Sword of Coming

Qi Jingchun's huge statue, white and ethereal, sits solemnly on the northernmost territory of East Aquarius Continent.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and surged, slowly pressing down and getting closer to Qi Jingchun's head.

Qi Jingchun looked up with a free and easy smile.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a majestic voice sounded: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know that the way of heaven is selfless! As a disciple of Confucianism, you have a natural compassion for Lizhu Cave. It is understandable. If you change your mind at this time, there is still room."

Along with the words of this immortal in the sky, bursts of thunder seemed to roll away rapidly in the sea of ​​clouds, and those fleeting lightning and thunder continued to seep out from the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds.

Follow your words.

Another immortal sneered and said: "What nonsense are you talking to this nerd! If you want to do a feat that is indomitable, you must first ask my fist if it agrees!"

At the same time, the sea of ​​clouds was scooped down by a huge golden palm, pushing aside the thick clouds and mist, revealing a hole, and a beam of light fell in front of Qi Jingchun's Dharma.

A Buddha chant rang out from the west, and he spoke compassionately: "Thank you, almsgiver, with a single thought and meditation, I will transcend the Buddha's realm."

Qi Jingchun said solemnly: "After the battle of Dragon Slaying, the town was able to enjoy great fortune for three thousand years, and the descendants of future generations came out in large numbers. It was nothing more than a means of eating and eating. However, since it was the rule set by the four saints, the first group of people chose to take root in Lizhu Cave. The monks have no objections. Naturally, I, Qi Jingchun, am not qualified to dictate this matter. Now that Heaven wants to suppress this world, it is just a matter of coming. It is just me, Qi Jingchun, to bear this disaster for the people of this small town. , Heaven’s laws and rules have never fallen into place, so why do you stop them?”

The immortal who stretched out his hand to create a big hole in the sea of ​​clouds laughed wildly, "Haha, Qi, do you really not know the reason, or are you pretending to be crazy?"

Qi Jingchun didn't know when she had stretched out a hand and held the bead containing a small cave in the palm of her hand.

Thinking about it, in the palm of your hand, in the cave, and above the small town, there is a mysterious scene where day suddenly turns into night.

At this time, the snow-white palm protecting Li Zhudongtian seemed to be attacked by an invisible attack from all directions. It made a crackling sound, and white arcs of electricity continued to sputter and bloom on the back of the hand. The flying feathers, which were actually "snowflakes" as big as mountain peaks, fell off the back of Qi Jingchun's hand and fell into the world, but disappeared before they hit the ground.

Immortal Yunshang, who was sitting high up near the Yunhai Cave, laughed loudly and said: "Young Confucian scholar, you are disobeying the Dao and you are not overestimating your abilities! I will play with you first!"

If you look up from the extreme distance of East Aquarius Continent and can break through the covering circle created by the immortals, you can vaguely see an extremely spectacular scene. In the huge hole that breaks through the sea of ​​clouds, a black dot is first revealed. , pointing straight down, then the tip of the sword, and finally the full picture was revealed. It was a "pocket" flying sword as long as Qi Jingchun's finger.

The first sword just appeared in the world, and the second sword followed it and fell from somewhere else. The third and fourth swords descended from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky to the world in sequence, a total of twelve flying swords.

A line formed, hovering high in the sky.

It's like a cavalryman in formation, with his reins tightened, and he can charge into the formation just waiting for an order.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a golden giant sat cross-legged casually, with huge golden eyes open, his fists on his knees, his right fist slowly pulled out an index finger, and flicked it.

A flying sword shot first at the arm that Qi Jingchun's fist held empty.

The flying sword fell as fast as lightning, pulling out a continuous cloud tail on its trajectory.

The flying sword instantly penetrated Qi Jingchun's arm and stopped suddenly when it was only a few feet away from the ground.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the golden giant's index finger of his right fist gently rotated, and the flying sword drew an arc and returned to the sky. At the same time, he tapped his fingers with his left hand and the flying sword that was originally hanging in the air suddenly fell down, piercing Qi Jingchun's body again. arm.

The two fingers rise and fall against each other.

The twelve flying swords fell straight down and returned in an arc.

Ups and downs, over and over again.

