Chapter 688
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On the vast land of Shenzhou, the ultimate goal of all monks who lead Qi into the body and step into the path of practice is to become holy.
Saint, the infinite existence in the limited world!
However, it is difficult to become a saint, but it is difficult to ascend to the sky. Thousands of calamities add to the body. If you fail to succeed, you will die. Since ancient times, countless talented and gorgeous people, such as Bai Mingxiu, have died with hatred.
but for thousands of Murong and Jiange, he has a great advantage over others in attacking the sage, because there is a deep buried sword Lake behind it. There are countless swords of soul sword in the lake.
One lake, one lotus and one person.
It's no exaggeration to say that muronghe, who is favored by the vast land Kendo of Shenzhou, once he stays in the green lotus border, and when the green lotus fully blooms, his chances of becoming a saint will be increased by hundreds of times.
The stronger one's accomplishments, the more he will understand how important this chance is once he reaches the later stage of his practice, because in front of the natural moat of holiness, the level of talent is just a cloud.
However, muronghe's choice was unexpected, but it was reasonable. In the face of this situation, people at different levels responded differently to the two choices.
Shan Wenbai, or great national master, combined the ancient blood surname Jiang and the supreme talent of the Ying family of the former dynasty, revived the whole life, and cooperated with the people in the mirror to cultivate the semi holy peak which is only one step away from the bridge between heaven and earth. Therefore, he knew how strong the desire for saints was for people in his general realm, which seemed to be the most powerful in the world Tao, the most irresistible addiction, is willing to give up everything for it.
Therefore, in his opinion, it is so inconceivable that muronghe gave up his position as a saint for the sake of his disciples. So when the hand reached out from the green lotus and shook it, Shan Wenbai's eyes flashed an inconceivable color for a moment, and immediately blocked the girl Jiansheng in front of him, trying to use it as a shield to retreat.
But it was too late. Murong and his right hand showed a pure and flawless blue color just like the sword spirit that was constantly enveloped around. However, the palm of this hand had a very thick cocoon, because it was a hand holding the sword.
Cocoon in hand, sword in heart!
Just as the thought was hard to reflect, a sword converged from the green lotus to Murong he's hand. The sword was full of gold and green, and the lotus flower petals were naturally carved on it, if you had to use words to describe it.
Out of the mud but not dye, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon!
As soon as the green lotus sword comes out, a golden light lights up in the void. Its speed seems to ignore the laws of time and space in the road. Before shanwenbai reacts, it penetrates the latter's chest in an instant.
In the next second, a strong and steady voice with infinite edge resounded through the sky:
"the sword is better folded than bent, so no matter what your purpose is, I muronghe always does one thing, that is, pulling out the sword."
With this light roar and the green light, shanwenbai released the girl's hand, and then the sword fell from the air and hit the lake. Even if the girl's heart was as hard as iron, her eyes were still blurred by tears. She held her hands and controlled her body from sinking into the lake.
After Jiansheng's death, shanwenbai looked down at the fist sized hole in his chest. Just now, it was completely penetrated by Qinglian sword, and his internal organs were also annihilated.
After that, shanwenbai's gray hair, which was originally like acupuncture, seemed to have lost the power of support. It dropped slowly, and turned gray to white in an instant. Then shanwenbai raised his head, looked at the green lotus and the sword in front of him, and murmured: "muronghe, you gave up the chance of becoming a saint once in a thousand years, and in a moment you made the whole green lotus supreme The power is completely released, just to kill me? "
"If you pull out your sword, it's natural to forget about life and death, and I'm so angry that I don't want you to live any more in this world."
Murong and the faint voice fell. In the center of the lake, the green lotus in bud began to crumble from the outermost petals. It was like a piece of exquisite porcelain, which gradually turned into powder and floated away. At the same time, the whole lake began to shake violently, and the countless swords at the bottom of the lake gave out a shrill roar.
At the same time, in the sound of the sword, there was a strong and incomparable emotion, anger and bitterness. Seeing the green lotus blooming soon, however, it failed at the last moment. In this case, the whole wanjian mountain and the inheritance of Kendo fell into incomparable madness.
Shanwenbai's move almost cut off the chance of a sage in kendo. It will take countless years for burying Jianhu to form Kendo details of such a scale. What a pity!
