Chapter 68: There is spring in the world

Qi Jingchun’s huge law, white and awkward, sits on the map at the northernmost tip of Dongbao Pingzhou.
The sea of ​​clouds is rolling, slowly pressing down, and constantly approaching the head of Qi Jingchun.
Qi Jingchun looked up and smiled and freed.
Above the sea of ​​clouds, there is a majestic sound: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know the heavens and the selflessness! As a Confucian student, you are born with a guilty conscience, and if you change your mind, there is still room for it."
Along with the words of the heavenly immortal, it seems as if thunder and lightning are swiftly rolling in the clouds, and the flashing thunder of lightning flashes from the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds.
The words are followed.
Another immortal smiled and said: "What is this nonsense with this nerd! I want to make a top-notch feat, I have to ask my fist first to promise not to agree!"
At the same time, the sea of ​​clouds was lifted by a huge golden palm, and a large cloud was removed. After revealing a hole, a beam of light fell before Qi Jingchun.
The West sang a song and sighed with sorrow: "Qi Shizhu, a meditation, and a super Buddha."
Qi Jingchun said: "After the battle of Xiaolong, the town was able to enjoy the three thousand years of air transport, and the descendants of the later generations were born out of nothing. It was nothing more than a means of eating food, but since it was the rule of the four saints, the earliest choice was to take root. The monk did not disagree, and Qi Jingchun was naturally not qualified to gesticulate on this matter. If today, the road is to suppress this side of the world, it will be, it is nothing but a change to me Qi Jingchun, to bear the disaster for the town people The heavens and the rules have not fallen in the air, why are you blocking?"
The immortal who reached out to stir up a big hole in the sea of ​​clouds laughed happily. "Haha, surname Qi, do you really know why, or are you crazy?"
Qi Jingchun did not know when he had reached out a hand, and the bead that contained a small hole in the sky, the palm of his hand became a fist, and he was in the palm of his hand.
I want to come to the palm of my hand. Inside the cave, above the town, it is already the mysterious scene of the night.
At this time, the snow-white palm that protects the 骊zhudong sky seems to have suffered an invisible offensive from all directions, squeaking, spattering and white arc on the back of the hand, constantly appearing as small as Flying feathers, in fact, as big as the peak of the "snow", from Qi Jingchun off the back of the hand, falling into the human world, just waiting to land, it has vanished.
Sitting on the clouds near the Yunhai Grottoes, the immortal people laughed and said: "Little Confucianism, the rebellious avenue, not self-sufficient! Just let the seat play with you!"
If you look up from the far-distance of Dongbao Pingzhou, and you can break through the masking system created by the immortals, you can see the spectacular scene in a faint way. In the grand caves that break the clouds, you first reveal a black spot. Straight down, then a sharp point of the sword, and finally finally reveals the whole picture. It is a "pocket" flying sword with the length of fingers of Qi Jingchun.
The first stalk was just in the world, and the second stalk followed it, and it fell from another place. The third and fourth stalks descended from the sky above the sea, and a total of twelve flying swords.
Line up and hover over the sky.
Such as the iron ride array, was tightened by the reins, just wait for a command, you can charge the battle.
Above the sea of ​​clouds, a golden giant sits freely cross-legged, licking a huge golden eyelid, holding his fists on his knees, and slowly pulling out an index finger in his right fist and flexing his fingers.
A flying sword took the lead in stimulating the arm that Qi Jingchun’s fist was holding.
Flying swords fall as fast as lightning, and on the trajectory, pull out a continuous cloud tail.
The flying sword instantly penetrated the arm of the Qi Jingchun Fa, and suddenly stopped when it was only a stone's throw away from the ground.
Above the sea of ​​clouds, the golden giant's right-handed index finger gently rotates, and the flying sword draws an arc and returns to the upper air. At the same time, the left-handed finger flicks, and a flying sword that was originally suspended in the air crashes down, once again piercing Qi Jingchun. Arm.
Two fingers rise and fall.
