Chapter Thirty-Nine Peaks Small Comparison

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  Qingyun Sect

  Nine peaks of the fairy mountain are all high above a thousand feet, straight up to the sky. This is a piece of land blessed by the fairies, with fairy mist falling down like silk ribbons in ten thousand threads, clouds and fog rising, displaying various omens.

  Two people walked among them, feeling a sense of oppressive atmosphere, the air was slightly thick and sticky, there was no gentle breeze, even the spiritual streams were calm and peaceful, the beasts were dormant, the spiritual birds stopped singing, and did not dare to fly freely in the sky.

  The eight vein disciples, Qi Tian two people saw a few, but for the two men was ignored, there were also some cold laughter, and then left directly.

  Sword Peak

  It was as quiet as it was a few days ago, with just more people around.

  Popular!

  The two of them looked at each other in surprise, for it was often several months before they would see a single disciple from the Eight Veins. Now, however, there were quite a few people around, clearly indicating that many had come to Sword Peak during their absence of several days.

  In front of the purple bamboo forest, the two saw Mingjian Daoist.

  A Taoist was leaning against a purple bamboo, his eyes slightly closed, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and pouring it into his mouth now and then.

  "I'm back."

  Ming Xian saw that one of Daoren's eyes was open, then closed again. In front of him, a large pile of low-grade spiritual stones were neatly arranged, all of which had the golden and earthy dual attributes, totaling over a hundred pieces. Apart from this, there were also several stalks of spiritual grass, each with an age of over a hundred years.

  After counting their breaths, several Taoists walked out of the purple bamboo forest one after another, each with a satisfied expression, holding a section of hazy purple bamboo in their hands.

  Everyone threw down ten pieces of inferior spirit stones and didn't look at Qitian and the other person. They walked past the two people's sides and descended from Sword Peak.

  At this moment, the number of low-grade spirit stones in front of Ming Jian Dao Ren has reached one hundred and fifty pieces.

  Yun Fei hesitated and said: "Master, what is this?"

  Ming Jian saw the Taoist not speaking, with a wave of his sleeve, 150 spiritual stones appeared. Among them, 100 fell in front of Yun Fei, including 50 earth spiritual stones and 50 golden spiritual stones. In front of Qi Tian, there were 50 golden spiritual stones.

  "Half a year later, Jiu Feng Xiao Bi."

  Jiufeng Xiao compared? Qi Tian two people were stunned.

  Yun Fei hesitated and said: "Is there our Jian Feng?"

  Ming Jian saw the Taoist glance at him and said, "What do you say?"

  He swallowed his saliva and pointed at the spirit stone on the ground, saying: "Master, you won't just give us this little bit of spirit stone to increase our cultivation, will you?"

  Ming saw Dao Ren staring at him, four stalks of spiritual grass, but they were picked up by him.

  "Lingcao, wait until you've condensed your sword embryo before using it. Rest for half a day, then come find me at the back mountain, Hulu, rise!"

  A small mountain's worth of wine gourds carried by Ming Xian Dao Ren as he departed, fog fell and splashed onto the two people.

  In front of the temple.

  Two people sat facing each other under the open sky, several wine gourds placed on a stone table, the purple bamboo forest swayed in the clear breeze, with savory aromas wafting through.

  "Jiufeng Xiaobi is the seventeenth generation of Xiaobi, and most of them entered the sect late and their cultivation was not high. They also received less guidance in their daily lives, and few of them broke through to the Recognizing Spirit Realm. In previous years, it was held once every three years. When I first entered the sect, I had the good fortune to observe it once. I didn't expect that this time, our Sword Peak would also be participating."

  Yun Fei smiled bitterly and looked at the pile of spirit stones beside him, saying: "This time back, I always feel that Master is a bit off, the entire sect is also a bit off."

  He took a sip of the purple bamboo wine, and Qi Tian said: "When the troops come, we will stop them; when the water comes, we will cover it with earth. Since our master has obtained the spiritual stone for us, and there are still six months left, let's try to improve our cultivation as much as possible. I also want to try to condense the sword fetus and taste the flavor of the thunderbolt."

  Qitian said, with a sharp aura rising in his eyes, two pure golden yin-yang fish swirled ceaselessly. Seeing these pupils, Yunfei couldn't help but feel a shock throughout his body.

  "Big brother, do you still remember what you said before?"

  Cloud Flying nodded heavily, saying: "Not bad, the Nine Peaks' little comparison, then it's the Nine Peaks' little comparison. I don't believe that in this half year, I still can't condense a sword embryo, and how can I achieve the Fa Dao Xian Mai?"

