Chapter 174: The Second Meridian of Dunjia, Open! [Second update, please subscribe!]
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This was the weapon that the young master had personally refined for him, and it represented the young master's expectations of him, so he didn't want to disappoint the young master.
After getting the Jingtian Sword, he always carried the sword with him when eating, drinking, or going to the toilet.
He practiced swordplay in the lake, shirtless, practicing the most primitive sword move, the stabbing sword.
He wants to cultivate his own sword intent.
One thrust of the sword can open up a lake a hundred miles wide.
Of course, this is the ideal situation.
At first, he stabbed the sword in the lake, but due to the resistance of the water, the sword lost the strength to continue moving forward after less than five meters and completely dissipated.
He did not get discouraged.
Practice sword again and again.
Feel the changes in the water flow, feel the deep feeling of the Jingtian Sword tearing through the water.
He understood the true meaning of the sword through every tiny vibration of the water hitting the sword.
The intention comes from the heart, and the sword comes from the heart.
Just as Young Master said, when a sword reaches its peak, it can split mountains, split lakes, and chop the sky...
He wants to create his own sword spirit and gain the glory of becoming a swordsman.
Under the city of Southern Jin.
Jing Yue, dressed in a white shirt, stepped out from the rainy sky.
Jingtian Sword, one becomes five.
Stab out suddenly.
The invisible misty sword energy tore apart, like a ray of blue thunder drawn from the gloomy sky.
It was like a ray of warm sunlight tearing through the paper film on the window and shining into the lifeless house, like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.
Boom! Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Screams of pain were heard everywhere.
Five sword energies swept past, and the southern barbarians who were shouting and killing died tragically one after another in the sword energies.
Beads of sweat appeared on Jing Yue's forehead.
He grasped the Jingtian Sword which was spinning at high speed.
He swung his sword in a flower pattern, and the tip of the sword touched the ground, creating a deep hole in the ground.
Tang Yimo, who was trapped by the bone spurs, narrowed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
The people from Baiyujing came to support him! With the support of the world's number one cultivation force, his pressure would be much less.
The barbarians have become too weird, using all kinds of tricks.
He had never seen such a strange method of making the ground grow thorns.
Jing Yue, dressed in a white robe, did not retreat. He was no longer the Jing Paopao of the past. Now, he was determined to become a swordsman.
The swordsman who marched forward fearlessly and killed millions of soldiers with one sword! Under the gate of Nanjin City.
Taoist robes fluttered.
Xie Yunling slowly walked out from the city.
Behind him, the disciples of the Taoist Pavilion followed. One by one, the disciples of the Taoist Pavilion came out of Tiandang Mountain and followed Xie Yunling.
Looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground.
Many of the disciples in the Dao Pavilion who had never seen killing looked a little ugly.
But there is more anger and resentment.
When barbarian enemies invade, as people of the Great Zhou, we must not retreat or escape.
Although they are not from the court.
However, the Great Zhou was their world.
"Where are the disciples of Dao Pavilion?"
Xie Yunling said calmly.
The sound was so loud that it spread throughout the entire battlefield.
"exist!"
The disciples of the Taoist temple, wearing Taoist robes, endured the discomfort of seeing blood all over the ground, responded with a shout, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Xie Yunling's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind as he sat upright on the ground.
He clasped his hands together and spiritual energy flowed out of his body, spreading between heaven and earth as if merging with the continuous rain and overcast skies.
far away.
The black-robed men guarded by the barbarian soldiers noticed these Taoists in Taoist robes.
They raised the withered wooden sticks in their hands.
It hit the ground hard.
Boom...
It was as if an invisible wave was spreading from the earth, constantly expanding and spreading...
The earth seemed to have turned into a blanket, shaking constantly.
Boom boom boom! The earth spikes were like lurking earth dragons, drilling towards the Taoists in the Taoist Pavilion.
"Set up the formation."
Xie Yunling glanced at the undulating ground and said.
The next moment, the ten fingers of both hands were crossed and stacked, forming a seal and pushed out.
The disciples of the Dao Pavilion who were sitting in various directions stood up one after another, took star steps, and released a wisp of Qi from their Qi Dan.
