Si's blank eyes narrowed at that moment, and his steps suddenly stopped, and he stood in place, his hands behind his back, a white robe and the white hair hanging down his waist were gently blowing in the wind at this moment.

The two figures arrived as scheduled, falling from the sky, and stopped in front of Si Bai to ascend to the dragon platform.

One person has white eyebrows and black hair, and he is not confused when he is old.

One person has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he is only in his twenties.

Si blank eyes stopped for a moment on the white-eyed and black-haired man, and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to be alive." ”

Then he turned his head to look at the purple-robed young man on the side, and at that moment, the expression on the face of this immortal finally changed slightly, and he said with regret: "Unexpectedly, you still chose this path after all." ”

When the purple-robed young man heard this, he bowed to Na Si blank, and said in his mouth: "Song Yueming has seen the master. ”

His tone was respectful and his attitude was humble, and he didn't see the slightest murderous intention before fighting for his life, but it really looked like an ordinary meeting between a descendant and an elder.

Of course, this will not be the case.

The moment the purple-robed young man bowed down, a divine light lit up in Si Bai's squinted eyes. He caught a glimpse of a scarlet thing behind the young man, and he knew it all too well. It was a sword that made him who is where he is today, known as a sword that can kill his father and a minister who can kill a king.

His mind sank at that time, and his gaze swept over the two of them one by one, and then he said, "Do you think that with a Heavenly Punishment Sword, you can kill me?"

The cultivation of the two of them can be seen at a glance, Ning Zhumang of the Dayan Realm, and Song Yueming of the Dust Realm, for the former, have invaded this realm for a long time, and they are naturally one of the best in the same realm, and the latter is only in his early twenties, and this is enough to compare with Ye Hongjian, who is known as a genius of the sword. It's just that no matter whether it is the former or the latter, he has not reached the realm of immortals, even if he has the help of this world-famous fierce sword and punishment heaven, if he wants to kill him, it is still just a fantasy.

This is not that Si Blank underestimated the strength of the two, nor is it that the reputation is overwhelming, and the Xingtian Sword that needs to be guarded by the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb for generations is in vain.

In fact, Si Bai's determination came from his understanding of the Xingtian Sword.

After all, he had used this thing, killed the emperor with dragon qi to protect his body, Rao is immortal body, and after slightly using the power of the origin of the Xingtian Sword, he still had to recuperate before he got better, and if the cultivation of Ning Zhumang and the others dared to use the origin power of the Xingtian Sword, I am afraid that within more than ten breaths, the fierce spirit in the Xingtian Sword would be devoured, and it was precisely because of this understanding that Si Bai Fang dared to hand over this thing to Song Yueming's hands.

"Whether it works or not, you have to try it before you know. ”

The purple-robed young man smiled slightly, and his body took a step forward at that time, his purple robe began to agitate at that time, and a mighty sword intent rushed out. Seeing this, the white-eyed and black-haired man on the side naturally did not dare to fall behind, and he also took a step at that time, only to hear a clang, a long sword was held in his hand, and a white lion true spirit emerged behind him.

......

Seeing that the two people who suddenly appeared were about to fight with Si Bai under this dragon platform, Zhao Xingyu, who was standing on Yuwen Nanjing's side and was the commander of the forbidden army, saw this, and immediately frowned, and was about to take a step forward, beckoning the guards to take down these two.

But as soon as he took that footstep, Yuwen Nanjing on the side suddenly narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Commander Zhao, let them go." ”

"But... If you let them mess around, you may lose your royal dignity. Zhao Xingyu said worriedly.

Hearing this, Yuwen Nanjing glanced at the young commander and said softly: "The dignity of the royal family has never been a majestic guard of honor, nor is it a reverence that avoids like a tiger, but a well-fed meal on the table of the people, and clothes that can keep warm. ”

"Since it is Li Min who is asking, and Li Min has criticism, then let them argue right and wrong, and decide the winner. ”

"This is the dignity that my Great Zhou royal family should have. ”

Yuwen Nanjing's words were soft, but when they fell into Zhao Xingyu's ears, they only felt like a heavy hammer falling on a drum, ringing in his ears, making him deafening.

......

As far as the two sides are concerned, they are not strangers to each other.

They know each other's temperament, and they can feel each other's determination, so naturally they will not think that this decisive battle can be settled with a few words.

