Liu Sanxiao self-destructed the formation, and the immortal aura that permeated the back mountain went towards the north of the mountain, Zhou Xuqing held the Pangu plate brought from the ancestor, and under him was the lines he had drawn in half an hour, which happened to intersect into a circle, he sat cross-legged in it, and a stream of breath was attracted into the Pangu plate, and the chaotic words on it quickly changed and rearranged, and the two thousand purple armor troops were waiting on their side, and on the mountainside, the people of the Demon Sect began to climb the mountain.

The two figures settled in the distance, Ji Yanlu leaned over his body and rubbed his cane with his fingertips, and the person's breath in front of him swirled, full as the full moon, although his face was wrinkled, his waist was straight, his muscles and bones were strong, and he couldn't tell that he was an old man over half a hundred years old.

"Wang Qingzhi, you still dare to come here, you are not afraid that Su Chengyun will find you for your guilt. Ji Yanlu chuckled.

Wang Qingzhi looked at the other party in surprise, and asked instead of answering: "Where is the Heavenly Dao will in your old ghost's body, have you escaped cause and effect." ”

"Hehe, you give me what Su Cheng asked you to ask about what you found in the heavens, and I will help you get rid of the will of the Heavenly Dao. ”

No matter how you look at it, Wang Qingzhi is more old and stronger than Ji Yanlu, especially the magnificent qi machine in the former's body that is like a surging river, which is full of vitality, on the other hand, Ji Yanlu has more illusions of weakness and can't help the wind, but the latter is extremely comfortable, looking up at the sky, there is a thread in the dark, connected to the back of Wang Qingzhi's head, not only him, but also the poison king who is in a fierce battle with Chen Changan, Sui Banyu, Fuqin, and the three ghosts of the Huang family who died in the hands of Su Wen, they all have a line behind their heads that leads straight to the sky.

And Ji Yanlu, Shi Meiniang and the others broke the thread behind their heads, in fact, the first person to cut off that thread was Xu Muzi who became enlightened in Cangzhou, or he was even more domineering, the thread was pulled out from the source, but he also became a bad old man in his old age, and no one was willing to exchange it, so they came here to find a better way to live.

"So you have betrayed Su Chengyun, it seems that the Wheel King has finally completed his life immortal bone. Wang Qingzhi's heart was clear, but he shook his head and laughed: "Ji Yanlu! You really think that the Wheel King can defeat Su Chengyun, but you are wrong, that thing can only save your life, life and freedom when you hold it in your hand, and I care more about the former." ”

"Since this is the case, I advise you to leave quickly, this immortal breath does not have your share. Ji Yanlu opened his mouth and said, pointing to the brighter and brighter image in the sky of the guide, Wang Qingzhi's face suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: "How is it possible, how can Ling Tiangong join forces with Su Chengyun." ”

"It's not a team, it's just a conspiracy, you lackeys of the Heavenly Dao, Mo Du doesn't have the courage to compete with the heavens, but in this world, he is a celestial. ”

Wang Qingzhi watched the light getting closer and closer angrily, gritted his teeth fiercely, and turned into a flying flying flying from the back shade mountain.

In the light in the distance, the old man who eats chicken is rarely plain, but he did not put on the red robe admired by thousands of people, step by step, he came from Kyoto, walked not in a hurry, and suddenly an ink shadow flew away beside him, the old man chuckled silently, flicked his fingertips, the ink shadow sped up again, broke through the sky, and after a while, he suddenly turned around, and saw an ordinary iron sword with mottled rust slowly flying, neither the killing intent of the previous sword had been decided, nor the invincible sword of the Emperor Sword of the Dry Sword Tomb, just rubbing with the old man.

