Chapter 1700 The Great Sun Sword Cultivator of the Upper Realm is lazy
This sky became quiet for a moment.
There were no enemies, no war, all monks were so peaceful that after that arrival, everything became quiet.
"This world,"
"How many old friends are there?"
Jiang Ding sighed lightly and looked around.
The true master of the fiery sun is gone.
He died in the sword fighting battlefield three thousand years ago. After all, this warlike sword cultivator of the Great Sun could not win and escape forever and disappeared one day.
The Emperor Xi Tianjun, I am gone.
This outstanding maid of Tushan in the Beiyuan era, the Hei clan of the Beiyuan era, came to the upper realm and promoted to Lianxu. She died on the battlefield more than a thousand years ago and died together with her Tushan maid.
Moon Night Heavenly Lord, the mutated moonlight rabbit, a cultivator from the Tushan Immortal City era, was promoted to Lianxu in the upper realm and was also killed in battle.
There are also many god-transforming monks who ascended from Beiyuan for tens of thousands of years...
That's it.
This is the case in this world. As time goes by, the familiar figures in memory will completely disappear at some point.
Later generations are countless outstanding talents and outstanding talents, but they are no longer of great significance.
Many emotions appeared in the heart of the Great Sun Sword Lord.
Then, it gradually calmed down.
In the lake of my heart, it is as smooth as a mirror, without any slight wave.
"Greetings, Heavenly Lord."
At this time, a woman like snow came from a distance, with a graceful look and bowed with gaze.
The Great Sun Sword Cultivator·The Holy Body of Blood Spirit, Mu Tianxue.
The ancestor of the Blood Slaughter Hall of the Golden Pill Power in the Three Kingdoms land in the past, once pursued Dari Jianzi, who was young, and did not die. He also came to the upper realm and has now become a cultivator in the early stage of Hedao.
"Your Taoist name is the Ice and Snow God?"
"Interesting."
Jiang Ding said lightly: "The Great Sun Sword Cultivator is named after ice and snow. This is very interesting and a unique path. Let me show you."
At this moment, he had a huge difference.
All the sword cultivators around him were shocked.
This is Dari Jianzi.
From a fragile and affectionate boy to a cold swordsman, the majestic swordsman monarch is just a moment, and no one knows what is real.
Maybe both, or maybe none.
“Yes,”
"Heavenly Lord!"
Mu Tianxue respectfully accepted the order.
She knew that not everyone was qualified to call an old friend in front of Dari Jianzi, which could touch his mood.
And when the orders of this sword monarch appear, it is best not to disobey any of them.
Clam!
Mu Tianxue drew his sword.
This is a flying sword with ice crystals as snow as snow and as thin as cicada wings. It is extremely hot and extremely cold. As soon as it appears, it freezes the space and countless legal networks of the laws of heaven, and ice crystal patterns frozen the entire universe.
At this moment, nine identical Mu Tianxue drew his sword.
These nine Mu Tianxue are not clones, they are all original bodies, and they come from the power of the innate Taoist body.
They burned their essence and blood, burned their souls, cut open the space with one sword, and cut open the net of rules. With their early stage cultivation, they actually showed the peak-level combat power of Hedao, which made many sword cultivators around them fascinated.
This extremely sublimation sword fell on the hair of the young man in blue and solidified.
"Interesting."
"Create an extremely cold environment with the ability to absorb heat with the Great Sun Kendo?"
"It's indeed a wonderful idea, and it's very suitable for you, and it's also a new path."
Jiang Ding praised him without hesitation. He raised his hand.
This ice crystal flying sword was pinched by two fingers and threw it backwards, turning into a stream of light and reflected into Mu Tianxue's pupils.
"This..."
Mu Tianxue was in a palpitations and looked at her natal flying sword like a devil.
The ice and snow flying sword that was clearly the same, was the flying sword she had been with for tens of thousands of years, just because she was thrown over by someone.
The flying sword actually contained such beautiful and terrifying sword skills.
These sword techniques are so familiar. They are clearly the Great Sun Ice and Snow Sword Sword Techniques she has practiced throughout her life, but they are deeper and more mysterious. Several completely different sword trajectory directions appear in a hazy way.
The mystery of this is extremely exquisite.
He neither gave a specific answer completely, so as not to destroy the spirituality of the sword monks, but also gave him enough promotion directions. Once he understood thoroughly, the sword will definitely make rapid progress.
Mu Tianxue couldn't help but be fooled.
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Clam!
This ice crystal flying sword came to the dazed face of her and slowly returned to the scabbard without hurting her at all.
Mu Tianxue suddenly woke up and felt a little lost inexplicably.
Now, is she not even qualified to be seriously injured by Dari Jianzi?
The young man in green really ignored her.
He looked into the distance and looked at a bright and bright figure. The figure walked step by step, and finally fell to one knee and surrendered.
"Sword Master."
He said.
It is not Dari Jianzi, nor Chunyang Jianzi, but the sword master, who is called the sword master to a cultivator of Void Refining.
So natural and so reasonable.
The sword master of the Great Sun lineage!
This person may be the most orthodox Dari Sword Cultivator in the world, so pure that there is no impurity, which is almost the same as when the first Dari Sword Master founded the Dari Sword Pavilion hundreds of thousands of years ago.
"Bright light,"
"I thought you would draw your sword from me, after all, you are already a mid-stage cultivator of Hedao."
Jiang Ding said lightly.
"If this is true, in my memory, your image is still brilliant and has not changed with the passage of time."
When the other party gives up glory, the title also changes accordingly.
This has to make people feel regretful.
Many years ago, when we met last time, Mingguangzi just fled and did not fail completely, and there is still a possibility of reversal.
A possible opponent disappeared like this.
"Sword Lord,"
"I have reached my limit."
Ming Lightson bowed his head and whispered: "I have been in the upper realm for tens of thousands of years, with such generous conditions, so many classics for reference, and so many excellent swordsmanship resources, I still cannot launch the new "Great Sun Sword Sutra" of the Hedao-level "Great Sun Sword Sutra". "
"In terms of talent, I am far inferior to Xiyuan, the master of the Great Sun Sword in the previous generation."
"Even if I am in the Nine Spirit Realm, I am at most just a master of the Great Sun Sword. I cannot push the Great Sun Sword Dao to a higher level. I can only stay for future generations. As time goes by, another generation of peerless Great Sun Sword Master appears, breaking the limit of the Great Sun Sword Dao today."
"From now on, you are this person."
"Follow your footsteps, in the future, I have hope of being promoted to heaven and even pursuing higher hopes."
Bloody battles are the supreme opportunity for the sword cultivator.
However, this opportunity cannot change everything.
Ming Lightson did not die in the bloody battle of tens of thousands of years. He won from time to time and understood a lot, but he still could not deduce the "Great Sun Sword Sutra" to a new level, so he was always too weak to the same level as the Immortal Sect in terms of inheritance.
These tens of thousands of years have worn away his ambitions.
(This chapter ends)