He broke Xue Wuji's "Snow Treading Traceless Sword" divine skill, and Xue Wuxian didn't even force out his nirvana stunt as the head of the Iron Sword Sect.

Although the Iron Sword Sect used to be a small sect of righteousness, its inheritance is also far-reaching, and the secret book of the town sect is not a garbage magic skill that is casually bullied. If you really want to provoke the Heavenly Swordsman, you can just pull Xue Wuxian to die together.

The Heavenly Swordsman casually made a seal, and the Soul Gathering Style unfolded under his feet, turning into a small ice lotus, quickly recovering from the wounds on his body, although Xue Wuxian was unharmed, but his life was broken by a sword, and at the level of a swordsman, he had already been defeated. Even the surrounding audience knew that the level of battle qi of the Heavenly Swordsman itself was too low to really cut through Xue Wuxian's defense, if he changed to a stronger opponent, it was estimated that Xue Wuxian would already be a cold corpse by now.

And the stronger opponent is also coming step by step at this time.

"Senior Xue, I haven't seen you for a long time. The majestic and thick voice came from behind, and Xue Wuxian's hairstyle on his head to kill Matt suddenly became more and more, and he quickly turned around and looked at the bald and tall young man in front of him, the once little fat man, and now he has grown into a generation of top masters above the rivers and lakes, and it is said that his strength is still above Wan Jian Xin.

This is an immortal genius who truly combines strength and technology to cultivate divine skills, especially water attribute divine skills. His talent is above Wan Jianxin, but he has a low-key and hard work that Wan Jianxin does not have. The reputation of worshipping prison is not obvious in the rivers and lakes, but the disciples of the Divine Sword Army who have repeatedly fought with the Golden Sword Gate all know the terrible nature of this person, and Xue Wuxian is not willing to admit this at all, so every time the Divine Sword Army suffers a big loss at the hands of the Golden Sword Gate, he blames his disciples for their incompetence and never looks for the reason of the northerners. At this time, he looked at the prison worship, and he didn't take it too seriously, and then turned his head to look at the "untouchable" who was a little surprised (he didn't realize that this person might be a heavenly swordsman until this time), so he snorted coldly and blocked in front of the prison worship and said:

"What are you doing in such a place, and your master has allowed you to come here?"

"My brother's wife wants to buy a few people to clean the garden...... "Bai Prison is full of truth, Yinchen is his brother, Lin Xuanchen is his brother's wife, Yinchen and Lin Xuanchen are in Gusu to build a manor, and the general project can be built by craftsmen, but the subtle operation can only be done by a first-class girl from a rich man's house, and Musk Yue seems to be a first-class girl.

And these words fell on Xue Wuxian's ears, but it became an out-and-out lie, Xue Wuxian looked at the prison with contempt, and pointed to the whole shack with one hand and drew a circle: "There are countless beauties here, why do you have to choose such one?"

"I think my brother and sister can take a fancy to her, that's all. Bai Prison said, one hand pressed the hilt of the knife behind him: "Of course, Senior Xue thinks that I am here to stir up trouble, and I also admit it, after all, you took the first righteous path in the whole world to the government, not to mention, bullying my two brothers all day long, what does it mean?!"

When he said the last few words, he obviously didn't raise his voice, but he made the air around him vibrate, and a large amount of water mist roared into dark blue ripples and spread, almost making his last few words a Buddhist lion's roar.

A terrifying pressure rippled in the air, and the boundless mist gathered, forming a ring totem of Xuan Ice behind him, and the soul gathering style opened, and an astonishing powerful fluctuation emanated from his body, and the power of the fluctuation was actually similar to the fluctuation on Xue Wuji's body.

Xue Wujian's face really changed this time, becoming dignified and abnormal, he didn't expect that this junior, who was younger than Wan Jianxin, actually had the courage and ...... to fight with him silently

Is this possible?

Xue Wuxian knew that he couldn't stop this kid at all, and it was much more difficult to deal with than Wan Jianxin, because this kid was a fighting machine, and he dared to show up, but he was afraid that there were already many outlaws from the Golden Sword Sect lurking around. The Golden Dao Sect, the number one righteous sect in the world, launched madness that was even more terrifying than the Black Mountain Villa and the Demon Pavilion, and Xue Wuxian himself didn't even dare to guarantee that he would be able to get out of the way. And according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, especially the frequent arrival of the heavenly rules, if the two sides fight alone, then the backup forces of both sides cannot fight in groups, otherwise they will be punished by the heavens, so at this time, Xue Wuxian can't use the official hat, use the power of the Shenjian Army hidden in the distance, and use the power of the court to subdue this little fat man, but instead compete with him with real swords and guns, which can solve all problems better.