The green lotus petals were broken one after another, and the shrill sound of the sword came out one after another. The tears in the eyes of the girl Jiansheng were even more serious. Then the girl raised her hand, stretched out to the front powerlessly, let the tears drop, and kept opening her mouth and crying:
"don't dissipate, don't, don't!"The girl knew how much effort and sweat the whole wanjian Pavilion had paid for it, and she knew that her master had been fishing for nearly 20 years by the burial sword Lake before she could get the chance to become a saint.
and now, everything is like a bubble that is broken and disillusioned at the moment. Not only is the sword born, but the disciples of Jiange who still remain conscious of the lake can not help but shed two lines of blood and tears.
Murong and one sword cut out the whole green lotus sword power, so the blue lotus flower in the center of the lake broke faster and faster. After a few breaths, a middle-aged man sitting on the ground appeared.
The man's face is ordinary, and he still wears a coir raincoat on his body. He looks like a very ordinary fisherman in the folk society of the summer. However, his eyes on his face are actually sharp. He looks directly at shanwenbai who is still standing in the same place, and even the void is cut apart.
Then shanwenbai's mouth overflowed with blood and Murong continued to ask:
"I came from Baidi palace. How dare Murong and you kill me
"If you want to use me to achieve a certain purpose, such as gold cicada shelling, then all the people who use swords in the vast land of Shenzhou will regard you as the inevitable enemy."
Murong he finished his words and raised his head. There was a blue light again in the void. The head of shanwenbai was separated, and his whole body fell back into the lake. The next breath, countless sword spirits in the lake released infinite sword Qi at the same time, and his body was cut into powder.
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On the vast land of Shenzhou, the ultimate goal of all monks who lead Qi into the body and step into the path of practice is to become holy.
Saint, the infinite existence in the limited world!
However, it is difficult to become a saint, but it is difficult to ascend to the sky. Thousands of calamities add to the body. If you fail to succeed, you will die. Since ancient times, countless talented and gorgeous people, such as Bai Mingxiu, have died with hatred.
but for thousands of Murong and Jiange, he has a great advantage over others in attacking the sage, because there is a deep buried sword Lake behind it. There are countless swords of soul sword in the lake.
One lake, one lotus and one person.
It's no exaggeration to say that muronghe, who is favored by the vast land Kendo of Shenzhou, once he stays in the green lotus border, and when the green lotus fully blooms, his chances of becoming a saint will be increased by hundreds of times.
The stronger one's accomplishments, the more he will understand how important this chance is once he reaches the later stage of his practice, because in front of the natural moat of holiness, the level of talent is just a cloud.
However, muronghe's choice was unexpected, but it was reasonable. In the face of this situation, people at different levels responded differently to the two choices.
Shan Wenbai, or great national master, combined the ancient blood surname Jiang and the supreme talent of the Ying family of the former dynasty, revived the whole life, and cooperated with the people in the mirror to cultivate the semi holy peak which is only one step away from the bridge between heaven and earth. Therefore, he knew how strong the desire for saints was for people in his general realm, which seemed to be the most powerful in the world Tao, the most irresistible addiction, is willing to give up everything for it.
Therefore, in his opinion, it is so inconceivable that muronghe gave up his position as a saint for the sake of his disciples. So when the hand reached out from the green lotus and shook it, Shan Wenbai's eyes flashed an inconceivable color for a moment, and immediately blocked the girl Jiansheng in front of him, trying to use it as a shield to retreat.
But it was too late. Murong and his right hand showed a pure and flawless blue color just like the sword spirit that was constantly enveloped around. However, the palm of this hand had a very thick cocoon, because it was a hand holding the sword.
Cocoon in hand, sword in heart!
Just as the thought was hard to reflect, a sword converged from the green lotus to Murong he's hand. The sword was full of gold and green, and the lotus flower petals were naturally carved on it, if you had to use words to describe it.
Out of the mud but not dye, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon!
As soon as the green lotus sword comes out, a golden light lights up in the void. Its speed seems to ignore the laws of time and space in the road. Before shanwenbai reacts, it penetrates the latter's chest in an instant.
In the next second, a strong and steady voice with infinite edge resounded through the sky:
"the sword is better folded than bent, so no matter what your purpose is, I muronghe always does one thing, that is, pulling out the sword."
With this light roar and the green light, shanwenbai released the girl's hand, and then the sword fell from the air and hit the lake. Even if the girl's heart was as hard as iron, her eyes were still blurred by tears. She held her hands and controlled her body from sinking into the lake.
