sword, even if he used all his strength, he would only... die a little slower.

I, Ji Changkong, have been in the world all my life. I am the descendant of the Black Bamboo Forest, a sword cultivator of the eighth realm, and the second among the four great swordsmen in Qingzhou.

With a sword like this, I can hold on for half a breath longer!

After giving his own evaluation, Ji Changkong glanced at the middle-aged scholar, and his eyes seemed to say, "It's your turn to speak."

The middle-aged scholar met the burning eyes of his junior brother, coughed lightly, and said, "Since junior brother can't take it, then I can't take it either."

"Humph, that's natural." Ji Changkong said.

After discussing this, Ji Changkong looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know what the scene will be when this old man cuts out the tenth sword?"

And this tenth sword will be today!

The natal sword in Luo Heshan's hand made a series of sword sounds.

He has been nurturing this sword energy and this intention for his whole life.

The loud sound of the sword even covered the dragon roar of the Ninth Realm Dragon King.

The Ninth Realm dragon flew forward, and wherever it went, the sea was frozen and snow fell in the air.

Whether it was momentum or power, it reached its peak.

The terrifying pressure of the Ninth Realm came upon it, and it seemed that there were two worlds in front and behind it.

If it was said that the sudden appearance of the four powerful men before made it feel a little daunted, when Luo Heshan drew out his natal sword, it actually grew uneasy and fearful in its heart.

This sword is now full of fighting spirit, but its breath is restrained.

But it made it feel instinctively uneasy.

Luo Heshan looked at the giant dragon that was still a long distance away from him with a disdainful look.

In front of the giant dragon, this old cripple was so small.

The long sword in his hand was not even as good as the dragon tooth of the Ninth Realm Dragon King.

The sword in Luo Heshan's hand suddenly moved.

"Sour scholar, you must remember this!" Luo Heshan spoke again.

Luo Heshan's lineage has been passed down to this day, and his realm is not the highest. He is at the same level as his master and ancestors.

But his [intention] is the strongest.

His sword is also the sharpest!

The old man with a broken leg disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, a golden light suddenly exploded in the air!

The three pupils of the Nine Realms Dragon King dilated in an instant, and it had no time to think.

In other words, the last sword of the life of the old man in front of him, who was like an ant in his eyes, was beyond his cognition.

The long sword instantly pierced into the head of the Dragon King.

The grumpy old man with a broken leg looked sharp and said, "You are causing trouble in Qingzhou. Have you asked me about my sword?!"

This giant dragon seemed to have only been pierced by a long sword, but in fact, all parts of its body had been destroyed by the sword energy.

It was doomed to die!

It was so pleasant to kill the nine realms with one sword!

However, Luo Heshan still felt unsatisfied.

It was not enough, not satisfying enough!

This sword contained his life's intention.

How could such an ordinary ninth realm be enough?

Indeed, even if he did not take action, and let the four great masters unite to deal with this dragon king, they should be able to win a tragic victory at a certain price.

However, this was not worth it.

Luo Heshan only had one sword, and he only had one sword that could kill the ninth realm beast.

The middle-aged scholar was the most promising sword cultivator in the entire Tianxuan Realm so far.

A sword in the ninth realm, and a sword cultivator in the ninth realm, the latter is naturally more precious.

His last sword in his life was to split the road for the middle-aged scholar!

I, the old man, will give him a chance to cut a road to the ninth realm for him!

This road, which has been dark for ten thousand years, should have a ray of light.

Moreover, different paths lead to the same destination. Whether it is a Saint Master, an Arhat, or the underworld, they can also gain their own insights under this strongest sword.

Although they are not sword cultivators, their experience is definitely not as good as that of the middle-aged Confucian scholars, but their personal strength can surely be improved.

However, this grumpy old man with a broken leg is still not satisfied.

Still feels not smooth enough.

Still not enough! Still not enough!

Moreover, how could his last sword in his life be just like this?

The old man looked up to the sky and howled, and then his wrist shook violently.

The next moment, the sword energy accumulated in the Dragon King's body exploded instantly.

This hundred-meter-long dragon exploded from head to tail in an instant.

Luo Heshan shouted loudly, holding the sword in one hand, and then suddenly raised the sword and drew the sword to the sky!

The dazzling golden light went to the sky of Qingzhou, and the sword energy began to spread forward.

Forward! Forward! Forward!

One breath a hundred miles, ten breaths a thousand miles!

The sea of ​​clouds above Qingzhou was instantly split by the aftermath of this sword, creating a terrifying scene of a hundred miles without clouds, a thousand miles without clouds, and ten thousand miles without clouds.

He wanted this sword energy to penetrate the sky above the entire Qingzhou.

He wanted all the sword cultivators in Qingzhou to see this sword.

One sword ten thousand miles!

"Little Yangshu, what do you think of grandpa's sword!" Luo Heshan murmured to himself.

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Qingzhou, Sword Sect.

Yu Yue came out of the [Sword Prison], he was exhausted and covered with wounds.

But fortunately, he has successfully entered the realm of a great cultivator, and he only needs to retreat to make more breakthroughs.

His number one fan and bootlicker Chen Xiao has been waiting outside the [Sword Prison].

When he saw that Senior Brother Yu Yue had successfully passed the Sword Prison, he immediately came up to congratulate him and reached out to help him.

Yu Yue waved his hand to refuse, saying, "Junior Brother Chen, I'm fine."

Then he asked, "During the time I was in the Sword Prison, did you get any news about Senior Brother Lu?"

