MTL - My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World-Chapter 67

The surging dark clouds were getting closer and closer, the sulking thunder roared, and the sky was dim, and you could not even see the snow, like the last days.

——Jiuduan Snow Mountain!

He recognized it, this is where his previous life was hacked by Tian Lei! And now, he is back at that moment, experiencing everything that happened in the fantasy circle!

This is ... Phantom Array!

The green ribbon in his hand reminded him that the task test was to escape from the fantasy heart array. For a moment, Jing Yue even wanted to commit suicide immediately, at best it was a test failure. But if he stays, once he can't carry the thunder, even in the fantasy formation, the consciousness will definitely be irreversibly hurt.

But he also thought that the sky thunder in the fantasy heart array is not the real thunderbolt after all. If he can survive the magic heart array, his mood can be improved more than a little. And if he escapes, the calamity of the previous life will become his heart robbery. I wonder if that day will turn into a heart demon and stop him from rising.

He said that obstructing enlightenment-death!

If that person is cowardly, he will surely beheaded!

Jing Yue took out the Canglan sword that he hasn't seen for many years, and stroked the blue sword-like jade body with tender feeling, his eyes were tender, "Old friend, I really miss you."

The Canglan sword in the fantasy heart array still stays ten thousand years ago. It does not understand the meaning of Jingyue's words, but can feel the complex emotions of the master, so he can hold the fear of Leijie and touch the scene intimately. Yue's shoulder was a sign of comfort.

Jing Yue fixed his mind and looked up at Lei Yun.

Howling wind tore his body, the thunder of thunder was getting stronger and stronger, Jing Yue quickly took out a few pieces of fairy treasure from Xu Mijie, clothed into a bodyguard.

As soon as the formation was formed, the first thunderstorm had already come down!

"Boom--"

A thick wild thunder struck him. Although the guards had counterbalanced most of the power, Jing Yue was still chopped, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and passed across the pale jaw, and fell on the moon-white robe.

Cang Lan Jian trembled anxiously, trying to rush up to resist the second thunder, but was stopped by Jing Yue.

But in an instant, the white light tore the black mist, reflecting the snow-like peaks across the hill, and the second thunderstorm came down!

The earth and ground shook, and the Xuefeng on the opposite side collapsed in a loud noise. The splashing snow was like a mountain and a cloud. The rocks on the snow-capped mountain were mixed with snow and rolled down, forming an avalanche.

Jing Yue smelled a scorched smell, and her body was sore and painful, as if the blood had been dried, and the internal organs had burned into a hot stone. His robes were broken into rags, the blue silk was dry, and his body was covered with fine wounds, and even the guards were cut in half.

Experience from previous lives tells him that this team can at most survive the third thunderstorm.

"Booming--"

The third thunderbolt had been ten feet thick, like a silver pillar falling from the sky and pounded heavily on his body. Jing Yue spit out a blood spit, and his body was completely suffocated.

Cang Lan's sword sounded an angry sword, straight into the sky, Jing Yue busy said: "Give me back! Hehe ..."

In the previous life, Cang Lan was cut off in the fourth thunder, even if it was just a fantasy formation at this time, Jing Yue did not want to repeat the same mistake!

Although the sword spirit of Cang Lan Jian already has an independent consciousness, after all, he cannot disobey the master's will. After a short pause in the air, he returned to Jing Yue in frustration.

Seeing that the fourth thunder was about to fall, there seemed to be a silver dragon mad in the sky. Jing Yue was seriously injured and had a spiritual riot, but he did not flinch, and faced the thunderous power alone.

He always has to do his best, even if he shook the tree, even if it is only possible in the first place.

Suddenly, Jingyue's soul was in pain, and for a while, he saw the last form of Canglan sword.

It is still a shadow slowly waving a long sword, but the posture is smoother than that seen on the day of entering the academy. It is no longer awkward as a child dancing a sword, and has a little young man's sword posture.

Thunder robbery, virtual shadow, a sword he must stop ...

He also experienced it a year ago, but today he is the only one in the fantasy group, and Qin Yanzhi cannot be expected to come back to save him!

Thinking of Qin Yanzhi, there was a picture flashing in Jing Yue's head-Qin Yanzhi stood in front of the sword pavilion, and said: "Each sword style has a rhythm. The reason why you practice the sword seven styles is hope You can integrate the most basic sword moves to form a body instinctual memory. In this way, not only can you improve your control of the sword style, but also make it easier for you to detect the flaws in the enemy's moves, and you will be hit in one shot. "

flaw……

Xingying's sword style is still far from maturity. It seems to be full of flaws, but the Canglan swordsmanship is too high. Jing Yue's kendo qualification is just ordinary, and I don't know where to start.

At this point, Tian Lei had poked his head out of the cloud, and Xingying was about to cut off the sword.