With Xie Yunling at the center, a white glow appeared all around.
The rain in the sky seemed to be frozen.
It turned into icy arrows that rained down from the sky, nailing the barbarians to death, and blood filled the earth.
The soldiers of Nanjun were covered in blood and gasping for breath.
But they were no longer afraid.
One by one, they waved their swords, roared, and rushed forward again.
Behind them is their homeland. Once they retreat, their homeland will be trampled by the barbarians.
Even if they died, they would fight with their flesh and blood to kill an enemy! As long as one more barbarian died, Nanjun would be safer.
The undulating earth spikes in the ground rushed out like earth dragons, and the sharp tips of the spikes stabbed towards the disciples of the Taoist Pavilion one by one.
He stabbed towards Xie Yunling who was the first to be hit.
He wanted to pierce Xie Yunling's forehead and make him bleed.
but……
The mark in Xie Yunling's hand changed again.
The Tao follows nature.
A wind blew and turned into a wind barrier, blocking the disciples of the Taoist Pavilion.
Boom boom boom! The earth spikes hit the wind barrier and exploded directly, unable to move forward any further.
Xie Yunling's Taoist robe fluttered, and his graying temples were flying.
He looked at the men in black robes.
You have your tricks, and I have mine.
It all depends on who is more capable! There were tiny footsteps.
On the city wall of Nanjin City, figures in green clothes carrying sword cases ran out one after another.
As they ran, these green-shirted men burst into clanging sounds, and swords came out of their sword boxes, like silver light tearing through the night sky.
"Zhongnan Mountain Sword Pavilion, join the battle!"
A hoarse voice rang out.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu stood on the top of the city wall, with two swords on his back, one was "Chao Ju" and the other was "Bitao".
The swordsmen in Jiange started to move.
Jing Yue looked back holding the Jingtian Sword, a complex expression on his face.
There is comfort and joy.
Although he did not have a strong sense of belonging to Jiange.
But, at this moment... he still felt very happy.
In a earthen thorn cage.
Tang Yimo growled, his whole body felt like it was on fire, his skin was flushed red, and veins were densely covered on his forehead and neck.
He was like a mad beast.
He clenched his fists and kept hitting the earth spikes.
Every blow would shatter the earth spikes, and he didn't know how many punches he had thrown.
The flesh on his hands seemed to be turning into a bloody mess under the bombardment! From time to time, earth spikes would appear on the ground, trying to kill Tang Yimo, but they were all smashed to pieces by Tang Yimo's violence.
"Break it for me!"
Tang Yimo roared.
He rammed his body into the earth spikes.
The dark demonic energy continued to spread from his body.
Although he had the help of Jing Yue, Dao Ge and Jiange, Tang Yimo was still unwilling to give in.
Tang Xiansheng asked him to take over the affairs of Nanjun. At the beginning, Tang Yimo just wanted his mother and sister Tang Guo to live a good and worry-free life.
And now.
He gradually discovered...
His protection is not just for his mother and sister.
That was his little home.
However, there is still a big family in people's hearts that needs to be protected, and this big family is Nanjun.
"Tang Xiansheng...you bastard!"
The more Tang Yimo was hit, the redder his eyes became, and he cursed.
The next moment.
Tang Yimo let out an angry roar.
Every strand of his hair stood on end, as if a powerful wave of energy had broken free from the shackles in his body.
Boom! The violent beating of the heart was like a plucked string, shaking the entire battlefield.
The second meridian...open.
In a earthen thorn cage.
The clothes on Tang Yimo's upper body exploded, revealing his muscular body. Every blood vessel in his body emerged on the surface and escaped like a snake.
Eight Meridians Dunjia, the second meridian.
Tang Yimo's eyes became sharp, and at this moment he felt as if he had the power to overturn the earth.
"Tizo?"
Jing Yue was holding the Jingtian Sword and was shocked.
Xie Yunling and Sword Saint Hua Dongliu also looked over.
In a earthen thorn cage.
Tang Yimo's hair was flying upside down. He raised his hand and touched the earth spikes.
Clench slightly.
