He Bikong carefully looked at the map and looked at it for a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The place he had just passed, and the vast green mountains in front of him, were all passing through the mind of this great swordsman. The map was crooked, but he had a straight line in his mind.

The Great Sword Master of the "Four Divine Realms" has observed the wonder of all things, and has already entered the room, thinking so quickly that extraordinary people can look at it.

Closing the map and handing it to the princess, He Bikong still knew the nearest path.

For a cultivator in this realm, the mountains are high and the sea is deep, and he can leap over, but there are still two people in the lower realm, and he has no choice but to choose a relatively easy path.

After listening to Zhuo Zangfeng's discovery process of the invincible hairpin mountain, he didn't say anything, leading the way, and didn't care whether the two behind him could see the road, and he didn't worry about whether they would fall into the cliff.

Abandoning the cloud-stepping heavenly horse, in the face of this cruel and ruthless cultivator, Zhuo Zangfeng had no choice but to take the princess's soft little hand, stumble, and follow carefully.

Along the way, I don't know how much suffering I have suffered. The princess was better behind her, and he played the role of a pathfinder in front of her, repeatedly slamming into the rocks that stood as tall as a blade, and many times her clothes were torn by thorns and her skin was cut.

Walking on thin ice in the mountains, listening to the wind under your feet, sweating like rain with your back against the cliff. Zhuo Zangfeng just wanted to sit down and rest, but every time he was frightened and about to step into the white mist abyss, the white horse crossing sword was just right on the soles of his feet, and a subtle sword aura took them out of danger.

He suddenly understood that this sword qi that had been following him silently was the act of that great sword master who seemed to be indifferent, but was actually cautious everywhere.

Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't see the brilliance of the white horse passing through the gap, at this time, the white horse sword was like a premature jade dragon, scorching behind He Bikong, and the white jade railing generally surrounded them.

He could only feel the powerful and endless sword qi.

Thinking that it was this great master who was secretly protecting, he was suddenly relieved, his heart relaxed, and his walking steps became lighter at the same time.

A few more miles away, He Bikong took away the White Horse Sword, and still did not let the exhausted two people behind him have a rest, and strode away.

Due to the shortcuts, they suddenly stepped into the border of the Tang Dynasty, and suddenly approached the deep mountains of Yanzhiguo, and all the places they traveled were inaccessible. This can make the two young people who can't see with their eyes suffer enough.

From time to time, frightened birds and beasts in the deep mountains scattered and fled, and the two of them only heard their voices but did not see anything.

After walking for another moment, He Bikong suddenly stopped, looked up at a place in the autumn sky and stopped.

In the deep blue sky, a cloud of sword light suddenly swayed, rushing towards this side at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly turned into two figures, blocking the front like two bluestones.

"Don't move!"

He Bikong looked at the person in front of him and instructed Zhuo Zangfeng, who was about to be offside.

The two people in front of them were full of qi, holding long swords that emitted a blue light, they looked at He Bikong in the abyss, and then glanced at the young girl behind him, their cold expressions were a little soothing, and one of them spoke: "We are the left and right protectors of the Xuanming Sword Sect, and we have come to meet Mr. He on the orders of the sect master." ”

He Bikong listened to it and pondered: It seems that the princess has arrived at the Xuanming Sword Sect, and since she has been waiting for a long time, she has sent a disciple of the sect to look for it. So he said coldly: "Please go back! These two old men will definitely be handed over to King Mu, and they don't have to work hard to control the Xuanming Sword Sect." ”

He is actually in his seventies, and it is not wrong for him to call himself an old man.

It's just that he has concentrated on meditation and cultivated the Fa, and he looks like he is in his forties, and the left and right protectors of the Xuanming Sword Sect are already fifty years away, and he is extremely unhappy to see this person so proud.

"Leaving these two young people, Mr. He can go back to the palace without having to work hard to go to the Xuanying Sword Sect. ”

As soon as the left protector finished speaking, He Bikong snorted coldly.

"The Xuanming Sword Sect is such a filthy place, the old man is too lazy to go, and I don't want to say my words a second time. ”

"Bold, dare to insult the reputation of my sect?"

The right protector had a fiery temper, and immediately pushed the sword sideways to his chest, and a touch of blue sword qi surged and jumped on the blade of the sword, like a blue flame.

The two Xuanming Sword Sect protectors were only in the fourth-grade martial arts realm, and He Bikong didn't bother to do anything with them at all.