When Jing Yue didn't know it, the action of staring at the ghostly shadow was accompanied by a thunder, and the stars and stars appeared behind the ghostly shadow, disappearing and gathering into a river.

Jing Yue's eyes widened violently. Among the thousands of stars, one starlight was extremely unstable—that's where!

He yelled, "Cang Lan!"

A dragon chant beside Canglan sword turned into blue light and stopped in front of him. Jing Yue barely stood up against the pressure of Tianlei. His trembling hands could hardly hold the sword handle. He clenched his teeth and turned all the spiritual power in his body. Introduce your hands and try your best!

The sword gas turned into a galloping wave, wherever it went, the snow turned into ice, the mountains were frozen, and it went straight into the shadow!

"boom--"

Tianlei fell!

At this time, the atmosphere outside Tianzhu was so dignified that even the head of Qingzhuzhai and several elders appeared. Just for a moment, they all sensed the breath of thunder, but in the secret place it was clear. Where did the sky thunder come from?

Although the terrible thunderous spirit only appeared for a moment, it still couldn't offset the tension of everyone.

Suddenly an elder said, "Is that ancestor Jing also on the bamboo?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and another said, "It's him again?"

"What on earth did he meet? Even if it was Jingyuan Daozu, there weren't any thunderstorms for three days or two?"

"Perhaps nothing to do with him?"

The voice of the speaker gradually became lower, and in the complicated eyes of everyone, they became increasingly unconfident. Also, who else besides Jing Yue? Isn't Tianzhu going to rob?

The crowd was horrified, but a blue chicken jumped up to the branch and leaned up his neck. "Jingjing is a person who is doing big things, but it ’s just a gangster. Even if it ’s ten gangsters, no, one hundred ... one thousand ... All right! Jingjing can talk and laugh and let them die. "

In the mouth of Lan Feng, Jing Yue, who was killing Tianjie easily, was lying on the ground embarrassedly at this moment, and the clouds were scattered, and the sky was clear, but the Jiuduan Snow Mountain had been razed to the ground, and his place became a deep valley.

Jing Yue was so tired that he could not move his fingers. The spiritual strength in his body once again degraded to the level of the foundation period. The moon-white robe on his body was restored to the blue gown before entering the Tianzhu battle, and even the Canglan sword was gone. Trace.

Everything is restored as before.

No, it's still a little different. From the base of the base, he suddenly stepped into the middle of the base. During this period, he experienced only one fantasy heart.

Just now, he pinpointed the flaw of the virtual shadow, and chopped the virtual shadow to pieces with a sword. After that, Tianlei stopped and the teleportation array also appeared nearby.

He finally understood that the hidden danger of his heart robbery was not the thunder robbery that cut him to death, but the Canglan swordsmanship that could not be completed in previous lives.

In this life, he learned a little more about Cang Lan's swordsmanship, and his heart was a little farther away.

Just after he defeated Xingying, Cang Lan's swordsmanship improved to a certain extent, and finally passed the test of the fantasy heart array.

Jing Yue rested for a long time, and finally got up vigorously. He immediately meditated with his knees, and stabilized his state.

This meditation took six days, but everyone else in the test was improving, so his ranking plummeted, and it has fallen by a hundred.

Before the ranking, someone said: "Is that the old ancestor Jing has encountered a problem? Nothing has happened in these days."

"After all, only the foundation is established, and now it can be maintained unbeaten, both in luck and strength are excellent."

"Isn't Tianqi's anger doubted about him before? If so, where is his luck? Mostly he is in a test."

"It's just skeptical. Now only he and Luo Binnan have not lost, but Luo Binnan is ranked first."

"Ah! Look, Lao Jingzu moved! He ... he passed the test!"

After adjusting his breath, Jing Yue felt that he had recovered most of his body. Now, he is very fortunate to have participated in the Bamboo Conference, and the harvest was beyond imagination. At the same time, he also thanked Qin Yanzhi for saving him again, even though the other party did not know.

Jing Yue knew that she had delayed a lot of time before, so she quickly stepped into the teleportation array.

After that, he went all the way. What he encountered were all the games for children such as identifying authenticity, finding differences, and guessing games. Therefore, Jing Yue climbed very fast and attracted a shock from the outside world.

"Tenth! It took only two days for the ancestors of Jing to rise from more than a hundred to tenth! Terrible!"

"Oh my God! Seventh, half column incense is gone, right?"

"That's because Su Bingqing and Kang Jin who ranked above him failed again!"

“When it comes to Kang Jin, it ’s just a base for the foundation. On the day he entered the academy, he realized the Xuanxian method and was regarded as the pride of heaven. Unfortunately, it was stolen by the old King Jing. He vomited with anger. "

"It's all fate ... hey? Jing and ancestor Jing climbed another one ... Is it dazzling?"

"I, I guess I was dazzled ..."

They just said a few words!

