Two days later, Zhuo Yuming left some talismans for Qin Su and left from Baoli Mountain.

After hesitating, Zhuo Yuming still planned to take a trip to the Lotus Temple before going to Fuyao Prefecture.

After all, the matter of the ghost Rulai has always made him haunted before, whether it is the old monk's Buddha or because of the involvement of the Buddha heart with the ghost Rulai, Zhuo Yuming wants to find out.

So Zhuo Yuming decided to go to the Lotus Temple to see if he could find a true solution at the head of the Buddha.

This Buddhist holy land Lotus Temple is located in the northeast of Zhongshenzhou, in the boundary of the Beiqing Dynasty, and it is not close to this Baoli Mountain. Moreover, there are many ferries around the Lotus Temple, and it is very convenient to take the ferry, so Zhuo Yuming chose to take the ferry.

Baoli Mountain is only fifty miles away from the nearest Nanxi ferry, and flying over it is just a cup of tea.

Zhuo Yuming, who was flying through the air, suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, his body suddenly stopped in the air, and in an instant, the spiritual power spread all over his body, and the green light on his right hand was swirling, turning into a knife.

In the distance, a white light suddenly lit up, and the clouds surged to both sides, and a sharp sword light pierced the sky and slashed at the head.

The sword light broke through the sea of clouds, and in the blink of an eye, the cyan qi knife was destroyed under this sword, and it shattered in an instant. After smashing the Eight Desolation Divine Sword, the white sword light fell on an ancient mirror with silver light. The sword qi added to his body, and the copper-colored ancient mirror suddenly trembled, the silver light shattered, and the ancient mirror was split and flew out.

The torn sea of clouds was slowly rolling and condensing, and I saw a man in black standing in the clouds with a long sword in his hand, his eyes were unwavering, and he was looking at Zhuo Yuming.

Return to the Tibetan realm sword cultivation.

The power of the sword just now, Zhuo Yuming already knew the other party's cultivation.

Stretching out his hand to recall the Haotian Mirror that was split and flew out, Zhuo Yuming looked at the other party coldly and waited for him.

Zhuo Yuming didn't take the lead, because the other party's previous sword obviously didn't go all out, but seemed to be greeting himself. The identity of the person who came must be the last wave of assassins in Yoika Mountain, but the killing intent on the other party is not strong, which makes him a little puzzled.

Zhuo Yuming just stared at the middle-aged sword cultivator quietly, as if waiting for him to speak first.

The middle-aged sword cultivator suddenly smiled slightly, and there was a smell of gold and stone between his mouths: "I looked at Ma Wei's body before, and I was killed by a sword qi. That sword qi must have come from an extreme distance, so that an eight-rank martial artist could not even dodge, and there were very few people in the world who had this sword dao realm. I have seen most of those Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators, and the sword qi is not so pure. Therefore, the one who cuts out that sword can only be the sword master. ”

Zhuo Yuming didn't speak, the other party could tell from the corpse of the eight-rank martial artist that he was killed by the Sword Saint, it seems that the other party's kendo cultivation may exceed his own estimates.

"The person I admire the most is the Sword Saint senior, I originally had the protection of the Sword Saint, and I don't want to make a move on you again. But if I don't come and change to another guy, if the Sword Master is not around, you may not be able to escape death. Although I don't want to kill you, but the rules of Yoika Mountain are unbreakable, I will only wait for a sword, and after a sword, I will turn around and leave. As long as you can catch my sword and not die, you have been assassinated three times by my Yoika Mountain, and no matter who buys your life in the future, I Yoikama will never strike again. ”

The middle-aged sword cultivator slowly withdrew the long sword in his hand to the scabbard at his waist, and it seemed that he was about to sacrifice the natal flying sword.

"Okay, Zhuo Yuming remembered the friendship of Jinse Daoyou. ”

Unexpectedly, the person who came was actually a fan of the Sword Master, and it should be for the sake of the Sword Master, but he took the initiative to come here, hoping to give himself a chance to live. Zhuo Yuming laughed, his spiritual power was drumming, the Haotian Mirror was hanging by his side, the qi knife in his right hand was condensed, and he was holding two talismans in his left hand.

"Oh, it seems that Chen Yun is just a pseudonym. But since the predecessor of the Sword Saint is not here, instead of hiding your figure, you show your true face, presumably you have the means to press the bottom of the box, just wait for me to take the initiative to send it to the door. Okay, let me see what you rely on, so you don't take my Yoeji Mountain in your eyes. ”

Jian Xiu's words were full of curiosity, he wanted to see what means this indifferent young man had.

The middle-aged sword cultivator in a black robe pointed his sword with two fingers and lightly pointed at it.

A fierce qi machine rose from the sword cultivation body, and the sword qi condensed like a substance rushed straight towards Xiao Han.

Zhuo Yuming's eyebrows shrank slightly, and he saw a pitch-black sword light mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, which pierced through the sky as fast as a fright, and stabbed straight forward. The sharp sword qi cut the air, and the clouds shattered everywhere it passed, and in the sword light, it was a seven-inch-long black flying sword. It is the middle-aged sword cultivator's natal flying sword, the sword name is the same as the person's name, Jin Se.

Seeing that the flying sword was like a rainbow, Zhuo Yuming didn't dare to slack off, and the Eight Desolation Divine Sword urged with all his might, slashing down towards the flying sword. On his left hand, a well lock drawn on high-grade rune paper that specializes in dealing with sword cultivation and flying swords was also triggered.

The cyan sword light collided with the sword light, and it collapsed at the touch of a button. The sword light that shattered the qi knife rushed forward, and the runes were like shackles, firmly bound to the sword body, trying to imprison the flying sword. Between the sword qi and the horizontal, the golden rune seals were all shattered, and in just one breath, the lock in the well was broken by the sword light, and the golden rune seal gradually dissipated in the air.

Zhuo Yuming waved his hands together, and cyan thunder surged out. It was the cyan thunder net intertwined by the Yimu Gang Thunder that headed towards the sword light hood.

But Yimu Ganglei couldn't stop it even for a moment, and the flying sword pierced the thunder snar, and rushed to Zhuo Yuming in the blink of an eye.

With the sonorous sound of a gold and iron clash of gold, the black sword light slammed into the silver light-wrapped Haotian Mirror.

The top-level treasure rank Haotian Mirror was carried backwards by the flying sword. Although the silver-white divine light could not be dimmed more and more, it never collapsed, and Zhuo Yuming, who was standing behind him with spiritual power infused and blessed, also flew backwards with the Haotian Mirror.

The black flying sword pushed Zhuo Yuming all the way by dozens of zhang, Zhuo Yuming's face turned from red to blue, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out. With a muffled snort, Zhuo Yuming stopped his body stiffly, and the silver light on the Haotian mirror suddenly closed, all of which converged on the mirror. The black flying sword finally stopped rushing forward, and just hovered quietly in front of the Haotian Mirror. Although the natal flying sword named Jin Se stopped, the pitch-black sword light flashed forward from the flying sword itself.

The pitch-black sword light actually pierced directly through the silver light on the Haotian Mirror, Zhuo Yuming knew that it was not good, and the Heavenly Imperial Robe on his body instantly became white.

The white aura was shattered by the pitch-black sword light in just an instant, and the robe that had been flowing with aura suddenly dimmed, and cracks suddenly appeared. The pitch-black sword light broke through the double barrier of the Haotian Mirror and the Heavenly Imperial Robe, and in the middle of Zhuo Yuming, the black light flashed, passing Zhuo Yuming through his chest.

Zhuo Yuming spurted out a mouthful of blood, drawing a bright red arc in the air.