On the street, there was a red glow, a white light.

Cui Bong grinned, walked leisurely, and walked slowly.

With his right hand behind him, he slammed a sword trick.

The young monk sighed lightly, walked up to the badly injured Xue'er girl, slowly lifted her up, and let her sit next to an old tree in the distance, so as not to die inexplicably under the sword qi fists of both sides, and then fed her a pill, and a white light gradually appeared in her hand, covering the shocking huge wound.

Cui Feng's sword that penetrated her back was extremely ruthless, and the fierce sword qi on it not only directly stirred up the internal organs, but even completely pierced the front and back of the dantian.

All the monk could do was to try to maintain her vitality and cooperate with the elixir refined by the master to see if there was any chance of survival.

Ye Fan held the Nine Heavens in his hand, and slashed the galloping rainbow sword qi with one blow, in this small world, the sword cultivation magic power could not be used heartily, so Cui Feng, who was standing with the sword, faced Ye Fan at the bottom of the realm, and there was a scene of equal strength.

But compared to the inferior swordsmanship, Cui Feng has already perfected it, and in the face of a sword cultivator who can't resist the sword, he can play to death.

The snow-white long sword that was slashed down, pulled a few sword flowers in the air, and galloped away, Ye Fan wanted to get rid of it with the three thousand shadow burials several times, but he was still chased by the galloping flying sword, the speed of the two was so fast that people could only see three rays of light passing by, and the colorful scattered people did not dare to draw snakes, so they silently observed the battle situation on the side, adjusted their breath, and saw this scene, they were both surprised and afraid in their hearts.

If it's you who is facing this flying sword, what should you do?

The two rays of light, one white and one red, suddenly stopped, colliding fiercely with the white light that followed behind him, and he looked a little annoyed and angry.

Cui Feng smiled playfully, "What if you're angry, a kid who is no more than the Four Realms, if he weren't tied up in this holy water secret realm, he would have cut off your head within half an hour, and he would still have a big clove of garlic here, which is beyond his strength." ”

"Actually, Edgeworth, too. ”

The two flying swords made a mistake with each other, and the sword qi collided with each other, emitting bursts of sonic booms.

Under the two swords of sword qi, Ye Fan smiled lightly, opened his five fingers, and actually let go of the long sword.

A sword cultivation in the four realms, don't use the sword when facing the enemy?

Cui Feng frowned secretly, although he kept sneering on his lips, he didn't have the slightest contempt for this Four Realms Sword Cultivation on the bright side, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, because there were many people who overturned in the gutter of the enemy's carelessness, and he Cui Feng was not a fool without brains, and would make such a mistake.

But this Ye Fan is guilty of losing his heart and going crazy? Only above the Five Realms can the sword be able to resist the sword This is the iron law of sword cultivation, without the support of the monk's own majestic aura, the flying sword is like a rootless Ping, he is a monk of the Four Realms who dares to do this, what is the difference between him and looking for death?

The delicate long sword that exuded a faint red glow did not fall to the ground, without the control of its master, but the sword body trembled slightly, rippling in bursts, and then suddenly tightened, and a majestic aura swept around.

"He's, he's broken?"

Choi Bong shouted in disbelief.

In a daze, Cui Feng was suddenly grabbed by the back of his neck, dragged back, and suddenly fell back more than ten feet.

A white suit appeared on Cui Feng's place, and the long sword in his hand was only the slightest bit about to behead him.

Ye Fan's right hand moved slightly, and Jiuxiaotian quickly swept back from a distance, and was held in the juvenile space

In his left hand, he held a sword in both hands, and his face was indifferent.

Cui Feng came back to his senses in an instant, stood still in the distance, and with a wave of his hand, he recalled the flying sword, and saluted the old man in front of him who was full of alcohol, and thanked him.

Looking at this back, drunken back, Cui Feng was in a somewhat complicated mood.

is different from the appearance of no one in his eyes before, he has experienced more, so he does not despise the grandmaster master of this small world, such as Lu Pu, who is the seventh in the world, has an extremely vicious vision, and it is estimated that he saw the clue as early as when the two of them fought.

The old man took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "If you want to die, you will die in my hands, isn't it a waste to die in the hands of this kid?" Lao Tzu It's time to make a move, let you immortals outside the world also open your eyes, our masters in the world are not silver spear candle heads!"

Cui Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Then I'll watch the fun, don't let me down." ”

After saying this, he walked slowly into the distance with a flying sword, sat down next to Guan Zishi, who was looking at him weakly, and smiled at the latter, which made Guan Zishi pout, thinking that this Tianjiao in Zilaizhou is so weird.

In fact, this trip to the Holy Water Secret Realm, Cui Feng also received the master's order, the Holy Water can be noted, but if there is a chance, you must temper your sword intent and swordsmanship, you need to know that this journey is not just a simple treasure hunt, in a sense, it is also similar to the reverse of the red dust.

Before coming down, Cui Feng had a long talk with the master, and he benefited a lot.

So Cui Bong wants to temper kendo with this.

Watching Ye Fan's battle with the old man is also a practice.

