No matter how human civilization develops, or evolves, transforms, or practices, it will ultimately make continuous choices.

Jing Jiu and Aoyama Master chose different paths between their own relationship with the world, and both reached the highest and deepest areas. To put it in an inaccurate way, they are the predecessors and the latter of human civilization.

From beginning to end, the battle between them was still, so the waves were like carvings and the coconut forest was like picturesque.

Shen Qingshan's body was already very weak and could only use his spiritual sense to control the sword formation of all things. But his spiritual sense was really unimaginable. The sword formation of all things controls all rules, and neither Peng Lang nor Zhao Layue or others could touch his body.

Jing Jiu's body was perfect, but it became a shackle for himself. He was controlled by Shen Qingshan with the Chengtian Sword and could not do anything at all. He could only sit in that wheelchair.

Two wheelchairs are on the beach, like sitting and talking, but they are even more dangerous than any battle. They involve the forbidden zone of the soul, the other side of the avenue, the will of the god, the fate of mankind, and even the legacy of the unknown civilization.

The greatest possibility exists in giving up.

Jing Jiu gave up his body, but successfully stood up from the wheelchair and took the first step forward.

Shen Qingshan stared at the child and asked with a serious expression: "What do you feel?"

The child condensed by light and shadow should be Jing Jiu's soul. How should a soul answer the question?

"It feels...it's a bit weird and interesting."

The child's voice is the voice of Jing Jiu, but it's a bit immature.

The more important difference is that this sound is obviously not emitted by the vibration of the air, but it can be clearly heard, more ethereal than ordinary sounds, and is somewhat close to the immortal sounds imagined by humans.

"Is that true?" Shen Qingshan leaned forward slightly, his eyes a little complicated.

The child did not speak anymore, shaking his left foot and taking another step forward.

As if the little feet condensed from clear light fell on the sand, countless thunder sounded in the sky.

Countless sword intents fell from the sky, shining with cold light, slashing towards the children.

No one fully understands what the soul is, but one thing can be confirmed is that it is an immaterial existence, or an existence that cannot be called existence.

If it is a flying sword, it is naturally impossible to cut the soul, but those sword intentions come from all things, between reality and reality.

Silently, a few waves on the beach broke, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.

Those white traces are not material, they should be some kind of distortion of space, causing extremely small turbulent connections in the air.

The child looked down at his body, stretched out his little hand and touched it.

But I touched a blank space.

It was obvious that he was still adapting to this new and unfamiliar state.

The next moment, countless sword intents came from the sea and blew on his body like the spring breeze.

Those white lines were immediately erased gently.

The sword intent comes from all things.

All things of Zuxing belong to Shen Qingshan or Jing Jiu.

No, all things are their own, but they can be used by these two people.

Jing Jiu is no longer controlled by Chengtian Sword. He is just a soul, so he can naturally cast a sword formation in all things. And I don’t know if it is the connection between the soul and all things more direct or other reasons, he thought about the speed of drawing the sword faster than Shen Qingshan.

Several sword intents floated in front of Shen Qingshan, and flowers bloomed out of Jing Jiu silently returned the sword.

Unexpectedly, he did not continue to draw his sword at Shen Qingshan, lifted his other foot and clumsyly tried to move forward again.

What was even more unexpected was that Shen Qingshan's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

The child's third step was a little unstable, and he almost fell down. He spread his two thin arms and shook them for a long time.

It looks like dancing, very cute.

Shen Qingshan looked cold, and the wheelchair under him took a silent step back.

Why did Jing Jiu walk to the wheelchair?

What is he afraid of?

The child continued to walk forward.

No footprints were left on the beach.

He walked more and more steadily, faster and faster, more and more excited, and felt a bit like dancing.

It's like playing with palace maids in Chaoge City Palace.

It's like playing with everything on Shangde Peak.

Shen Qingshan's wheelchair kept retreating, and he retreated faster and faster, leaving a clear arc on the beach.

With a light bang, the wheelchair was hit by the hard object and had already retreated to the pool.

The fish in the pool remained motionless, as if they were sealed in blue glass, or as if they were floating in the sky.

Several bamboo poles were inserted into the sand, and their heads were hung weakly.

Hua Xi sat on a small stool, holding her chin with her hands, and watching all this with distant eyes.

When you get to the pool, you don’t really have no way out. With Shen Qingshan’s magical powers, you can completely make the wheelchair fly like in the movie, fly over the cliffs on the island, fly over the sea, and fly over the broken moon.

But he knew he could not retreat.

The breeze came out of his body, causing the bamboo poles to tremble slightly.

The fish in the pond seemed to be coming alive.

Countless extremely thin shimmers emerge from the waves by the sea.

A pure and extremely powerful spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire planet.

All things produce countless sword intents, like invisible raindrops filling all spaces.

A young man walked out of the sword intent of the sky, dressed simply, holding a hatchet in his hand, and looked like a woodcutter.

Shen Qingshan looked at the child in front of him and said, "Look at which of us can go further."

After saying this, the young woodcutter walked up and slashed at the child's neck with a knife.

The knife fell silently and did not bring out any light, as if it did not exist.

The young woodcutter was not a virtual image condensed by the sword intent, but an appearance of Shen Qingshan's spiritual consciousness.

The sword intent of all things is fair to him and Jing Jiu, and it can be used. Now we need to see whether his spiritual consciousness is stronger or that child, that is, Jing Jiu's soul is stronger.

The young woodcutter's knife did not fall directly on the child's neck.

The blade stopped when it was half a foot away from her tender and fair skin.

Countless sword lights appeared on the surface of Zuxing, and then countless sword sounds sounded.

The sound of swords continued, like thunder falling into the ears of everyone, and like the skylight leaking from the clouds shone on their hearts. Whether it was Zhao twelfth lunar month or Zhuo Rusui, the boy could not bear this pressure and fell to the beach.

Peng Lang and Liu Shisui's expressions changed slightly, and they took a few steps back towards the sea, causing a rustling sound of water.

The sky light reflected on the sea not far away turned into countless thin lines, relying on each other and then intersecting, bursting with fireworks-like broken light.

Some of the still fish in the pool moved, and the sky light reflected by the scales was so broken and brilliant. The coconut forest was no longer still, and it swayed gently in the wind, shaking the sky light, shaking everyone's eyes a little uneasy.

Some waves collapsed like thawing ice sculptures, and the white lines inside floated up, like willow catkins, or like silver fish suddenly jumping out of the distant sea.

Jianxian Ensheng wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, turned around and looked deep in the sea, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Everyone present had a similar mood to him, because everyone was a swordsman and could understand these scenes.

The waves continued to melt, began to rise and fall, slowly slapped the beach.

Countless sword lights continued to shine, and the sword sound continued to ring.

This planet has become a world of swords, and sword intent is everywhere.

It's endless to see.

Incessantly heard.

It's so beautiful.

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No matter how beautiful the picture is, it cannot attract everyone's attention for a long time.

Ensheng quickly turned his head and looked at the pool.

Zhao Layue even stared at the other side and never left for a moment.

Shen Qingshan was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, looking at the child in front of him.

The young woodcutter stood behind the child, holding the hatchet in his hand, which was chopping down.

The child opened his arms, as if ready to dance.

This picture looks a bit funny, but it seems to have many profound meanings, like some experimental dramas.

Everyone knew that there were countless dangers hidden outside this scene.

Those dangers are on the island, and even outside the sky.
To be continued...