"Bound to turn into snow!" "Bound to turn into snow!" The aura in his eyes surged, Bai Mei stretched out his thumb and pressed it in the void, and three sword runes that shimmered with various colors of brilliance reflected each other and turned into a giant python-like silver chain and flew towards Ba Xuelin.

"Ba Yan!" The voice was piercing and sharp, and in the face of the iron lock beckoned by Bai Mei, Ba Xuelin screamed, and with a bang, a red imp with a sharp mask suddenly appeared.

As soon as the imp appeared, he immediately flew and pounced on the iron chain. The two were entangled with each other, and the iron chains tied the imp strongly, and the sword qi as dense as cold air frantically invaded the imp's body.

The little ghost was entangled, and Ba Xuelin continued to attack Bai Mei, standing in place with his negative hand, Bai Mei did not dodge or dodge, and his thoughts moved. More than a dozen snow-white sword runes lit up in the void beside him, and the sword qi that shot out rushed towards Ba Xuelin like a torrential rain.

In a year's time, Bai Mei's comprehension of sword runes has reached a very high level, and he can engrave sword runes in the void with a single thought.

Although the power of the sword talisman engraved in the void is only two layers, it can't stand the number of white eyebrows, and the sword qi like the white drizzle is like a machine gun in the previous life, so that Ba Xuelin can only barely defend, and he can't even raise his head.

Strong! Too strong! The white eyebrows with a calm face and indifferent to the enemy made Ba Xuelin suddenly realize that he was facing such a terrifying opponent.

I have never heard of a sect's sword cultivation that can have such combat power during the Qi training period, who is this white-eyebrow guy.

Although he couldn't raise his head after being suppressed by Bai Mei's sword qi, Ba Xuelin was a monk at the eighth level of qi cultivation after all, and he was close to the apex of qi training, so it was naturally impossible to be easily defeated by Bai Mei's attack.

Ba Xuelin's stubborn resistance made Bai Mei gradually rise a trace of impatience. Relying on his iron armor, as long as Ba Xuelin protects his face, the sword runes and sword qi of the white eyebrows in other parts cannot be effectively killed.

Looking at the trapped imp, Bai Mei's eyes moved, slowly raised his arm, opened his five fingers, and then shook it fiercely: "Crack!"

Rumble!

The silver-like chains exploded with a bang, destroying even the trees three meters around them.

According to the different sword runes condensed by the sword intent, Bai Mei tried to match various sword runes, and finally created several sword rune combinations that can match each other's gains, and Bai Mei named this sword rune combination the sword rune array!

Binding the snow is a combination of Bai Mei's cold stone sword rune, the three sword sword runes of Huajin and the rock sword rune.

The function is somewhat similar to the previous sword qi binding, but it lasts much longer than the sword qi binding, and it can also cause a powerful kill by detonating the sword rune.

Detonated the sword talisman, and the explosive explosion immediately blew the little ghost summoned by Ba Xuelin into two, screaming and struggling on the ground!

The natal imp was hit hard, and Ba Xuelin's breath suddenly withered.

There were more than a dozen sword talismans shining around his body, like a satellite guarding the sun, and Bai Mei slowly walked in front of Ba Xuelin.

"Give you a chance, tell me who sent you, and I'll make you die a happy death. Looking down at Ba Xuelin, the face under the shadow of the white eyebrows revealed cold edges and corners.

"Ho, you have the ability to kill me!" A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Ba Xuelin said with a cruel smile.

raised his eyebrows, and said with white eyebrows: "So backbone? Okay, I'll fulfill you!"

With the stubborn sword in hand, Bai Mei's plain and quiet temperament changed suddenly, and a sharp breath tore through the air, making Ba Xuelin, who was staying beside Bai Mei, feel a vague tingling pain in his skin.

Sonorous!

The sword light that suddenly bloomed in the scabbard was like water overflowing from the quilt, and in the blink of an eye, it had already slashed towards the stubborn sword above Ba Xuelin's head, with the momentum of breaking everything, moving forward.

Click, and the hard armor on his body let out an overwhelmed moan.

Ba Xuelin, who looked like he was about to be cut open, suddenly raised his head at this time and smiled weirdly at Bai Mei: "You are dead!"

Puzzled by Ba Xuelin's reaction, a surging breath like an abyss sea suddenly revived from Ba Xuelin's body: "Who dares to kill my beloved apprentice." ”

"Bai Mei is a wisp of the soul of Zhuji True Cultivation, and he has the strength of the seventh layer of Zhuji True Cultivation with all his strength. Be careful. Tang Li felt this familiar breath in the soul bowl, and immediately reminded him.