It's about ideas, it's about legacy, it's about making promises to some of the dead.

And once things get to this point, a never-ending decisive battle is inevitable.

Therefore, there were no more words between each other, and the war began in an instant.

The lion true spirit behind Ning Zhumang roared, wrapped in the violent sword intent around Ning Zhumang's body, and attacked and killed Si Blank directly, Song Yueming was naturally not far behind, although he did not summon the true spirit, but the Xingtian Sword in his hand lit up with a burst of scarlet blood, and the heroic killing machine surged, and also cooperated with Ning Zhumang to pinch Si Blank from the other side.

The moves of these two people are naturally incomparable, whether it is the momentum at the moment or the power contained in them, there are few opponents in the same realm.

It's just a pity that no matter how powerful such a move looks to outsiders, it still seems insignificant in front of the immortals.

Si blank's hand stretched out at that time, one left and one right, straight towards the killing moves of the two.

The sword shield formed by the rotation and condensation of several black sword rays on both sides appeared in Si Bai's palm, and the seemingly light black sword shield trembled lightly when it met the sword moves inspired by Ning Zhumang and the others, and then the vast sword intent summoned by Ning Zhumang and the others was like meeting a moat, and it could no longer exceed half a point.

Although they understood Si Bai's strength from the beginning, the killing move of the two of them joining forces and leaving no room for them was reached by him so easily, and this result still made Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming's faces sink. And such a scene fell on Nasi's blank eyes, and the corners of the old man's mouth suddenly outlined a cruel smile, and he whispered, "I will give you a funeral that is grand enough." ”

After saying this, the two sword and shield sword shadows at his hands suddenly rotated, and those sword shadows erected their sword bodies one after another, and then let out a high-pitched sword roar one after another, and then they rushed towards Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming like streamers.

Whether it was the true spirit summoned by the two of them, or the true yuan sword intent stimulated, under these black sword shadows, they were all slashed away like a defeated revolution, and those black sword shadows were killed in front of the two of them in an instant as if they had entered a no-man's land.

Burst!

The two muffled snorts came out of the mouths of the two at the same time, and the bodies of Song Yueming and Ning Zhumang were injured by the black sword shadow at that time, and a bloody arrow bloomed at the lower waist and right arm respectively, and the bodies retreated violently, and the sword moves inspired by each were temporarily retracted due to the injury of the main body.

Although the injuries of the two seemed to be only cut by the sword blade, the wounds were not very shocking, but in fact, the black sword shadows were attached to the black sword intent from the gap, and the sword intent remained in the wounds of the two with those sword shadows, constantly eroding the flesh and blood of the two and devouring the power in their bodies.

Although this devouring came very slowly due to the small wound, if Si Bai found a few more opportunities like this in the future, it was estimated that there would be no need for the two sides to fight - the devouring power of this strange black sword intent alone was enough to absorb the True Yuan Sword Intent in Ning Zhumang's body in a short period of time.

The faces of the two who understood this naturally became solemn.

They glanced at each other at that time, and Song Yueming was the first to ask, "Master's ability is even more powerful than Xu imagined?"

Ning Zhumang nodded with a complicated expression, and said, "It's really not like a person who has only been in the fairy realm for a few years."

"If this continues, I'm afraid that the head of the sect and I will die here. Song Yueming said again, but there was a different flavor in his tone.

"Well, that's true. Ning Zhumang responded, but there was not much sadness in the expression on his face, but there was a slight hint of joke.

"Although it is a pity, but for the thousand-year-old inheritance of Linglong Pavilion, the old man also had to kill the killer. Si Bai, who was listening to the conversation between the two, stepped forward and said in a cold voice, the momentum around him became more and more violent at that moment, and black sword shadows opened up behind him like a peacock opening a screen, and the huge power also shrouded Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming at that moment.

It's just that the two of them, shrouded in the power of immortals, didn't seem to hear Si Bai's sigh at all, and their conversation was still going on on with their own.

"Is the master of the sect willing to give up Ziyu? She is not married yet, you know the temperament of Senior Sister Ziyu, don't help her check so much? Song Yueming stared at the white-eyed and black-haired man in front of him and said.

