The voice of the white-clothed Confucian had completely dissipated, but on the plank road in Shuzhong, Xuan Yue was still standing in place, her brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were blank, and she seemed to be in some kind of contemplation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A moment later, Xuanyue moved.

Along the winding plank road, facing the slightly fragrant spring breeze, there is no sword in the air, no wind crossing, just step by step, down-to-earth and slowly walking.

His brows were furrowed, and his breath was calm, as if he had ignored all the changes outside because of his contemplation.

Maintaining this state, Xuan Yue walked on the curved plank road step by step, and during the stroll, she didn't even notice the little flowers that fell on her shoulders at some point.

The dangerous and rugged plank road, the bamboo forest with green leaves, the sea of flowers with bees and butterflies flying, the small bridge with gurgling water, and the solid and smooth official road......

Unconsciously, Xuan Yue had already crossed this uninhabited Jiannan Road just by walking.

When it reappeared, it was near a remote town in Shuzhong.

Since the true yuan aura has long been dissipated, he is now a little different in his image.

There was a little bit of dew left on the clothes, and a few bamboo leaves even fell between the long hair, although the blue and white robes were not stained because of the material, but the impact of crossing the river through the forest still became a little wrinkled.

"Heart?"

Xuan Yue's mouth was still figuring out the last words of the white-clothed Confucian student, but she still couldn't get the point.

At this time, as he passed near the town, he suddenly stopped.

"This taste. ”

A familiar fragrance slowly wafted into her nose, and Xuan Yue raised her head slightly, seeing a wine flag erected high in the town.

His heart fluttered and he walked into the town.

Half an hour later, when he left again, there was a slightly ordinary jade pot in his hand, and when he shook it slightly, there was a muffled sound in the pot, and it was filled with a whole pot of wine.

"Drunk?"

With a hint of curiosity, Xuan Yue lifted the wine jug, took a sip of the wine in the jug, and slowly left the place.

And after he left, not far from the town, on a thick tree, the figure of a white-clothed Confucian appeared.

The white robe has wide sleeves, a long sword hangs from his waist, but there is a strange style of wine gourd in his hand, he is sitting on the big tree at this time, his back is against the trunk, his eyes have just been withdrawn from the direction where Xuan Yue left, there are still a little water stains on the side of his mouth, a slight smile is hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are still in the same half-drunk and slightly drunk state as at that time.

"Even if you have a good talent, you are just a mortal, and it is worth your attention, and you still change the method to send out the immortal wine 'Dream Soul'?"

A cold snort sounded behind him, his tone was full of arrogance, and a red-haired man in black armor slowly walked out.

Hearing this voice, the smile on the corner of the white-clothed Confucian student's mouth suddenly faded, and his originally slightly drunk eyes instantly became a little more helpless, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, pinned it to his waist, and slowly stood up.

Seeing this, the red-haired man frowned and said in a low voice.

"You want to run away again!"

As soon as the words fell, a purple-red demonic aura filled the air, blocking the surrounding space.

Seeing this, the white-clothed Confucian was also full of helplessness in his eyes.

"I've already bowed to the wind, so why should the Demon Venerable keep chasing after me?"

The red-haired man looked at him like this, and the strange spikes on the shoulders of the battle armor exuded a rich demonic aura, and the whole person seemed to have a momentum of his own.

"Since Fei Peng disappeared, only you, Sword Saint Qinglian, are left in the entire God Realm who can enter my Chonglou Eye, I won't look for you to find anyone!"

At this, anger suddenly appeared on the red-haired man's face.

"This time, you're going to have to fight me!"

After speaking, Zihong** was churning and ready to do it directly at any time.

As we all know, in the human realm, the divine realm has always been the dream of all immortal cultivators, and many people have spent their lives cultivating desperately, and in the end they are only pursuing the ethereal dream of immortals. The divine realm has always maintained an extremely ethereal and beautiful image in the hearts of mortals.

However, when the white-clothed Confucian heard the 'divine realm' mentioned in Chonglou's mouth, the eyes of the white-clothed Confucian were full of disdain.

"God, Hugh wants to compare me to the foolish gods who, though I have ascended for a thousand years, have never seen myself as one of them. ”

At this point, he paused and continued.

"What's more, when I was a god, I was defeated by you, and now that reincarnation has caused a body of divine power to dissipate, and this physical mortal body can't compete with you, why do you keep chasing after it?

There was a hint of loneliness in his tone, but the meaning was still obvious, he didn't want to do it.

However, Chonglou snorted coldly when he heard this.

"Do you think I don't want to? I haven't heard of him since he appeared once in the Jiang Kingdom region of the Human Realm thousands of years ago. Although his strength is strong, but after reincarnation, he does not have the same Qinglian Sword Heart as you to maintain the memory of his previous life, and it is not easy to find him in the vast sea of people!"

"Moreover, Hugh wants to prevaricate me with the question of low cultivation, and when it comes to the realm of you and me, the amount of energy has long been no longer the point. ”

After speaking, the purple and red ** qi around his body churned again, obviously looking like he was about to do it if he didn't agree with him.

Seeing this, the white-clothed Confucian sighed helplessly, he had no way to deal with Chonglou's martial idiot, knowing that this battle was indeed inevitable.

'Whew~'

He exhaled, his right hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his eyes began to lose the haze just now, but became extremely solemn.

Seeing this, Chonglou was overjoyed, clenched his fists, and was ready to meet the attack from the other party at any time.

"Blue Lotus Sword Song"

A whisper that seemed to be chanting sounded slowly, and with the little pull out of the long sword on the waist of the white-clothed Confucian Sheng, cyan suspended filaments of light began to appear in the surrounding space, and then slowly converged into cyan lotus flowers.

Chonglou's eyes froze, and the fighting intent in his heart rose, and he had adjusted the whole person to the peak state, and he was full of expectations for the next battle.

Then, he saw the white-clothed Confucian raise his head suddenly, and his eyes were full of playful smiles when he looked at him.

In an instant, the green lotus blossomed from it at the same time, turning into a bit of dazzling blue light, and a cyan sword light as clear as water appeared in front of Chonglou.

However, this sword did not cause any damage to Chonglou.

'Click~'

In Chonglou's stunned eyes, the purple-red ** qi enchantment that originally enveloped the two of them suddenly made a crisp cracking sound, and a striking crack appeared.

Then, I saw the white-clothed Confucian with a serious face smiling proudly, and the cyan Changhong flew out of the crack and broke through the air.

"The meteor white feather is inserted in the waist, and the sword flower and blue lotus light are out of the box"

The iconic song slowly reverberates in the sky, with an unconcealed smile in it.

"Qinglian still has important things to do today, so she will be one step ahead. It's going to be indefinite, Demon Venerable!"

Out of the sword, break the boundary, and break the sky with the sword.

This change only happened in an instant, but for a moment, Chonglou was the only one left on the big tree where the two of them were, glaring angrily at the blue light that slowly dissipated in the sky.