The giant sword that accelerated down was like a torrential rainstorm, and there were countless sword lights around it, which was extremely mysterious. As the piercing screams gradually approached, the demon hunters and Jin Wuwei in the square were all shocked in their hearts and retreated one after another.

This sword seemed to be able to split the entire square in half.

At this moment, Nangong Yanjun has already gained the upper hand.

Not to be outdone, the fox fur man stood up, holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, quickly changing his sword momentum and performing his strongest move.

Immediately, the space around him began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon condensed into a huge ice Jiao, which was lying on its back, majestic, and wrapped him tightly.

There is a record in "Yishanhe Southern Territory": "Five hundred years into a dragon, a thousand years into a dragon, another five hundred years into a horned dragon, and a thousand years into a dragon." ”

It's a python.

When the fox fur man fought with Dian Kui before, he once fought with a giant python, and now the python has turned into a dragon.

Nangong Yanjun held the "Yan Nu" in his hand, and with a swing of the sword, the giant sword immediately became a few points faster.

The roar of the ice Jiao made the entire Chengtianmen Square much colder, as if winter had arrived.

The greatsword was falling rapidly, and the ice Jiao was roaring with its head up.

The final battle between two Tsukiji monks who practice kendo is coming.

The people around them all held their voices, their eyes were full of attention, and their eyes were blazing, just because such a wonderful and fierce monk fighting method was the first time in the Jade Capital City.

After a loud bang, an extremely dazzling light erupted, and then countless snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, but before they could hit the ground, they had already disappeared.

Nangong Yanjun took three steps back and returned to the same place, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't take out the sword again, the three swords he said were the three swords, so no more, no less, just right.

Nangong Yanjun put away the sword and returned it to its sheath, saluted the man in the fox fur, and said loudly: "It's really a blessing to see the swordsmanship of Daoist friends today. My generation of sword cultivation should pursue the extreme realm of the way of the sword, and ask the Sword Heaven Sword Pavilion. I have been cultivating swords for 40 years, and at the age of 20 I realized the first sword Qingzhu, ten years later I got the second sword Xuanfu, and then twenty years later I got the third sword Xizhaoyue, and I think that I have achieved a small success in the way of the sword. Today, I fought with my fellow Daoists, and I knew that the way of the sword was like an abyss, and I should walk on thin ice. What Daoist friends do today, Nangong Yanjun will no longer block it, and Daoist friends will be at their own convenience. ”

When everyone on the city wall heard such a big rebellious remark, they were all shocked, especially a purple-robed official, whose face was like dust, and he shouted angrily:

"Nangong Yanjun, what do you want?"

Nangong Yanjun said loudly to the man on the city wall: "Lord Lu, what is the peak of the sword path? Nangong Yanjun wanted to try it on the climb. ”

Lu Baixiang's eyes widened angrily, and he scolded: "Nangong Yanjun, if you dare to act so perversely, aren't you afraid of implicating the Demon Hunting Division?" ”

"Lord Lu, Qi Shoufu, this matter has nothing to do with the Demon Hunting Division, it is the intention of my Nangong Yanjun alone, if the master of the lawsuit knows, he will definitely understand." Nangong Yanjun was not afraid, nor did he care, and laughed wantonly:

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you groan and walk slowly."

A thought was born, and the famous sword "Yan Nu" also had a sense, clanging, Nangong Yan was stunned and the sword flew fast, accompanied by sword qi rushing to the stars, and the light of the sun rainbow, disappeared in the night sky of Yujing City in the blink of an eye.

The man in the fox fur took the dim yellow paper umbrella with cracks, carried it on his back, glanced in the direction where Nangong Yanjun had disappeared, and then raised the ice sword again and walked towards Gu Baimen.

Xu Jijia supported the pawn and asked, "Senior brother, can you fight again?" ”

Dian Kui grinned, spat out a mouthful of blood, held the thunder fire heaven-shaking halberd tightly in his right hand, and said:

"Senior sister, rest assured, I have rough skin and thick meat, and I still have the strength to fight."

Gu Baimen stood beside the fox fur man and asked with a worried face, "Brother Chen, are you okay?" ”

The fox fur man's eyes were slightly dim, but there was a faint crimson on his frost-like face, and he said:

"Miss Gu, Qingshu is fine, but I failed to take down the tyrant's head today, and I am afraid that there will be no chance in the future."

The fox man's name is Chen Qingshu, and he is a small Taoist priest in the Yunji Temple of Qingluan Mountain in Munan Mansion. Because Munan Mansion is only a thousand miles away from the millions of mountains in the south, Buddhism is already prevalent, and a new temple has been built on Qingluan Mountain, which has led to the dismal and gradual decline of Yunjiguan incense.

In the summer of that year, Gu Baimen, who was in the prime of his cardamom years, followed his father up the mountain to worship the Buddha.

There is only an old Taoist priest with a little Taoist priest in the dilapidated Yunji Temple, the old Taoist priest lies on a peach tree in the courtyard and lazily bathes in the sun, while the little Taoist priest is practicing the sword seriously under the tree, practicing well, and his eyes are focused.

The innocent girl walked into the courtyard, pouted and said, "Little Taoist, aren't you hot?" ”

The little Taoist priest who had never seen outsiders, especially a fairy-like girl in a pale pink dress, suddenly blushed, and replied in a shy whisper:

"I'm not hot!"

The girl saw that his face was flushed and sweating like rain, but she didn't admit it, so she immediately said with a serious face: "Little Taoist, there are a few mistakes in your swordsmanship."

