Chapter 704: 2 Ro funeral soldier

East China Sea, north of Chentangguan, in front of an uninhabited beach.
Yang Jian didn't know when he came here, sitting on the beach quietly watching the stars turn, until the sky turned white and the golden crow rose.
The three-pointed two-bladed gun lay beside him.
It's just that the appearance of the three-pointed two-edged gun at this time is a bit wrong.
The original dragon spear had fine engraving marks on the body, faintly flying a black dragon; these fine lines also made Yang Jian grip the spear tighter and perform various moves more satisfactorily.
But at this time, the fine lines on the body of the three-pointed and two-edged gun disappeared, replaced by dense cracks everywhere.
If these cracks are a bit deeper, the gun body will probably break directly.
The gun body is like this, and the cracks in the gun blade are even more obvious...
This sword that has been following Yang Jian for many years, and should have been invincible, is now like a piece of porcelain, extremely fragile.
The dragon spear groaned.
Yang Jian sighed, and after sitting here for three days and three nights, he finally turned back from the depression in his heart.
The right hand stroked the gun body, the low groan disappeared, and it turned and quivered slightly.
As if it still wanted to prove that it was still tough, it could also accompany Yang Jian to continue to fight the world and deal with those powerful enemies.
But in fact, this dragon spear could no longer withstand the strength of Yang Jian's full burst.
Everything has a degree.
When Yang Jian's strength was weak, this dragon spear was like a tiger with wings; after Yang Jian's Eighty-Nine Profound Skill, the dragon spear was a sharp claw and a fang to him.
Now, Yang Jian slays Kunpeng, kills Styx, and fights against the saints of merit...
This dragon spear was completely unable to keep up with Yang Jian, who was galloping forward with the stride meteors. Even if he had tried his best to exert 12% of the light and heat in his hands, it still became a constraint on Yang Jian's strength.
But Yang Jian had never had the idea of ​​replacing weapons before.
until……
"Ugh."
Yang Jian picked up the dragon spear, laid it flat on his legs, took a handkerchief, and wiped it carefully.
When the gun was first obtained, there was no tip, only one barrel.
At that time, the Dragon King brother-in-law was still a little bit reluctant, and deliberately hid it, although by chance, Yang Jian still got it.
The East China Sea is really the treasure of his fortune.
Married a beautiful wife here, gained a reputation, got a treasure gun, began to stir up trouble in the predicament, and also won the support of the dragon clan. The next few games with the heaven were thanks to the dragon clan’s secret help.
When fighting the king demon, thanks to the strength of the spear, only then resisted the king demon's offensive.
During the battle against Zhao Gongming, thanks to the sharpness of the gun, he was able to pierce the powerful fairy at the most critical moment...
Battle after battle, the traces of the three-pointed two-edged gun may still be shining everywhere in the sky at this moment.
Unfortunately, this dragon spear has come to the end.
It can't hold it anymore.
In fact, when Yang Jian was fighting against Zhun Ti's golden body, it had reached its limit and was broken everywhere by the force of the counter-shock; but at that time, it felt Yang Jian's anger and unwillingness, and it was so hard-headed.
When he fought against Styx in the sea behind, Yang Jian had already noticed that the dragon spear was wrong at the time, and deliberately handed the dragon spear to his left hand, and kept fighting against Styx with Yuantu.
Yang Jian had originally thought that he would later go to the best craftsman in this world to repair or re-forge the dragon spear.
But after waking up from a coma, the idea that passed to his heart from the Dragon Spear was already very weak...
It should have shattered during the match against Zhunti, and waited for Yang Jian to come back and bid him farewell.
There is no real verbal communication, spirituality is always only spirituality, not true spirit; the three-pointed two-bladed spear is only an innate spirit treasure, and there is originally a black dragon spear spirit, and no real weapon spirit can be born.
Yang Jian's heart was neither sad nor bitter. At this time, he gently wiped the spear, with a deep feeling of goodbye and deep reluctance.
The dragon spear trembled slightly, seeming to express something.
Yang Jian nodded slowly, stood up, facing the scorching sun on the East China Sea, holding the three-pointed two-bladed spear in his hand.
Among the many weapons, the three-pointed two-edged spear is the most difficult and the most versatile weapon.
The advance grip can be used as a weapon, and the double lift is a knife. It can not only use the number of spears, but also extend all the changes of the long weapon.
Yang Jian had pondered these moves for a long time, and they were also very effective in fighting, helping him all the way to today.
But today, Yang Jian wields this gun at the beach. There are not many flower-frame styles, just a set of the simplest and most fundamental marksmanship.
You don’t need profound energy, you don’t move the profound gang, you don’t dance fast, and your moves don’t judge subtleties.
But under the sunlight, every movement of Yang Jian, the spear in his hand seemed to flicker.
The gun follows the person, and the shadow is like the body.