"It's ugly, but the sword intent is abundant that is rare in a hundred years, if you can really cultivate the second sword, it is enough to beat the nine swords of the Tianshan Mountains, and I asked if there is a sword for you in the sky, I hope the old man can see it." ”

Du Shi said to himself, no longer walking with the iron sword, stepping forward, the mountains and rivers are unimpeded, there is no sword path in the Taoist list, not disdain because of the sword, on the contrary, only because this one is the strongest, it is the inheritance before Ling Tiangong is second only to the scholar after asking the heavenly way, some people think that the dry sword mound has declined, and they dare not make a sound in the past hundred years, where it is comparable to the Tianshan Sword Pond A hundred swords, the nine sword intent shocked the ancient and the present, especially the sword idiot Xu Yiren came to the world, no one dared to fight for half a year before the dry sword mound, the two generations of sword leaders of the sword mound are not worthy of the name, one will not be born for life, and the other is different from being born although he is not born, The world is waiting for the Tianshan Sword Pond and the Dry Sword Shrine to compete for the first place in the way of the sword, and it is obvious that the Dry Sword Tomb has lost its momentum first.

People only saw Xu Yiren's outstanding talent and the same enviable pride of winning a hundred battles, and thought that the wanton recklessness was the realm pursued by our generation of swordsmen, but they didn't know the pride of the real eagle, how could they care about the long cry of the rooster on the ground, and no one in Ling Tiangong wanted to recall that day, seventy-two immortal mountains, seventy-one were cut off by a sword, even though the sword marks have been erased now, but the haze that overcomes the hearts of these immortals in the world is lingering.

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The short incense burned away, Su Wen was still not anxious, as long as Xu Yiren was still standing there, Feng Shiyi would not be able to enter him, and neither would the poison king, but when the incense burned out, Jiang Li would not be able to save him, and neither would Chen Changan.

"Fifteen breaths to go. Xu Yiren said coldly.

"If you can't wait, you can use the sword, but you can't kill me. Su Wen said leisurely.

"You need a sword to kill you. Xu Yiren closed his eyes and recuperated, Lu Xing hid from him for half a year, and the resentment in his heart was increasing day by day, and this is the reason why he found Su Wen today.

Suddenly, Xu Yiren's eyes widened angrily, looking at a black dot that was getting closer and closer in the distance, a hearty pleasure arose, and the sword intent that had been pent up for a long time was like a tide in an instant, and the sword qi that rose to the sky stirred the wind and clouds, he came to the right place, and he really waited for that sword here.

The last piece of incense burned out, Su Wen jumped up, his right hand reached out, and the long sword with a black body circled around and fell into his palm, and suddenly the desolate aura in the sword poured into his body, and the monstrous killing intent coiled up, and it was actually a-for-tat confrontation with the sword intent stirred up by Xu Yiren.

When Baizhou first saw it, Lu Xing used the imperial sword to fight the sword of the unvirtuous monk, the sword of the long shirt against the 17,000 swords, the sword of the Buddha, the sword of the Bodhisattva, and the sword of the pilgrim...... Thousands of swords give birth to thousands of intentions, but there are thousands of beings in this world, and the Buddha's cultivation is only one Amitabha Buddha, who has no virtue and exhausts his life to collect 17,000 businesses, and it is difficult to defeat the emperor.

The sword intent poured into Su Wen's body, it was not that he was driving the sword, but that the sword was leading him, the emperor was watching, and the monks in the entire back shade mountain were all on his back at that moment, and there seemed to be a whisper echoing in Su Wen's ears in an instant.

Su asked, but you have to look at it carefully, this can be regarded as teaching you. ”

That day, Lu Xing's words didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, a sword emperor, Su Wen could see it clearly, and it was from that moment that he was determined to practice swords, and then Lu Xing did not teach him a move and a half, but he still stole a sword, and after going to Kyoto, the sword was more clear, Kyoto has an emperor, a powerful minister, and a king of Yin Cao, I have seen, I have thought about it, he Su Wen can't be ordinary, so he doesn't want to be an obscure sword leader Lu Xing, but Xu Yiren, who is known in the world with a sword, is more in line with his heart.

"Xu Yiren, do you dare to take this sword. Su Wen shouted angrily, but he didn't know if he said it again, or because of the sword intent, or the swordsman who was far away in the Kyoto Sword Pavilion.

