Chapter 4327 The Sword Points to Jiuzhou!

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Ling Chuxi stroked the hair around her ear, but she was at a loss.

At this moment, a figure quietly emerged from Ling Chuxi's figure, standing in the abyss with her back to Ling Chuxi, looking down at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains under her feet.

Ling Chuxi was all too familiar with this figure, it was the man in the picture scroll.

"Senior!" Although he has stared at this vest countless times and pondered carefully, the feeling at this time is so real, and even a little inexplicable kindness, his heart throbbed slightly, Ling Chuxi couldn't help it blurted out.

The man didn't turn around, didn't speak, still stared straight ahead.

The wind blew through the corners of his clothes, making noises.

Ling Chuxi walked forward, but on the cliff under her feet, the mountains and rivers in front of her moved forward at the same time, Ling Chuxi quickened her pace, and everything outside her body also moved forward.

Although he was only a few steps away from the back, it was so close to the horizon. No matter how fast Ling Chuxi walked, he would always maintain the same distance from that person.

Ling Chuxi stopped and suddenly realized that this figure was either just a remnant of the soul left in the Jiuzhou Mountains and Rivers Map, or just a remnant. However, he suddenly appeared without reason.

Ling Chuxi stopped, and everything around him stopped. Everything is so real, but it gives people a wonderful feeling like a fairyland.

Under Ling Chuxi's gaze, the man's hand held the hilt of the sword, and the long sword slowly unsheathed and pointed forward.

In an instant, the wind calmed down, the water stopped, and the entire space fell into stillness. Ling Chuxi seemed to be in a picture scroll that was completely still.

The invisible coercion came from the depths of her heart, making her almost unable to breathe.

The man didn't do anything else, he stood quietly on the top of the peak, his arms stretched out and his sword pointed. The figure seems to have become incomparably sangsang, but incomparably majestic, even the endless rivers and mountains are so small in front of him. surrender to it.

Ling Chuxi moved in her heart and touched her waist, Luochen Sword slowly unsheathed, and then pointed forward.

This action is so simple that even a three-year-old child can do it effortlessly, but Ling Chuxi feels so awkward and heavy. Looking at the long sword in the man's hand, he always feels that his sword has a profound artistic conception. Inclusive of all things also shocks all things, but his sword is so clumsy.

Withdrawing the long sword, Ling Chuxi took a breath and calmed down. After learning from him again, he slowly drew the sword and pointed forward slowly.

Over and over, Ling Chuxi repeated the same action, and her heart gradually merged into the long sword.

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A thousand times, ten thousand times, Ling Chuxi didn't know how many times he had repeated it. Every sword was so slow and solemn, as if every year contained thousands of reincarnations.

Suddenly, there was a hint of enlightenment in his heart, Ling Chuxi drew his sword forward again, and in an instant, the whole person seemed to be integrated into the sword.

A familiar and unfamiliar aura suddenly flowed into her meridians from all directions. It was the power of Heaven.

A dazzling and fantastic light flashed on the long sword, and the infinite coercion spread to the earth. In an instant, the wind moved, the water came alive, and everything in front of me was alive again and infinitely flexible.

"The sword points to Jiuzhou!" The man made a magnetic voice, and with a flick of his figure, it turned into wisps of rays of light and disappeared.

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