It's just that Ning Zhumang, who heard this, was unmoved, he blinked his eyes and said: "Then I think that the girl from Zichuan is still so young, there must be no need to keep a widow for you for a lifetime, and I guess I will have to remarry in a few years, um... Does Xiao Xu Lai also have to call the others a father?"

The dull atmosphere between the two suddenly dissipated for some reason, and instead they ridiculed each other.

This kind of change made the Si blank who was about to make a move a little unexpected, he frowned, and there were both puzzles and anger in his heart that he was despised by the two. He didn't bother to tell whether the quarrel between the two was deliberate or had another hidden meaning, he just wanted to end the lives of the two as soon as possible, and then he could ascend to the dragon platform and lead the Linglong Pavilion to new glory.

Thinking like this, the long black sword behind him emitted a high-pitched sword roar, as if he was in a hurry to drink the blood of the enemy.

It seemed that he also felt this, Song Yueming sighed and said, "There is no aftermath for the master?"

When Ning Zhumang heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly sketched a smile after "the treacherous plan succeeded", and he asked rhetorically: "Do you have it?"

"If not, how dare you invite the master to come and send him to death?" Song Yueming said with a wry smile.

"There are all future generations, but there are no masters, wouldn't it be smiling and generous to spread it?" Ning Zhumang said with a wink.

At this time, Si Bai had already urged the several black sword shadows behind him, and they were wrapped in this majestic black sword intent roaring towards the two of them, and in the process of attacking and killing the two of them like this, the sword intent around the black sword shadows became more and more intense, and in an instant, they turned into black dragons.

Seeing that the catastrophe was coming, Song Yueming had to put away his temptation, and he said, "Together?"

Such a proposal unexpectedly received Ning Zhumang's rebuttal, and the white-eyed and black-haired master shook his head and said, "You first, my method will be shot, and there will be no chance for you to perform." ”

Hearing such an answer, Song Yueming was naturally stunned, but the nine black dragons transformed from sword shadows had already attacked and killed him, and he didn't have time to think about it or interrogate Ning Zhumang's words.

He had to stand up straight at that time, mobilized the true yuan around him, and suddenly urged it, and a mighty sword intent suddenly surged out of his body.

"Huh?" Naji's blank brow furrowed, and a different color surged between his eyebrows, but it quickly returned to its original state, and his mouth sighed: "Great Yan Realm... I can't imagine that you can reach such a realm at such an age, which really surprises the teacher..."

Soon he shook his head again, and said with regret: "It's a pity that you chose the wrong path, and today as a teacher, I have to personally send you back to the west." ”

Speaking of this, Si Bai's palm hidden under the wide sleeve suddenly flicked his fingers, and the nine-headed dragon that roared away suddenly changed before attacking the eyes of the two of them, but at that time, they all killed Song Yueming.

Facing the dragon sword intent summoned by the nine-headed immortal, Song Yueming's face did not show half a look of horror, but slowly closed his eyes at that time.

The sword intent around him surged, and the dragons on all sides roared, as if they had nothing to do with him at that moment.

He stood in place like an old monk in a fixed place, his eyebrows stretched, as if he was asleep.

But the sword intent in his body surged out more and more violently at that time, and along with his wide purple robe, it was also agitated high at this moment.

The sword intent lingered around him, and as the number increased, it gradually turned from pure white to a dazzling bright red. Then, when such a change arose, the blood-red sword intent began to pour into the Xingtian Sword that he erected on his chest, and a dazzling light began to shine on the body of the Xingtian Sword.

"Could it be that you want to activate the origin power of the Heavenly Punishment Sword?" Si Bai saw such a scene in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

Even if Song Yueming's cultivation was beyond his expectation and came to the Great Yan Realm, such cultivation was still not worth mentioning in front of the terrifying origin power of the Heavenly Sword. Once the power of the origin is activated, the cultivation in Song Yueming's body will be devoured in a very short period of time, and in Si Bai's opinion, urging the Heavenly Sword is undoubtedly a stupid choice to the extreme.

But Song Yueming obviously didn't listen to Si Bai's words, and at the moment when the black dragon transformed into the nine-headed sword intent attacked his body, Song Yueming's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a red sword flashed in his eyes.

Bite!

The Xingtian Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a high-pitched sword roar, and the dazzling blood light lit up on the sword's body, making it almost difficult to look at directly.

