Behind the old servant, Yonghuan carried a spear on his back and stared at Bai Weiming.

It was a gaze without a trace of emotion, and there was only a sky-high battle intent in his eyes.

Bai Weiming groaned, smiled and nodded, "It's okay, verify this body." ”

Yonghuan didn't say a word, turned around and left.

"Come under the big locust tree in the village."

Bai Weiming frowned, returned his sword to his sheath, and followed.

On the way, Yunchen quietly used the gas machine to transmit the voice, "Brother Bai, when we watched him practice guns, he only had mud pills..."

Bai Weiming nodded solemnly, "What kind of forbidden technique did he use to forcibly improve his cultivation, and the forbidden technique with this effect is generally very expensive, either burning Shouyuan, or, burning essence and blood... Or, both..."

"And..."Bai Weiming shook his head, "I can't see a trace of emotion in his marksmanship, only a bone-chilling cold... There is such a situation, either a murder machine that has been trained by man, or..."

"There's a monstrous hatred..."

……

In the village, under the big locust tree.

Although it is almost autumn, the leaves of the locust tree are still verdant. The branches of the ancient trees are coiled and tied, and there is an indescribable sense of vigor and heaviness.

Seven or eight stone benches under the tree, two stone tables, is the favorite place for the elderly to go on weekdays, three long and two short words are commonplace, recalling the past eventful years, always sighing.

……

The two stood opposite each other, their clothes rising without wind.

One in white and one in black.

One is gentle and elegant, and the other is as cold as ice.

A sword, a shot.

"White is famous." Bai Weiming bowed his hand slightly.

"Yonghuan." Yonghuan nodded.

The long sword is out of the sheath, and the name of the sword is too easy; The spear is in the world, and the name of the gun is Shura.

Shura gun? Bai Weiming narrowed his eyes.

On the Shura gun, ten thousand souls wailed.

It is rumored that this gun is the companion gun of the ancient Shu gun demon in the past, and it was once as famous as the immortal spear of the gun emperor Wang Yu.

It's just that the gun demon is tyrannical and has a perverse temperament, and once slaughtered the people of the city for a meal, and was later besieged to death by several top masters of Gu Shu, and the Shura gun also fell into the hands of the Gu Shu royal family. And the king of ancient Shu is surnamed Yong.

……

The identity of that Yonghuan......

Bai Weiming pressed the huge waves in his heart to stabilize his mind.

"Please."

"Let's fight!"

"It's too easy, the sword rises!" The Taiyi Sword emitted a soft pale blue glow.

"Shura, Hanmang!" Yonghuan shouted angrily and came with a gun.

The first type of cold mang, with extreme sharpness and indomitable determination, in order to make the opponent's heart tremble, and be cowardly without fighting.

But the name of white is not a person, the heart is as calm as water, and the waves are not alarmed.

"It's easy, it's easy to make it easy!" The swordsmanship is like flowing water, resisting the domineering momentum of the spear.

The body of the gun collided with the tip of the sword, and there was the sound of Jin Ge's iron roar.

The two of them each took three steps back, and they were evenly divided.

"It's too easy, I don't know what to do!" White is a burst of fame, and the sword is one, such as entering the realm of selflessness.

Yonghuan took three more steps back, not panicking at all, and when the long sword approached, the spear body swirled.

"Shura, thunder!"

This shot, pay attention to the ultimate speed, and strike backward.

The gun is like thunder, shining brightly.

Bai Weiming's complexion changed, and his swordsmanship changed again.

"It's too easy, the water is windy!"

The sword is as agile as water, as light as the wind.

Although the thunder was fast, it was finally blocked by heavy water and wind.

I saw Bai Weiming suddenly put his sword into the sheath, and then slashed suddenly,

"It's too easy, hide the sword!"

Countless sword qi were in full swing.

Yonghuan's face changed drastically, and he flew up and raised his spear.

"Moon!" The spear moves, like a copper wall, impregnable.

"Bang!" The sword qi collided with the spear edge.

Yong Huan spurted out a mouthful of blood and staggered back a few steps.

On the other hand, in the name of white, he danced a sword flower, free and easy.

"Huh?" The Taiyi Sword suddenly unsheathed on its own, trembling slightly.

