The sword light that had fallen silent rioted again, and Ni Yuzi's left arm also turned into a blood mist, and when no one approached, the sword lit up again with a flickering light, close to the end of the world, out of reach.

"The sword is made of iron, tempered by thousands of hammers, because of the spirit of grasping, because of the heart, because of the non-thought and death, your sword has long been dead, ordinary magic swords can't be held, how dare you ask for the sword?"

Fang Jingqi dragged a mirror, looking at the pitiful and hateful Dan Yuzi, and his words were full of sighs.

This sword is purer than any sword in the world, and nothing with impurities can get close to it, and no one can hold it.

Even if Uncle Xiao is just close to it, that's all.

"Qianlingzi, you lied to me so miserably, Qianlingzi, you lied to me so miserably, my Danyuzi is unwilling in this life, I Danyuzi is unwilling in this life, I Danyuzi curses you not to die well, I Danyuzi curses you to be stubborn in the underworld!"

Dan Yuzi roared, and rushed towards the divine sword like crazy, Mingyao's sword light flashed, and there was no Dan Yuzi in the world.

"Fight for the sword to live, die for the sword, do not seek the afterlife, stand in the present. ”

Fang Jingqi recited in a low voice, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, the passage of life is not always like a meteor, more of them are like Dan Yuzi, the wind rises and falls, birth and death, silently mediocre.

After a moment of silence, the relieved array sword cultivator bypassed the divine sword and walked towards the void, his eyes were full of longing and excitement, the master had been trapped in the Demon Emperor for more than 1,500 years, and it was time to see the light again.

Outside the heavens, the young patriarch held the sun light sword in one hand and the shadow sword in the other hand and attacked Sun Laoxie frantically, and the two Yi Weichen swords in the true realm of the Tao showed their edge, one yin and one yang encompassed the changes of the world's swordsmanship, and the two swords were sometimes fast and slow, sometimes rigid and sometimes soft, and sometimes full of murderous intentions.

Sun Laoxie couldn't stop this supreme sword at all, so he could only retreat step by step, and the thick black mist outside his body seemed to dissipate as soon as he blew it.

"The top is not the same as the top, Sun Laoxi, I said you have to die today, do you believe it?"

The young patriarch chuckled and threw the shadow sword, the light and shadow fused, the yin and yang converged, and the long sword dissipated, at this time, although the young patriarch's hands were empty, the sense of oppression to Sun Laoxie was a thousand times better than before, ten thousand times!

"I've been to the Demon Realm in the past, but Nanli didn't leave me. I have been to the Heavenly Palace, but the Jade Emperor did not leave me. I've been to the demon world, but Ao Sheng didn't leave me. I've been to the underworld, and the Emperor didn't leave me behind. Now that I'm here, don't you think you can keep me?"

"Why can't you? Don't you forget who was the emperor in the Six Realms? Are the gods, ghosts, and demons who rose up in the era of the emperor really stronger than the human race? Don't forget, it is man who wins the sky, not gods, demons, and demons, but man!"

A chaotic starlight rose from the void space, and as far as the eye could see, there was sword light, and everything that could be heard by the ears was the sword chant.

Sun Laoxie was in the middle of the vast sword light, the thin black mist was surging wildly, and the silky mist like a veil could not stop the vast endless sword qi at all, and it was easily pierced by the golden light saber with clear glass.

The wails of pain echoed in the void space, the thin mist dispersed, and the mystery of Sun Laoxie was unraveled, revealing the true face of Lushan.

The ancient old man, full of ravines, wearing the unique gold-patterned brocade robe of the Immortal League's patrol envoy, wearing jade ornaments on his waist, three eyes on his forehead, and a mouthful of yellow teeth, exuding a slight stench like a carrion.

"It's really stinking for 10,000 years. ”

The palm of his hand was grasped, the mighty sword light suddenly bloomed, the void space fell silent again, and the young patriarch laughed proudly, saying that if he stayed, he would stay, and if he said he would kill, the world was Kunlun's territory, Kunlun was his territory, if he was offended, he would be punished even if he was far away.

The wind blows the grass low, seven or eight flocks of sheep call softly, and the skinny old monk sits cross-legged, folds his hands, recites Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and disappears from the sight of the old herdsman in an instant.

The old herdsman rubbed his eyes, smiled at the background of the holy monk who was far away in the sky, put his palms together, and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, his heart was calm.

Crossing the grassland into the hills, the grassland holy monk stayed in front of the surging Guangling River, opened his eyes, and looked at the old Taoist priest who was fishing with an empty hook, in a hurry for a thousand years, he was still him, and he was not him.