"Old horseman, let you see the power of the Xuanying Sword Sect!"

After the right protector finished speaking, the long sword circled, and the sword qi slashed into the air.

He Bikong's mind moved, and the white horse flew out through the gap, and thirteen swords in a row, the swords and swords were like a storm of wind and willows, sealing all the arrogant Dharma Protector Paths of the Xuanming Sword Sect.

His sword was incredibly fast, and before the opponent's sword move was handed out, he had already produced thirteen swords.

The right protector looked at the sword marks that were shot out by the opponent's sword qi under his feet, and saw that the bluestone three feet away was still shattering silently, and his contempt suddenly scattered under this sword.

He Bikong said lightly: "Go now, I won't stop you." ”

"Are you preparing to be an enemy of the Mu Wangfu and our Xuanming Sword Sect?" The right protector was a deep person, and seeing that there was no chance of victory, he raised the authority of the palace and the sect.

"The old man will naturally explain to King Mu, as for your Xuanming Sword Sect, what is it?"

I have long heard that the sect master of the Xuanming Sword Sect, Yelu Shatian, cultivates to reach the sky, and his eyes are higher than the top, and the disciples of the Xuanming Sword Sect are all ruthless and murderous, He Bikong is not used to their reckless behavior of disregarding human life, so he is naturally unceremonious to speak at this time.

"Your cultivation has just entered the "Four Gods Realm", and you dare to speak out!"

The right protector has a good eye, and at a glance he can see that the person in front of him is a great sword master. He is not as reckless as the Zuo Protector, he knows that the realms are very different, and there is no chance of victory, but he just speaks to protect the reputation of the sect.

The "Four Divine Realms" refer to the "four realms of entering the gods, melting the gods, channeling the gods, and transforming the gods, among which the cultivators of the first two realms are called the Great Sword Master, and the last two realms become the Great Grandmaster."

He Bikong's cultivation is to enter the realm of the gods, while Yelu Shatian is the realm of the gods, one is the great sword master, the other is the great grandmaster, and the well water usually does not interfere with the river water. It's just that he suddenly lived in seclusion when he was in the limelight, and his name was naturally more than a little worse than that of Yelu Shatian, who was rising like the sun.

Suddenly, the left protector exclaimed, and the long sword glowing with blue light in front of him slowly became dim, and a crack gradually appeared at the spine of the sword in the middle of the sword body.

The right Dharma Protector Sword was not unsheathed, but at this time, he exerted a slight force, and felt that the sword body seemed to be embedded in the sheath and did not move at all. Dark luck, the divine consciousness can't escape at all, and it's just dark in front of you.

In front of this cultivator with an extremely high cultivation realm, they had no chance to use their swords at all.

Sighing, he turned around and left, Zuo Protector caught up, the two of them didn't say a word, and soon disappeared into the bleak autumn wind.

Zhuo Zangfeng had already pulled the princess to sit on the ground to rest, and He Bikong turned around and said, "Let's go!"

The boy was still lying on the ground.

"We really can't walk, you have cultivated so deeply, why don't you release the flying sword, you don't have to waste so much time. ”

He Bikong snorted, "What qualifications do you have to touch the old man's sword?"

"My realm is low, but don't forget, your sword still needs to be repaired by me. ”

"I never say the same thing a second time. He Bikong didn't look at him.

"If I don't leave, then you will kill me. Zhuo Zangfeng thought that from the time he met this guy, although he was cold, he never killed anyone. It's just that the momentum is domineering, and it seems that he is ready to kill at any moment.

Now, whether it is to find the Zhongtian Dao Divine Pool, or to repair the White Horse Gap Sword, it is nothing more than a trick to delay time, and the purpose is to find an opportunity to escape.

Of course, if He Bikong, who could be coaxed during this period, found an antidote to the poison of the witch sword, it would be the icing on the cake.

In the face of such a powerful cultivator, he was not discouraged and was constantly looking for opportunities to create opportunities.

Thinking that He Bikong once said that he could cure the poison of the witch sword, why not let him heal his eyes first, wouldn't it be more convenient to escape like that?

A person who thinks about the blood marks on the sword must be a person who loves the sword as much as his life. It is no different from the drug addiction of a gambler or the alcohol addiction of an alcoholic, and he will never regard himself as his life, and the White Horse Sword will be ridden by others.

"Since you don't want us to take advantage of your flying sword, then find a way to cure our eyes, so that everyone can find the Heavenly Dao Divine Spring faster. ”