"Lu Xing, you are too blind to no one, this sword can't save him. ”

The long sword that even the scabbard was wrapped in layers of steps was finally held in the hand of Xu Yiren, Tianshan Sword Pool is not only the leader of the sword in Kyushu, but also the most famous place for sword casting in the past hundred years, a hundred swords in a hundred years, a hundred swords are given to the heroes, the swordsmen in the world have two wishes, one is to learn the hundred-step flying sword of the dry sword mound, and the other is to have a famous sword cast in the Tianshan Sword Pool.

The cloth knot broke open, and immediately there was an unstoppable sword qi pouring out, the scabbard was revealed inch by inch, a dragon, a phoenix, a unicorn, the three beasts were lifelike, the dragon's mouth was open and containing the sword, the phoenix was in the center, the feathers were floating, the unicorn was at the tail, the single horn was the sword edge, and the three beasts were connected to the divine majesty, so the miracle was just the scabbard, and the sword had not yet come out.

"This sword is called Kun Xuan, which was once the sword of the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and today Xu Yiren uses this imperial sword to lead the emperor sword of the dry sword mound. ”

Xu Yiren word by word, Kun Xuan, Dragon Sword also, Xia Rui snatched the sheath, inherited the great luck of Kyushu, the cold mangs out of the sheath, the intuition of the sword is coming, the two kings descended on the back of the shade mountain at the same time, it is a great luck for this mountain, but it is a great misfortune for the monks in this mountain.

The black and white sword qi rushed angrily, and the two of them took a step in an instant, and no one within a hundred zhang could withstand such a majestic sword intent, even Su Wen was also bloodied at the moment but he didn't know it, he just followed the sword in his hand, the two swords were equally domineering, but one sword came from thousands of miles away, and the other sword was in the hands of the sword immortal in the world.

The sword blade was not almost in the middle, and folded out thousands of raging sword qi and swept into the distance, among which the most rugged one was slashing at the top of the high mountain in the North Mountain Road, and was immediately defeated by the surging aura of the mountain top, but Zhou Xuqing, who was holding the Pangu Pan in the mountain, spurted blood from his mouth, lost his mind and looked at the inch-deep sword marks on the plate, and sighed bitterly, if there was no Pangu Pan, I was afraid that the back shade mountain would have no shade from now on.

And the place where Su Wen and Xu Yiren are at the moment is like sea water soaring, like an earth dragon rising into the air, but they don't dare to get close to the two of them, the immortal aura that surged out of the original mantle was shattered by these two people with a sword, I don't know how many people felt pain in their hearts, but they didn't dare to speak.

Su Wen sprayed a mouthful of blood on Mo Qing, his breath instantly withered, and the sword intent on the sword was also exhausted in this confrontation, but after all, he forced out Xu Yiren's sword, regardless of victory or defeat, it was Su Wen and Xu Yiren who did not distinguish between victory and defeat, although the latter's heart was stagnant, but he lost to Lu Xing.

"This is not your sword, and I can't do it, so I won't kill you today, and I won't protect you, and when you are really qualified to force me to use the sword, I will come and ask for this sword again. Xu Yiren put the sword back into the sheath, turned around and left, although in the eyes of everyone he had already defeated Su Wen, because anyone with a discerning eye could see that he could still use a sword, but Su Wen couldn't even hold a sword, but he knew that this sword was not a contest between him and Su Wen at all.

Su Wen, who fell to the ground in a daze, chuckled and looked at the other party's dashing figure, and muttered to himself: "The more masters are, the more hypocritical they are, and if you lose, you have to admit it, and it is nothing to hold on." ”

"But master, this sword is not suitable for you, the sword wants to kill, but you refuse!"

Su Wen, who lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, was surprised and delighted, just before Xu Yiren really had a killing intent against him, winning a hundred battles was not empty words, he went to the dry sword mound to win another game, and now not only lost, but even the other party's disciples failed to win, but a Mo Qing really couldn't save Su Wen's life.

It's just that there is still a rusty sword hanging in the air three hundred miles away, which finally makes Xu Yiren have no courage to use a second sword.