"Worship prison, this official thinks that you are a junior and does not want to be familiar with you, but if you have to do it yourself, this official can only replace Yang Wudi to discipline you well. Xue Wuxian held the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at a small piece of turf to the right of his right foot, and the cold blue fluctuations rippled little by little, spreading into a circle of ripples with physical thrust, the gap of the ripples, and the wind pressure overflowed.

The blue wind blade was like the teeth on the gear, densely arranged, spreading repeatedly within a zhang around him, lifting the turf under his feet, and tearing it into dark brown powder at the height of his calf. The power of the form of the divine skill has been urged to the transformation realm by this former Jindan master at this time.

"It's long overdue. I respect you as a senior, don't dare to bother too much, let's make a quick decision. The moment the sword reappeared, the originally gloomy sky suddenly cleared up for a short time, and a beam of sunlight shone down, which happened to fall on his sword, and the dark red attack dragon tooth reflected an astonishing layer of blood light.

Killing.

The real killing aura affects the celestial phenomena.

"Make a move, this official doesn't want to bully the small. Xue Wuxian snorted coldly, it seemed that he didn't take the killing path that overtook the battle soul to heart, but in fact, three cow hair needles had already appeared in the palm of his hand without holding a sword, which he had specially researched, and the poisonous needles that broke the enemy's killing path were only scattering yuan poison, but they were also very, very powerful. This kind of poison does not even have the Poison Dragon Sect, because in the Poison Dragon Sect, Du Wuxin, Du Chuanchang, and Harrow have comprehended the way of killing, and the way of killing is their capital, who will abandon their martial arts? Only a person like Xue Wuxian who can no longer use the way of killing will do everything possible to weaken the enemy's advantage.

"Then come to prison to ask for advice!" The prison tiger shouted angrily, and the broad-bladed long knife in his hand suddenly turned blue, and a blue half-moon-shaped blade of a subordinate person burst out with his blow.

The sword mang, the same mastery as the heart sutra of the sword.

The sword condensed in the air into a huge ice blade, with an arc-shaped shape and extremely sharp edges. The sword passed, the cold tide surged, everything withered, like an endless winter, Xue Wuxian saw this knife, his face turned slightly blue, and then returned to normal, and the long sword in his hand slashed horizontally without hurry.

The blue bloomed, the sword stream sprayed, and the blue water mist turned into a laser-like blade, sweeping the cold sword fiercely, the ice and water were agitated, and it did not explode, but directly solidified into a sculpture, and then was destroyed by a blue wave sent out by Xue Wuxian, scattered on the ground like broken glass. The long sword in Xue Wuxian's hand danced continuously, and a row of short assassination sword techniques attacked, and one after another cold mist blades like water flowed towards the worship hell fan, sealing most of his dodge space. Without saying a word, the long knife in his hand swung from the bottom up, and the blue knife flashed for a moment, and then the ice shattered and the ice mist dissipated. And the blue light knife still had a little strength left, and it split the icicles that Xue Wuxian condensed on his body straight and straight, cutting his flesh and skin.

Zila!

The sound as if a metal grinding wheel was grinding marble came, and Xue Wuxian was pushed back several steps by an unimaginable force. He reached out and touched the shoulder that had been broken through the ice armor, and in the middle of his palm, there was a line of blood.

It was almost the first time he had been injured in a year.

Xue Wuxian narrowed his eyes, and immediately shook his hand to send out three thin needles, and at the same time, his left hand reached into his arms, and he took out two darts and hid them in the palm of his hand in case of accidents. The thin needles with the cold and cold battle qi flew over a short distance, and shot into his body under the defenselessness of the prison, the prison snorted, the magic power reversed, and a wind mixed with ice chips rotated around him rapidly, and without a breath, the three needles were shocked out.

But the Scattered Yuan poison is still spreading in the body, and the Scattered Yuan poison concocted by Xue Wuxian can only break the killing path, but cannot break the battle qi and battle spirit, which was originally prepared for people like Wan Jianxin who don't pay attention to the war spirit, but I didn't expect it to be used in prison worship for the first time.

