Chapter 1283: Chen Huangyijian

Soon after, Luo Zheng has already embarked on the mountainside.
The gaze is gazing not far away...
At that time, Luo Zheng was here, the long sword that was smoked.
But I have not seen it at the moment.
Going forward a dozen feet, Luo Zheng is throwing his own sword here, but this time, Luo Zheng still has not seen.
"This illusion is not the real killing of Jianshan. It comes from the soul mark of the true god. I am afraid it is a scene long ago. It may be 100,000 years, millions of years, or even thousands of years. It is impossible to find a long sword." Up..."
"Hey..."
Those long swords will rise to the sky.
At the mountainside, the long sword attacking Luo Zheng has been a fairy sword...
"Hey..."
Luo Zheng then danced the sword of the mysterious sword in his hand, and then shaken these long swords one by one and continued to move forward.
He wants to climb the mountain and meet the man.
Fairy, holy, artifact, three products, two products, one product...
The higher the upward, the higher the sword is inserted in the mountains, and the attack of the long sword spontaneously becomes more and more sharp.
And the means of attack are even more varied.
Even in the kendo, there are countless kendos.
"Sentimental Shinto... Strictly speaking, it is also a kind of kendo, but I don't know how to cultivate other kendos. Can I prove it into Shinto?"
This problem suddenly hovered in Luo Zheng’s mind...
Just like the true gods that have been encountered before, the Shinto they entered is also varied. Does it mean that there is no specific cultivation method in Shinto?
As long as a method is cultivated to the extreme, beyond the extreme under the limits of this heavenly path, can it prove the Shinto?
Isn’t there a myriad of gods under this day?
Why... Is the sacred Shinto known as the Forbidden Road?
In the chaotic thoughts, Luo Zheng also gradually stepped onto the foothills.
Sitting on the top of the mountain is a long-haired middle-aged man, who is sitting here with a middle-aged man, and a short sword floating around him.
The short sword is two and a half feet long, white, and the sword is unpretentious and introverted, making people not see the clues.
"Two-footed sword!"
Luo Zheng’s eyebrows were slightly picked.
Although he has already guessed that the person of the mountain is the Yi Jian Tian Zun, but at this moment, after seeing the two-footed sword of the cloud, it confirms his identity.
but……
Since this Yi Jian Tian Zun appears on the Emperor's Promenade, it should be called the Yi Jian Zhen Shen!
"Hey..."
The white two-footed sword screamed and circling in the air, and it flew toward Luo Zhengfei.
For this white short sword, Luo Zheng is also very familiar.
At the beginning of the boulder in the orange sea, Luo Zheng was also devastated by this white sword.
Seeing this sword flying from the air, Luo Zheng did not hesitate, the hand of the mysterious device under a block, then the sword bounced.
How can the mysterious sword collide with this two-footed sword?
The "when" sound is broken in an instant...
Luo Zheng's face did not change, and under his hand, he had another long sword in his hand.
This sword is a piece of artifact that he only captured.
In the killing of Jianshan, there is no Supreme Artifact. If you want to come to the Supreme Artifact, you don’t need to enter the Killing Mountain and you will not insert the sword here.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Then Luo Zheng wielded a long sword and collided with the two-footed sword for three times!
From the beginning to the end, that Yi Jian Tian Zun has never blinked, it seems that he is not interested in Luo Zheng.
On the contrary, Luo Zheng is not interested in the previous Tianzun, but he is very interested in this sword Tianzun...
But at the moment, the two-footed sword is automatically guarded. When Luo Zheng wants to go up the mountain, he is automatically forced back by the two-footed sword.
The trajectory of the two-footed Excalibur is so powerful that it is extremely difficult to prevent. Even if Luo Zheng uses the incompetent trick, it is only able to block the two-footed sword, but the sword sword Tianzun still has never blinked.
Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng's brow wrinkled, his eyes slightly concealed, it was a slap in the face of a sword that suddenly smashed out!
A of sword!
This sword trick, Luo Zheng generally used in times of crisis.
It was against the time of Ji Luoxue, he had never used it, but in the face of these true gods, Luo Zheng would not have the slightest hand, he did not have the qualification to stay.
"Ding--"
After the sword is stabbed, the power hidden in it will directly fly the two-footed sword!
When Luo Zheng took out this sword.
Yi Jian Tian Zun suddenly opened his eyes...
In his eyes, there is even a faint color.
Luo Zheng held his hands and bowed to Yi Jian Tian Zun, and then walked forward.
He has not spoken yet, and Yi Jiantian has taken the lead. "What is your name?"
"The younger generation, Luo Zheng," Luo Zheng replied faintly.
"Do you know who I am?" asked Yi Jiantian.
"Yi Jian Tian Zun," Luo Zheng replied.
Yi Jiantian respected Luo Zheng and said after a few breaths: "My name, Chen Huang Yi Jian, with the sword to prove the way, into the sensation of Shinto..."
Tianzun is only one of his titles. Chen Huangyi is his real name.
Now that he has become a true God, it is no longer appropriate to call it Tianzun.
"You, seems to have gone my kendo?" Yi Jian Tian Zun looked at Luo Zheng and asked.
"Yes, the seniors of the sword," Luo Zheng nodded.
Chen Huangyi’s face was covered with a smile. He still sat on the top of the mountain and reached out and grabbed it. The two-footed sword was flying backwards in his hand. Luo Zhengyi stabbed.
On this sword, there is a green awn.
This green man is also a sword...
But this sword is more than a thousand times better than the sword that the Luo Zheng learned!
This is the ultimate sword!
In the face of this sword, Luo Zheng did not hesitate.
He has never felt any killing in Chen Huangyijian, and he knows that the other party is only a temptation. He is also a sword.
The swords of the two are almost exactly the same. The simplest sword is the most extreme sword. It is only the understanding of Luo Zheng’s sword and the lack of swords, and the sword is not reborn.
The two swords did not collide.
Chen Huangyijian, the sword stabbed halfway, then shrank back, but at the moment of retraction, the two-footed sword was stabbed again.
Luo Zheng also did not hesitate, Chen Huangyi sword's long sword was recovered, Luo Zheng also recovered, Chen Huangyijian's long sword stabbed, Luo Zheng also stabbed...
These two people are slashing against each other, but there is no substantial sword to stab!
a sword...
Ten swords...
Hundred swords...
Thousand swords...
Wan Jian...
100,000 swords...
Time is empty at this moment.
Luo Zheng did not know the fatigue, and Chen Huangyijian also had considerable patience.
This is a test, but also a temper, but a silent teaching!
After the million swords.
Chen Huangyi’s sword suddenly closed his hand and looked at Luo Zheng faintly.
If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I would never believe it. Someone could peek through the poem I left...

