Not everyone understands the meaning of Jing Jiu and Xilai saying "It's a pity" at the same time.

Zhao Layue vaguely understood, and Liu Shisui understood completely, so the two of them felt the heat on their faces earlier than Zhuo Rusui.

Elder Sun completely misunderstood the meaning, thinking that these two swordsman seniors and powerful men had seen the problems in their sect's practice and their faces turned pale.

The next moment he and the people outside the street truly understood the meaning of Jing Jiu and the Xihai Sword God.

"How old is it?" Jing Jiu asked at Peng Lang.

That was a gentle voice that Qingshan disciples had never heard before.

Peng Lang didn't know why this senior real person asked this, and he didn't dare not answer. He held his fingers and counted for a long time, and said uncertainly: "One hundred and forty-five?"

Even if it is a few years behind, it is not a big problem. Jing Jiu's mood is a little better.

At that time, he and Bai Zao were trapped in the snow field, so naturally they couldn't meet this child.

Looking a little further, when he ascended, the child was not born yet, so we can't blame him for missing out.

Jing Jiu looked at the guys outside the street, his eyes shifted over Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Zhuo Rusui and others' faces, and finally fell on Ping Yongjia.

If Zhao Layue's temperament is colder, don't always think about checking his failure in the first few years. If Liu Shisui did not go to the Xihai Sword Sect as an undercover agent, but focused on his practice, if Zhuo Rusui's temperament was calmer, he would put more of his witty spirit on the sword path, and complain less in his belly, or it would be similar. However, when it comes to talent, only Ping Yongjia can surpass this child named Peng Lang.

Thinking of these things, he sighed and thought it was such a pity. Why is this kid not a disciple of Qingshan?

The most troublesome thing is that he has now become the head of Wuren Sect, so Qingshan is not good to grab it.

This is different from his sending Liu Shisai to a vegetarian baishi.

The long street was silent, and everyone understood the meaning of Jing Jiu's eyes and heard his sigh.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were mentally prepared, but their faces were slightly hot, while Zhuo Rusui was ashamed and shouted: "Can you still fight?"

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Jing Jiu and Xilai only had Peng Lang in their eyes at this time, so naturally they would not continue for the time being.

Jing Jiu is relatively better. After all, there are many talented juniors in Qingshan Sect, and there is also Ping Yongjia, although her temperament is a bit too weak.

Xilai's reaction was even greater, because the Xihai Sword Sect had been destroyed and Kirishima was isolated from the world. Who could his swordsmanship be passed on to?

During these three days, he was preparing for his funeral, and wanted to determine what the ten successors he had chosen back then were now, and it was ultimately undesirable.

As a result, he saw Peng Lang today.

It is a mercy for the other party to be partial.

"Are you willing to inherit my kendo?"

His eyes were quiet and focused, and everyone could feel his seriousness.

"No."

Peng Lang rejected the proposal without thinking.

Although he had been away from Fengshan for a very short time, he also knew that the Xihai Sword Sect was the mortal enemy of Wuhen Sect, and the head of the sect died under this man's sword.

What else do you need to think about? Just like when he was carrying the sword and rushing towards Emperor Xiao, he had never thought about it when he stood in front of Elder Sun.

It is precisely because he doesn't want to that he has such a terrible talent in swordsmanship, and even Jing Jiu and Xihai Sword God feel it's a pity.

Xilai heard his answer and was silent for a while, suddenly laughed and said, "You will see it."

What did you see?

Of course I saw his true meaning of swordsmanship.

Peng Lang understood what he meant and said, "But you don't have a sword."

Without swords, how can there be swords?

"After losing to you, I abandoned the twelve-level building sword."

Xilai looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Today I also want to ask you to take a look at my newly realized sword path."

As he finished speaking, a very faint and ethereal aura emerged from the ruins of the antique shop, slashing towards Jing Jiu at an unimaginable speed.

The breath was so faint that it was extremely light, without any color, nor a sound of wind, but it was so sharp.

That is the sword intent.

This sword intent comes from the ancient tripod in the ruins.

A sword sounded across the long street.