Twelve flying swords fell straight down and the arc returned.
Ups and downs, so repeated.
Qi Jingchun's arm was intensively shot by the flying sword, and it became scarred. There were countless black holes, which was particularly shocking compared to the original white body.
Qi Jingchun is very self-confident in this regard, and seeing another round of flying swords, he will start a new round of rushing.
It’s really aggressive.
Qi Jing Chun Yun said four words: "The spring breeze is proud."
A flying sword is still straight to the Qi Jingchun arm, but this time it does not wait for it to be nailed into the arm, just like the pine needle is blown by a breeze, not only this flying sword, but after the eleven flying swords One exception is that it returns without success. Surrounded by Qi Jingchun's law, he follows a certain trajectory and flies slowly. The sword is trembling, waiting for the opportunity to move, and a slight creaking.
Not only that, but the spring breeze between the heavens and the earth, still holding the clouds off the ground.
The golden giant reveals his chest, and he feels arrogant. He is condescending and sees the twelve flying swords. He can't find any flaws. He is surprised. "Hey?"
These are the powerful swords of the human monks, and Qi Jingchun is not very concerned. He always looks at the fist of the virtual grip.
Someone in the world said that Zhuzhudong Tianzhu, which is suspended in the sky above Dongbaobozhou, has been three thousand years old. It should have wrapped the outer wall of the sheltered beads in the hands of the next saint in sixty years. It will be completely broken, like a piece of porcelain, the outer glaze will fall off and peel off. When Tiandao is crushed, it will inevitably be like a broken bamboo. Although it will not be dead on the spot, everyone in the town will lose its afterlife. Qi Jingchun specifically read the Buddhist scriptures and even inferred a terrible consequence. The town of 6,000 people was The "death ghost" used to bear the mightyness of the heavens is likely to be born into the hungry ghosts of the Western Buddhism, and it must not be detached forever.
The military monk and the sword-making sergeant, as the last saint of the four sides of the Zhuzhu Dongtian, his duty to the time is not to guard the safety of the town's people, but to prevent anyone from escaping this heavenly punishment.
The golden giant sounded like a drum, and the rumbling spread throughout the sky, laughing loudly: "Some people say that you are not simple, you have two natal words, in addition to the spring characters, there is also a static rule with broken rules. Come and come. Let this seat open your eyes!"
Every time the giant says a word, he uses his fist to kneel on his knee.
After three times, Yunhai was boiling in the pot and violently surging.
At the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds, the breeze, which was invisible to the naked eye, also shook, the light was chaotic, and the light and dark alternated.
Giant said: "You have a spring breeze, this seat has a flying sword rain, to give you this guy splashing cold water!"
After the words, countless golden threads passed through the sea of ​​clouds and penetrated the breeze.
If you use the giant body as a contrast, those golden silk threads, like the small embroidery needles of the length of the nails, are just dense and tens of thousands. After the gathering, the sound is big and thrilling.
Qi Jingchun still stares at the fist, does not change color after the sound, whispered: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens."
I saw the ground around the law where I was sitting in danger. I splattered a grain of raindrops. Every drop of raindrops seemed to be neglected. In fact, it was as big as a pool.
Then these constantly emerging raindrops slid into the sky in violation of common sense.
The rain curtain is hanging upside down.
The poem that was only remembered by the Confucian saint Qi Jingchun.
The golden flying swords of the rain, from top to bottom, start from the spring rain curtains of the earth, from bottom to top.
Slammed together!
There is a lot of weather on the top of the head, but Qi Jingchun has not seen it, don’t listen, don’t say it.
Around Qi Quanchun’s fist, he gave birth to a lightning bolt and a dragon on his back.
The lightning color is divided into three types, scarlet, cyan, and white, which seem to be chaotic, but the three are distinct and not alternately entangled into three large nets.
The fist of the law, the debris is splashed, the flying feathers are swaying, and decaying.
Qi Jingchun whispered: "Flat calm."
