Chapter 3377 He is like Long Xie, Sword Mother recognizes the master

Cui Dongshan slowly raised his right hand, put his two fingers together, and breathed out the sword energy at his fingertips. He made a hissing sound and flicked the sword to kill the dragon and snake.

"As expected of the Qingtong Heavenly Lord, even if Heavenly Court falls, his level of strength cannot be underestimated!"

The sword energy was condensed into substance, and it struck at the curling green smoke. The dragon roared and split into two. It lost its ferocious majesty. It was obvious that Old Man Yang's hand had been broken by Cui Dongshan.

Old Man Yang's face remained unchanged and his expression was as usual. He took two puffs of dry smoke in his mouth. The sparks in the pot were bright. Then he exhaled in one breath. The green smoke turned into a strong wind. Swept by the strong wind, the sparks spread across the sky and condensed into a A fire dragon emerged, with a huge body, majestic horns, a ferocious face, hard scales, and four sharp claws. It was a hundred feet in size. It opened its huge mouth and sprayed a stream of red flames towards the top of Broken Porcelain Mountain, as if it was about to burn the boy in white. Became ashes.

Cui Dongshan was originally the split soul of Cui Han, formed from the immortal remains of the ancient Shu dragon. His white clothes fluttered, the red mole between his eyebrows became more and more red and charming, and the pupils in his peach blossom eyes stood up and twinkled. With a ferocious and surly light, the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard from within his body, his fingers formed seals, and the water vapor between heaven and earth gathered together, forming a gurgling stream around his body.

Cui Dongshan waved his arm, and the stream turned into an equally huge water dragon. He opened his mouth and let out a dragon roar, and angrily hit the fire dragon.

The two huge dragons entangled and bit each other. The dragon scales were shattered, the dragon horns were broken, and the sharp claws were inserted into each other's bodies. The roars and wails kept ringing in the void. In the end, they were incompatible with each other and died together.

Cui Dongshanliang stood at a high place, looking down at Old Man Yang, the Qingtong Tianjun below, with a solemn expression on his face, and his erect pupils were constricted, almost condensing to a point. He did not look like a human being, and he said in a deep tone.

"As expected of a god left behind by the ancient heaven, his methods and strength are beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

Old Man Yang was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, taking a comfortable puff of cigarette and exhaling it slowly. The green smoke curled up, unable to cover up the old man's sharpness and majesty.

"It turns out that you are the body of a dragon. Ever since Chen Qingliu killed all the dragons in the world, there are no more real dragons in the world. It seems that you are not the main soul of the original body, but just a clone!"

Qingtong Tianjun has lived for tens of thousands of years. He has never seen anything. His eyesight is amazing. He caught a glimpse of Cui Dongshan's feet. He became more and more curious. There are not many top monks in the Great Li Dynasty. I don't know where this young man in white clothes and red moles is. The clone of bit.

Cui Dongshan was slightly shocked. He didn't expect this old immortal to be so powerful. After just testing two moves, he realized his foundation. He was worthy of being one of the top gods in the ancient heaven. He was once a great monk at the peak of the Fourteenth Realm. He stood tall on the mountain. On the top, overlooking all living beings.

"Mr. Yang's words are ridiculous. Who said there is no real dragon in the world?"

"Let's not talk about the distance. Let's just say that the Great Sword Immortal Zhou Jue, who has just left the Lizhu Blessed Land, is a pure swordsman at the peak of the Fourteenth Realm. He is only one step away from the Fifteenth Realm. He is truly favored by heaven and earth, favored by nature, and truly worthy of the world. Dragon! Even Chen Qingdu of the Hedao Sword Qi Great Wall, Yu Ke of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, and Kou Ming, the chief disciple of Bai Yujing, dare not say that they can defeat him. At most, they can only occupy the geographical advantage and maintain it. Just undefeated!”

Li Sheng Yu Ke is one of the Four Sages of Confucianism. He is the well-deserved second-in-command of the Confucian Temple, guarding the vast world. He is the first person under the founder of the three religions to have the power to enter the fifteenth realm. He has been fighting in the outer world for many years against those ancient remnants that are unfavorable to the Haoran world, and he has already aligned himself with the rules of the entire Haoran world.

Bai Yujing's great master, Kou Ming, was the person closest to the Taoist ancestors in Taoism. He took over as a teacher and took on disciples. He taught the truly invincible Yu Dou, and the Taoist Lu Chen, whose moral and ceremonial rules resounded throughout the world, and everyone was convinced. . His three religions are integrated into one, one Qi transforms into three pure beings, one body is divided into three parts, and has disappeared for a long time.