After Qi Jingchun's arm was shot intensively by flying swords, it became scarred, with countless black holes appearing, which was even more shocking compared to the originally towering white body of the Dharma.

Qi Jingchun looked calm about this, seeing another wave of flying swords about to pierce him, starting a new round of killing.

Really aggressive.

Qi Jing Chunyun said four words softly: "The spring breeze is proud."

A flying sword was still piercing Qi Jingchun's arm, but this time before it was nailed into the arm, it was like pine needles being blown askew by a breeze. Not only this flying sword, but also the eleven flying swords after that. The one exception was the one that returned in vain, surrounding Qi Jingchun's Dharma image, flying slowly following a certain set trajectory, the sword trembling, waiting for an opportunity to move, and making a slight neighing noise.

Not only that, the spring breeze that filled the sky and the earth held up the falling sea of ​​clouds without leaving any trace.

The golden giant bared his chest, with an air of wantonness and wantonness. He looked down at the twelve flying swords and couldn't find any flaws. He was a little surprised, "Huh?"

Qi Jingchun didn't pay much attention to these flying sword attacks, which were extremely powerful for human monks. He always stared at the empty fist.

Someone in the world, Lao Zhuhuang, said that the Lizhu Cave Sky bead suspended in the sky above Dongbaopingzhou has been around for three thousand years. It should have been sixty years later that the next saint Ruan Qiong wrapped the outer wall of the bead to protect it. , will be completely broken, just like a piece of porcelain, with the outer glaze peeling off and peeling off completely. When the way of heaven comes, it will be overwhelming. Although no one will die on the spot, everyone in the town will lose their next life. Qi Jingchun specially read the Buddhist scriptures for this and even deduced a terrible consequence. The more than 6,000 people in the town will be killed. The "scapegoats" who are used to withstand the mighty power of God may fall into the realm of hungry ghosts in the Western Buddhist country for life after life, and will never be able to escape.

Military monk and swordsmith Ruan Qiong, as the last saint in Lizhu Cave Heaven, his duty at that time was not to protect the safety of the people in the town, but to prevent anyone from escaping this heavenly punishment.

The sound of the golden giant was like a drum, rumbling across the sky, and he laughed and said: "Some people say that you, Qi Jingchun, are not simple. You have two natal characters. In addition to the character of spring, there is also the character of static that breaks the rules. Come on, come on." , let me open my eyes!"

The giant struck his knee with his fist every time he spoke a word.

After three times, the sea of ​​clouds surged violently like boiling water in a pot.

At the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds, the breeze that was originally invisible to the naked eye also swayed, and the light was chaotic, alternating between light and dark.

The giant said: "You have a spring breeze, but I have a rain of flying swords. I want to pour cold water on you!"

After speaking, countless golden threads penetrated through the sea of ​​clouds and penetrated into the breeze.

If we use the giant's body as a comparison, those golden threads are like tiny embroidery needles as long as a fingernail, but they are densely packed, thousands of them, and when gathered together, they become so powerful and thrilling.

Qi Jingchun was still staring at her fist, and her expression did not change after hearing the sound, and she said softly: "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen."

I saw raindrops splashing out from the ground around the Dharma image that was sitting upright. Each raindrop seemed insignificant and insignificant, but in fact they were all as big as a pool of water.

Then these raindrops kept emerging and slid toward the sky in an unnatural way.

The rain curtain hangs upside down.

Just because of the poem that the Confucian saint Qi Jingchun silently recited.

The golden rain of flying swords rises from top to bottom, and the curtain of spring rain rises from the earth, rising from bottom to top.

Hit each other hard!

There were many things going on above her head, but Qi Jingchun didn't see, listen or speak.

Lightning dragons appeared out of thin air around Qi Jingchun's fist, hitting the back of his hand.

There are three colors of lightning: scarlet, blue-purple, and snow-white. They seem chaotic, but the three are distinct and do not intertwine alternately. They are intertwined into three large nets.

Dharma Prime's fist, debris flying everywhere, flying feathers fluttering, constantly attenuating.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "It's calm."