A sword light appeared in front of Jing Jiu, extremely bright.

Jing Jiuli retreated several miles away.

The white clothes fluttered, falling apart.

Another extremely faint sword intent emerged from the walls on the street.

This sword intent does not come from any substance, but from the gap between brick walls.

Immediately afterwards, more and more sword intents emerged from cracks of rocks, from tiles, under the eaves, from anywhere.

Hundreds of sword lights seemed to appear around Jing Jiu at the same time, and the crisp sound of swords was endless.

Where did these sword intents come from?

Countless sword intents arise from the lines of substance and nothingness, and slash towards Jingjiu without any stop.

For example, the gaps between the door panels and door panels, the wind and the signs of the floating petals blown by the wind.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

When those sword intents meet Jing Jiu's sword intent, a sword light will be generated.

Countless sword lights were like lines drawn with bright colors, covering his face, and vaguely they could only see more and more ripples on the white clothes.

Xilai looked at Peng Lang and said, "Everything can be a sword, such as rain, glaciers, or even a thread."

Peng Lang has only practiced the most simple sword technique in the introductory sword scripture of Wurong Sect, but his talent is extremely amazing, so he can naturally feel what those sword intents that are born in the empty space mean.

He knew that this was the sword path that the West Sea Sword God wanted to inherit and learn. He didn't want to see, but how could he stop this temptation?

Even the Qingshan people watching the game were watching the streets with concentration, caring about the situation of the head of the sect, and being shocked by the sword realm shown by the West.

When they found out that Xilai had time to talk to Peng Lang, so relaxed and calm, their expressions became extremely serious. Only Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were very calm.

"Ten thousand years ago, the founding ancestor of Qingshan Sect encountered a sword in Jian Peak, and then realized the true meaning of the sword path, which led to Qingshan today."

Xilai looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The first page of Qingshan Sword Book contains the four words "A sword of all things" written on it, which means that everything can be a sword. Am I wrong?"

Hearing this sentence, Jin Ren Guangyuan's face became extremely ugly when he thought of some possibility.

Zhao Layue glanced at Ping Yongjia and thought of the passage Jing Jiu said to him many years ago that it was sometimes a monkey, sometimes a flower, sometimes a mushroom, sometimes a stone, of course, many times it was a sword.

One sword can transform all things.

Everything can be a sword.

The four words written by the founding ancestor of Qingshan Sect on the first page of the sword scripture are the true meaning of Qingshan Sword Taoism.

Who would have thought that Xilai would actually realize and master the true meaning of Qingshan Sect’s swordsmanship!

Is this true?

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Jing Jiu and Xilai landed on the long street of Oyuan City, and the sky regained its calmness, and the sea of ​​clouds torn apart by the two sword lights gradually closed.

After the torn wounds are scarred, they often become tougher and have obvious bulges, as is the case with the sea of ​​clouds.

The thicker white clouds have a gloomy face, blocking the summer sun and bringing a hint of coolness and countless drops of rain to Oyuan City.

The heavy rain fell without warning, fell on the bluestone slabs, fell into the ruins, wetting the dust into mud, and splashing into countless dots.

Everything can be a sword, and rain and water connect it into silk, which is the best source of sword intent.

Countless sword lights lit up around Jing Jiu's body and then disappeared.

The white clothes, which had been cut out countless holes, were wet by the rain, and fell down a little depressedly.

"Yes, this is indeed the sword of all things passed down by the ancestors."

Jing Jiu's voice floated out of the rain and the sword light.

After hearing this, people had no doubts. Peng Lang opened his mouth slightly, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Even Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui's expressions became extremely solemn.

More than a thousand years ago, Nan Ji wanted to take the Master Daoyuan of Qingshan Sect as his teacher, but was expelled, which led to so many grudges and hatreds in the future.

Who would have thought that his disciple Xilai would actually realize the supreme swordsmanship of Qingshan Sect after a thousand years!

He is indeed a peerless swordsman genius, and he deserves the name of the West Sea Sword God. He should even remove the word "Xihai".

If Nan Qi knew about this, he would definitely be extremely pleased.
To be continued...