These two people once received high praise from the Holy Master, and were tied with the boss of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Qingdu.

"If it weren't for Chen Qingdu, Yu Ke, and Kou Ming, I really don't know how many people in the world would establish religions and call themselves ancestors, and how many would call themselves invincible."

"Birds, I know they can fly; fishes, I know they can swim; beasts, I know they can walk. Those that walk can be regarded as deserters, those that swim can be regarded as lun, and those that fly can be regarded as 簰. As for the dragon, I don't know how it rides. The wind and clouds are rising to the sky. I see Zhou Jue today, and he looks like a dragon!"

Old Man Yang put down the cigarette rod in his hand, and lost the interest to continue taking action. His face showed a look of vicissitudes of life, his eyes dimmed, and he said with great regret.

Cui Dongshan was silent when he heard the words, and the green shirt appeared in his mind again. The other party's momentum suppressed him and made him unable to lift his head, making people afraid to be his enemy. He is indeed the most promising person in the world to reach the fifteenth level. The sword cultivator is astonishingly talented and extremely beautiful, and it is hard to compare with him.

Cui Dongshan sighed, the fighting spirit in his heart was extinguished, and he fell backwards, disappearing from the sight of Old Man Yang and Ruan Qiong, and disappeared.

"There are so many heroes in the world. This young man is indeed one of the top five realms. His cultivation is so tyrannical. It's really amazing!"

Ruan Qiong picked up the flask and took a swig. The burning sensation in his throat made his blood surge. He sighed inexplicably and said quietly.

"What a fuss, you Ruan Qiong are also in the fifth realm. Although Dongbaopingzhou is small, it is also one of the Nine Continents, not to mention the eleventh and twelfth realms. Even the thirteenth realm qi practitioners are not without them. There are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world, and some people don’t even dare to offend me!”

Old Man Yang spat on the ground with a sneer on his face and said to Ruan Qiong.

"I have just entered the eleventh realm for the first time, and my realm has not yet been stabilized. Although I am a military swordsman, I am still good at attacking and fighting, but in the end..."

Ruan Qiong had a complicated look on his face. He saw Zhou Jue and Cui Dongshan, a young upper-level monk like Cui Dongshan, whose self-confidence was hit a bit, and he said in a heavy tone.

Old Man Yang stood up, directly interrupting Ruan Qiong's emotion. He put his hands behind his back, his tall and straight posture was like a mountain peak, insurmountable, and spoke again.

"Just be content! There are tens of millions of monks in the world, and monks in the tenth realm are already rare, let alone the upper five realms. In the final analysis, you were just shocked by Zhou Jue's amazing talent and beauty, but after tens of thousands of years in the world, there are only This is just Zhou Jue, why do you want to get into trouble with this?"

Hearing this, Ruan Qiong's rugged face showed some relief. His original ambition was not to become a swordsman with superb combat power, but to become one of the best swordsmiths in the world and to forge a promising sword. The living sword that comes from my spirituality has given rise to an alternative being in the world who is alive and dead, capable of spiritual practice, capable of reincarnation, and even able to pursue the great path.

After the military sage thought clearly, he soared into the sky, straight into the sky, and then suddenly fell to the bank of Jianlu River.

When Old Man Yang saw this scene, his face showed a somewhat complicated look, and he staggered towards the town. A sigh blended with the autumn wind, which was particularly desolate.

"It's wonderful to be young and energetic! It's a pity that I have lived for tens of thousands of years and no longer have such enthusiasm, otherwise I would have been hit hard!"

"Even if Chen Qingliu kills all the dragons in the world, it will not prevent the existence of real dragons in this world!"

"It's so desirable to reach the fifteenth realm of heaven!"

At night, with the departure of some people in the town, Mud Bottle Alley became quieter and quieter. Chen Pingan was lying on the wooden bed with a particularly complicated mood. On the one hand, he was sad about the departure of Zhou Jue, Ning Yao, Qi Jingchun and others. On the other hand, he was sad about the departure of Zhou Jue, Ning Yao, Qi Jingchun and others. He was also excited that he had become the master of the five mountains. He had no great ambitions or ambitions. He just took things as they came and was very satisfied.

The straw-shoe boy's thoughts were surging, and he was wandering thousands of miles. Although he bought five mountains, he didn't know what to do. At this time, he felt a little guilty and had no confidence, but he felt very happy. After all, even if these five mountains were left alone, There, let it be desolate, three hundred years will belong to Chen Ping'an, which is a thing that makes people feel very happy.