"Too easy to warn?" Bai Weiming raised his head suddenly, only to see Yonghuan not far away with a spear and a pestle, his hair masked, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, like a fierce beast scribbling blood, which made people shudder.

Bai Weiming held the sword in his backhand, and the gas engine was running at full capacity.

The two stared at each other, deadlocked. But they all know that the calm before the storm will not last long.

The wind, stopped. The ground is quiet.

Suddenly, both of them felt something.

Yonghuan roared in a low voice, his whole body was flushed with blood red, and the qi in his body began to flow backwards.

"Shura, cut off the sky!"

The afterimage flashed by, only to feel the wailing of thousands of unjust souls, dragging people into the infernal hell.

Bai Weiming was shocked in his heart, this shot moved with killing intent.

"Tai Chi, Liangyi, Yu!" Bai Weiming thrust the Taiyi sword into the ground.

Qi and machine collided, Bai Weiming's long sword came out of his hand, took a few steps back, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. And Yonghuan directly threw someone to the ground with a gun, and it was a mouthful of blood.

Bai Weiming looked at his white hands, full of horror.

With just such a moment's effort, how could his qi cultivation improve so much?

Yonghuan slowly got up again, grabbed the Shura gun, and the gas engine began to boil.

"Yonghuan, this is a competition, your shot is out, you have to divide life and death!" The old servant stepped forward and snatched Yonghuan's gun.

"What a speed!" Bai Weiming looked away, but he didn't think that a mediocre old man with a clumsy personality actually had at least four realms of cultivation.

Yonghuan's face struggled for a long time, and gradually regained his clarity.

He picked up the gun coldly and turned to leave.

Bai Weiming looked at the back of Yonghuan leaving, with a complicated expression.

He can expect that if one day, Yonghuan leaves the village, the world will set off another bloody storm.

………

However, it should be said or not, this battle did make him understand the shortcomings of his body and have a lot of understanding.

……

On this day, the sun was shining and the sky was clear.

Nothing seems to have changed, but everything seems to have changed a little.

Bai Weiming sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression was serene.

The aura around him was surging rapidly, forming a cyclone around him.

If you look closely, there are three places in Bai Weiming's body where the flow of qi is most obvious.

That's, three Xuanfu!

White is the name, worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Weiming slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, it was as if heaven and earth were in shock.

The gas engine is more restrained, but it is also more hidden.

And Yunchen's perception of Bai Weiming also changed at that moment.

If the original white name is a towering tree, although it is thick, it is still a little fragile; The current white name is like a hill, indestructible by wind and rain.

This is a metamorphosis of the life level.

"The Tao is good, the very way, the name is famous, the name is not famous." White is the name and looks up to the sky.

Just like the Taoist in the private school.

The great disciple of the Dao Palace, Bai is famous.

Enter the Xuanfu.

The capital, the imperial study.

Huangfu Han and Tan Wu are playing against each other.

"Tan Wu, those monks are going to kill demons..."

"Your Majesty, according to the concerts of officials from all over the country, the demons are not as powerful as imagined, but they are just ......" It was obviously a good thing, but Tan Wudi did not show the slightest joy on his face.

"Just what?" Huangfu glanced coldly.

"Your Majesty," Tan Wu suddenly knelt on the ground with a "poof", "It's just that those demons don't know why, they will explode themselves after death, and the black gas emitted... He has slain the people of the three cities..."

"Boom~" Huangfu Han flipped the chessboard, "What are these Buddhist disciples going to do?" ”

"Your Majesty means... What do the people of Buddhism know? ”

"You go down first, I'm a little tired." Huangfu Han waved his hand.

……

"Your Majesty, there is a secret report from the front." At this moment, a masked shadow man in the dark handed a letter and knelt on the ground.

Huang Fuhan saw the blood stains on the letter, and he had a sense of foreboding.

When he opened the letter, his brain went blank and he sat down on the dragon chair.

"Yue Quanhuan, the deputy commander of Qinglongwei, when the White Tiger made the deputy commander Yan Jingevil routinely lead the troops to patrol, he suddenly encountered the Northern Wei Army God Beitang Phantom, and all the cavalry led by him were killed, Yan Jingevil was seriously injured and returned, Yue Quanhuan... I don't know if I live or die..."