Keep Your Head Down

Outside the gate of Momen Mountain, the scene in front of him made the seductive Mu Bailu widen his plump red lips.

Nan Wu, who has always been in a daze, with a dull and sluggish expression, now has bright eyes, folded his hands, bowed in the direction of Wanmin Bell, and said in his heart, "Amitabha."

The Wanmin Bell in Qingzhou is a well-known magic weapon. These hundreds of magic tools can best represent the attitude and philosophy of these kendo sects.

If there is injustice in the world, it will be flattened with one sword!

The loudness of the bell, and the number of times, indicate whether the problem is serious.

Such a thunderous bell echoed nine times in one breath. This is the highest level of warning!

Moreover, such warnings can only be issued by Jianzong Jianzun.

This is known to the heads of all sects and sects, and also to practitioners in other states.

It has been more than 10,000 years since the first generation of Sword Sovereign refined the Wanmin Bell, and in these more than 10,000 years, nine thunderous bells have sounded, which is the first time!

This means that Qingzhou has encountered an unprecedented catastrophe.

Mu Bailu recalled the sound that was in the middle of peace just now, and then revealed a serious low voice, guessing that it was the sound transmission of Jianzong Jianzun!

"May the catastrophe be peaceful, please take up your sword!"

Mu Bailu and Nan Wu repeatedly chewed on these words.

Catastrophe?

What kind of catastrophe did Qingzhou encounter that made Lord Jianzun take it so seriously?

But what really shocked people was the attitude and attitude of this black-robed man.

At the Momen Mountain Gate, since this man appeared, he did it in one go, without any hesitation.

Decisive.

Chic.

As the head of the Momen, how could he not know the meaning of these nine thunders?

However, it was just a flick of the finger, and the azure energy rushed into the sky.

——Qingzhou Momen, strike up your sword!

This is the attitude of the head of the Momen, when faced with catastrophe and catastrophe.

Or in other words... it's daring!

Mu Bailu looked at this figure, and suddenly remembered the widely circulated phrase, "When you see the song, you lose your life."

She felt that at least the scene just now, she would always remember.

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Qingzhou, Rongjian Mountain.

Rongjianshan is also a subordinate sect of Jianzong, but its temporary ranking is much higher than that of Momen.

At this moment, a figure wearing a blue robe appeared in front of Manmin Bell.

This person is Sun Qijing, the head of Rongjian Mountain, known as Jing Zhenren.

Soon, six figures appeared behind him one after another, men and women. These people were the elders of Rongjian Mountain.

"Master, nine thunders! Sword Sovereign's voice transmission!" A female elder stepped forward and couldn't help speaking.

Sun Qi nodded with a solemn expression.

"May the catastrophe be peaceful, please use your sword." With a slightly hoarse voice, he repeated the sound transmission from the Wanmin Bell just now.

"It's been more than 10,000 years. This is the first case." Sun Qijing looked up at the gray sky and said, "It seems that something big is going to happen."

He could hear what Jian Zun's voice transmission represented.

Although I don't know what's going on, the Sword Sect's attitude is already obvious.

This bell and sound transmission must have been conveyed to all subordinate sects.

It is impossible to have such a specification unless it is a catastrophe that affects a state.

And since it affects one state, it is natural to use the power of the whole state.

Sun Qijing closed his eyes tightly, made a sword mark on his hands, and then lightly tapped between his eyebrows, and his consciousness began to cover the surroundings.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

"In the Qinglongchuan area, there are already sects with swords." Sun Qijing said solemnly.

"Huh? What sect and faction?" a male elder asked.

"Momen." Sun Qijing mentioned a sect that no one had any impression of a few years ago, but in recent years, it has become famous because of one person.

"This Lu Chaoge...is a wonderful person." For a while, several elders didn't know how to evaluate it.

Sun Qijing smiled slightly, as if he remembered something interesting, and said, "Junior brothers and sisters, do you still remember when I was young when the bell rang and went down the mountain to eliminate demons and cultivate?"

"What did the senior senior brother ask? How can you not remember? Look at my injury, isn't it left over from that year?" A male elder replied.

Another male elder said: "Humph! If it wasn't for that demon cultivating evil and causing my spiritual sense to be severely damaged, I don't think my limit should just be like this. A bottleneck is ten years.”

"Yo, Senior Brother Chen didn't say that back then. You said back then that you broke down and stood up, and you will soar to the sky in the future."

Everyone, you said something to me, while laughing and scolding, but the atmosphere of depression and solemnity just now has been diluted a lot.