As one of the few Tianjiao in Zilai Prefecture, he still has Cui Feng's vision and heart.

As for the victory and defeat and life and death of the two, Cui Feng didn't care about it, he was clear about the rules and restrictions here, it was possible to be injured and damaged, and it was impossible to die here, even if Shi Ruoyu didn't make a move, it would be impossible for the immortals stationed in Pure Water in his country to sit idly by.

The main reason why he posed as an endless appearance before was that he was shown to a few people next to him, and it was also for Ye Fan to see.

Don't think that you can't die here, so you dare to give up your sword courage to live to die.

That's going to take a lot of fun out of that.

He glanced at Xue'er, who was sitting paralyzed under the tree, his originally bewitching cheeks were pale at the moment, sweating profusely, with the help of the little monk, he could only stop the miserable situation of blood gushing, and he didn't even dare to look at the wound between his waist and abdomen.

Like the rest of the cultivators, he didn't pay much attention to the lives of the natives here.

As for the theory that it produces a knot in the heart and damages the heart of the Dao, it is even more nonsense.

The lives of a few ants are not worth his attention Cui Feng.

Unlike Cui Feng's quick shot, Lu Pu has actually been hesitating.

Because he knew that the Chu madman was nearby.

Once you choose to go all out against that white-robed kid, it is easy to be attacked by that madman, Chu Mo makes a move, but he never cares about the rules and identity, and he will never leave his hand in the slightest, and besides, Lu Pu is also very worried about Du Ming's safety.

The old monk was so relieved to hand over his apprentice to himself, if he returned the one who was missing arms and legs, where would he put his old face?

At this moment, Lu Pu and Ye Fan looked at a place almost at the same time.

It was a majestic and tall old monk, and he walked straight to a dilapidated courtyard that was uninhabited.

Master Yuancheng, the abbot of King Kong Temple, faced Chu Mo.

He is the only three grandmasters in this world who can confront Chu Mo head-on.

But if you can say that you can fight to the death without retreating and spare no effort, these only three will become the only one.

In this way, Lu Pu had no scruples at all.

The old man poured a sip of wine, then threw it to the little monk not far away for safekeeping, and his extremely wide palm grasped the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out.

Every inch of the long knife out of the sheath, the knife qi on the street is a little stronger, and by the time the long knife is completely unsheathed, half of the street has been occupied by the knife qi.

Ye Fan's face was solemn, and the Nine Heavens in his hand were red.

Lu Pu showed a satisfied smile, and then slashed it.

Feeling such a grand sword aura that was completely devoid of any fancies, even Guan Zishi couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and he was amazed.

Big ingenuity doesn't work.

......

......

Master Yuancheng, who was wearing a coarse cloth robe, walked into the courtyard and looked directly at Chu Mo, who was sitting not far away, with an unchanged expression.

Chu Mo's clothes swayed slightly, he sat on the ground completely regardless of his demeanor, and said with a smile: "Fifty years ago, you didn't believe me, but now, don't you believe me either?"

The old monk frowned slightly and did not reply.

Chu Mo was not in a hurry or annoyed, he just took out the jade flute on his waist and played with it carefully, waiting for the old monk's answer.

He Chu Mo has seen all over the world, spanning the rivers and lakes for decades, and there are not 100,000 but 80,000 lives in his hands.

The Yuancheng mage in front of him is one.

Everyone in the world praises Shi Tengdan's holy pill martial arts have reached the peak, and they have a low evaluation of this old monk who does not make a statement, but Chu Mo is different, and he has a good eye for this abbot of King Kong Temple.

The old monk did not continue to practice the meditation of closing his mouth, but asked a question.

"What does Lord Chu want?"

Chu Mo patted the open space beside him and said with a smile: "Sit down and talk?"

The old monk remained silent.

Chu Mo was also not annoyed, changed his sitting posture, and said straight to the point: "Our land boundary, called the Holy Water Secret Realm, is one of the six secret realms, the three orthodox states and the seven major vassal states, and the places occupied by those Jianghu sects, we think it is very big, but the immortals outside the sky think it is too small. For the rapid production of holy water, the immortals outside the heavens will make a move every hundred years, so that a large number of mortals will die in the secret realm, and a small group of top masters will be used to produce holy water. ”

Even with the old monk's self-cultivation skills, he suddenly heard Chu Mo's words to break through the sky, and he couldn't help but feel angry and took a deep breath.

"Amitabha, what Lord Chu means is that those heaven and earth catastrophes that are recorded in ancient books to occur once every hundred years are caused by those immortals outside the heavens?"

Chu Mo smiled and nodded, "Every fifty years, those guys in Tongtianlou will select ten people in the world, and they will be slaughtered by the immortals outside the sky as part of the fattest sheep, but in order not to kill chickens and take eggs, after each slaughter, they will give the surviving masters some chances, or spiritual weapons, or heavenly treasures." ”

"I don't know much about the inside story of that heavenly tower, but if you think about it, it should be the handiwork of those immortals. If they hadn't fanned the flames, the rivers and lakes wouldn't have been like this. ”