This soul refining clone of the old man in Tibet, after all, is a realm of heaven and man, and its momentum is like a rainbow, turning into more than ten black giant pythons that have condensed into substance, and they are fiercely fighting with the sword qi.

Li Xuandu took out his sword again and again, not to mention how exquisite the sword style was, just the simplest sword, moving as he wished, walking at will, one after another sword qi and the black python came to an end, rippling in a circle of ripples, as if two armies were fighting fiercely on the battlefield.

However, on the battlefield, it is actually national strength that is fighting.

If the old Tibetan man and Li Xuandu are regarded as a country, then the old Tibetan man is undoubtedly a big country, the country is rich and the people are strong, and the defeat in a corner of the country cannot hurt the muscles and bones at all, even if the fundamental heart is injured because of successive decision-making mistakes, it can still make a comeback, and Li Xuandu is a small country and a widow, and can only use the army to fight recklessly, and there is no room for the slightest failure.

The pinnacle of Li Xuandu's momentum lies in the fact that the thirty-six swords just now are attributed to one sword, which is not only to break the resonance of the Tibetan old man, but also to break Li Xuandu's own cage, and the next sword is just the afterglow of this sword, just like a carriage that is advancing rapidly, even if it loses the traction of the horse, just by virtue of inertia, it can still continue to move forward for a considerable distance, but no matter how great the inertia is, the speed will become slower and slower, so Li Xuandu's sword is a downward downhill road.

Facing Li Xuandu's pinnacle sword, it was the old man who was also injured, and after this sword, the old man handed over Han Qianqian to Shang Xi, which was equivalent to getting rid of a drag, and after gaining a firm foothold, his own momentum began to rise steadily.

As time goes by, if there are no other variables, then Li Xuandu's chances of winning will only become less and less.

The old man in Tibet flicked the broken sword with his intact palm, and the broken palm suddenly exerted force and pushed it on Li Xuandu's chest.

Li Xuandu's figure swayed backwards and crashed into a county office.

This side house was directly knocked into ruins by Li Xuandu, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

The power of the old man's blow was so great that all the qi in Li Xuandu's body poured into the major acupoints because of the "leakage", and the sea of qi was almost dry.

The old man naturally knew this, and the anger in his heart decreased slightly, and he began to think about how to concoct this junior after he took down this young man, thinking about it, it was best to use it as "human material", just with this physique, even if he couldn't refine the "Yaksha", it was enough to cultivate an iron corpse, but after thinking about it, even if he could take it, looking at his posture of trying his best to fish, the corpse left behind would inevitably be full of holes, and the "human material" could not be done, I am afraid it could only be used as fertilizer for the corpse raising ground.

But immediately after, a sword light rose from the ruins and rushed towards the old man again, so that the old man had to put this thought aside for the time being and concentrate on dealing with the sword.

I saw that the old man in Tibet stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and countless palms broke out of the ground, grabbing Li Xuandu's feet, intending to pull them back to the ground, but Li Xuandu's speed was too fast, so that these palms were always a fraction of a millimeter, and then I saw Li Xuandu come to the front of the old man in Tibet, and swept across with a sword.

At this time, Li Xuandu was already bleeding from six orifices, and it was clear that he was already at the end of the strong crossbow, but he still had to forcibly hand out this sword.

At this moment, Li Xuandu didn't think about anything, didn't think of the deceased, didn't think of the master, and didn't think of any great cause.

For the swordsman, when the matter comes, how can there be so much sustenance, how can there be any memories to talk about, this is what the sword thinks when it is in the sheath, after the three feet out of the sheath, the only way is to get out of the sword.

When Li Xuandu was learning swords, his master once warned him that the way of the sword is the way of the sword, and it is not mixed with any love and hatred.

Kendo is like a sword, it can be used, whether it is to save people with the kendo you have learned, whether it is to kill people, whether it is to help the people in the world, or to bring disaster to the world, this is just "use", not the way of the sword itself. It's like a three-foot long sword in your hand, there is no good or evil in itself, and it varies depending on the person you use it.

No matter what kind of flowery rhetoric is used, the sword is a murder weapon, and the root of swordsmanship is murder.

