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A pair of farming hands tear open a landing sky.

Countless pairs of eyes and countless gazes in the Bodhi Academy witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Everyone held their breath and focused, watching the familiar hands holding the hoe to tear apart the broken Buddha lotus world that still has power.

The heavy pressure was swept away by the cool wind.

The sun shines on the Bodhi Academy and shines on the solemn cheeks of the teachers and students of the academy.

Reflecting the long-lost sunshine, the Buddha lotus world in sight was broken into countless lotus petals flying all over the sky.

Very sad!

In the holy chasing at the foot of the mountain, the Taoist in Qingyi raised his eyes slightly, and a little surprised appeared in his eyes that were as deep as a vast galaxy.

But it's just a little bit.

The body of Wuxiang Dao Sect has died. The Bodhi Academy can make this figure afraid of Tiandong God statue. It is not the dean Zhuang Daoxuan who tore open the Buddha lotus world with both hands, even if the latter is the first person to transform into a catastrophe under the divine realm.

The saints can never tolerate saints in their eyes.

The statue of the god comes from the east of heaven for the purpose of the Bodhi Patriarch who has been missing for thousands of years.

He wanted to verify whether the ancestor of the Six-Syllable School was still alive in the world.

"Let's go, go up the mountain and take a look."

The sky-blue bead curtain fell, covering the young and cold face.

The original Tianlong leads the way, and then raises the holy chasing through the twelve stars of the heaven, and a saint of ten saints, a visitor from Tiandong, climbs the mountain and enters the academy.

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In front of the academy is a lush forest of wisdom.

There are dozens of pavilions in the forest, which are the places where many students in the world hide their shadows and rest during the previous enrollment periods.

The tranquil spring that has passed in plum blossoms is not the three-year enrollment season for the academy. The old man in front of the door is unwilling to destroy the academy rules that will no longer exist. He still chose to sit on the stone steps and leaned on the book "Bodhi Academy" for countless years.

The wind of time has destroyed the stone gate, which is still brand new.

The old man wearing a six-character doctrine robe guarded the academy door with his eyes slightly closed.

The old man looked very tired, as if he was waiting for someone.

Since I came to the academy many years ago to become a bookstore manager, the elderly have rarely gone out of the library. Apart from cleaning the bookstore bookshelf and half of the bluestone road in front of the bookstore, there are almost no chances to move the muscles and bones, so I can only maintain it.

If you become a slightly fat body and walk a few more steps, you will easily become tired.

The old man was named Duanyanke, and he was a descendant of the Tiandao Duan family in the past.

When he was young, he was talented and had an unlimited future and was teased by fate. He was murdered in the battle of the new generation of Tianswords of the Duan Family, and finally fled in exile. He vowed to take revenge and surrendered to him when he was in a most embarrassing and downfall.

Bodhi Academy has been learning swords with Wuxiang Daozong, and it has been more than half a lifetime since then.

I spent the rest of my life in the academy.

Of course, the identity of Duanyankee is rarely known in the academy.

In addition to the master and apprentice of Wuxiangdao, Dean Zhuang and several senior academy masters, only the only one who was given the favor and was instructed to practice the sword Taoism was a little more informed. Just like many ancient Taoist biography records

It is like a legend. In the eyes of many teachers and students of the academy and Qingyi teachers, the senior teacher in the library is a mysterious figure.

No one knows the level of his cultivation.

No one has ever seen his sword technique.

Even the highest-ranking director Zhuang of the academy only knew that Duanyanke and Duanqi were the same as Duanqi. Otherwise, Wuxiang Daozong would not have passed the academy's self-sacrifice to the

This person would not let Huangfu Yi follow this person to learn swordsmanship.

When the academy was in response to the disaster, President Zhuang agreed to the request of Mr. Daokui to guard the door for the academy! So what Daokui Duanyanke was waiting for was the climber who trespassed the academy.

One saint ten saints.

The holy chasing fell gently in the wisdom forest in front of the academy.

The wind blew inexplicably in the forest, shocking dozens of spirit birds.

The old sword Kui from the Duan family next to the courtyard gate opened his eyes and looked at the vague gaze of the Holy Raiders, a figure with a figure with no breath and no fluctuations in his cultivation.

