Zhou Qingdui's heart throbbed slightly, and he subconsciously turned around, and the strange black qi that was a little more powerful than what he had encountered before instantly entered his eyes.

Tear and pull!

A sword qi flew from Zhou Qingdu's hand and slashed towards the strange black qi!

However, this time, this strange black qi was completely different from before, and after being split by Zhou Qingdu's sword, it slowly condensed together and continued to attack in his direction.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingdui's face condensed slightly, and the long sword behind him that had not been unsheathed for a long time was instantly unsheathed, and with the movement of his fingers, the long sword turned into a sword light and instantly suspended in front of Zhou Qingdui's fingers.

Zhou Qingdui thought slightly: "A sword, cross the hardship." ”

As the words fell, Zhou Qingwan raised a hand and pointed at the sword at the center of his eyebrows, and a golden lotus phantom instantly appeared.

Then, countless golden lights converged on the body of the Burial Immortal Sword, and slashed towards the oncoming black qi.

But Zhou Qingdui turned his finger slightly, and the golden light that gathered on the body of the Burial Immortal Sword instantly detached, and then converged into a golden sword nailed to kill the black qi.

And the Burial Immortal Sword stopped like that.

This golden sword condensed by golden light is the golden lotus phantom from the center of Zhou Qingdu's eyebrows, which contains the supreme Dharma left by the old sage.

In Zhou Qingdu's expectation, Buddhism should be even more effective for such strange things.

Therefore, after the previous sword qi had no effect on this black qi, Zhou Qingwan gave up directly using the sword as a medium to fight the enemy, and tried the effect of this Buddha light on this black qi.

I saw that the golden sword formed by the convergence of the Buddha's light actually nailed the strange black qi to the ground in an instant, motionless.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingwan relaxed slightly.

But the strange black qi was not crushed by the sword qi, but was still surging on the ground.

So, Zhou Qingdui stepped on the sword qi and slowly fell to the ground, staring at the strange black qi that had never dissipated.

But at this time, the vision protruded!

I saw that the strange black gas was constantly emitting a strange laugh like a baby, and then it was constantly condensing and changing, and finally it seemed to become a real "baby".

The strange "baby" was as if he had seen some kind of food, holding the golden sword formed by the Buddha's light and began to nibble on it. From the tip of the sword, the golden sword began to slowly be devoured.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingdu's heart was also a little trembling.

This thing doesn't seem to be the same as the previous black gas at all!

However, Zhou Qingwan did not immediately stop it, but stared quietly. He wanted to see what kind of changes would happen to this thing after eating this Buddha light!

......

In the eternal void, a towering tree, towering and tall, is rooted in the origin of this world.

A green shirt with a sword in his hand stood under the tree, his eyes closed and he was silent.

On top of its young face, there was a head of white hair, as if it had been standing here for countless years.

The shoulder-length white hair seemed to be the wind and frost accumulated over countless years.

Under the tree, there is a river, which is like a realm, endless, as if connecting to a certain world.

A vague figure walked from the end of the river, slow but fast.

Every step made the sky tremble.

Getting closer.

The Qingyi Sword Cultivator seemed to sense that someone was coming here, and slowly opened his eyes, indifferently looking at the "blurred" figure that was becoming clearer and clearer.

When the blurred figure finally walked under the tree, a white dress appeared, and his temples were white.

Confucianism in white.

And with the arrival of the white-clothed Confucian scholar, on top of the towering tree, a verdant green leaf slowly fell on its shoulder.

The white-clothed Confucian didn't care about this green leaf, but raised his head to look at the green-shirted sword cultivator, and slowly spoke: "Have you ever been tired for so many years?" ”

Qingyi Jian Xiu shook his head and did not speak, his eyes were still indifferent.

It seems that everything in this world has long been unable to make a splash in his heart.

The white-clothed Confucian looked at the indifferent face and smiled: "It seems that your guy's real body is indeed very different from your scattered doppelganger personality!" Yes, where can they appreciate what you're experiencing? ”

"You've come all the way to talk about this?" Qingyi Jian Xiu frowned, obviously not wanting to deal with the person in front of him.

The white-clothed Confucian man restrained his smile and said solemnly: "Your apprentice, now that he has come into contact with strange things in advance, is it your hand?" ”

"Can you stop asking brainless questions?" Qingyi Jian Xiu was a little unlucky.

Except for leaving a clone, this green-shirted sword cultivator has never used any other way to change his "apprentice". And these, this white-clothed Confucian is probably clearer, except for the green-shirted sword cultivator in heaven and earth, no one can know better than the white-clothed Confucian priest.

Hearing this, the white-clothed Confucian seemed to have a clear answer, turned to look at a certain place in the void, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It seems that someone from the demon clan has noticed it, it is a good thing that your apprentice is obsessed with the word love, but he is so impulsive, he dares to break into the demon clan that the human race regards as a forbidden land, and he does have the style of you back then." ”

As he spoke, the white-clothed Confucian smiled again: "If he can let go of the distractions in his heart like you and live only for the sword in his hand, I'm afraid it will be even more boring." ”

Qingyi Jian Xiu's face was expressionless, and he didn't say anything.