After Jiansheng's death, shanwenbai looked down at the fist sized hole in his chest. Just now, it was completely penetrated by Qinglian sword, and his internal organs were also annihilated.
After that, shanwenbai's gray hair, which was originally like acupuncture, seemed to have lost the power of support. It dropped slowly, and turned gray to white in an instant. Then shanwenbai raised his head, looked at the green lotus and the sword in front of him, and murmured: "muronghe, you gave up the chance of becoming a saint once in a thousand years, and in a moment you made the whole green lotus supreme The power is completely released, just to kill me? "
"If you pull out your sword, it's natural to forget about life and death, and I'm so angry that I don't want you to live any more in this world."
Murong and the faint voice fell. In the center of the lake, the green lotus in bud began to crumble from the outermost petals. It was like a piece of exquisite porcelain, which gradually turned into powder and floated away. At the same time, the whole lake began to shake violently, and the countless swords at the bottom of the lake gave out a shrill roar.
At the same time, in the sound of the sword, there was a strong and incomparable emotion, anger and bitterness. Seeing the green lotus blooming soon, however, it failed at the last moment. In this case, the whole wanjian mountain and the inheritance of Kendo fell into incomparable madness.
Shanwenbai's move almost cut off the chance of a sage in kendo. It will take countless years for burying Jianhu to form Kendo details of such a scale. What a pity!
The green lotus petals were broken one after another, and the shrill sound of the sword came out one after another. The tears in the eyes of the girl Jiansheng were even more serious. Then the girl raised her hand, stretched out to the front powerlessly, let the tears drop, and kept opening her mouth and crying:
"don't dissipate, don't, don't!"The girl knew how much effort and sweat the whole wanjian Pavilion had paid for it, and she knew that her master had been fishing for nearly 20 years by the burial sword Lake before she could get the chance to become a saint.
and now, everything is like a bubble that is broken and disillusioned at the moment. Not only is the sword born, but the disciples of Jiange who still remain conscious of the lake can not help but shed two lines of blood and tears.
Murong and one sword cut out the whole green lotus sword power, so the blue lotus flower in the center of the lake broke faster and faster. After a few breaths, a middle-aged man sitting on the ground appeared.
The man's face is ordinary, and he still wears a coir raincoat on his body. He looks like a very ordinary fisherman in the folk society of the summer. However, his eyes on his face are actually sharp. He looks directly at shanwenbai who is still standing in the same place, and even the void is cut apart.
Then shanwenbai's mouth overflowed with blood and Murong continued to ask:
"I came from Baidi palace. How dare Murong and you kill me
"If you want to use me to achieve a certain purpose, such as gold cicada shelling, then all the people who use swords in the vast land of Shenzhou will regard you as the inevitable enemy."
Murong he finished his words and raised his head. There was a blue light again in the void. The head of shanwenbai was separated, and his whole body fell back into the lake. The next breath, countless sword spirits in the lake released infinite sword Qi at the same time, and his body was cut into powder.
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On the vast land of Shenzhou, the ultimate goal of all monks who lead Qi into the body and step into the path of practice is to become holy. Saint, the infinite existence in the limited world! However, it is difficult to become a saint, but it is difficult to ascend to the sky. Thousands of calamities add to the body. If you fail to succeed, you will die. Since ancient times, countless talented and gorgeous people, such as Bai Mingxiu, have died with hatred. but for thousands of Murong and Jiange, he has a great advantage over others in attacking the sage, because there is a deep buried sword Lake behind it. There are countless swords of soul sword in the lake. One lake, one lotus and one person. It's no exaggeration to say that muronghe, who is favored by the vast land Kendo of Shenzhou, once he stays in the green lotus border, and when the green lotus fully blooms, his chances of becoming a saint will be increased by hundreds of times. The stronger one's accomplishments, the more he will understand how important this chance is once he reaches the later stage of his practice, because in front of the natural moat of holiness, the level of talent is just a cloud. However, muronghe's choice was unexpected, but it was reasonable. In the face of this situation, people at different levels responded differently to the two choices. Shan Wenbai, or great national master, combined the ancient blood surname Jiang and the supreme talent of the Ying family of the former dynasty, revived the whole life, and cooperated with the people in the mirror to cultivate the semi holy peak which is only one step away from the bridge between heaven and earth. Therefore, he knew how strong the desire for saints was for people in his general realm, which seemed to be the most powerful