"Zhuji Zhenxiu?" The Dao robe on his body was blown by the violent aura of Zhuji Zhenxiu, and Bai Mei not only did not show a trace of fear, but was full of interest and expectation.

Zhuji Zhenxiu, Ba Xuelin's master and ghost withered old man, looked at the young man in front of him without a trace of fear, and was also slightly surprised.

Such a little cultivator of the eighth level of Qi cultivation, in the face of a foundation building true cultivation like himself, although it is just a wisp of soul, it should not be this kind of performance.

Bai Mei was full of interest, his eyes were fiery looking at the soul of the ghost withered old man in front of him, in the previous year, Bai Mei practiced hard every day, and from time to time he went out to practice, and the ascetic cultivation from spring to autumn made Bai Mei's cultivation stride into the eighth layer of Qi training.

This kind of cultivation, if it is placed in the south, can already be regarded as a strong backbone.

However, Bai Mei obviously couldn't be satisfied with this, because of the special nature of the Qinglian Treasure Technique he cultivated, Bai Mei needed high-intensity combat to be able to improve steadily.

However, the eighth-layer cultivation of Qi cultivation is white-eyebrowed, and with its various skills and means, as well as the bonus of expertise, it is already difficult to find an opponent during the Qi training period.

So Bai Mei put his mind on the body of Zhuji Zhenxiu, Bai Mei's idea, if other monks knew, they would definitely say that this person had gone completely crazy.

A monk who cultivates the eighth layer of qi to challenge the true cultivation of the foundation is simply looking for death until he lacks the heart and eyes.

And at this moment, Bai Mei plans to try this behavior that is purely looking for death in the eyes of the majority of monks!

"Little one, you cut off your hands and feet now, and then tell me all your exercises. I can make your death a happy one. Ba Xuelin, who was controlled by the ghost old man's distraction, spoke in a voice that seemed to have become a thick and hoarse voice.

The figure is like a straight steel gun, the white eyebrows face the old man, and slowly draw out the long sword and point at the old man: "Later, I will return it as it is!"

"Hmph! arrogant!" With a snort, the old man slammed the ground hard, and the turbulent ripples surged towards Bai Mei like an earthquake.

Jumping high on tiptoe, dodging the force of the concussion, the white eyebrows and swords perched up, and the figure disappeared completely with one breath.

With a frown, the ghost withered old man waved his hand, and hundreds of phosphorus and phosphorus ghost fires roared and shot out in all directions.

Bang!

Less than three feet in front of him, a ghost fire exploded, and the figure of Bai Mei also appeared.

The white eyebrows that were already close to the old man of the ghost wither, the long sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with hundreds of gorgeous sword flowers, and they rushed towards the old man of the ghost wither.

There was a layer of green ghost fire attached to his hand, and the ghost withered old man used a pair of fleshy palms to resist the white-eyebrow sword blade, and the dazzling sword skills poured on the ghost withered old man's body like a rainstorm.

One step, two steps, three steps

The sword momentum of the frenzied waves pressed the ghost withered old man to retreat step by step, his brows were tightly locked, and his white eyebrows were full of dissatisfaction: "Is this the only ability to build a foundation and really cultivate?!"

was laughed angrily by Bai Mei's words, as a true cultivator of Zhuji, the old man had never been so ridiculed by a little guy in the Qi training period.

"Okay! Then let you see what is the biggest difference between the Qi cultivation period and the foundation building period!"

The ghost fire on his body suddenly exploded, forcing Bai Mei far away. The old man with a gloomy face pinched a pronunciation, and muttered a strange syllable that made people dizzy and embossed in a low voice.

"White boy, retreat! He's going to use it, and he's going to build a foundation!" With a hint of anxiety in his tone, Tang Li spoke up.

"Building the foundation of the Daotai?", a name that he had never heard before, made Bai Mei curious.

"Well, if a monk in the Qi cultivation period wants to become a foundation building stage, he must first find the spiritual materials that cast the foundation building platform, and then understand his true heart and pass the avenue before he can become a foundation building monk.

And the monks who have built the foundation platform, because of the different avenues they have built, the power and ability of the foundation building platform will also be different, but no matter what kind of platform, its power is not something that the monks in the Qi cultivation period can resist. ”

"Is that so?" Hearing Tang Li say so mysteriously, a stubbornness also rose in his white eyebrows.

Seeing the state of Bai Mei, Tang Li suddenly knew that this kid's competitiveness was up again, and he knew that no matter how much he said, Tang Li in the state of his soul could only hope that this talented kid could really do something that thousands of monks didn't even dare to think about!

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