Three-color lightning, only the white lightning did not move without warning, but the other two lightnings still follow the rules, which caused a scarlet lightning to break a white lightning, a blue-violet lightning tied with scarlet lightning. The skynet that has been leaked and not leaked has become confused and disorderly.
Above the sea of ​​clouds, there is a sound of old voices, "There is a way to move!"
Only after a short period of time, the three lightning law nets that were originally chaotic, regained the orderly and vast Tianwei.
I hit the fist that hit Qi Jingchun's law.
Qi Jingchun slightly sighed.
"Small and small is almost the same, Qi Jingchun, can dare to take this box!"
A golden fist fell from the cave of Yunhai to the head of Qi Jingchun.
Qi Jingchun's free right hand was lifted up, his palms up, blocking the punch.
Qi Jingchun's law suddenly fell to Baizhang, but Yunhai was also lifted by a turbulent breeze.
It seems that the distance between the heavens and the earth is two hundred feet.
"Come back!"
The golden fairy hits a fist, and every time the boxing is thunderous, I am afraid that Wuyue Xiongshan of any dynasty of Dongbao Pingzhou can't stand his fist.
A snow-white Qi Jingchun Fa, just raised his arms and lifted it high.
First, the palm of the hand was pulled out of a large pit, and then the whole palm was broken, and then the arm was smashed by a golden fist.
Qi Jingchun, who has suffered a great loss of law, is still indifferent, and all his attention is always placed on the left hand of the virtual fist.
From the fist to the entire arm, to the shoulders, covered with the Taoist tactics of thunder and lightning, each word is as big as a house.
The voice of the old man continued to ring. "If you want to be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you are willing, you can follow the poor road."
Qi Jingchun turned his head a little and looked down at the riddled arm. He was already full of Taoist priests who taught the saints to write, and they were better for the heavens.
Qi Jingchun gently sighed out, Shen Sheng: "Calm..."
The old voice revealed a wrath, "Qi Jingchun, you are bold!"
An angry drink, hard to cover the two words after Qi Jingchun in the "quiet".
At high altitude, there are in the sword, which is easy to break through the sea of ​​clouds, and squat down!
It was the arm that directly clamped Qi Jingchun’s fist and fell from the shoulder!
Far away, there is a sigh that is not easy to detect, full of regret.
Confucian saints are not overstepped.
Qi Jingchun should not cross the Taoist thunder pool.
After the sword successfully cut off Qi Jingchun’s arm, it seems that the owner’s anger is still there, and the quickly retracted into the sea of ​​clouds, but did not stop there. Instead, they spurted the empty, passive water with a faster speed. fist.
Qi Jingchun withdrew only half of his right arm at the top of his head and quickly stopped above the beads, squatting on his side and guarding himself.
The immortal's went forward without any suspense, and they pierced the arm of Qi Jingchun's Fa, the golden fist from the hole, and the fist was even more solid on the head of Qi Jingchun's law.
Qi Jingchun, this law, is crumbling.
Although the broken limbs are still broken, the sleeves are still swaying, and the more romantic the readers are, the more they are, the more miserable they are.
It was also a punch, and Qi Jingchun continued to sink.
A punch followed by a punch, as if the reader was not trapped in the ground and would not give up.
The dilapidated law, the fist that was in front of him, the bead, the beaded hole, the people who met him and called him "Mr. Qi".
This method of lip movements, silent, and read, "the stars are spinning, the sun and the moon are handed down, the four times are royal, the yin and yang are big, the wind and rain are everywhere, everything is the same and the other is born, each has its own talent...

Within a small hole in the sky.
Among the nostalgia, no one was present.
There is a so-called green sorrow, not only the double cream, but also the white hair.
The scholars are bleeding and bloody.
The soul is broken, and it is more thorough than a piece of porcelain that fell heavily on the ground.
The reader was actually a happy look, closed his eyes and laughed, and died.
I have Qi Jingchun in the world.
The world is fast, I am also happy.
This year, this world, spring is very late, summer is very late.