  Two wine gourds were raised, and the purple bamboo wine flowed down, both of them felt a surge of energy in their bodies, and their hearts were pounding.

  "Junior brother, let's have a footrace!"

  The gourd shattered, clouds flew and footsteps moved, his body like a sword, shooting forward.

  He burst out laughing, the pre-heavenly sword energy in his dantian and qihai roared upwards, all the way to the 98th floor. A sharp aura spread throughout his body, as if every inch of skin had merged with the sharp aura.

  The next moment, Qitian took a step forward and suddenly appeared two zhang away without using any magic spells.

  At the same time, Zitian also gradually felt that as a wisp of Xuanjian's pre-heavenly sword energy entered his body, it became increasingly difficult for him to perform his Dao techniques, and he could hardly use them at all.

  Two people, one in front and one behind, about ten feet apart, until finally they were almost shoulder to shoulder.

  Back mountain.

  In front of the celestial waterfall, a Taoist was clearly seen sitting cross-legged on a large bluestone, gazing at the waterfall in front of him. His body didn't move at all, like a stone statue, sealed in dust for endless years, without a single thread of life energy.

  Misty vapor rose, in front of the immortal waterfall, reflecting layer upon layer of rainbow light. Clearly visible was a Taoist standing amidst the rainbow light, his Taoist robe fluttering wildly as if he were about to ride the wind and depart.

  "Master!"

  At this moment, Mingjian Dao people moved, his sword pointed upwards and slashed down at the fairy waterfall in front of him.

  This sword comes out, purple air fills the sky, with hot waves rolling, a fierce edge of air rushes straight up to the sky, stirring up the clouds and fog in the hundred-foot void, scattering the misty light, revealing a piece of blue sky.

  A hundred-foot-long purple flame sword aura burst out, and in that instant, the two Qitian almost had an illusion, as if what appeared in front of them was not a sword aura, but endless purple flames, burning mountains and boiling seas, even their souls were almost ignited.

  The air twisted and shattered, opening up a hundred feet in diameter, all of which became a vacuum.

  Boom!

  A deafening roar shook the sky, and even a hundred yards of true emptiness could not block it. The two men's faces turned pale at the same time, and they retreated several feet. Their swords revolved to resist this shocking sound wave.

  "Is this the sword's aura?"

  Qitian murmured, this one sword had already exceeded his imagination, and the hundred-meter celestial waterfall was split open by a single sword.

  In the sea of qi in the lower abdomen, the pre-heavenly sword energy hummed and resonated, the sharp energy surged, allowing Qi Tian to barely calm down his mood.

  The immortal waterfall was split open by a sword, revealing a secret cave with three ancient characters engraved above the entrance.

  Burial Sword Pond!

  As soon as he saw these three big characters, Qi Tian's heart was shocked, and the calm mood that had just subsided was once again stirred up into a stormy sea.

  Three words, in Qitian's eyes constantly changing, eventually turned into three golden divine swords. Each sword was filled with boundless sharpness, this sharpness could penetrate anything, it seemed that between heaven and earth, only these three divine swords remained, even the sky was blocked by this sharp aura.

  Among the three swords, two fell down and pierced into Qitian's eyes fiercely, while the other sword dissipated slowly and eventually did not take shape.

  Pfft——

  He violently retreated several zhang, spitting out a mouthful of blood that shot up into the air, his eyes revealing a look of shock.

  On the other side, Yun Fei also spat out a mouthful of blood and sat down cross-legged, circulating his sword energy, not daring to look again.

  His whole body was surging with energy and blood, in the dantian qihai, the innate sword energy was trembling, and that one strand of golden yellow color seemed to be several points brighter than before.

  Half a time later, Qitian woke up from his meditation, he felt more and more powerful in his body, the sharp aura was constantly seeping into every inch of skin and flesh, and the five internal organs were not spared.

  "These three words were established by the Xuanjian ancestor 5,000 years ago, and were inscribed with his sword. These three swords contain profound and mysterious sword principles that can imprint on one's mind and spirit, which is beneficial for you to comprehend the realm of sword intent. You can come back often to take a look, which can accelerate your comprehension."

  Ming Jian saw Daoren glance at Qitian and said: "It's just that you have to suffer a bit, every time you realize it, it's like a divine sword piercing your heart."

  Zi Tian did not speak, he felt the horror of those three swords, and even now, he didn't have the qualification to draw out the third sword.

  Qualification!

  Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes gleaming like electricity, and looked again at the three big characters. In his eyes, two yin-yang fish wheels revolved, and in this moment, it seemed to stir something up. (New book rankings, need recommendation votes, need collection, fellow swordsmen support!)