At the easternmost end of the estuary of the river, there is a petite island, on which there is nothing but a few fishermen's views. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info With the start of the war between Jiangnan and Jiangbei, the few remaining families on the island are gone, and this place has become a real uninhabited desert island.

In the center of the island is a turquoise hillock, where a Taoist sits cross-legged. The Taoist is handsome and elegant, with a dusty appearance, and three strands of long hair on his chest, and more three-point immortal wind bones. In all fairness, if the Taoist does not wear this black robe, but changes to a white brocade robe, it is a proper Jiangnan Qing talk about the morale.

He had been sitting here for a long time, witnessing the appearance of the Linglong Pagoda with his own eyes, and also seeing the purple qi in the sky and the golden body of Zhangliu, even if he himself was one of the top cultivators in the world, his heart could not help but sway.

This battle is not said to be unprecedented, but it can be called the pinnacle of the war in the past five hundred years. This is no longer a battle between two people or two sects, but a battle that involves the entire cultivation world and the entire world, and the winner will have the world, and the loser will have nothing.

He Weichen is in it, and he is just a chess piece, and this time there is no detached chess player, everyone has already entered the game in person, and they are all chess pieces.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with slightly frost-white temples walked up to the hill, plain white brocade clothes, shoes as white as white lotus, and three strands of long hair, which can vaguely be seen in the young Yushu Linfeng, even if he is old now, the charm has not diminished back then, and he is still enough to make a woman fall in love at first sight.

He stood not far behind Weichen, his voice was mellow, and he slowly spoke: "Da Zhenren, it's been a long time. ”

Weichen didn't turn his head, and said softly: "Poor Dao is also the name of Mr. Xu for a long time. ”

The middle-aged man laughed.

Not long ago, he hadn't set foot in the realm of leisure, he was just a half-step realm that couldn't go up or down, where could he get into the eyes of the great real person of Weichen? It's just that there are many adventures in the world, since Xiao Yu can go from a mortal to a free-spirited realm that defeats Xiao Lie in just seven years, then he can also ascend to the sky in just half a year, ranking tenth on the Heavenly Machine List.

In order to help him reach the top of the Freedom Realm, Fu Chen almost exhausted the incense power he had accumulated over the years, and Xu Hongru saw with his own eyes that more than two dozen statues that were originally restrained by divine light turned into a cloud of dust in front of him.

The middle-aged man who was above 10,000 people in the White Lotus Sect smiled and said, "I don't want to come here to sit here for a long time to talk nonsense with someone Xu, in the end, I still have to do it." ”

Weichen smiled: "Exactly. ”

Xu Hongru spread out his right hand, and there was a white lotus in his palm that was slowly blooming.

There is a Buddha country in the palm of your hand, and the Buddha country is your hometown.

The dust stood up, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he covered the sky and the sun.

There is Qiankun in the sleeve, and Qiankun contains the world.

At this moment, time seems to become frozen, and everything around is like a dream bubble, hazy, vague, and unreal.

If anyone is outside, they will find that the whole island has completely disappeared, only the rushing river, leaving no trace, the island seems to never exist.

Weichen and Xu Hongru entered a mysterious state that was transcendent in the world.

The island is still the same island, but the area around the island is no longer a surging river, but an invisible and unknowable chaos.

The dust is still the dust, Xu Hongru is still Xu Hongru, but the two of them have lost most of their cultivation, only about the cultivation of the Void Netherworld Realm, and their physique is even more like that of ordinary people.

Xu Hongru smiled and said: "The great real person has set foot in the realm of freedom for many years, and it is through the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and there are countless magic weapons on his body, and he is afraid that he is not an opponent in terms of cultivation alone, so he thought of this trick, and used the cultivation of you and me to build this small world, each of them only has a few cultivations, and the rest is by their own means, life and death, as long as one of them dies, the other can leave." ”

The mote fell silent.

He didn't expect Xu Hongru to have such a mysterious method, and he actually used the Buddha Kingdom in his palm as bait to lure himself to make a move, causing a stalemate in the cultivation of all the two of them.

Xu Hongru bowed his hand and said softly: "Then please." ”

When the words fell, Xu Hongru stepped a little, and his figure retreated backwards like a fluttering leaf.

After a little thought, the dust sped down a rugged trail.

Under the mountain is a dense bamboo forest, the dust into the bamboo forest, bend the fingers and flick, break seven green bamboos in a row, and then use two fingers as a knife, cut the seven green bamboos into seven emerald green bamboo swords, and use the fingers as a pen, carve the talisman seal on the bamboo sword, it took more than an hour to finish the work.

Weichen carried all the seven bamboo swords on his back and slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.

Beyond the bamboo forest is a pond with no end in sight, and the pond is full of white lotuses, layered on top of each other, as if the sky is connected to the earth.

The dust snorted, and there was no surprise at all. Since Xu Hongru dared to fight to the death in this way, he naturally had an unknown leader, and this was the case with the white lotus pond in front of him.

Weichen pulled out a bamboo sword from his back with his backhand, his body fluttered, and he jumped straight into the pond, stepping on the lotus step by step.

When Weichen stepped to the seventh step, the white lotus under his feet suddenly exploded, and Xu Hongru, who was hiding underneath, slapped out with both palms.

Weichen's face remained unchanged, and the bamboo sword in his hand stabbed Xu Hongru's eyebrows.

Without any temptation, the battle was a battle of life and death.

The bamboo sword pierced into Xu Hongru's eyebrows, and Xu Hongru's palms also slapped on Weichen's chest.

The dust figure kept retreating, knocking down countless white lotuses, and his feet made two ripples on the water.

Xu Hongru's figure did not move at all, and disappeared into the vast white lotus again.

Weichen stood still, tiptoed a little, landed on a white lotus not far away, and looked around.

The next moment, the bamboo sword in Weichen's hand shot out, blasting a white lotus to pieces, causing Xu Hongru to appear in his field of vision.

The white lotus under his feet suddenly floated towards Xu Hongru, and a second bamboo sword appeared in his hand, and a sword slashed horizontally.

Xu Hongru took a step in a millimeter, which was worthy of a sword.

Weichen never turned around, and directly made a backhand sword.

The bamboo sword brought up the whistling wind and slashed hard at Xu Hongru's chest, making a sonorous sound.

This sword is the Da Geng Kanxuan sword technique practiced by Weichen when he first entered the Dao Gate.

Xu Hongru returned a palm at the same time as the sword.

This palm also has a name, called the six-phase compassion palm, which is the introductory palm of Buddhist monks and soldiers.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

In the next incense stick time, the two free-spirited immortals were like worldly martial artists, fighting three times, regardless of victory or defeat.

Weichen destroyed four bamboo swords, and Xu Hongru also had four more wounds on his body.