The little Taoist priest stood still, at a loss!

It's obvious that I'm practicing according to what my master taught, how could I be wrong?

The girl put her hands behind her back and playfully walked on the bamboo chair under the peach tree and sat down. The peach is fluttering, and the still shadow and agarwood are shallow; A few delicate faces, reflecting a little light and elegant.

The little Taoist priest asked shamefully: "Female donor, I don't know where the poor Dao is practicing wrong?"

The girl pinched a piece of peach blossom in her fingertips, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "If you call me sister, I will tell you."

The little Taoist priest was stunned, and he subconsciously looked up at the figure on the peach tree.

The girl gently blew the petals on her fingertips, and the petals drew a graceful arc in the air and slowly fell to the ground.

The girl looked at the little Taoist's cramped appearance and smiled: "Hehe! Stupid, I lied to you! ”

Master once said to him, "Disciple, the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and the more beautiful the woman, the more she can deceive people!"

The little Taoist priest couldn't help but think in his heart: Sure enough, this is also a little tiger.

The girl in a pale pink dress smiled like a flower, the flowers on the trees were fluttering, the red and pink Qing'e reflected Chu Yun, and the peach blossoms immediately pomegranate skirt.

That year, the little Taoist priest was thirteen years old, and the girl was twelve years old.

Chen Qingshu looked up, the dark clouds that had been dispersed by Nangong Yan's sword three gathered again, slowly approaching the full moon, he took off the yellow paper umbrella, handed it to Gu Baimen, and said:

"Miss Gu, this is before going down the mountain, Master handed it over to Qingshu, please bring it back to Yunjiguan and tell Master, Qingshu has caused trouble to his old man again."

It is quite sad to explain what happened after death.

Gu Baimen's eyes suddenly moistened, and he said angrily: "I don't want it, if you want to give it, Brother Chen, you will give it yourself."

Chen Qingshu stretched out his hand and stroked Gu Baimen's hair extremely gently, with a sense of shame still on his face.

He continued: "Your father once told me that you are my Zen, and you can't participate in it, but I am not a Buddhist, and I don't need to participate in Zen. I am Chen Qingshu, the eleventh generation disciple of Qingluan Mountain Yunjiguan. ”

The dark clouds had obscured most of the moon. After Chen Qingshu finished speaking, he hugged Gu Baimen's waist and flew away in the southwest direction.

There, it was the retreat they had planned.

Chen Qingshu put Gu Baimen down gently, and finally mustered up the courage to say the sentence that he had always wanted to say but didn't dare to say:

"Gu Baimen, you must not forget, my name is Chen Qingshu, and I am your brother Chen."

Gu Baimen burst into tears!

The two captains of Wei Qiansi chased and killed, Chen Qingshu blocked Gu Baimen behind him, raised his sword, and a cold sword aura swept out, Xu Ji took out his sword, Dian Kui waved his halberd, and stopped for a moment.

Chen Qingshu snorted in a low voice: "Gu Baimen, go quickly, you must live well!"

Gu Baimen looked at Chen Qingshu's resolute back, and he was already in tears.

Chen Qingshu never dared to look back at her again, because he knew that he couldn't leave, and Nangong Yanjun's sword three had already shattered his internal organs.

If it weren't for that yellow paper umbrella, he probably wouldn't have been able to catch the other party's third sword.

Chen Qingshu muttered: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly." Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? ”

Qingluan Mountain, Yun Jiguan, Master, Gu Baimen, see you in the next life!

Chen Qingshu began to run in small steps, and after about six or seven steps, his hands and feet suddenly exerted force, and he jumped up, and the cold and faint ice sword was like a bamboo, and it slammed into the ground.

The cold air dispersed and condensed into frost, and countless ice crystals protruded from the ground, forming a wall of ice of all sizes, isolating Gu Baimen from behind, and at the same time blocking the way forward for Xu Ji and Dian Kui.

In the center of the ice wall, there is a handsome man in a fox fur, who holds the hilt of his sword in both hands and kneels on one knee.

As far as the eye could see, there was the Qiongcao Tower that had been reduced to ashes.

He closed his eyes and smiled, with great pleasure.

In the Qintianjian Star Picking Tower, Zhao Fuyao, who was talking with the distinguished man who was an uninvited guest, suddenly stepped out, his figure flashed, and he came to the sky above Chengtianmen in an instant, and said to Qi Shangzhen on the city wall:

"Master Qi, after this person is an old man of Lao Dao, can you give Lao Dao a thin face and hand him over to Lao Dao to take away?"

The vertical arch hall on the west side of the Changning Hall is the place where the great dry saints approve and read the folds on weekdays.

"Sage, Gu Baimen has escaped." At this time, in the vertical arch hall, the first assistant Qi Shangzhen knelt in front of the imperial case, and carefully continued:

"The national teacher just appeared and said that the man holding the umbrella was one of his juniors and had taken him away."

When the Great Dry Sage heard this, he was shocked, and then he was furious, with monstrous murderous intent in his eyes, and said:

"Qi Shangzhen, send a decree to Lu Shengxiang and Shangguan Jinghong, and send me to investigate, I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. The Wei Qiansi, Jingzhao Mansion, and the Demon Hunting Division were all dispatched, even if they turned the Yujing City upside down, they would bring Gu Baimen back to me. ”

As for the man holding the umbrella, the Great Dry Sage didn't say a word.