Chen Pingan kept thinking about it, and gradually felt a little tired, and fell asleep, feeling empty. When he woke up, he stood on the covered bridge again.

In the center of the covered bridge, a tall woman with a blurry face stood in the middle of the covered bridge. Her dress was snow-white, her hair was white, her exposed skin was like mutton-fat jade, and she exuded a scent similar to Mr. Zhou's. The edge is so terrifying that it makes people panic.

Chen Ping'an was a little panicked. This was not the first time he saw this tall woman after falling into a dream. Her figure was completely bathed in snow-white light. Even though the two were face to face, the straw-shoe boy still couldn't see her face clearly. First, After calming down his emotions, he bravely took a few steps forward, bent down and clasped his fists, bowed respectfully, and said tentatively.

"Old-timer!"

"Crack!"

A clear voice sounded in the void, and Chen Pingan felt a pain in his cheek, as if he had been slapped in the face by a cow's tail. Before he could react, he woke up again, sat up from the wooden bed suddenly, and reached out to touch He touched his cheek, which was already swollen, as if he had been slapped hard. He was so confused that he could only scratch his scalp in confusion.

"Inexplicably, this old man has such a weird temper that he summoned me but didn't say a word. He came back just as I spoke!"

Chen Pingan complained in confusion. With a pop, he felt pain on his cheeks again. Both cheeks were now symmetrical. The young man covered his face with his hands and lowered his head. He no longer dared to comment on this eccentric old man. Senior.

Chen Ping'an, a young man from a small town, has no understanding of women's character. Even if he has lived for tens of thousands of years, he does not want to be called an old-timer. He feels that calling himself old is making him old. If someone dared to call her an old man in front of her, a slap would not be considered an injustice. After all, if Chen Pingan had not been recognized, he would have been killed by a sword energy long ago. The young man should be grateful that he is still alive.

At midnight, the coolness of autumn is strong. The bright moon hangs high in the sky for nine days. The cold moonlight falls like a layer of gauze, covering the thousand-year-old covered bridge. The rusty iron sword hanging under the covered bridge is in the air. Swirling under the autumn wind, a terrifying edge enveloped the thousand-mile radius of Lizhu Blessed Land, alarming countless masters and hermits who all set their sights here.

In a quiet and peaceful house in Erlang Lane, Cui Dongshan stood by the pool, while Wu Yuan, the town's new construction inspector, sat quietly on a small bench. The boy with the red mole spoke softly.

"Go get a glass of water."

Wu Yuan immediately stood up, brought a glass of cold water with both hands and handed it to Cui Dongshan. With a flick of his wrist, the glass of water was casually sprinkled into the void in front of him, turning into a thin cyan water curtain.

The red mole on Cui Dongshan's eyebrows became extremely bright, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised. As soon as he thought about it, a scene appeared on the water curtain, which was exactly the scene on the covered bridge.

A tall female figure sat cross-legged on the edge of the covered bridge, swinging her feet. Her whole body was covered by the white light, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. She held her chin with one hand and looked at the end of the covered bridge. A young man with straw sandals came here again. There was a look of confusion on his face, and he touched his cheek unnaturally with his hands, as if he was too frightened to step forward.

The tall woman in white seemed to be aware of Cui Dongshan's prying eyes, frowned slightly, and a terrifying energy burst out, rushing straight into the house in Erlang Lane.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the thin blue water curtain exploded without warning. Countless water droplets splashed out in all directions, hitting the walls, windows, beams, and pillars of the house, and countless holes were blown out.

There are also some water droplets that seem to have their own spiritual consciousness. They shoot towards Cui Dongshan and Wu Yuanchan, hit an invisible copper wall and iron wall, and instantly explode into finer water droplets, which shoot into the ground and wall, leaving behind The densely packed black holes are very scary.

"presumptuous!"

A cold and majestic voice fell from the sky and reached the ears of Cui Dongshan and Wu Yuan. The voice was like a sharp sword, almost piercing their eardrums and giving people a splitting headache.

Cui Dongshan's expression remained unchanged, his hands folded up his sleeves, and his whole body looked extremely relaxed. There was no change in his expression, except for the red mole between his eyebrows that became increasingly red.

"Women are just stingy. If you don't let me see it, don't watch it! Can't you just say it properly if you have something to say? Why get so angry!"

"This house is the ancestral home of the Yuan family. I only stayed here for a while, but it has been ruined like this. I'm afraid I will be settled by the Yuan family's descendants when I return to the capital. It's really troublesome!"

