In fact, Xiao Yu didn't want to make a move again and again in the Taoist Sect, and it was a last resort to suppress Chenye and Chen Huanzhi, and it was Liwei. But Liwei is too much of a slap in the face. After all, the face of the Dao Sect, the number one sect in the world, is not ordinary gold!

The fluttering snow turns into a sword, borrowing foreign objects as a sword, Xiao Yu is not the first time to use it, there is no longer half a point of stagnation and astringency in the technique, and Xiao Yu's realm is even more complete after entering the three heavenly beings, just talking about the vitality in the sea of dantian qi, it is not weaker than the ordinary realm of heaven and man. Without the support of the Heaven and Earth Vitality, Xiao Yu, who simply controlled so many flying swords with his own vitality, connected the snow swords in his hand, and the snow swords could no longer be distinguished in the air, only seeing the white expanse converging into a white snow dragon, circling for a week, and crashing into the ice dust from the front.

Ice and dust stand tall on the lake, standing still. The ice sword in his hand was cold, and a huge blooming ice lotus flower was condensed in front of him with water mist.

Although it is Qinglian sword qi, it has a bone-chilling feeling in it.

The Dao Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Law is against the Dao Sect Qinglian Sword Qi.

The snow sword and the ice lotus slammed together.

The sound was like a glacier exploding, making people almost mistake it for the sound of the stone collapse of the Jade Girl Peak.

Bingchen's face no longer has the initial anger, at this time his face is expressionless, he does not see the slightest impetuousness, and his mood is like an ancient well without waves, showing everyone's demeanor.

The ice lotus is like an indestructible shield, Xiao Yu's snow sword turned into a cloud of snow particles when it hit it, and a long dragon composed of snow swords hit it one after another, the snow dragon shattered inch by inch, getting shorter and shorter, and in just a few moments, it had already accumulated more than a zhang of snow in front of the ice lotus.

Bingchen, who had not spoken, said flatly: "Everything is permanent, all things are impermanent, eh." ”

There are always ways to restrain each other, and there are gatherings and scattering.

The Heavenly Snow Sword, which was originally extremely spiritual, suddenly froze at this moment, and then turned back into ordinary snowflakes and fell.

Xiao Yu, who was standing at the door, didn't care, strode across the threshold, and his big sleeves swept away.

The scattered snowflakes condensed again.

Xiao Yu said softly: "Together." ”

Whether it was shattered by hitting the ice lotus, or being dispersed by the ice dust before it fell, it all converged on the snow sword in Xiao Yu's right hand.

Xiao Yu held a huge snow sword with a foot of twenty zhang in his hand,

Xiao Yu swung his sword at the ice lotus in front of him, and the sword fell like a force splitting Huashan.

A crack first appeared on the ice lotus, and then the crack began to spread like a spider's web, and Bingchen's face changed suddenly, and he shot away.

The next moment.

The ice lotus shattered, shattered into ice chips in the sky, and the lake behind it was split open by a sword, and a ravine of nearly 100 zhang appeared in the rumbling sound, revealing the sand and stones at the bottom of the lake.

Qingye, who stayed in the pavilion, raised his forehead and sighed: "The sleeping lake of the real person." ”

Xiao Yu broke through the ice lotus with a sword, but before he could collect the sword, the ice dust appeared beside Xiao Yu like a ghost, and the ice sword in his hand stabbed Xiao Yu's heart.

Xiao Yu snorted coldly, stood in place and did not dodge or dodge, his left hand, which had never held the sword, soared, turned into Yuan Tu, and grabbed Bingchen head.

Xiao Yu, who has the body of King Kong and the immortal demon, is the least afraid of exchanging his life with others.

Qingye can no longer stand idly by, it is a great sin to hurt either of the two, if the two of them are allowed to lose, Qingye, who is a bystander, will be charged with a big crime, although she will not be invited to the Demon Suppression Hall where everyone talks about it, but she also has to go to the Punishment Division.

But now no matter which one of the two of them is, she is not an opponent, let alone talk about the separation of the two? Just when Qingye was about to make a move, a figure had already floated in.

One palm and one kick.

One palm slapped on Bingchen's forehead, and the other kicked Xiao Yu's lower abdomen.

In an instant, Xiao Yu and Bingchen had been completely separated.

An old Taoist who looked sloppy appeared between the two and said, "This courtyard is the treasure of the elder brother, and you can't afford to pay for it." ”

In the Daoist Sect, there are many disciples of the Dust Generation, such as the Seven Veins Peak Lord, Tianshu Peak Lord Qingchen, Tianxuan Peak Lord Wuchen, Tianji Peak Lord Xichen, Tianquan Peak Lord Weichen, Yuheng Peak Lord Yuchen, Kaiyang Peak Lord Tianchen, Shaguang Peak Lord Qingchen, as well as idle elders such as Bingchen and Sun Deruo, and there are also Daoist outcasts like Luo Chen, who have empty seniority and are not worth mentioning.

