The sword is like a dragon, the spear is like a rainbow, the sword light is like fire, and the battle of Taixu, Taixuan, and Taiqing is about to break out.

The Aoxue Crazy Knife stood in the void, the treasure knife in his hand Canglang Lang Lang came out of the sheath, the knife light was divided into nine, turning nine into one, and then shouted angrily: "Destroy the knife and slash Zangfeng!", the knife is in line with the general trend of heaven and earth, and it comes over the mountains and the sea.

Emperor Dongming's eyes froze, and the Silent Dragon Emperor spear swept across the sky, turning a golden light into a reversing light, and suddenly heard a cold voice: "Yu Yu Lingxiao!", the spear turned into thousands of lights and shadows, and stabbed directly at the Aoxue Crazy Knife.

The thirteen Confucian swords stood with their hands in their hands, folding a fan in their hands, turning into a long sword, the name of the sword - single edge!

Confucian Sword Thirteen watched the two of them quietly, the sword light and the gun exploded with a touch, and the residual strength scattered and flew in all directions, and the Confucian Sword Thirteen single-handed luck dissolved the vision of heaven and earth in an instant, and a Confucian clear air slowly rose into the sky.

Rujian Thirteen looked at the two who were about to fight again, and sneered: "Among the Confucian sect, I have been fighting for hundreds of years, and I have never won or lost, do you really want to fight to the death today?"

Ao Xue glared angrily at the sword and said, "Confucian Sword Thirteen, don't pretend to be a good person! If Chen Qingshui has an accident, you still need to be responsible!"

Rujian Thirteen said with a cold gaze: "Mr. Chen Qingshui, who has been preaching for three hundred years, no one can compare with me in the Confucian sect. It's just that there is reincarnation in the Heavenly Dao, Chen Qingshui is a mortal, should he really live for three hundred years?"

Ao Xue said wildly: "Mr. Big is the Optimus White Jade Pillar in my Taixuan, and now you are like this, but you just want to ask Mr. Big to die." For more than 100 years, Taixuan has overridden Taishang and Taiqing, you really can't wait for Mr. Big to break Yangshou!"

Emperor Dongming angrily stuck the Dragon Emperor's spear on the ground, and said coldly: "In Qingshui Town, three hundred years of stories, do you really think that we are too high and too Qing don't know? Chen Qingshui stole the luck of the town, so that it can be like this, otherwise, you can really cultivate a generation of sages?"

Aoxue Crazy Knife argued: "Among the Confucian sects, except for the great gentleman, there has never been a sage for thousands of years. It's just that this sage is out of Taixuan, so you have to cut it off? Do you really care about the life and death of Confucianism? Do you really want to hear only the sound of the Buddha on the road to the west in this great wilderness?"

Rujian Thirteen said with a smile: "Fei Ye! Chen Qingshui has stolen the luck of Qing Shui Town, and has already reversed the indisputable wish of Confucianism, even if there is a saint, it is only an overdraft of the Confucian Sect's thousand-year luck pattern, and I will not let go." ”

As soon as the frost blade flipped over, Aoxue Crazy Knife's face was cold, and he said: "In this case, there are not many crazy knives, there is only one battle! Today is death, and you must protect Mr. Big's life!"

Rujian Thirteen shook his head and said, "Is it worth it?"

Aoxue Crazy Knife didn't answer, his body was like a streamer, and he pursued in the direction of Liu Qingyang, and Emperor Dongming and Confucian Sword Thirteen sneered and left.

Besides, the sword is like a streamer, and the two of them are like streamers, and they are thousands of miles away in one step, shuttling through the void and entering, each of them is not under the realm of absolute immortals, and they are not at the expense of the three peaks of the Leiyin Temple.

Jian Rulai looked at the mountain wall, on the mountain wall thousands of Sanskrit, the outer realm is behind this Sanskrit, it is rumored that the Great Venerable of Leiyin Temple stumbled upon this place, that is, he entered it, and preached the scriptures for the people of the other world.

So thousands of years, the realm outside the road, Buddhism is numerous, its venerable is called the evil heart of the demon Buddha, the cultivation of the supreme light mantra, here the inheritance of the seventh generation, now is the Buddha sword Venerable Fan Qiye.

Where the seven-leaf Buddha sword out of the sheath, into a streamer into the mountain wall, the door of the outer realm of the road suddenly opened, the Sanskrit sound of the three thousand avenues faintly came, at a glance, the Buddhist temple and the Taoist hall are lined up, a good faction of * treasure!

Jian Rulai stepped in, and the karmic fire around him was surging, and he wanted to block his way. Jian Rulai frowned, the blood sword in his hand came out of the sheath, and the true yuan of heaven and earth outside the Dao was suddenly defeated and disappeared.

Fan Qiye sighed and said, "The sword is like a sword, although the realm outside the Dao is a small heaven, you also go against the sky, you should also be cautious, don't be riddled with karma!"

Jian Rulai snorted and said: "Hugh has to say more, and tell me the way, I will fight the witch for thirty-three days, you go and get the Yanxin Jade Book." ”

Fan Qiye stretched out his hand and pointed to the outer starry sky, and said: "Thirty-three days away, you need to enter the sky from that immortal foot and set foot in the thirty-three days treasure hall." ”

Jian Rulai bowed slightly, made a light and shadow, and flew towards the fairy foot. When Qiye saw this, he had to smile bitterly, the witch outside the thirty-three days, that kind of cultivation, crowning the twelve small heavens, the realm outside the road is the best, how can it be good to get along?

On the feet of the immortals, there are many strange stones, which cannot be climbed, and the sword Rulai fits and flies into the clouds, but it is a faint prohibition that presses down, and the sword Rulai is pressed down to the mortal dust.

