"The rivers and lakes are helpless, no one can escape life and death, why should Your Excellency trouble yourself and embark on the fate of being stained with blood?" A gray-haired man, dressed in a gray-blue shirt, walked slowly out of the darkness.

Yi Xian was sorrowful and refreshed, and was vigilant against the murderous atmosphere around him: "You are so confident that the portrait you painted will come true?"

"Alas, your words are wrong, and the image painted below is only a momentary flash of inspiration in the mind, not deliberate. The Styx painter shook his head and replied, and then asked in a deep voice: "But your Excellency deliberately went to the Yellow Spring to provoke me, why did the Styx painter provoke your Excellency somewhere, making you deliberately embarrassed." ”

"Pretending to be a ghost is hard to hide your murderous intentions. Yi Xianchou didn't want to learn the writing school and be delayed by Su Zhen's words, so he said very decisively: "I didn't deliberately make it difficult, but you and I were insoluble mortal enemies from the beginning!"

After the surprising words, Yi Xian stopped saying more, and started to attack. Finding the Styx painter to open the knife was naturally deliberate, he was a good strategist and a good chess piece, but he was only a dark stake in ambush in the bitter realm. Now there is the threat of Zhutian and the Demon Queen stabbing in the back, and the Demon Sword Dao and the Demon Sword Realm have no way to deal with the Demon Domain that is now full of combat power. The time has not come, and the strategy must not have the intention of finding trouble for itself, so it is better to cut off one of its fingers first!

In the face of Yi Xianchou's sudden attack, the Styx painter was slightly stunned, this person was so decisive! In the face of the palm of urgency, the Styx painter's hand with a pen waved a strange light, and the white banner in Yi Xianchou's hand made a sonorous sound.

After a few moves, Yi Xian suddenly felt his body sink, and his body was sluggish and slowed down a few points. Yi Xianchou knew it in his heart, and it seemed that the strategy had been prepared to deal with the scars of the wind very early, but it was used on Yi Qiunian first. It's a pity that the evil art has not yet been completed, and it can't stop Yi Xian, who is already slightly proficient in spells. Rushing to break through the obstacle of evil magic, Yi Xian rushed forward, and the white banner in his hand slapped the chest of the Styx painter.

The Styx painter took a few steps back, dodging the heavy blow, letting out a startled roar, knowing that something was wrong, and wanting to retreat quickly. However, Yi Xian, who had been waiting for the Styx painter to come to the door, how could he let him rest?!

"Rune Lock!"

The white mangs accompanied by Taoist incantations trapped the Styx painters in place. Yi Xian was worried about pinching the spirit trick in his hand, reciting the incantation lightly, and pressing it on the ground with one palm, blocking the way of the Styx painter. Immediately, he was angry all over his body, and he made a great move, and Tianshu** palm came out in response!

Seeing that the majestic palm was unavoidable, the Styx painter was in a hurry. I never thought that this person was so ruthless, I knew that I shouldn't have come to the door so recklessly! There was no way out, the Styx painter was ruthless, and fought hard for the last move, the phantom of the two-point diagram of life and death stood in the air, and shouted with a heavy brush in his hand: "Your Excellency won't let me feel better, then let's end up together!"

After finishing speaking, the evil light shook the righteous move of the Dao Gate, and the two sides made extreme moves, but it was a silent and silent situation, without making a sound! When the dust was cleared, the Styx painter lost his eyes and fell to the ground and died! However, a strange blood ray pressed Yi Xianchou's palm on the mouth of the Styx painting ingenuity for a moment, and at the same time it sank into Yi Xianchou's body along his arm.

"Miscalculated! But it's a good thing to solve an enemy. Yi Xianchou let go of his hand and coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasping for a few breaths, but he didn't expect that the Styx painter would fight for his life, but it was much more powerful than when he was killed by the three sects. But being able to kill him is not a loss, but I don't know what the spell he hit into his body in the end will do, trouble.

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The nine-story lotus peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, the dawn of the dawn shines straight in, and a burst of magnificent poems resounded in the sky!

"The world is like chess, unpredictable, laughing heroes!"

A golden wheel of glittering light flashed in the sky and fell into the top of the mountain. After the light dissipates, the transcendent figure of a page of Baishi Jinglun is revealed. He stood in place with a man in his hand, waiting for the half-foot sword in his hand to respond. The page of the book is handsome, with picturesque eyebrows, and at first glance it seems that it is not a human being, in sharp contrast to the person standing beside him. The person next to him was hunched over with chicken breasts, white hair and white eyebrows, and it was the fire dragon detective Qin who had poured blood mold.