Bang! The earth spikes were crushed by him.
Amid the shattering earth, Tang Yimo's body suddenly shot out and turned into a black shadow that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye! "So fast!"
Jing Yue took a deep breath.
Xie Yunling and Sword Saint Hua Dongliu, two other disciples of the same level, also stared at him.
This is... the Ti Zang Realm?!
However, there were violent winds and waves.
Tang Yimo appeared beside the men in black robes.
The barbarians who had no idea what death was attacked madly.
In Tang Yimo's eyes, the movements of these people became extremely slow.
He made a move, and his figure flashed past in an instant like black lightning.
These barbarians exploded one after another.
Tang Yimo jumped up and fell like a cannonball.
He left footprints on the ground.
One by one, the men in black robes began to chant, and earth thorns began to grow.
However, the growing earth thorns could not keep up with Tang Yimo's speed.
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Tang Yimo approached a man in black robe and hit him on the head with his elbow.
The man in black robe exploded fragilely, even more fragile than the barbarian warrior.
In an instant, all the men in black robes were killed by Tang Yimo.
Leaving corpses all over the ground.
The blood vessels in Tang Yimo's body were exposed and flowing ferociously. The suppressed aura made people's heart palpitate.
All the men in black robes died.
but……
Tang Yimo did not feel relaxed, but instead felt an extremely oppressive aura.
He raised his head and seemed to see through the dense forest at a glance.
Deep in the jungle.
There was a burly figure with his back facing the direction of Nanjun.
At this moment, she seemed to sense Tang Yimo's gaze and slowly turned around.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
The Baiyujing Pavilion was still shrouded in thick fog.
Lu Fan's white shirt fluttered as he looked at the huge source that was silent in the Beiluo Lake.
In the origin, five types of energy are constantly flowing.
Lu Fan stretched out his hand and released wisps of spiritual energy into the origin, making the attribute power in the origin even stronger.
"There's still some gap..."
Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, looked at Benyuan, and took a sip of warm green plum wine.
His fingers tapped lightly on the Phoenix Feather Armguard.
The lines in his eyes flickered as he saw the battles taking place in various places, but his brows were calm.
How can we see the rainbow without going through the storm? How can we grow without fighting? To create a world is not only about the growth of the world, but also the growth of the people in the world.
If they want to become stronger, they must go through battles and hardships.
Just like the Overlord, only under great pressure can he enter the body.
Another example is Tang Yimo, who understood the importance of protecting in his heart, and only then could he open up the second meridian.
Lu Fan did not wipe out all the invading wanderers, although he could do it, but... this world needs pressure and growth.
Lu Fan no longer watched the battles in various places.
He collected his thoughts.
Concentrate on starting the final transformation of the origin of the world.
Once the transformation is complete...
This is the time when the world is transformed, and when the storm of spiritual revival sweeps across the earth.
…
North County.
Outside Tianhan Pass.
It was snowing heavily, but the snow on the ground was stained with blood.
The Beijun army was charging and fighting frantically outside the pass.
Tan Tai Xuan, wearing cold armor and holding a spear, rushed into the enemy army. He kept killing the Rong people. The warm blood splashed on his face. He wiped it off without any care and continued to kill the enemy.
The generals of Beijun also charged forward frantically. They had been fighting against the Rong soldiers for generations, and their loved ones had all died at the hands of the Rong soldiers, so they would not retreat.
They would rather laugh about thirsting for the blood of the Western Rong!
The sky box is closed.
Mo Beike was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, and Mo Ju was also wearing a crane cloak. The two of them looked at the army fighting below with complicated emotions.
"In this battle... I'm afraid all the practitioners that Beijun has worked so hard to train for three months will be destroyed."
“Is it worth it?”
Mo Ju said.
Mo Beike coughed, looked at Tan Tai Xuan who was fighting on the battlefield, and smiled.
"Nothing is worth it or not. If the governor thinks it is worth it, then it is worth it."
"In fact, I am quite surprised. Tan Tai Xuan has been defeated repeatedly since he went to war. The Battle of Beiluo, the Battle of Wolongling, the Battle of Dijing... He was almost defeated in all the battles. However, he never lost heart. Instead, he became more and more courageous. Although he has no chance to become an immortal, he has not lost all hope."