Among them, there is an unwritten rule that only the disciples of the same generation who hold great power can call the master brother in charge, and the rest can only be honored as the real person in charge.

The person who came to applaud the teacher brother was the main Xichen of Tianji Peak.

Xiao Yu, who landed on the south bank of Sleeping Lake after being separated, calmly saluted, "Xiao Yu has seen Xichen Zhenren. ”

Bingchen, who was standing on the north shore of Sleepian Lake, had a somewhat ugly face, but he still dispersed the ice sword in his hand and saluted, "Senior Brother Xichen." ”

Qingye, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the pavilion and said in the same way: "I've seen Uncle Xichen." ”

Xichen Daoist didn't speak, but looked to the side of the door, and said softly: "Weichen, don't hide your head and tail all day long, pretend to be a master who sees the head and the tail of the dragon." ”

Xichen's voice fell, the snow was still falling, and the door was silent.

Xichen snorted, and a few falling snowflakes suddenly froze, and by reaching out and grabbing them, these snowflakes exploded, but they stood still when they were halfway through the explosion, and then gently brushed them, maintaining an explosive state like a snow-lotus snow shooting to the side of the door.

A Taoist with a clear face and three long strands of hair on his chest appeared leisurely at the entrance of the courtyard, and there were still a little snow marks on the sleeves of the wide black robe, as if a few snowballs had been thrown on his body by a naughty boy. He reached out and patted the snow marks off the sleeve of his robe and paced into the courtyard. With each step, a circle of invisible vitality swept away with the center of his foothold.

Xichen's crumpled robes were blown and whirled.

Xiao Yu, who was standing not far from Xichen's side, was forced to take ten steps back by the invisible qi machine that rushed in front of him, leaving a clear footprint on the ground with each step.

The Immortal Just walked forward, and without seeing any other movements, it was enough to make Xiao Yu, who was comparable to a celestial, retreat again and again.

This Tianji Peak Lord Xichen, who didn't look like a vein peak master, stood still, and it was only a breeze blowing on his face for this mountain-like qi machine.

Behind Xichen, the surface of the sleeping lake was also completely calm, and there was not a trace of ripples.

Xichen pointed out: "Back then, the little junior brother accidentally steamed the sleeping lake of the senior brother in charge, but he was hung on the top of Mogan Peak for three days and three nights. ”

The middle-aged Taoist who was not like a mortal in terms of bearing, appearance, and cultivation stopped and said with a smile: "The young spirit of the year." ”

Without seeing how he moved, everything around him began to look like a replay, the snow left over from Xiao Yuxue's sword rose back into the air, and the broken ice lotus debris turned into a trickle, flowing back into the sleeping lake.

In a few moments, the Sect Leader has been restored to its original state.

It's not going back in time, but in this meantime, every thing and every movement is just a matter of the free immortals.

The Tianquan Peak Lord, who had taught Xiao Yu the magical powers in his sleeve, smiled: "I just want to find Xiao Yu's little friend." ”

Xichen said calmly: "Weichen, although you and I have worked together for so many years, we have not had a good relationship. ”

Senior Brother Xichen said seriously. ”

The smile on Weichen's face gradually faded, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

Xichen sneered and took a step forward.

It was this step that once broke through the great lotus array.

The qi engines of the two collided together, and then spread, making Xiao Yu take three more steps back.

"Why do the two senior brothers do this?"

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind the dust, slightly vicissitudes.

The person who came was white-haired and white-bearded, and looked like he was old enough, among the great real people of the Taoist Sect, there was a big difference in appearance, the real person of Weichen looked only forty years old, and the real person of Yuchen was younger, but he was in his thirties. As for Xichen, Qingchen, and even the true people of the Sect Leader, they all have the faces of the age of the sixtieth century, but the dustless real person who fell into the realm and the real person who shook the light peak at the bottom of the ranking Qingchen real person looked the oldest.

Xichen stands in front of the motes, and Qingchen stands behind the motes. The dust caught in the middle is slightly discolored.

Just when the dust was in a dilemma, a little Taoist boy appeared at the door silently interrupted the confrontation between the three of them, and the little Taoist boy who looked like he was only seven or eight years old saluted the three peak masters, and then learned to teach the real person's tone, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "The three peak masters, the master of the sect has decreed, since the three junior brothers have come to my Tianfeng, please go to the main hall." ”

The three Dao Sect Peak Masters glanced at each other, and they all retracted their qi in unison, and said with low eyebrows: "Obey the edict of the master." ”

It wasn't until the three peak masters and the little dao boy had all left that Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, when the four of them arrived, he didn't even know it.

Xiao Yu glanced at Bingchen and Qingye not far away again, inexplicably felt annoyed, snorted coldly, and forcibly suppressed it, Xiao Yu calmly looked in the direction of the main peak of Dutian Peak, and said calmly: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." ”