[Two hundred and sixty-six, [One state starts the sword!]

Outside the gate of Momen Mountain, the scene in front of him made the seductive Mu Bailu widen his plump red lips.

Nan Wu, who has always been in a daze, with a sluggish expression, now has a burning gaze, folded his hands, bowed in the direction of the Wanmin Bell, and said in his heart: “Amitabha.”

The Wanmin Bell in Qingzhou is a well-known magic weapon , These hundreds of instruments are the most representative of the attitude and philosophy of these kendo sects.

If there is injustice in the world, it will be flattened with a sword!

The loudness of the bell, and the number of times, indicates whether the problem is serious.

Such a thunderous bell echoed nine times in one breath. This is the highest level of warning!

Moreover, such warnings can only be issued by Jianzong Jianzun.

The heads of all sects and sects are aware of this, and practitioners in other states have also heard about it.

It has been more than 10,000 years since the first generation of Sword Sovereign refined the Wanmin Bell, and in these more than 10,000 years, nine thunderous bells have sounded, which is the first time!

This represents that Qingzhou has encountered an unprecedented catastrophe.

Mu Bailu recalled the sound of peace just now, and then revealed a serious low voice, guessing that it was the sound transmission of Jianzong Jianzun!

“May the calamity be pacified, please use your sword!”

Mu Bailu and Nan Wu repeatedly chewed on these words.

catastrophe?

What kind of catastrophe did Qingzhou encounter that made Lord Jianzun take it so seriously?

What really shocked people was the attitude and attitude of this black-robed man.

At the Momen Mountain Gate, this man appeared and started the sword in one go, without any hesitation.

decisive.

Chic.

As the head of the Momen, how could he not know the meaning of these nine thunders?

But it was just a flick of the finger, and the green energy rushed into the sky.

——Qingzhou Momen, start the sword!

This is the attitude of the head of the Momen, when faced with catastrophe and catastrophe.

Or…. is the spirit!

Mu Bailu looked at this figure, and suddenly remembered the widely circulated phrase, “When you see the song, you miss your life.”

She felt that at least the scene just now, she would always remember.

……..

……

..Qingzhou, Rongjian Mountain.

Rongjianshan is also a subordinate sect of Jianzong, but its temporary ranking is much higher than that of Momen.

At this moment, a figure wearing a blue robe appeared in front of Manmin Bell.

This person is Sun Qijing, the head of Rongjian Mountain, known as Jing Zhenren.

Soon, six figures appeared behind him, male and female. These people were the elders of Rongjian Mountain.

“Sect Master, nine thunders! Sword Sovereign’s voice transmission!” A female elder stepped forward and couldn’t help speaking.

Sun Qi nodded with a solemn expression.

“May the calamity be pacified, please use your sword.” With a slightly hoarse voice, he repeated the sound transmission from the Wanmin Bell just now.

“It’s been more than 10,000 years. This is the first case.” Sun Qijing looked up at the gray sky and said, “It seems that something big is going to happen.”

He could hear Jianzun

‘s voice. Sound transmission, what does it represent?

Although I don’t know what’s going on in detail, Jianzong’s attitude is already obvious.

This bell and sound transmission must have been conveyed to all subordinate sects.

It is impossible to have such a specification unless it is a catastrophe that affects a state.

And since the disaster affects one state, it is natural to use the power of the whole state.

Sun Qijing closed his eyes tightly, made a sword mark on his hands, and then lightly tapped between his eyebrows, and his consciousness began to shroud all around.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

“In the Qinglongchuan area, there are already sects who have raised swords.” Sun Qijing said solemnly.

“Huh? What sect?” asked a male elder.

“Momen.” Sun Qijing said of a sect that no one had any impression of a few years ago, but in recent years, it has become famous because of one person.

“This road Chaoge… is a wonderful person.” For a while, several elders didn’t know how to evaluate.

Sun Qijing smiled slightly, as if he had thought of something interesting, and said, “Junior brothers and sisters, do you still remember when I was young when the bell rang and went down the mountain to eliminate demons and cultivate?

” Can you remember, look at my injury, isn’t it left over from that year?” a male elder replied.

Another male elder said: “Humph! If it wasn’t for that demon cultivating evil and causing my spiritual sense to be severely damaged, I don’t think my limit should just be like this. The bottleneck is ten years.”

“Oh, Brother Chen, you didn’t say that back then. You said that you broke down and stood up, and you will soar to the sky in the future.

” The depression and dignified atmosphere just now have been diluted a lot.

When they heard the Senior Sect Master take the initiative to mention that the big guys went down the mountain to eliminate demons together, they probably understood what Senior Sect Master meant.