If it's not for killing, what is the purpose of learning a sword?

Therefore, Li Xuandu four years ago was an extremely pure swordsman, and he never knew what the situation was when he came out of the sword, and he didn't think about it. At the beginning, Jiangbei martial arts liked to hold together, regardless of right and wrong, good and evil, and couldn't see Li Xuandu's crossing the river dragon across the Jiangbei martial arts, more than ten people in the True Realm spontaneously gathered and joined forces to block Li Xuandu's way, and wanted to force Li Xuandu to lower his head and let him bow his head and admit his mistakes.

He even threatened to fight until he was convinced.

As a result, Li Xuandu could only use his sword.

In Li Xuandu's view, these people can be described in eight words, strong on the outside and dry in the middle, strong on the inside.

If you really have the guts, why do you need to be in a group?

The people who are in the group add up only stupidity, not innate wisdom, which is called a rabble.

So the ending is obvious, it is also the Returning to Truth Realm, Li Xuandu killed these Returning to Truth Realm masters with one person and one sword, it was like chopping melons and vegetables.

Li Xuandu is better than the word "pure", and these Jiangbei masters are defeated in the word "group", if they really dare to fight to the death, why do they need to act in a group, on the other hand, since they have chosen to fight together, where is the courage to fight to the death.

Li Xuandu held the "human world" in his hand, and with a wave, a line of sword qi traversed the entire county government, and the walls, pavilions, rockeries, trees, and beams and pillars were all horizontally divided into two by this line of sword qi.

The old man pinched the trick with both hands, and raised a white bone statue in front of him, the white bones were piled up like a mess of firewood, and on it was a white bone throne, on which sat a snow-white skeleton wearing a golden crown.

A sonorous bang erupted, and the invincible "Human World" was unable to cut off this white-bone Miaohuazun, but only left a deep sword mark on it, and then stopped.

At the same time, blood splattered on Li Xuandu's chest, and the white bone skeleton sitting on the throne poked out an extremely sharp bone claw, which instantly tore Li Xuandu's physique.

The reason why the old man was able to climb to the fourth place on the Taixuan list with the cultivation of the immeasurable realm of heaven and man was that he overwhelmed the master of the heavenly and man-made realm, in addition to the corpse refining incarnation and the soul refining incarnation, there were also two great treasures that he spent countless manpower and material resources to refine, one of which was this "White Bone Miaohuazun" It seems to be the law phase, but in fact it is made of many relics of the masters of the true realm and the relics of Buddhist monks, divided into two parts, the Dharma seat is built with pure relics, and the skeleton on the Dharma seat is spliced together with the remains of thirty-six masters of the True Realm.

After the old man took it with one hand, he smiled lightly: "With a mere innate realm cultivation, you can force me to use the 'White Bone Miaohuazun', it's amazing, it's really amazing." ”

Li Xuandu held the "human world" in his hand and floated backwards.

Originally, after this sword was handed out, Li Xuandu was already at the end of the crossbow, and only the last sword was left, but this sword was in vain, and Li Xuandu couldn't hand over the last sword.

After all, pure is not the same as brainlessness.

He had to suspend the operation of the "Anti-Heavenly Tribulation", leaving himself with a sword and a ray of breath.

At this moment, a golden light quickly swept in.

Dawei Demon Fist!

The old monk punched the "White Bone Miaohuazun", bursting out countless golden lights, carrying a huge force, knocking back this "White Bone Miaohuazun" more than ten zhang away.

Then he saw Wuzhen's palms together, and after reciting a Buddha number, he said: "Tibetan sect master, since the Yuxu sword fight, you and I have not seen each other for more than ten years. ”

On the other side, Su Yuncheng has already fought with Hong Chengqiu, even though Hong Chengqiu has practiced Qi Ying's "Wuji Marksmanship", but Su Yuncheng is not Li Xuandu who has not used the "human world", and his realm cultivation is higher than Hong Chengqiu.

The old man in Tibet's face was pale, he was also a decisive person, and immediately said to Shang Xi beside him: "Today's things are no longer possible, you take the furnace Ding and quickly return to Beibi Mountain!"