"Itgrad, long time no see. ”

The white-haired old Taoist priest raised his head, grinning with his teeth, his skinny hands holding the green bamboo fishing rod, and his eyebrows were full of joy.

He and Itgrad have a good relationship, but unfortunately they are lazy people who don't move around often, and they miss each other for a long time.

"Zhang Junbao, are you going to stop me?"

"Of course, I can't watch you go to death, no matter how well the painting is, the writing is wonderful, the sword is still a sword, it is difficult to change the essence of killing, you can't come back if you go, then the Kunlun Xianmen doctrine is written clearly, mercilessly, mercilessly!"

Itgrad frowned, sat down by the river, stared at the turbulent river, maybe he would die, if he didn't go to the grassland, he would die, it was said that choice determines fate, but when does fate give people the opportunity to choose?

"Can't let it go, in that case, the old man will accompany you to go on a trip, just to meet the high-spirited junior." ”

"Kunlun Chuli, the countryman is unparalleled, I also want to see it. ”

Zhang Junbao shook his head with a smile, turned his hand and put away the fishing rod in his hand, and thought that the world changed, and in an instant, the sky and the south of the sea were north, from the Guangling River to the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Luoyang, who was meditating and pranayama, suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the monks who appeared up and down out of thin air, got up and raised his sword, and his blood-stained white robe fluttered in the wind, full of spirit, wanton and frivolous.

"Look, this junior doesn't have to be in vain. ”

Itgrad looked at Luoyang carefully, stepped forward, his thin palm slapped out of thin air, the heavens and the earth shook, and the golden Buddha's light handprint weighed down like a mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc roared softly, and the sword qi dissipated at the same time as the mountain-like Buddha's light handprint, as if the leaves were falling and the water stopped, silently.

"I'm the best, you're a grandmaster, why do you dare to cut it?"

Itgrad sat down cross-legged, looked at Luoyang more than a dozen steps away, and guessed that this young man's heart was at this moment, and the young man was probably already determined to live and die, and the sword must have been uneasy in his heart.

"What's wrong with the absolute top, why don't you dare to cut it?"

Itgrad is curious, Luoyang is even more curious, if there is a chance, he dares to cut the world, why don't you dare to cut it?

Itgrad's sparse and gray eyebrows were raised suddenly, the golden flame was burning in his eyes, the Buddha's light was majestic, the treasure was in the forest, the palm of his hand was erected, the heaven and the earth sank instantly, and the mountains and forests were instantly fixed.

Luoyang took a step forward, pressed the hilt of his sword, and his indifferent eyes were not mixed with the slightest emotion, and he was determined to kill.

This arrogant body was born with a bow of half a point, the sky pressed the sky, the earth blocked the earth, the heaven and the earth were not afraid, how could the old monk dare to press?

"The road is not far away, put down the butcher knife, and look back is the place to return to the other side. ”

"The sword is in the hand, the mountain is in the heart, why look back?"

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, don't look back to know the truth and falsehood?"

"You are born to know it, you don't need to look back. ”

"No attachment is not a demon, you can afford it, you can't let it go, and paranoia will become a demon. ”

"The sword is all iron, because of the attachment and the spirit, the thought of good and evil, all living beings are Buddhas, and all living beings are demons!"

The quiet Buddha light gradually sounded Zen singing, and Itege suddenly raised his head with low eyebrows, and looked seriously at the stubborn young man who was raising his sword sideways, and the atmosphere in the forest was tense.

Zhang Junbao, who was watching the excitement, shook his head and smiled bitterly, took half a step forward, said haha, and asked easily: "Hahaha, it is worthy of being a tall foot under the Monkey Sky Sword Immortal, you can't be bold and heroic alone, Itgrad, can you admit defeat?"

"The old man didn't lose, sooner or later he must learn the little benefactor's hidden sword. ”

Itgrad said stubbornly, but the vast golden light in the mountains dissipated, the fallen leaves fluttered, the birds chirped, the old trees were spring, and the dead and silent mountains and forests were full of vitality.

Luoyang raised his eyebrows, his palm left the handle of the Sauvignon Blanc sword, sat down cross-legged, and stared at a monk, the two of them didn't know friend or foe, as long as he was still there, he wouldn't let these two people go.

"Hahaha, how is this young man compared to Bai Chuli?"

"The countryman is unparalleled, the peerless sword immortal, there is nothing to compare. ”

"It's not unexpected, what is in front of you may be the pinnacle of the sword in the future. ”

Zhang Junbao said with a smile, and sat down cross-legged with Itgrad with his back to Luoyang, chatting with a pair or not.