"The younger generation is just a coincidence," Luo Zheng replied.
"No," Chen Huangyi said with a faint smile. "No, the number of air transport can be fixed. Someone is pushing you behind you."
When I heard this, Luo Zheng’s face showed a doubtful color. He couldn’t understand it.
I am pushing me behind me?

"I don't know who it is... I don't know what design he has, but this will be arranged for this person," Chen Huangyi continued.
Having said that, Luo Zheng’s brow is wrinkled. In the words of Chen Huangyi’s sword, he can’t understand it, but there is a slight uneasiness in the faint.
He is not a fatalist. Even if he is in an irreversible adversity, he will try his best to fight for his last strength. At least the fate is always in his own hands.
But in the words of Chen Huangyijian, there is another explanation. Some people have their own destiny behind themselves.
Seeing Luo Zheng’s slightly tangled complexion, Chen Huangyi’s sword is just a faint smile.
This is not a problem I discussed with you. I don’t care...
Then he asked again:
Your lotus leaf, open How many pieces?"
"Small by nine leaves, Mahayana twenty-six leaves," Luo Zheng answered truthfully.
Hearing Luo Zheng’s answer, Chen Huangyi’s sword nodded again, and his face showed a color of approval.
Yes, God’s sea is open to thirty-five leaves, and it will take a long time for you to make a good, good, good...

In this sentence, he said that he used three good ones in a row, because Luo Zheng’s cultivation is a lyrical Shinto, and it is because Luo Zheng’s lotus leaves are only one piece, and they are all in full bloom!