And under this dazzling blood light, the nine-headed sword intent dragon let out a terrible scream as if facing a great enemy, and they uncontrollably stopped their offensive and fled towards the place where Si Blank was.

But the Xingtian Sword that lit up this light seemed to have spiritual intelligence, it was not willing to stop there, the sword body was shocked, and it actually flew out of Song Yueming's hand, and caught up with the nine-headed dragon that had escaped.

Its speed was extremely fast, and Rao is sword intent dragon urged by the immortals, and it was obviously impossible to escape its pursuit, only to hear a huge mournful roar, and a sword intent dragon was cut off by the Heavenly Sword that was wrapped in blood light at that time, turning into a black qi that did not disperse for a long time.

And the Xingtian Sword, which won the victory in one blow, didn't seem to be satisfied with such a result, it roared and moved forward, this time it aimed directly at the Immortal Division!

This undoubtedly angered Si Bai, the white-robed immortal frowned, his sleeves slammed, and the monstrous black qi poured out from under his black robe, and the black qi that was cut off by the dragon was reborn again in this black qi influx, and the rest of the eight-headed dragons were also full of momentum under the infection of this black qi.

The nine-headed dragon seemed to have overcome the fear of the Heavenly Punishment Sword under the urging of Si Blank, and they roared upward, constantly ramming into the sword body of the Heavenly Punishment Sword with their bodies, although they were inevitably injured by the blood-colored sword rays that burst out of the Heavenly Punishment Sword, but the scars were instantly healed by the black qi inspired by that Division's blank.

Under such an impact, the speed of the Heavenly Punishment Sword gradually slowed down, and the oozing blood light on the sword's body immediately became dim.

In just a few breaths, the nine-headed dragon had already collided with the Xingtian Sword nearly a hundred times, and the light on the Xingtian Sword's body finally dimmed completely, it let out an unwilling sword roar, and the sword body fell straight down at that time, and plunged into the ground a few zhang away from Si Kong.

Si Bai, who had solved this trouble, raised his eyes and looked at Song Yueming not far away, at this time, it seemed that he had been eaten by the power of the origin of the Heavenly Sword, Song Yueming lowered his head and stood there quite dejectedly. With Si Blank's divine sense, he could clearly feel that at this moment, the internal breath in Song Yueming's body was in chaos, and it was obvious that the short few breaths that had urged the Heavenly Sword before had exhausted him and completely lost the strength to fight again.

Thinking of this, Si Bai couldn't help but sneer, and there was no mockery in his tone: "Under the immortals, no one can hurt the immortals with their own strength. ”

"This kind of thing, in the same way, I thought you would be a smart person, but I don't want to be unable to understand such a simple truth. ”

After Si Bai said this, his hand was raised again, and the nine-headed black dragon moved in response to the sound, and surrounded Song Yueming at that time.

Just when he was about to drive those dragons to kill Song Yueming, Song Yueming, who lowered his head, said at that time: "Shizun is really forgetful?"

I don't know if it was because he thought that the victory was in his hands, or because the strange tone in Song Yueming's words made Si Bai a little curious, the immortal actually stopped the offensive he was about to launch at that time, and asked with a slight frown, "What?"

At that time, Song Yueming's lowered head suddenly raised, and a bright smile appeared on the face that Si Bai seemed to be full of frustration and embarrassment. He stared at Si Blank, his narrowed eyes gradually curved, as if he thought of something extremely happy, and he said in a regretful tone that was the same as the previous Si Blank: "Song is stupid, maybe he can't do this..."

"But how can the master forget the fact that the Extreme Mang Sword Immortal entered the demon back then?"

Si Baiyan's face changed when he heard this, but he didn't wait for him to say anything.

The already dimly lit Xingtian Sword that fell not far from him suddenly lit up again with a scarlet light, and then the light was entangled and continued to converge towards the hilt of the sword, and turned into an arm holding the hilt of the sword, and the blood-red light continued to spread along the arm, and a figure gradually condensed and formed, and after a few breaths, it turned into a figure dressed in red.

Even Si Bai, who was an immortal, had never seen such a strange situation, and he watched it all with wide eyes.

The red-clothed figure lifted the Heavenly Punishment Sword and looked at Si Blank with a smile, and a familiar voice resounded in Si Blank's ears at that time.

"Long time no see, Uncle Sikong. ”