When they heard the senior brother take the initiative to mention that the big guys went down the mountain to eliminate demons together, they probably understood what the senior brother meant.

[Qi Jian], in fact, it is a name-calling certificate.

Next, it is necessary to exert the power of the whole sect.

Even if the inheritance is cut off and the incense is extinguished, it is not a pity to die!

In the past, although everyone was a subordinate sect of the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect sent orders to do things, and there was no need to do this.

Sun Qijing took out his life sword from the storage ring, and bowed to the elders with a sword salute, the same as before.

However, what he said back then was: "You brothers and sisters, would you like to follow your brother down the mountain to slay demons and eliminate demons?"

What he said today was: "You brothers and sisters, may you be united and not worry about life and death?"

Everyone took out their life swords one by one and responded with a sword salute.

"Please instruct the Sect Master!"

Sun Qijing laughed heartily, and the laughter spread throughout the entire Rongjian Mountain.

Just as he was in high spirits back then, he led a group of juniors and juniors down the mountain.

This man with white hair had a hint of youthful spirit on his body!

——Like youth.

I saw him raise his right hand, flick his fingers, and a sword qi from his fingertips hit the Wanmin Bell at the gate of Rongjian Mountain.

In an instant, the sound of the bell echoed among the peaks.

The disciples of Rongjian Mountain clenched the natal sword in their hands, watching the azure energy fill their eyes, and then rushed straight into the sky, turning into a cyan giant sword.

Sun Qijing's slightly hoarse voice spread around.

"Qingzhou Rongjian Mountain, start the sword!"

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Qingzhou, Yin and Yang Sword Pond.

Yin Yang Jianchi is the number one existence among the three hundred subordinate sects of Jianzong in the past fifty years.

In the entire Qingzhou, apart from the Sword Sect, the most powerful is the Yin Yang Sword Pond.

Since the establishment of this sect, it is actually shorter than most of the [Hundreds of Sects].

But in this not-so-long history of sects, it has suddenly emerged and become more and more powerful, until now it has become an existence under one sect and above a hundred sects.

The bell of the Wanmin Bell echoes in the peaks of the Yin-Yang Sword Pond.

The head of Yin-Yang Sword Pond is a woman named Mu Qing.

She is very heroic, she is obviously a woman, but she has sword eyebrows.

She has slightly high cheekbones and a tall figure, exuding an air of superiors all over her body.

In fact, in her daily life, she is also resolute.

Many people in Qingzhou say she is Qingzhou's Hengyin.

Mu Qing looked up at Wanmin Zhong, with both hands behind his back, the index finger of his right hand tapped the back of his left hand lightly.

A group of high-level executives in Yin Yang Jianchi stood behind her and looked at Man Min Zhong with solemn expressions on their faces.

"May the catastrophe be peaceful, please use your sword." Mu Qing repeated this sentence.

She snorted, turned her head and said, "Is there something you don't want?"

No one made a sound.

The Yin Yang Sword Pond has its own pride.

The second largest sect in Qingzhou has its own majesty.

Heaven and earth catastrophe, among the three hundred subordinate sects, my Yin Yang Sword Pond, naturally bear the brunt!

My generation of sword cultivators, why have you ever been afraid of battle?

Seeing that no one made a sound, Mu Qing showed a rare smile on his face.

She also took out the natal sword from the storage ring, but instead of doing a sword salute like Sun Qijing, she placed the sword in front of her in a valiant manner.

Everyone has his own style and his own way of life.

She said loudly, "Yin-Yang Sword Pond, the ancestor's legacy!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a group of high-level officials followed her.

"The demons bring disaster to the world, kill!"

"The same family will bring disaster to the world, kill!"

"Evil cultivators bring disaster to the world, kill!"

"Alien beasts bring disaster to the world, kill!"

"..."

A series of killings filled with murderous intent.

The patriarch of Yin-Yang Sword Pond left his last legacy:

"Swords are used to draw out their sheaths!"

Mu Qing's slightly long and narrow eyes looked around at everyone.

In the Yin Yang Sword Pond, the entire sect practiced killing swords!

How could such a sect be afraid of war?

This valiant woman turned her back to Manmin Bell, raised her right hand, and flicked her finger back.

A fingertip sword energy directly hit the Wanmin Bell, and a loud bell rang.

The azure qi filled the air, rushing straight into the sky, turning into a cyan qi sword.

"Qingzhou Yin-Yang Sword Pond, start the sword!"

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Above the nine heavens, the middle-aged scholar held a copper bell, his spiritual consciousness was released, and his eyes looked down at the earth.