Of the three colors of lightning, only the snow-white lightning remained motionless without warning, but the other two types of lightning still followed the rules. This caused a scarlet lightning to slam into a snow-white lightning, and a blue-purple lightning to tie up the scarlet lightning. The careless Skynet Huihui has become confusing and disorderly.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, an old voice sounded leisurely, "There is a law for movement and stillness!"

However, after a blink of an eye, the three lightning nets, which were originally chaotic, regained the orderly and vast power of God in the chaos.

The fists of Qi Jingchun's statue were struck again and again.

Qi Jingchun sighed slightly.

"That's enough for a small fight. Qi Jingchun, how dare you take this punch from me!"

A golden fist fell towards Qi Jingchun's head from the hole in the sea of ​​clouds.

Qi Jingchun's idle right hand was raised high, palm upward, to block the punch.

The image of Qi Jingchun suddenly fell a hundred feet, but the sea of ​​clouds was also lifted up a hundred feet by a turbulent breeze.

It was like there was a distance of two hundred feet between heaven and earth.

"Come again!"

The Golden Immortal landed a punch, and each punch was so thunderous that I am afraid that even the Five Sacred Mountains of any dynasty in the East Aquarius Continent would not be able to withstand his punch.

Qi Jingchun, who was dressed in snow-white, just raised his arms high.

First, a big crater was made in the palm of the Dharma Prime Minister's hand, then the whole palm was smashed into pieces, and then the arm was smashed section by section by the golden fist.

Qi Jingchun, whose appearance was greatly damaged, remained indifferent. All his attention was always on his left hand, which was clenched into a fist.

From the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulder, it is covered with Taoist talismans with thunder and lightning, and each word is as big as a house.

The old voice continued, "Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you are willing, you can follow the poor Taoist practice."

Qi Jingchun turned her head slightly and looked down at the arm that was riddled with holes. It was already covered with the supreme prophecies written by the Taoist masters and saints, so that they could do justice to heaven.

Qi Jingchun breathed out softly and said in a deep voice: "Qingjing..."

The old voice revealed a hint of anger, "Qi Jingchun, you are brave!"

An angry shout suddenly covered up Qi Jingchun's two words after "quiet".

High in the sky, someone held his fingers together as a sword, easily breaking through the sea of ​​clouds and slashing down!

It actually cut off Qi Jingchun's fisted arm from his shoulder!

Very far away, there was an imperceptible sigh, full of regret.

Confucian saints do not exceed the rules.

Qi Jingchun shouldn't have crossed the Taoist thunder pond.

After the finger sword successfully cut off Qi Jingchun's arm, it seemed that the owner's anger was still there. He quickly retracted his fingers back to the sea of ​​clouds, and did not stop there. Instead, he stabbed at the hanging tree with no roots and water with no source at a faster speed. fist.

Qi Jingchun retracted the half of her right arm above her head, quickly blocked it above the bead, and hugged it to her side to protect it in front of her.

The immortal's two fingers moved forward without any suspense, piercing through Qi Jingchun's arm. The golden giant's punch from the hole hit Qi Jingchun's head firmly.

The statue of Qi Jingchun is on the verge of collapse.

Although his limbs and arms were broken, his big sleeves were still fluttering, and he had the air of a scholar, but the more so, the more miserable he looked.

Another punch to the head caused Qi Jingchun to continue to sink.

One punch followed another, as if they would not stop until the scholar was knocked deep into the ground.

The dilapidated Dharma image tightly protected the fist, the bead, and the Lizhu Cave in front of him, and the people who would call him "Mr. Qi" when they met him.

The lips of this Dharma image moved slightly, and he recited silently, "The stars are spinning, the sun and the moon are shining brightly, the four eras are in control, the yin and yang are changing, the wind and rain are spreading, all things are harmonious and prosperous, and each is nourished and mature... "

Within the small cave.

There was not a single Meng boy present in the rural school.

There was a Confucian scholar in a blue shirt sitting alone. Not only his temples were frosty white, but his hair was also snow-white.

The scholar's seven orifices were bleeding and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The soul was shattered more completely than a piece of porcelain that fell heavily to the ground.

The scholar looked extremely happy, closed his eyes and smiled, and then passed away.

The world has me, Qi Jingchun.

The world is happy, and so am I.

This year, in this world, spring left very late and summer came very late.