in the world Tao, the most irresistible addiction, is willing to give up everything for it. Therefore, in his opinion, it is so inconceivable that muronghe gave up his position as a saint for the sake of his disciples. So when the hand reached out from the green lotus and shook it, Shan Wenbai's eyes flashed an inconceivable color for a moment, and immediately blocked the girl Jiansheng in front of him, trying to use it as a shield to retreat. But it was too late. Murong and his right hand showed a pure and flawless blue color just like the sword spirit that was constantly enveloped around. However, the palm of this hand had a very thick cocoon, because it was a hand holding the sword. Cocoon in hand, sword in heart! Just as the thought was hard to reflect, a sword converged from the green lotus to Murong he's hand. The sword was full of gold and green, and the lotus flower petals were naturally carved on it, if you had to use words to describe it. Out of the mud but not dye, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon! As soon as the green lotus sword comes out, a golden light lights up in the void. Its speed seems to ignore the laws of time and space in the road. Before shanwenbai reacts, it penetrates the latter's chest in an instant. In the next second, a strong and steady voice with infinite edge resounded through the sky: "the sword is better folded than bent, so no matter what your purpose is, I muronghe always does one thing, that is, pulling out the sword." With this light roar and the green light, shanwenbai released the girl's hand, and then the sword fell from the air and hit the lake. Even if the girl's heart was as hard as iron, her eyes were still blurred by tears. She held her hands and controlled her body from sinking into the lake. After Jiansheng's death, shanwenbai looked down at the fist sized hole in his chest. Just now, it was completely penetrated by Qinglian sword, and his internal organs were also annihilated. After that, shanwenbai's gray hair, which was originally like acupuncture, seemed to have lost the power of support. It dropped slowly, and turned gray to white in an instant. Then shanwenbai raised his head, looked at the green lotus and the sword in front of him, and murmured: "muronghe, you gave up the chance of becoming a saint once in a thousand years, and in a moment you made the whole green lotus supreme The power is completely released, just to kill me? " "If you pull out your sword, it's natural to forget about life and death, and I'm so angry that I don't want you to live any more in this world." Murong and the faint voice fell. In the center of the lake, the green lotus in bud began to crumble from the outermost petals. It was like a piece of exquisite porcelain, which gradually turned into powder and floated away. At the same time, the whole lake began to shake violently, and the countless swords at the bottom of the lake gave out a shrill roar. At the same time, in the sound of the sword, there was a strong and incomparable emotion, anger and bitterness. Seeing the green lotus blooming soon, however, it failed at the last moment. In this case, the whole wanjian mountain and the inheritance of Kendo fell into incomparable madness. Shanwenbai's move almost cut off the chance of a sage in kendo. It will take countless years for burying Jianhu to form Kendo details of such a scale. What a pity! The green lotus petals were broken one after another, and the shrill sound of the sword came out one after another. The tears in the eyes of the girl Jiansheng were even more serious. Then the girl raised her hand, stretched out to the front powerlessly, let the tears drop, and kept opening her mouth and crying: "don't dissipate, don't, don't!"The girl knew how much effort and sweat the whole wanjian Pavilion had paid for it, and she knew that her master had been fishing for nearly 20 years by the burial sword Lake before she could get the chance to become a saint. and now, everything is like a bubble that is broken and disillusioned at the moment. Not only is the sword born, but the disciples of Jiange who still remain conscious of the lake can not help but shed two lines of blood and tears. Murong and one sword cut out the whole green lotus sword power, so the blue lotus flower in the center of the lake broke faster and faster. After a few breaths, a middle-aged man sitting on the ground appeared. The man's face is ordinary, and he still wears a coir raincoat on his body. He looks like a very ordinary fisherman in the folk society of the summer. However, his eyes on his face are actually sharp. He looks directly at shanwenbai who is still standing in the same place, and even the void is cut apart. Then shanwenbai's mouth overflowed with blood and Murong continued to ask: "I came from Baidi palace. How dare Murong and you kill me "If you want to use me to achieve a certain purpose, such as gold cicada shelling, then all the people who use swords in the vast land of Shenzhou will regard you as the inevitable enemy." Murong he finished his words and raised his head. There was a blue light again in the void. The head of shanwenbai was separated, and his whole body fell back into the lake. The next breath, countless sword spirits in the lake released infinite sword Qi at the same time, and his body was cut into powder. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