Since that day, the people of the Demon Domain sent a letter to a page of books, and a page of books went out to capture Qin Fake Immortal back to Yundu Mountain to ask about the situation. For a stranger, Qin Fake Immortal naturally couldn't help but say disrespectful words and greet his father and mother during the period, and a page of the book slapped Qin Fake Immortal on the chest, and a little punishment became what he is now.

Qin Fake Immortal really wanted to cry without tears, so he shouted on the spot: "Sister, your apprentice has turned my iron pestle into an embroidery needle, and you have turned me into this cowardice on a page of the book." Do you master and apprentice all have this habit on a page of the book? What benefits did the Holy Confucianism give you? That kind of scum also deserves your gold medal?"

"The gold medal is what Daoyou seeks with a half-foot sword. A page of writing was unmoved by Qin Fake Immortal's criticism, and responded calmly.

"Oh? That's a gold medal for human favors, isn't it? Hmph! Judging from the kind of things that are not in the flow of the Holy Confucian, that half-foot sword is not a good bird! You and the half-foot sword are friends, and it is not much higher!"

A page of the book opened his eyes and glanced at Qin Fake Immortal lightly and said: "Qin Fake Immortal, if you don't hold back your mouth again, don't blame a page of the book without leaving a real face." ”

"Threaten me?" Qin Fake Immortal played a scoundrel and said: "It's useless to scare me! If you can't talk about it, I'll kill you, and killing me can't hide the fact that the Holy Confucianism is a bad person." I don't believe that your fellow Daoist half-foot sword and the Holy Confucian, what kind of birth master will he be!"

Although Qin's fake immortal words were rude, they also hit the page of the book and suspected in his heart, the saint Confucianism was a human being, and it was really not like the object of the half-foot sword club in the past. The page of the book was silent for a moment, and the decision was made, and there was a situation where the two of them came to the nine-layer lotus peak together today and confronted the half-foot sword face to face.

Nine-layer Lotus Peak, the half-foot sword was sitting in the room, but the voice came out from afar: "Daoist friend a page of the book, please come in." ”

"See you for a long time, half-foot sword. How can you not come to the meeting with a page of a book?"

"Hahaha, the old man has a page with you...... This time, we have to decide the winner!"

The half-foot sword held a broken sword in his hand, and when he saw a page of the book that brought people into the inner room, he smiled kindly: "A page of books, you have always been alone, and this is the first time you have brought a worldly person to the Nine-Layer Lotus Peak." ”

"Do you know the identity of this person?" The one-page book is not greeting, and it is straight to the point.

"Ha, are you testing me with a page of a book?" Half-foot Kendao: "This person's identity is not complicated, but the problems he brings may make you lose my feelings." ”

"Daoist friend witty, before I opened my mouth, you said what I doubted in my heart. ”

The half-foot sword said indifferently: "The Holy Confucian originally intended to cultivate, but when he first visited me, he did suffer a lot, so I made a guarantee and asked you for a gold medal." Who knew that after many years, he would become a villain who drew on fame and fortune. Even if Qin Fake Immortal didn't kill him, the old man would personally kill him! ”

A page of the book looked at the half-foot sword in front of him with clear eyes and asked, "Isn't it after the loss?"

"At most, when talking about the heroes of the world, I deliberately lose you once, hahaha......"

On a single page of writing, it is not clear whether he believes or does not believe what the half-foot sword says. The half-foot sword disguised by the lamp butterfly on the opposite side was elusive and his mind was incomprehensible, and he couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

A page of the book said indifferently: "It's not easy for Daoyou to pretend to lose to a page of the book." ”

"Oh, do you think the old man can't even pretend to lose?"

Yifang shook his head slightly: "No, if you really lose to me, how can you pretend?"

Hearing this, the half-foot sword was stunned, a page of the book has extraordinary self-confidence, but it is not arrogant, and it is also an extraordinary person! Last time in Yundu Mountain, you and I debated the puzzle of the cycle of life and death, and we didn't distinguish between ten years and ten years, why don't you and I continue with the people you brought today?"

The heart of a page of the book moved slightly, and the half-foot sword clearly said that it was necessary to discuss life and death with the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and he would definitely get involved in the red world in the future, and he would have to enter the game. But Qin Fake Immortal was brought in by himself, so the red dust and mundane things were also brought into the Nine-Layer Lotus Peak by himself. If you refuse, the winner has been decided, and the end is a good calculation!