Suddenly, the rain intensified, and the glimmer of sunlight that shrouded the prison disappeared in an instant. Xue Wuxian nodded with satisfaction, and as soon as the divine skill was guided, endless water droplets quickly condensed in the air, and the water droplets combined with each other, and finally turned into a sparkling wave, wrapped around the long sword. The long sword seemed to be infused by the Gangfeng, and it instantly became very sharp, and it was not a problem to pierce the armor and pierce the chest, Xue Wuxian shook his hand with satisfaction, and then stabbed forward, and the edge of the long sword spread out in this action.

"Eighty-six Soul Chasing Sword!"

The direct stabbing similar to the swordsmanship of Yesu will be rain-like needles, splashing on the whole body of the prison, and on the dense needle-like sword flow, the flash-like refining weapon is surrounded by a circle of blue-green halo, and the tip of the long sword has frozen, and the frost has changed into the form of a war soul under the action of the soul energy that Xue Wuxian quietly replaced, and the malaria mosquitoes composed of cold ice, with their mouthparts as steel needles, and the turquoise transparent wings that vibrate, broke into the ice armor of the prison in groups.

Swordsmanship for mosquitoes. This is a self-created trick created by Xue Wuxian who has taken the edge of the sword, although it is humble, but it is also very ruthless, his cold and icy soul also carries a toxin that can temporarily restrain the opponent's vitality, and the mosquitoes flying in the sky are not only his battle soul beast, but also a portrayal of his entire soul.

Throwing away the self-esteem of the swordsman, incarnated as a mosquito, small but also deadly, Xue Wuxian's mosquito battle spirit, although it is not on the table, but it is very compatible with his snow stepping without a trace sword, in the snow, countless small snowflakes can just turn into mosquitoes, and launch a fierce attack on the enemy in groups, and the enemy in front of him, without knowing it, resisted with battle qi, naturally caught off guard, and was invaded by the soul qi higher than the battle qi, locked the yuan force, frozen body, and let Xue Wuxian slaughter.

The only thing that Xue Wuxian was a little dissatisfied with at this time was that he should use the Snow Treading Traceless Sword, instead of this Soul Chasing Sword, after teaching this move to the disciples of the new generation of Divine Sword Army such as Ye Su, he himself should seal the move, because this kind of swordsmanship does not seem to be worthy of his reputation as the "number one master".

"Cry, scream, and then die in begging for mercy!" When the first sword stabbed into the prison, Xue Wuxian shouted wildly, he thought that such a magic skill was enough, so that the power of the battle soul quietly added to the divine skill was enough to knock down the prison worship and kill it, but he was wrong, he didn't see the strength of the prison worship at all, let alone the "killing way" of the prison worship.

The killing path of worship in prison is not a sword in the sky.

When the first sword pierced into Hell's body, blocking his vitality, Hellworship almost instinctively released the War Soul Beast, his War Soul Beast, whose attack power is not strong, but has the strongest melee defense in the world, and provides him with almost endless physical strength or arm strength.

The blue light lit up, and the ice condensed into plates, which were spliced together into thick plates that seemed to hinder movement, and the heavy ice armor was set on the outside of the chain mail worn by the Prison Worshipper, almost as terrifying as the armor of a tank. The ice armor was almost a foot thick, like ice and water, and with the action of worshipping the hell, it partially melted and condensed, and faintly, the illusion of the steel dragon appeared on him, and then quietly disappeared.

The mosquito battle soul was helpless in the face of this one-foot-thick defense, although Xue Wuxian's soul qi level was as high as one weight of Jindan, but in the face of the innate divine power of the prison worship, the wind pressure and physical impact power transformed by the soul qi could be completely offset by the powerful and strange warrior who seemed to be returning to the void, but seemed to enter the body, and sometimes looked like the Yuan Infant realm, with his own physical strength. The prison worship trampled on the ground fiercely, and approached Xue Wuxian step by step, and the turf on the ground was trampled to smithereens by the prison worship step by step, deeply integrated into the dirt. His whole body was boiling, his battle spirit let out a low dragon groan, and the ice blue wind pressure surrounded him, and the shock wave spread out, blowing almost all the light and small objects within thirty steps around him into the air.

Xue Wuxian couldn't retreat anymore, behind him was the Heavenly Swordsman who was blocked by the Duel Heavenly Rules, if he took a step back, then he would definitely bump into the Heavenly Swordsman's body, and according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, he would lose.

Xue Wuxian thought that he couldn't afford to lose, he couldn't admit that he was weaker than Yang Wuxian's disciple! You must know that ten years ago, he and Yang Wuxian had a relationship with each other, and because he was also in a high realm and powerful, in front of his brother, how could he pull down this face?