The crowd was like a wooden chicken, but a little blue chicken was not wooden, with small wings covering his mouth and smirking.

In the fantasy formation, Jing Yue and another person who did not lose the same year-on-year meet narrowly, that is a man of ordinary appearance, but has a pair of outstanding eyes. The other person's eyes are large, and the corners of the eyes droop slightly, as if always smiling, gentle enough to tolerate everything.

Inexplicably, Jing Yue thought of the protagonist's face theory.

The protagonist's face arched his hand: "I am Wan Ming Jianzong Luo Binnan, and I have seen King Jing."

Jing Yue: "I know you, thank you."

Luo Binnan: "My brother Lu Ren offended you a few days ago. He is young and savvy. I am not with him."

Jing Yue: "It's serious. It's just offense. What kind of offense? Besides, I didn't lose."

Luo Binnan: "..."

The test for them this time is to see who can wake up the sword knowledge of a sword first. The sword is a fan, and has learned, but is still asleep.

Jing Yue deliberately glanced at Luo Binnan's matching sword, which seemed to be a spirit-level sword. The opponent is known as the talent of Kendo, second only to Qin Yanzhi. Presumably, he has developed sword knowledge, but I do n’t know if he is like Qin Yanzhi , Even ordinary swords are willing to take care.

He said, "Please."

Luo Binnan: "My ancestors please."

Together they introduced the consciousness into the sword.

This test is theoretically more troublesome than Jing Yue's usual knowledge of swords in Jiange, because he not only communicates with the sword, but also competes with Luo Binnan for spiritual knowledge, but is better than spiritual knowledge ...

A smile flashed in Jing Yue's eyes, which happened to be captured by Luo Binnan, who couldn't help whispering: So confident? But it's just the foundation ...

wrong! His pupils are slightly enlarged, which is the foundation of the foundation! Jing Yue has advanced at the point bamboo conference?

how is this possible……? It's only been over a year since the other party entered the foundation period? How can there be such a fast cultivation speed in the world? What exactly did Jing Yue encounter in the Tianzhu Battle? !!

Luo Binnan's mind went back and forth, but he quickly realized that the priority was to test, so he calmed down and focused on the sword.

But when his consciousness and Jing Yue touched each other, he realized why the other party was confident, and he was crushed to the point where no residue was left! As if facing the monks of Jindan period, there is no way to resist!

... a great sense of God!

Luo Binnan deeply felt the gap between the strengths of the two sides and could not help feeling bitter.

Think he is so high in the outside world, how can he not have his own pride? He knew that the old ancestor Jing was strong, but he was far better than the other side, so he was not afraid at all.

Moreover, although he thought that Lu Ren was doing something wrong, he was still breathing a sigh of relief, and wanted to win back for his master. There is actually a reluctantness and jealousy deep in his heart-why can Jing Yue get Qin Zhenjun's guidance? He is obviously excellent. Only because he graduated from the academy early, he missed the opportunity to follow Qin Zhenjun to learn the sword.

For various reasons, he couldn't wait to win the ancestor Jing.

But he did not expect that Jing Yue was so strong! Strong enough to face him, his confidence quickly disintegrated, and he was defeated!

Luo Binnan was horrified, his expression was shocked for a while, tangled for a moment, angry for a moment, aggrieved for a while ... in short, it was like a playful possession.

But Jing Yue was so attached to the sword that he didn't notice.

Maybe he had the experience of awakening the dryness. This time, his feelings were even more subtle, and once the consciousness entered the sword, he knew that the sword consciousness was about to wake up. Jing Yue breathed a little sigh of relief. It seems that this level will not be delayed for too long. If it takes a year and a half to wake up Jian Jian, even if he wins, he is afraid that he will be at the bottom ...

I don't know how long, suddenly, an empty world is illuminated in an instant, and the red line slowly rises on the dividing line between the desert and the sky ...

In the magnificent picture, there are only three scenes of sky, desert and rising sun, and only three colors of blue, yellow and red.

They are not monotonous, they explain the magnificence and grandeur to the extreme!

"Om--"

With the sound of a sword, Jing Yue knew the name of the sword—Dong Sheng.

The author has something to say: God blows

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Xiao Canglan Sword: Maybe every man has had two such swords, at least two. With a red rose, over time, the mosquito blood on the wall is red, white is still "the moonlight in front of the bed"; with white roses, a white stick of rice on the clothes is red. It was a cinnabar mole on my heart.

Cang Lan Sword: If you are well, spare tires are old, Koko.

Jumping feet: I am a red and white rose! It's all me, it's me! You are all spare tires. No, I'm a blue enchanter! !!

Jingjing: I feel my heart is tug of war ...

Rouge: Don't forget me ...

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叽叽: Jingjing is not afraid of a thousand thunders! Let them fly out in seconds.

Jingjing: ... Is it a breeze, I don't need a thousand words, I am so gray ...