"Since Daoyou started the argument with Qin Fake Immortal, then you and I will discuss it with Qin Fake Immortal and Su Zhenzhen, two people with diametrically opposite personalities?"

"Why not? You can start the question with a page of the book, so the old man will start to answer it. Seeing this, the half-foot sword gladly accepted: "Qin Fake Immortal and Su Zhen are both wonderful martial arts today, one person's life is the most expensive, and the other person's life is cheap. Su really has the nobility of the three kings, but Qin Fake Immortal is like a dung worm. It's a pity that the extremes of things will be reversed!"

One page of the book has not yet expressed an opinion: "Then what do you think of the future life and death of these two people?"

"The number of Qin fake immortals has reached the limit of cheapness, cheap and expensive, and it will inevitably be blessed and longevity in the future, and fame and fortune will be gained!"

The first page of the book says, "I feel the same way." ”

"As for Su Zhenzhen, it would be unfortunate. He has reached the pinnacle of extravagance, and the whole rivers and lakes are invincible. Therefore, if you are noble and crippled, there will be calamities in the future, and death will not be escaped. And his death will be within half a year!"

"I see things differently than you. A page of the book waved lightly and said: "Su is really true that the number of lives is the phenomenon of the flying dragon in the sky, as long as the number of its fortune stays in the flying dragon in the sky and does not enter the situation of Kanglong regretting." Then he can not only do everything smoothly, but also have the destiny to calm the world. ”

"You and I are talking about life and death, but it is easy to break the life and death of others, but it is difficult to break one's own life and death. The half-foot sword suddenly said irrelevantly, and pondered: "If the life and death of you and me are connected with the life and death of others, wouldn't it be more interesting to use it as a chess?"

A page of the book understood the meaning of the half-foot sword, and his eyes were slightly condensed and asked: "Daoist friend, do you want to add your life and death as a gamble in the discussion?"

"Yes, this is the first time in a hundred years that you and I have disagreed! How about you and I bet on our lives, limited to half a year?"

"I vaguely remember the last time I talked about no desire and his friends Yi Yi was also a game, and the battle between the Demon Dragon and the Heavenly Tiger was also closely related to Su Huan's life. In this way, can you and I combine the two games into one?"

The abrupt words on a page of the book made the half-foot sword's expression change instantaneously. Talking about no desire and bad things for oneself, it is obviously impossible to help the demon dragon. But with the power of the Heavenly Butterfly Alliance behind him, coupled with the possibility of cooperation in the Demon Domain, the victory and defeat may not be clear, and even the people in the Gathering Realm ...... The half-foot sword said coldly: "What does it matter to you, if you lose, what will happen?"

"It's not easy for me to lose. Yizhan shook his head and said resolutely: "Whoever loses between you and me will be in front of the other person and all the martial arts people, and he should be a heavenly spirit on the spot!"

"Okay! If the old man loses, it will be difficult!" Half-foot sword smiled: "This bet is made, and today is the beginning! Daoyou can turn Qin Fake Immortal into an old man, and I also have the ability to return his youth!"

With a loud shout, a half-foot sword palm was imprinted on the back of Qin Fake Immortal, and Qin Fake Immortal was drowsy when he heard it, and he was suddenly hit hard by this and immediately woke up. As if sensing that his body was different, Qin Fake Immortal hurriedly touched the top and bottom of his body, and sure enough, it was intact. Qin Fake Immortal completely forgot the slander of the half-foot sword in Yundu Mountain before, and immediately praised the half-foot sword loudly: "Oh, the half-foot sword, you are the tallest of the highest, taller than the nine-layer lotus peak, and even higher than the page of the rice bowl cake, I don't know how much......"

"Qin Fake Immortal, you can leave. A page of the book stopped Qin Fake Immortal's serial sycophants, and a golden light shook out of his sleeves. Qin Fake Immortal fell to the ground of the ninth-layer lotus peak as if riding the clouds and mist. Although Qin Fake Immortal was a little slanderous about the behavior of a page of the book, he looked at the palm print on his chest, and remembered that there was also one printed on the back, and he couldn't help but be extremely proud, imitating the poem number of the half-foot sword on a page of the book: "Hahaha, with the palm prints left by the two congenital masters, see who dares to touch Lao Qin and me in the future, hum, martial arts domineering, treacherous rivers and lakes, playing heroes!"

ps: According to the convention of a play, vomiting blood is considered an exception?