"Originally, I chose Tan Tai Xuan just because of his Beijun army and the Tan Tai family behind him."
"But now... I am interested in Tan Tai Xuan."
Mo Beike said slowly.
Heavy snow fell and passed by Mo Ju's eyes.
Mo Ju stretched out his hand, and a snow petal fell into his hand and turned into ice crystal.
"Indeed... this person doesn't have the bravery of Overlord, the shrewdness of Tang Xiansheng, or the secretiveness of Lu Ping'an. He's even... a little silly, but... he's pretty good."
Mo Ju smiled.
Mo Beike couldn't help but laugh.
…
In the Western Rong army.
The King of Xirong stood on the chariot, looking at Tan Tai Xuan charging on the battlefield, frowning slightly.
"This person... is the governor of Beijun, Tan Tai Xuan?"
"He's a real man."
The King of Xirong had a complicated expression and sighed with emotion.
In the past, he had fought hard against the enemy, leading the charge and using his body to carve out a bloody path.
pity……
There were no great practitioners in the Northern County of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Go ahead."
The King of Xirong waved his hand gently.
Then several burly and ruthless Western Rong warriors, riding their horses, galloped out at full speed and rushed straight towards Tan Tai Xuan.
The sound of horse hooves exploded.
The snow on the ground was blown away.
The numb Xirong warriors rushed forward, and a strange power erupted from their bodies.
Tan Tai Xuan, who was killing the enemy, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
But then I saw several strange Xirong warriors coming to kill me.
Beside Tan Tai Xuan, soldiers from Beijun who practiced Buddhism and possessed spiritual energy in their bodies rushed out.
Fight with these Xirong warriors.
The cultivators' weapons slashed on the bodies of these Xirong warriors, but the Xirong warriors didn't even make a sound.
The weapon in his hand continued to swing.
Kill the practitioners from Beijun.
Tan Tai Xuan's eyes were bloodshot.
The practitioners around were also shocked.
"Go, Governor!"
They discovered that these strange soldiers were targeting Tan Tai Xuan, so they roared and rushed over, blocking in front of Tan Tai Xuan to cover his retreat.
Looking at the Northern County practitioners dying one after another, Tan Tai Xuan's heart was bleeding.
On the city gate.
Mo Beike and Mo Ju frowned.
In the distance, a servant came quickly and respectfully, took a letter and handed it to Mo Beike.
After Mo Beike unfolded it, he took a look and saw the wrinkles on his old face, and he couldn't help but laugh.
The wind and snow are blowing.
The lower city gate of Tianhan Pass was opened.
The sound of horse hooves neighing.
A suit of silver armor gleamed in the light.
Jiang Li rode on a horse, holding a silver spear in his hand, and swooped out.
at the same time.
Buzhou Peak, the secret realm of Longmen.
Luo Cheng, dressed in armor, walked out with Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang, who were both carrying baskets.
We haven’t reached Longmen yet.
Then they could hear the long flute sound.
Everyone was startled, but saw a girl with her eyes closed sitting at the dragon's gate, playing a flute.
Luo Cheng bowed to the girl, while Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang looked at her curiously.
The girl stopped playing the flute.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You have the aura of my father on you, go ahead... I won't stop you."
The girl said.
She has a nice voice.
Luo Cheng was very curious about who the father the girl was referring to.
Do they have the aura of the girl's father?
They came from Beiluo Lake Island. Could it be that the girl's father is...
Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang were simple-minded and didn't think too much about it.
Luo Cheng was terrified when he thought about it...
He seemed to have discovered some big secret?! Luo Cheng led Nie Shuang and Bai Qingniao down from Buzhou Peak.
Zhu Long then picked up the flute again, and the melodious sound of the flute filled the empty Dragon Gate.
suddenly.
The flute sound suddenly stopped.
"They can go through, but you... can't."
Zhu Long closed his eyes and looked towards the other end of the iron chain.
After a long silence, he spoke calmly.
(End of this chapter)