He had never seen the true face of the statue of the Tiandong God. In fact, many people had never seen the appearance of the saints of the Eight Hundred Sects, let alone the name Chen Sheng. But this did not affect the judgment of Lao Daokui, who was wearing a blue robe to the Saint Champion in Shenshou.

The judgment of the cultivation strength of the statue of the Tiandong God of the Daotong Saint.

"A person who was known as the world as the Tiandao in the past, but now he has become a gatekeeper of the academy... It's really impermanent, it's a pity!"

A figure walked out next to the holy chasing shrouded in divine light.

The handsome, wise and intelligent Nine-Star Tianji, holding a jade fan in his hand, bowed his hand to the ceremony.

"There is a knife in my heart, and there is Tao everywhere." The old Daokui of the academy stood up and patted the Taoist robe on his body, saying to the senior saint who had the skills to keep his eyes open and the twelve stars of the Jingtian.

Although the name of the Duanyan Guest is rarely mentioned in the world today and has been forgotten by countless people, it is obviously not concealed that the twelve stars of the world are known as the Nine Stars Heavenly Secrets.

It is not surprising that Daokui Duanyankee is not surprised.

"There is no sword in your hand, but there is a sword in your heart. It seems that Mr. Daokui's cultivation has not only not dissipated, but has gone further."

"Let you laugh." Perhaps it was because I had read various classics in the bookstore for many years, and subtly cultivated my irritable and frivolous temperament. Lao Daokui smiled bitterly.

"What, Mr. Daokui is waiting for me?" Jiuxing Tianji raised his eyebrows.

"The gatekeeper always has a gate that should be guarded."

"I wonder how many people do you want to guard?"

The slightly fat Duan's Daokui stretched out his finger.

"I have a sword that can slay dragons, kill demons, and kill evil people." A sword light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the old Daokui of the Bookhouse. As soon as he finished speaking, the momentum around him suddenly rose.

Suddenly, a bitter sword wind rose in the wisdom forest, and the remaining flowers and green leaves were rolling up.

Countless trees began to rustle.

The Taoist in the saint chasing smiled for the first time.

Three figures came out next to the Shengzhang, and three figures that could be slashed with one knife in Dao Kui's mouth.

Kuixing Tianlong, two-star Tianye and four-star Tianxie.

These three people are all in the cultivation level of the Venerables in the Realm of Transformation.

Although the twelve stars of Tiandong Preface and Tiantian are not among the ten-day saints, no one in the world dares to question their cultivation methods.

Today, the manager of the academy library said that he could kill dragons and demons with one sword.

The dragon star is a dragon.

The Heavenly Demon Star is a demon.

Tianxiexing is flattering.

Three figures stood side by side.

Kuixing, who had reverse scales, shook his body in the wind and changed his body as a giant dragon with a hundred feet flying into the sky.

The roar of dragons spreads across the world.

There was a strong wind in front of the academy.

Countless eyes in the academy looked into the sky with fear.

I saw the dragon waving its tail, and countless wisdom trees broke and fell in front of the academy, gradually rising smoke and dust.

The slightly fat old Daokui, the young man squinted his eyes in the turbulent wind.

He didn't have a knife in his hand and did not intend to use it.

He has swords in his heart, and countless swords.

He glanced at the countless broken wisdom trees in the forest, and the broken trees turned into strong swords and slowly rose into the air.

He glanced at Fenghen in the chaos, and the cold wind that had no trace was found turned into a knife as thin as a cicada's wing to pierce the void.

He glanced at the endless dust and gravel that was flying wildly, and all the dust and gravel in the void turned into flying knives.

Turbulence and dust, and grass and trees are all knives.

Except for him, all the moments in his sight turned into swords, countless swords.

The knife was as dense as rain.

The sword is as majestic as the forest.

The knife was as bleak as the wind.

Countless swords swept the violent blue sword aura nearly a hundred feet away, and rushed to the sky and slashed the sky dragon.

The Tianlong, who was hovering in the sky, glared at the blue sword energy that gradually enveloped his body, opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a sea of ​​fire.