A bit of cold light shook the wind, and the gun was like a dragon breaking the enemy's formation.
A set of marksmanship danced for a little while, Yang Jian made a forward stab, and the spear trembling lightly in his hand, from the tip of the spear to the end of the spear, countless cracks shot light at the same time.
The sound of the dragon's roar swept from the gun, and a black dragon that was so blurred that it was almost invisible hovered over the gun, and then slowly flew towards the East China Sea...
Yang Jian stared at this black dragon, his eyes were lonely and helpless like never before.
The black dragon flew far away, slowly dissipating in the horizon; Yang Jian was in a trance, as if he saw a man in black armor, standing on the sea in the horizon, making a beast to himself far away.
When he fixed his eyes to see, that figure was gone...
With a soft bang, the dragon spear in Yang Jian's hand exploded, as if it turned into black scales, falling on the sand at his feet.
Yang Jian looked down and didn't make any movement. Until the sun slanted and the twilight was sinking, Yang Jian just squatted down, picked up the pieces, and felt their coldness and hardness in the palm of his hand.
When the stars were faint, Yang Jian had no shadow.
There was only a small pile of sand left on the beach, like a small tomb, but there was no tombstone, and no one knew what was buried here.
...
"I don't know where to go if I want to find someone to drink."
Above the clouds, Yang Jian sat there a little bored, thinking about where he would go next.
Lu Chunyang hasn't reborn, and the other people who have a good relationship, either are too senior, or are busy in retreat and practice is not easy to disturb, and can't drink at all.
After a half-turn, Yang Jian simply went to Huaguoshan for a stroll.
There is still a huge array surrounding Huaguo Mountain, and Buddhism's control over this place is tighter than when he came last time.
Unfortunately, no matter how many masters Ren Er had, no matter how heavy the formation was, Yang Jian wrapped himself up with profound energy, just so quietly submerged in it.
What makes Yang Jian feel strange is that the Xu Bodhi who has been guarding this place has disappeared.
However, Yang Jian didn't think much about it. Even if he was planning a Journey to the West now, he would still be a chess player, hindering the growth of Buddhism.
As for the benefits of calculating the Journey to the West...Yang Jian really didn't see it at this time.
Later, he could incarnate himself in Journey to the West and do something about it, but Yang Jian didn't expect much from Stone Monkey, and didn't want to get anything from it.
Looking at the iron plate embedded in the strange stone, Yang Jian would be dumbfounded, and he felt the rhythm of the stone.
The stone monkey should not be too far away.
"Go hard, boy."
With a chuckle, Yang Jian's figure disappeared with the wind, and did not disturb the Buddhism who secretly guarded this place.
Taking the route to Meishan, Yang Jian remembered the old demon saint who was hiding in the mountains for a long time, and wanted to find him for a drink and chat; but when he flew into the Meishan formation, Yang Jian finally remembered that he still had a disciple named Zixia. On a whim, after finding her breath, he flew towards a courtyard in the back mountain.
Above a sea of ​​flowers, the fairy Fanghua, who is sitting cross-legged, is extremely dusty.
Only Meishan Fairy can enter and exit here~EbookFREE.me~ and there are more than ten layers of formations arranged around this courtyard, which looks quite solid.
Therefore, Zixia was also a little more casual...not too much.
Outside the bellyband made of silver thread silk, she was also wearing a thin gauze; when the moonlight fell, her skin was like a white jade, her small mouth was slightly opened, absorbing the vitality of the world and perfusing herself, and a light spirit entangled herself.
Yang Jian was a little embarrassed as the master.
His apprentice has now entered the Great Luo Realm, and he actually feels a little... strange.
"Cough," Yang Jian coughed dryly.
Zixia was taken aback for a moment. Before she opened her eyes, her face was already filled with joy, and she whispered, "Master?"
"Well, change your clothes and come to Houshan to find me."
"Hey! Yes!"
Zixia opened her eyes to look for Yang Jian's figure everywhere, but naturally she couldn't find a trace.
Not long after, she put on a plain white dress, freshened up and flew to the back mountain, where she saw Yang Jian and Bai Ze drinking in a pavilion.
She drove forward on the cloud and gave a graceful bow, bringing a little light to this somewhat dull pavilion.
"Tui'er saw Master and met Senior Bai Ze."
"Get up, you don't need to be polite," Yang Jian replied with a smile, and pointed to the side seat, "Sit down."
"Master, it's fine for me to stand," Zixia replied with her lips pursed, standing next to Yang Jian in a proper manner, doing a good job of pouring wine for Yang Jian.
Bai Ze sighed faintly: "Oh, it's better to accept a normal apprentice, who can serve you next to me. My apprentice...Bacheng doesn't remember me."
"Why, I listened to Liuya before to find out about you."
"real or fake?"
"you guess."
"Just know you kid fooled me!"
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