[Starting the sword], in fact, is to vote for the name.

Next, it is necessary to use the power of the whole sect.

Even if the inheritance is cut off and the incense is extinguished, it will not be a pity to die!

In the past, although everyone was a subordinate sect of Jianzong, Jianzong sent orders to do things, and there was no need to do this.

Sun Qijing took out his life sword from the storage ring, and made a sword salute to the elders, the same as before.

However, what he said back then was: “Junior brothers and sisters, would you like to follow your brother down the mountain to slay demons and slay demons?”

Today he said: “Junior brothers and sisters, would you like to be united and not worry about life and death?”

Everyone took them out one by one.

The sword of life responded with a sword ceremony.

“Please instruct the sect master!”

Sun Qijing laughed heartily, and the laughter spread throughout the entire Rongjian Mountain.

Just as he was in high spirits back then, he led a group of junior brothers and sisters down the mountain.

This white-haired man has a hint of youthful spirit on his body!

——Like a young man.

I saw him raise his right hand, flick his fingers, and a sword qi from his fingertips hit the Wanmin Bell at the gate of Rongjian Mountain.

In an instant, the sound of the bell echoed among the peaks.

The disciples of Rongjian Mountain clenched the natal sword in their hands, watching the azure air fill their eyes, and then rushed straight into the sky, turning into a giant azure sword.

Sun Qijing’s slightly hoarse voice spread around.

“Qingzhou Rongjian Mountain, start the sword!”

…….

Qingzhou, Yin and Yang Sword Pond

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The Yin-Yang Sword Pond is the number one existence among the three hundred subordinate sects of the Sword Sect in the past fifty years.

In the entire Qingzhou, apart from the Sword Sect, the most powerful is the Yin Yang Sword Pond.

Since the establishment of this sect, it is actually shorter than most of the [Hundreds of Sects].

But in this not-so-long history of sects, it has suddenly emerged and become more and more powerful, until now it has become an existence under one sect and above a hundred sects.

The bell of the Wanmin Bell echoes in the peaks of the Yin-Yang Sword Pond.

The head of the Yin Yang Sword Pond is a woman named Mu Qing.

Her heroic spirit is very heavy, she is obviously a woman, but she has sword eyebrows.

She has slightly high cheekbones and a tall figure, exuding an air of superiority all over her body.

In fact, she is also resolute in her actions on weekdays.

Many people in Qingzhou say she is Qingzhou’s Hengyin.

Mu Qing raised his head and looked at Wanmin Zhong, his hands behind his back, and the index finger of his right hand tapped the back of his left hand lightly.

The high-level officials of Yin Yang Jianchi stood behind her and looked at Wan Min Zhong with solemn expressions on their faces.

“May the catastrophe be pacified, please use your sword.” Mu Qing repeated this sentence.

She snorted, turned her head and said, “Is there something you don’t want?”

No one said a word.

The Yin Yang Sword Pond has its own pride.

The second largest sect in Qingzhou has its own majesty.

In the catastrophe of heaven and earth, among the three hundred subordinate sects, my Yin-Yang Sword Pool will naturally bear the brunt!

My sword cultivator, why have you ever been afraid of battle?

Seeing that no one made a sound, Mu Qing showed a rare smile on his face.

She also took out the natal sword from the storage ring, but instead of doing a sword salute like Sun Qijing, she placed the sword in front of her in a heroic manner.

Everyone has his own style and his own way of life.

She said loudly: “Yin-Yang Sword Pond, the ancestor’s legacy!”

As soon as the words fell, a group of high-level officials followed her.

“The demons are ruining the world, kill!”

“The same family is ruining the world, killing!”

“The evil cultivators are ruining the world, killing!”

“The alien beasts are ruining the world, killing!”

“…” A

series of killings filled with murderous intent.

The patriarch of Yin-Yang Sword Pond left the last sentence:

“Swords are used to draw out their sheaths!”

Mu Qing’s slightly narrow eyes glanced around at everyone.

In the Yin Yang Sword Pond, the entire sect practiced killing swords!

How could such a sect be afraid of war?

This valiant woman, with her back to Manmin Bell, raised her right hand and flicked her fingers backwards.

A fingertip sword energy directly hit the Wanmin Bell, and a loud bell sounded.

The azure qi filled the air, shot straight into the sky, and turned into a cyan qi sword.

“Qingzhou Yin-Yang Sword Pond, raise your sword!”

……..

……..

Above the nine heavens, a middle-aged scholar holds a copper bell, his spiritual consciousness is spread out, and his eyes are overlooking the earth.