Wu Yuan did not have Cui Dongshan's level of cultivation. His body was trembling slightly, his face was a bit pale, a look of awe flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The tall woman in white dismissed Cui Dongshan, who was peeping, and turned to look at the hesitant Chen Pingan. Her body floated up and landed on the covered bridge. Her snow-white sleeves were fluttering in the wind, like a ghost, which made Chen Pingan even more panicked. He won't encounter unclean things.

The tall woman landed lightly on her toes and walked toward Chen Pingan. With every step she took, her face became clearer in Chen Pingan's eyes. Although her figure was still tall, she did not look bloated at all.

The tall woman's appearance is extremely beautiful. She is the most beautiful woman Chen Pingan has ever seen. One point more is too much, one point less is too little. She seems to be a flawless existence. There are no words to describe this beauty. , the straw-shoe boy was stunned, staring straight at the other person's face.

The woman stood in front of Chen Pingan and finally stopped. She lowered her head and bent over, staring into the boy's clean eyes, and spoke in a soft voice.

"I have been waiting for eight thousand years, Chen Pingan. Although your cultivation talent is far less than that of my previous master, it doesn't matter."

The woman lowered her head and came closer again, her forehead almost touching Chen Ping'an's, and spoke again in a soft voice.

"Chen Pingan, I want you to help me say a word to the four worlds outside. Is it okay?"

Chen Pingan nodded without any hesitation or thinking. This scene had completely confused the straw-shoe boy, and he could only react subconsciously.

The tall woman suddenly smiled. She knelt down on one knee, raised her head slightly and looked at Chen Pingan, and spoke solemnly.

"Okay, from today on, Chen Pingan, you are my second and last master."

When Chen Pingan heard this, he had a dull expression on his face, completely confused as to what was going on.

The woman narrowed her domineering and bright red phoenix eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled, and looked high-spirited. Her eyes seemed to contain mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and she said in a deep voice.

"Chen Pingan, recite that oath to me again!"

The tall woman stretched out a white, glowing palm and stood it in front of Chen Pingan. The young boy also stretched out a palm in ignorance, and put the two palms together.

The woman's whole body shone with snow-white light, sacred and majestic, like the supreme god of the ancient heaven. She slowly closed her phoenix eyes and chanted slowly.

"The way of heaven has collapsed. I, Chen Ping'an, have only one sword. I can move mountains, cut off rivers, overturn seas, subjugate monsters, suppress demons, command gods, reach for stars, destroy cities, and open the sky!"

Chen Ping'an subconsciously recited these words, his voice solemn and solemn, resounding throughout the Lizhu Paradise, attracting countless people to look at him in surprise.

"The way of heaven has collapsed. I, Chen Ping'an, have only one sword. I can move mountains, cut off rivers, overturn seas, subjugate monsters, suppress demons, command gods, reach for stars, destroy cities, and open the sky!"

In the vast world, somewhere, a man wearing a green shirt is sitting in a wilderness mountain forest. A bonfire rises in front of him. The fire is swaying and the light and shadow are mottled, illuminating the surrounding environment. The tombs are illuminated one after another, and there is a faint sound of wind. It sounded particularly eerie and terrifying.

The long sword at Zhou Jue's waist has been untied and placed on the ground beside him. He is holding a wooden stick in his hand, with a pheasant skewered on the stick. The skin is golden and the grease is sizzling in the flames. The sound of dripping to the ground was very tempting, and a rich aroma of meat lingered on the tip of his nose, making him stare at the roasted chicken and unwilling to move away.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A burst of moaning and weeping sounds resounded in the cemetery, and a sad and desolate atmosphere spread, seeming to arouse the compassion of the blue-robed swordsman.

Zhou Jue's expression remained as usual, his eyes still staring at the fragrant roast chicken, unwilling to pay attention to these lonely ghosts, as if he had not heard these ghost sounds.

"Hey hey hey, young man!"

"You are camping alone in the wilderness, aren't you afraid of us evil spirits coming to take your soul?"

The evil spirits in the cemetery seemed to have never seen such a calm young man. They no longer hid their tracks and appeared directly beside Zhou Jue. Their figures were illusory and scary. Some held their heads in their hands, some were covered in blood, some had long tongues, and some had broken arms. They were all different, but each figure exuded a cold aura and was extremely resentful. There was a fierce light flashing in their eyes. They regarded Zhou Jue as their prey and wanted to eat him alive.

Zhou Jue did not turn his eyes away. His free left hand gently patted the long sword beside him. The sword hummed like thunder, directly shaking away these evil spirits. The cemetery returned to peace again.