Jian Rulai frowned, that is, he knew that if he wanted to be like the cloudy sky, he also had to climb the fairy feet. It's just a strange stone, you can't step on it, how to do it?

was hesitating, but when he saw Fan Qiye coming again, he said with a smile: "Jian Rulai, thousands of years of practice, is still anxious, and let me talk about this fairy foot." ”

Jian Rulai was silent, and stood with his sword.

Fan Qiye said: "In the realm outside the Dao, this immortal foot is made of the ancient god Lei stone, in a vain attempt to devour the will of heaven. Therefore, the fairy foot stones are all cursed, and you can't set foot in nature. ”

Jian Rulai waited for the following, and Fan Qiye also smiled when he saw Jian Rulai's rogue behavior.

Immediately, Fan Qiye said: "You person, where do you look like a monk? You are clearly that street scoundrel and ruffian!"

Jian Rulai sneered and said, "Have you ever looked like a monk?

Fan Qiye rolled his eyes and said, "I don't want to fight with your tongue, I just came to tell you that if you want to climb the fairy foot, you also need a pair of deceptive silk gloves to climb." This pair of gloves is in the middle of the orchid. ”

Jian Rulai said: "Are there any other changes this time?"

Fan Qiye smiled: "Naturally, there is no more, you should go to the middle of the Youlan first." ”

Jian Rulai stared at Fan Qiye for a moment, and when he saw that this person had not made any more tricks, he was moving towards the place where Fan Qiye pointed to Youlan's residence.

Na Youlan is in the middle, but she has never been a martial artist, but a woman.

The woman called herself the lord of Youlan, and she liked to write a couplet, painting a landscape with one hand, and a book in spring and autumn, so elegant, in this outer world, I have never seen a second person.

Because of this, people say that the owner of Youlan is a first-class idler in this outer realm, who is idle and virtuous!

Jian Rulai stepped in, and the flowers and plants in the middle of the orchid were all discolored, and the body was awe-inspiring and murderous, and the sun and moon were lightless.

The owner of Youlan frowned, and said, "Please go out, your murderous aura has shocked the flowers and plants in my garden." ”

Jian Rulai said: "Then please the owner of Youlan, lend me the deceptive silk glove, and Jian Rulai can leave." ”

The owner of Youlan said: "Don't borrow!"

Jian Rulai frowned and said, "Why?"

The owner of Youlan said: "Although Youlan is hospitable, it has to be a guest, like a great monk and other evil guests, and he doesn't understand the charm, so he naturally doesn't borrow it." ”

Jian Rulai smiled and said: "Since you know that you are a villain, you are not afraid that I will destroy this Youlan Residence?"

The owner of Youlan House said: "Even if you destroy Youlan House, you won't get the glove." ”

Jian Rulai said: "Hugh wants to say more, how can I borrow a glove?"

The owner of Youlan slapped his palm, and above the portal, a bead curtain fell, and on the bead curtain it was written: "Yanjing Jiangcheng Tree." ”

The lord of Youlan sneered and said, "After these few levels of elegance, I borrowed you." ”

Jian Rulai laughed, raised his hand to condense the true yuan, and wrote on the bead curtain: "The city is deep and burns iron and wood!"

The lord of Youlan Residence turned pale, and said: "Vulgar! Vulgar! How can you be so vulgar!

Jian Rulai said with a smile: "In Wei's opinion, the charm is useless, and it is just right to burn the iron!"

The lord of Youlan was furious, but after only a moment, he sighed and said, "Well, it's right." Let's see for the next while!"

The owner of the orchid house held a brush in his hand, sprinkled with water, and in a moment, he painted a landscape painting.

On the picture scroll, the mountains are lined up, the gulls and herons soar and gather, and in the big river, a few koi fish jump out, only on the heavenly road, a blank space.

The lord of Youlan Residence handed over the pen and ink, and said: "I owe a piece of the sky, the great monk may be right about this artistic conception?"

Jian Rulai grabbed that one of everyone's works with his hand, and he didn't use a pen, he turned his hand and raised the ink on it, and then shook his hand, and a good painting became a piece of black ink.

The lord of Youlan Residence gritted his teeth and said, "You great monk, don't be bad!"

Jian Rulai said, "What do you want me to draw?"

The owner of Youlan said: "Naturally, it is to draw the way of heaven!"

Jian Rulai said: "Heaven is impermanent, what can I do if I swallow your land this day!"

The owner of Youlan didn't say much, but put a chessboard in front of the sword Rulai.

The lord of Youlan said: "This game of chess is my second unique style on this day, the realm outside the Dao, no one can solve it, and it is extremely weird." Great monk, you may unravel?"

Jian Rulai frowned, playing chess is not like the calligraphy and painting, you need to have a discipline, this game, it is really difficult!

The owner of Youlan was satisfied, looking at the sword Rulai and frowning, and his heart was even more proud. Especially in the first two games, the great monk was so rude, although he passed the test, he didn't have half of the elegance at all.

After thinking for a while, the sword Rulai blood sword came out of the sheath, and the lord of the Youlan Residence looked shocked, and said in his heart: "This great monk is not extremely angry and wants to commit murder!"

But he never thought that Jian Rulai urged the blood sword, slashed the chessboard with a sword, and said: "In this game, Wei won again!"

The owner of Youlan said: "How to destroy my chessboard is to win!"

Jian Rulai said: "In that chessboard, naturally you won." But when I jump out of the chessboard and slash with a sword, I am the one who plays chess! How can I get a few chess pieces around!"

The lord of Youlan was flushed, looking at the big monk, but he couldn't say anything for a long time, but his own pattern was small, and he was between that chess and a painting.

After a while, the owner of Youlan took out the glove and said, "Take it! Remember to return it later!"

Jian Rulai said: "Thank you!" and walked towards the fairy foot again.