One after another, blue air rose into the sky.

It starts from Momen and spreads all around.

One green qi, two green qi, three green qi… A hundred green qi.

At this moment, no matter which area of Qingzhou it is, as long as you look up at the sky, you can see at least one sword against the sky.

If in some areas, there are dense sects of Sword Sect subordinates, then, if you look up, you can even see several blue qi in one breath.

This day is destined to be a day that everyone in Qingzhou will never forget.

The voice of Wanmin Bell was already resounding for hundreds of miles, plus Jianzun’s voice transmission, and that sword after another.

It can be said that this matter has spread throughout the entire Qingzhou land in a very short period of time.

Qingzhou is a big state of kendo, where there are many sects of kendo, and the three hundred subordinate sects of sword sect are actually only a part.

At this moment, not only these three hundred subordinate sects, but in fact, all sects and factions have probably already made up their minds.

Although I don’t know what happened, but from the perspective of the situation, at least it is a major event that affects one state.

Be alone, can you?

Actually it can.

As long as you run fast enough, even if you die in the end, you can die a little later.

The sky is falling, and the tall one is on it.

Jianzong and these subordinate sects are naturally at the forefront.

However, how to choose is a personal choice.

This place is the Great State of Kendo.

More than 10,000 years ago, an Eternal Emperor appeared here.

In the name of one person, crown the name of a state, forever romantic!

For more than 10,000 years, the entire Dazhou has focused on the way of swordsmanship, and practitioners are proud of their swords and their identity as swordsmen.

Even the children at the foot of the mountain, their favorite toy is the wooden sword.

This, too, is eternal!

On this land, there are legends about swordsmen circulating one after another.

On this land, people at the foot of the mountain encounter hardships, and when they see a practitioner with a long sword on their waist, they will feel at ease and feel that they are saved.

How many people have died, how many swords have been buried, and how many famous names have been left on this land?

On a mountain peak, a hearty laugh suddenly came.

“Xishan is willing to listen to Sword Master’s orders and make peace with the catastrophe!”

In another deep valley, there were bursts of sounds.

“Ghost Sword Valley is willing to listen to Sword Master’s order and make peace with the catastrophe!”

One voice after another resounded through the world.

More than 10,000 years of kendo state, more than 10,000 years of sword cultivation romance!

——Qingzhou spirit!

Nine days above, the middle-aged scholar put away the copper bell in his hand, and then bowed downwards.

He didn’t know how many people would die next.

Nobody will know.

But he knew that there would be people who would keep fighting.

Huanghuang Qingzhou, the sky is full of blue air.

………… In front of the

Momen

Mountain gate, Lu Chaoge looked around.

In the Qinglong River area, there are already a large number of cyan qi swords.

In his previous life, he was not a Qingzhou player, nor was he a sword cultivator.

He has always been puzzled, why among so many players, the sword cultivators have the strongest sense of substitution, and the sword cultivators have their eyes above the bottom, and they are very proud?

Those who practice swords look down on anyone.

This time, he understood.

Jian Xiu has his own pride in his bones.

At the same time, it has its own style and spirit.

After he raised the sword, figures appeared behind him.

The first to come here were Ji Changkong and Lu Dongli.

The appearance of Ji Changkong made Mu Bailu and Nan Wu secretly startled outside the mountain gate.

Although they have never seen Ji Changkong

, they have heard of the Four Great Swords and know the appearance of Ji Changkong, one of the Four Great Swords.

Now, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from his body again, the number is right at once.

Now, due to a major accident, the two of Baishan didn’t know whether to advance or retreat for a while, so they were still in a daze in the air.

But because the mountain protection formation has opened a corner, which makes what happened in the mountain, both of them have a panoramic view and can feel it.

Ji Changkong came to Lu Chaoge’s side, raised his head and glanced at the blue air sword rising into the sky, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

But with this old urchin’s temperament and Lu Chaoge’s decisive attitude, Ji Changkong couldn’t help but mutter: “Hmph, do you know what the sword means, I think you are very free and easy, even a breath of time. You didn’t hesitate, right?”

Lu Chaoge raised the corner of his mouth and said, “No.”

This “No” made Ji Changkong choked.

He didn’t mean to reprimand him, but just laughed and scolded: “Young people don’t know how high the sky is.”

He wanted to say that if the sky fell, he would climb up first.

Unexpectedly, when Lu Chaoge heard the words, he raised his eyebrows and immediately said a word.

These words fell into the ears of Mu Bailu and Nan Wu, which directly shocked their hearts.

“Why should young people know that the sky is high?”

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[End of this Chapter]