One after another, the blue energy rose into the sky.

Starting from Momen, it spreads all around.

One green qi, two green qi, three green qi... A hundred green qi.

At this moment, no matter which area of ​​Qingzhou you are in, as long as you look up at the sky, you can see at least one sword against the sky.

If there are areas where there are densely populated sects of the Sword Sect, then, if you look up, you can even see several blue qi in one breath.

This day is destined to be a day that everyone in Qingzhou will never forget.

The voice of Wanmin Bell was already resounding for hundreds of miles, plus Jianzun's voice transmission, and that sword after another.

It can be said that in a very short period of time, this matter has spread throughout the entire Qingzhou land.

Qingzhou is a big state of kendo. There are many sects of kendo here, and the three hundred subordinate sects of the sword sect are only a part.

At this moment, not only the three hundred subordinate sects, but in fact, all sects and sects have probably already made up their minds.

Although I don't know what happened, but from the perspective of the situation, at least it is a major event that affects one state.

Be alone, can you?

Actually it is possible.

As long as you run fast enough, even if you die in the end, you can die a little later.

The sky is falling, the tall one is on it.

Jianzong and these subordinate sects are naturally at the forefront.

However, how to choose is a personal choice.

This place is the Great State of Kendo.

More than 10,000 years ago, an Eternal Emperor appeared here.

In the name of one person, the name of a state is crowned, eternal love!

For over 10,000 years, the entire Dazhou has been devoted to the way of swordsmanship, and practitioners are proud of their swords and their identity as swordsmen.

Even the children at the foot of the mountain, their favorite toys are wooden swords.

This, too, is eternal!

In this land, there are legends about sword cultivators circulating one after another.

On this land, people at the foot of the mountain encounter hardships, and when they see a practitioner with a long sword on their waist, they will feel at ease and feel that they are saved.

How many people died, how many swords were buried, and how many famous names were left on this land?

On a mountain peak, a hearty laugh suddenly came.

"Xishan is willing to listen to Sword Master's order and make peace with the catastrophe!"

In another deep valley, there were bursts of sounds.

"Ghost Sword Valley is willing to listen to Sword Master's orders and make peace with the catastrophe!"

One after another, it resounded through the heavens and the earth.

More than 10,000 years of kendo state, more than 10,000 years of swordsmanship!

——Qingzhou spirit!

Above the nine heavens, the middle-aged scholar put away the copper bell in his hand, and bowed downwards.

He didn't know how many people would die next.

No one will know.

But he knew that there would be people who would keep attacking.

The splendid Qingzhou is full of blue air.

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In front of Momen Mountain Gate, Lu Chaoge looked around.

In the Qinglong River area, there are already a large number of blue air swords.

In his previous life, he was not a player from Qingzhou, nor was he a sword cultivator.

He has always been puzzled, why among so many players, the sword cultivators have the strongest sense of substitution, while the sword cultivators have their eyes above the bottom, and they are very proud?

Sword practitioners look down on anyone.

In this life, he understood.

Jian Xiu has his own pride in his bones.

At the same time, it has its own style and spirit.

After he raised his sword, figures appeared behind him.

The first to come here were Ji Changkong and Lu Dongli.

The appearance of Ji Changkong made Mu Bailu and Nan Wu secretly startled outside the mountain gate~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Although they had never seen Ji Changkong, they had all heard of the Four Great Swords and knew about one of the Four Great Swords. Ji Changkong's appearance.

Now, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from his body again, the number is right at once.

Now, due to an unexpected event, the two people who worshipped the mountain did not know whether to advance or retreat for a while, so they were still in a daze in the air.

But because the mountain protection formation has opened a corner, which makes what happened in the mountain, both of them have a panoramic view and can feel it.

Ji Changkong came to Lu Chaoge's side, raised his head and glanced at the blue air sword rising into the sky, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

But with the old urchin's temperament and Lu Chaoge's decisive attitude, Ji Changkong couldn't help but mutter: "Hmph, do you know what the sword means, I think you are very free and easy, even a breath of time. You didn't hesitate, did you?"

Lu Chaoge raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No."

The "No" sound made Ji Changkong choked.

He didn't mean to reprimand him, but just laughed and scolded: "Young people don't know how high the sky is."

He originally wanted to say that if the sky fell, he would climb up first.

Unexpectedly, when Lu Chaoge heard the words, he raised his eyebrows and immediately said a word.

These words fell into the ears of Mu Bailu and Nan Wu, which directly shocked their hearts.

"Why should young people know that the sky is high and the earth is thick?"

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