The white-clothed Confucian took off the leaves on his shoulders, put them in the palm of his hand, turned his head to look at the Qingyi Jian Xiu, and said softly, "What do you think of him?" ”

"Just practice your sword well." Qingyi Jian Xiu replied softly.

The white-clothed Confucian man smiled dumbly, but soon his face became a little complicated: "If one day, he knows these things that should not be imposed on him, he will blame us." ”

Qingyi Jian Xiu sneered: "The so-called plans of your Confucianism have nothing to do with me, I promised that thing back then, it was for the sake of the Great Dao, and it was already benevolent and righteous." ”

"If I could go to the next level, I could do it without him coming! What's more, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in any destiny! Since I took him as an apprentice, there are some things that should still be done by an old fellow like me! Imposing these responsibilities on a child is what you call righteousness? Tsing Yi Jian Xiu paused and continued to speak.

Between the words, there is a sense of confidence in the sword in his hand.

Every word fell, and there seemed to be a supreme sword intent surging in this void.

Seeing this, the white-clothed Confucian knew that he really couldn't communicate with this guy, and after a sigh, he slowly walked towards the long river.

As he walked, the white-clothed Confucian man's gaze locked on a certain place and threw the leaf down.

In a moment, the figure of this ancient Confucian disappeared at the end of the long river.

The Qingyi Sword Cultivator just glanced at the figure of the Confucian scholar, even if there was some complexity in his heart, he would not open his mouth after all.

After the figure of the white-clothed Confucian completely disappeared into the void, another figure appeared on the long river.

It was an old man with a smoking gun.

......

The scene in front of him completely surprised Zhou Qingdu.

I saw that after the strange "baby" completely devoured the golden sword, its body size skyrocketed several times, and its aura became a little stronger.

And at this time, Zhou Qingwan was no longer indifferent, a sword qi condensed in his hand, raised his arm high, and slashed down with a sword!

After the sword light is crossed,

That strange black qi no longer appeared in front of his eyes, and just when Zhou Qingdui was puzzled, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The strange "baby" laughed and flew towards the woman in the purple dress, and in a moment, it was already in front of the woman in the purple dress.

At this time, the mysterious woman in the purple dress still failed to wake up.

Zhou Qingdu's face was slightly condensed, his body moved, and he instantly came to the woman in the purple skirt, and held the burial fairy sword in his hand in front of him to block the strange "baby".

The strange thing is that the strange "baby" did not step forward again after seeing the burial fairy sword.

It looked at the long sword with some fear in its eyes, and retreated, but it seemed unwilling to give up the "food" that was close in front of it, and took another step forward.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingwan looked at the Burial Immortal Sword that had not changed in any way, but there was another thought in his heart.

Could it be that the Burial Immortal Sword in his hand has any effect on this weird "baby"?

You must know that Zhou Qingdui, the Burial Immortal Sword that has been fighting side by side for many years, comes from a mysterious hall, and he also saw Master Li in that hall and worshiped him as a teacher!

And that hall, after Zhou Qingdui was there, he never entered again.

The most important thing is Master Li, who has reached the pinnacle of the world in the way of swordsmanship, and once said that this sword was once very likely to be a holy soldier!

And now, although Zhou Qingdui only broke the two seals, he raised them to a level close to that of an immortal weapon. Whether it was a holy soldier or not, Zhou Qingdui didn't dare to confirm. However, if Zhou Qingwan can one day break his last seal, I am afraid that he will not lose to any of the four immortal swords in the world!

Zhou Qingdui looked back at the woman in the purple dress who had not yet woken up, and a touch of determination flashed in her heart, and a sword was handed out!

Both swordsmanship and Buddhism are useless against this strange "baby", so now there is only one way to try!

The Burial Immortal Sword suddenly came out of his hand and nailed towards the strange "baby".

After the weird "baby" saw the Burial Immortal Sword coming towards him, he immediately turned into a black gas and began to flee into the distance as if he had seen something terrible.

But, how could he be faster than the Burial Immortal Sword?

Tear and pull!

The sword light flashed, and the Burial Immortal Sword actually pierced through the strange black qi in a few breaths!

And this time, the strange black qi did not decompose and fuse again, but was completely penetrated by the Burial Immortal Sword, and the invisible sword intent continuously shattered the strange black qi that had only absorbed the Buddha's Light Golden Sword before and became stronger.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingdui was overjoyed in his heart, he never thought that the Burial Immortal Sword could really suppress that weird black qi! Before the black qi had completely dissipated, he summoned the Burial Immortal Sword back and held it tightly in his hand.

As Zhou Qingdu's mind moved, the invisible sword intent on the body of the Burial Immortal Sword instantly dissipated, and the weird black qi was no longer crushed, but it was not out of the nail of the Burial Immortal Sword.

At this time, the woman in the purple dress behind Zhou Qingdui slowly opened her eyes.