Above the waves of the angry sea, there were two immortal men faintly floating. An elegant scholar and a grim white.

Luo Xuan tread the waves, the long sword in his hand waved softly, and a sword flower flashed, very elegant, and very comfortable, without half a flaw.

Bai Hua also made a move, his long sword slashed in the air, not as elegant as Luo Xuan, but with a cold and glamorous aura.

Bai Mingming waved his sleeves, and set off ten thousand stormy waves, and the waves mixed with gravel rolled up to the sky and fell straight down.

Luo Xuan and Bai Hua couldn't resist, and took more than ten steps back. Bai Hua's long sword sank into the ground, and he gasped, "Young Master Luo, it's really not an opponent." ”

Luo Xuan's long sword in his hand spun around, and he smiled awkwardly, "The donkey skills are exhausted." There is only a chance of winning, so I can only fight hard. ”

Bai Mingming sneered, "I've been in the Divine Journey Realm for many years, and the gap between us is still obvious. Suddenly, a peachwood sword came out of nowhere and slammed heavily on Bai Mingming's back.

"Dead scoundrel, kill you!" a voice came from behind Bai Mingming.

"It's not good, it's ......" Luo Xuan fixed his eyes and saw that it was Zhao Songfan, frowned, and exclaimed.

Bai Mingming turned his head and found that it was the Taoist ghost, and smiled, "Little thing, interesting." Immediately, with a slight wave of his sleeve, Zhao Songfan flew more than ten meters away.

"Oops!" Luo Xuan was startled, tiptoeed, and flew towards Zhao Songfan suddenly, trying to catch him.

However, it was too late. Bai Mingming's sleeves slammed again, and several pieces of rubble collapsed, trapping Zhao Songfan in a cave.

"It's too much!" Luo Xuan was angry, he rarely got angry. The strength of his sword was several points greater, and he saw that with a wave of his long sword, the elegant and easy-going sword dazzled and attacked Bai Mingming.

Bai Ming didn't blink, and with a flick of his sleeve, he dissolved Luo Xuan's sword. Luo Xuan was forced to take a few steps back, and his sword sank into the ground three feet before he stabilized his footing.

Bai Mingming sneered, "What, you're not my opponent!"

Luo Xuan took a deep breath and picked up the long sword again, preparing for a battle.

"Young Master Luo, calm down. Bai Hua looked at Luo Xuan and signaled him not to be angry.

Luo Xuan took a deep breath and said slowly, "Brother Bai, if you want to suppress the power of this ghost immortal, you must gather the power of the three sects before you can suppress it. ”

"Three Sects?" Bai Hua said confusedly.

"That's right, Sanjiao. That is, Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. Luo Xuan said slowly.

"Confucianism, Taoism, and interpretation, but where do we go to find these three sects?" Bai Hua was stunned, thinking that Luo Xuan was talking nonsense.

Luo Xuan said slowly, "Brother Bai, you were once the number one talent in Kunlun Mountain, and that Taoist real person is talking about you." And I, although I am a weak scholar who has read half my life, I am also half a Confucian sage. ”

"Luo Gongzi laughed, that Taoist real person should be talking about the old immortal on Kunlun Mountain, right. Bai Hua smiled awkwardly, "So, what about Confucianism, Taoism, and interpretation?"

"As for the Buddha, it's the Buddha Vajra. Luo Xuan said.

Bai Hua was stunned, "Where are we going to find a Buddha King Kong?"

"Not yet. Luo Xuan said, "However, Confucianism and Taoism are all there, at least the odds are higher than one person's victory." ”

"Then try it......" Bai Hua put away his long sword, flipped his palms, and used Taoist exercises.

......

"Ahh

He looked at the darkness in front of him, so he lit a match and lit it around.

He looked around and saw that it was all black rocks, and there was nothing. He scratched the back of his head vigorously, remembering what had just happened.

He thought about it carefully, remembering that he had just been knocked unconscious by Bai Mingming's blow, and then he woke up like this.

"Oh no, Master is still outside. Zhao Songfan suddenly remembered his master, "I have to find a way to get out." ”

Zhao Songfan looked around and found that there was only one road in front of him, and then looked overhead again, and found that they were all black rocks, thinking that he might be trapped in a cave.

Zhao Songfan took the lighted match and walked forward step by step. He walked for a long time, but it was still dark in front of him, and the road seemed to have no end.

He kept walking, and finally, a white light appeared in front of him. Zhao Songfan was overjoyed, he strode forward and stepped into the white light.

In front of me, a place appeared. The flowers in that place are red and willow green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the clear stream is flowing gurgling, and there are two rows of green willows planted on both sides of the stream, which flutter in the wind, which is very beautiful. It's like a fairyland. But the sky was dark and gloomy.

Zhao Songfan stepped lightly on the tender grass, looking at the holy land in front of him, he couldn't help but feel strange and incredible.

He half-crouched down, and gently held a hand of stream water with both hands, which was very cool, like ice. He washed his face with the water of the stream, stood up, and circled the creek several times.

He walked around slowly a few times, and didn't find anything strange, so he thought, "Is there really such a fairyland in the world?"

Zhao Songfan was very curious and incredible. But he suddenly remembered his master again, and he thought to himself, his master was still fighting outside, and he had to find a way to get out of here immediately.

He walked all the way forward, oblivious to the fairyland-like beauty in front of him. He searched for a way to get out of here right away. Although it was beautiful, he was a little reluctant.

Suddenly, he vaguely saw someone under the peach tree in front of him, and ran over.

I saw that under the peach tree, there were four people sitting. Zhao Songfan looked at them and was stunned, "Purple clothes...... Tsing Yi ...... Crape...... Blue Dress ......"

Suddenly, the young man in the green shirt under the peach wood stood up, and he heard a muttering sound. Soon, he found Zhao Songfan not far away, surprised and delighted, "Where did the little boy come from?"