Hearing this, Chen Xiao said, "Senior Brother Yu Yue, you don't know that what Sect Leader Lu did during this period of time was so wonderful."

Just as he was about to elaborate, he and Yu Yue looked up in shock.

A golden beam of light suddenly passed over the sky above the Sword Sect, dispersing all the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

Ordinarily, such a golden beam of light, so terrifying and so abrupt, would make people wonder what it is and feel fear.

But the sword cultivators didn't.

The sword cultivators only took a glance and could tell that it was a sword energy.

They only had awe in their hearts.

"Who on earth cut out this sword energy, and it was so... so earth-shattering!" Chen Xiao couldn't help but speak out, and then glanced at Yu Yue.

Yu Yue's pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed infinite yearning and endless respect.

This sword will benefit him for life!

Chen Xiao's talent is naturally not as good as Yu Yue's as a flawless sword body, but as a true disciple of the Sword Sect, he also saw a lot of things from this sword.

And this sword, the more you think about it, the more terrifying it will be!

The awe in your heart will be even greater.

After the light column in the air dissipated and left the Sword Sect area, Yu Yue looked at the direction of the sword light, bowed and said: "Yu Yue, thank you for your guidance!"

Chen Xiao immediately followed suit, bowed and said loudly: "Chen Xiao, thank you for your guidance!"

In fact, at this moment, the people of the Sword Sect would think of such a voice from time to time.

However, some of the people who spoke may be outer disciples, some may be true disciples, and some may be deacons, elders, or even.....Sword Sect Master Li Suifeng!

Looking at this sword, Li Suifeng instantly guessed who had made it.

This sword, even he, who was in the eighth realm, had a lot of insights.

He bowed and said in a deep voice: "Xie Luo, please protect Qingzhou and Tianxuan!"

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……..

The sword light continued to move forward, and wherever it went, everyone looked up at the sky.

At this moment, a child was constantly swinging a sword in the mountains.

After swinging the sword a thousand times, the child was tired and cried.

This chubby little boy was very self-conscious. His master asked him to swing the sword with both hands for 500 times each. Even if there was no supervision, he did not slack off.

But he felt wronged, his eyes were red, and he felt really tired, his hands were about to break.

If his young body had not been treated with the marrow-washing grass and was already considered a Taoist body, he would not have been able to handle it.

The chubby child sniffed his nose, sat down under the tree, and shed tears silently.

Perhaps because he was so angry, the child suddenly got angry and kicked the small wooden sword beside him away.

"Woo woo woo! Practice sword, practice sword! I, I don't want to practice sword! I want to eat the braised pork made by grandma, woo woo woo!"

The little boy wiped his tears and sniffed his nose, then suddenly looked up at the sky.

The sword light in the sky was so dazzling that the little boy opened his mouth in shock and his snot almost flowed into his mouth.

When the sword light faded away, the little boy stood up and trotted to pick up the small wooden sword that he had kicked away.

He looked up at the sword light and then at the small wooden sword in his hand.

What kind of shocking words could a child say? He just clenched his wooden sword and uttered:

"Wow~"

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Qingzhou, Momen.

The young Yang Shu had just left the courtyard where Lu Chaoge lived and walked towards his familiar bamboo house.

He had left Momen for many years, and the bamboo house he lived in had been empty for many years.

But how could he forget where his house was?

The night at Danqing Peak of Momen was so peaceful, and the feeling of going home was so warm.

There was a arrogant and easily impatient head master here.

There was a master and senior brothers and sisters who cared about him.

Now there was also a cute little junior sister.

Home is always the place where people feel most comfortable, but Yang Shu was a little uncomfortable.

He had gotten used to staying next to the grumpy old man with a broken leg, got used to his scolding, and got used to him raising his hand and slapping his head hard.

The young Yang Shu had also felt uncomfortable and wronged at night.

But now recalling it, and then looking at the pair of comfortable straw sandals on his feet, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

But not long after walking, he suddenly stopped, and then looked up at the sky.

In an instant, his mind was shaken.

For some reason, he recognized the sword at a glance.

"Grandpa!"

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One person, ten people, a hundred people... countless people.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

All the sword cultivators and players in Qingzhou, as long as conditions permit, have seen the sword light passing through the sky.

A sword cuts the dragon, roaring thousands of miles.

Everyone has his own talent, his own experience, and his own inheritance.

This leads to different perceptions when everyone looks at this sword.

Some people may understand more and benefit for life.

Some people may understand less and be shocked.

But no matter what, from now on, a hundred years, even a thousand years, or even longer, there will be people who remember this sword, and there will be people who will continue to discuss this sword!

Qingzhou border, above the endless sea.

Before the sword flashed down Qingzhou, the old man with a broken leg shouted loudly, and his voice was like rolling thunder, resounding between heaven and earth.

This sentence is the [intention] that the old man with a broken leg has accumulated for his whole life.

"This sword is given to all the sword cultivators in Qingzhou, and you all comprehend it together!"

Kill a giant dragon of the ninth realm?

Not enough!

Instruct the four great masters of Tianxuan?

Not enough!

This sword of mine must be seen by all the sword cultivators in Qingzhou!

He opened up his strongest sword and all his sword comprehension to everyone.

This is the joy he wants!

From now on, I will be the....

[Master of One Sword] of all the younger generation of sword cultivators in Qingzhou!

The white-haired old man with a broken leg looked down at the endless sea, sheathed his sword, and the long sword cracked and the scabbard was broken. Only one sentence echoed over the sea.

"Enjoy yourself."

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