Li Xuandu stepped forward and pulled out the "cold beauty" and let the body of the monk in the drum tower slowly slide down.

At the same time, Su Yunjiao also slaughtered the living corpses of those ordinary monks, and came to Li Xuandu's side with "Xuanshui", and said worriedly: "We have made such a big move, I am afraid that we have already alarmed the evil demons here." ”

Li Xuandu pointed to the stone tablet he had stepped on earlier and said, "The Lord has arrived." ”

Su Yunjiao looked over and saw a woman dressed as a maid standing on the top of the stone tablet, looking at the two of them coldly.

Li Xuandu looked at the woman and asked, "Are you from the Soap Pavilion Sect?"

The woman ignored it, just waved her hand, and there was an extra blood-colored sword in her hand.

At the same time, a sigh sounded from the direction of the Heavenly King Palace, and it was a low male voice: "I have already persuaded the two of you before, the catastrophe is coming, hurry up and retreat, but unfortunately the two of you are unwilling to listen to the advice and insist on going your own way, then it is no wonder that I will take off the heads of the two later, and hang them in this mountain gate hall." ”

When the words fell, Li Xuandu and the two turned their heads to look, and saw a man in brocade clothes appear on the roof of the Heavenly King Palace, holding a folding fan, which was the man who appeared at the well platform before.

Li Xuan didn't have any extra nonsense, and slashed out directly, and the frost-white sword qi roared, but when he was still a few feet away from the man, a layer of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the way of the sword qi, only to see that this sword qi shattered suddenly, and the cold air was pervasive, and many ice ballast particles were born out of thin air in front of the man.

The middle-aged man didn't get angry when he saw this scene, but he was a little puzzled: "If I'm not mistaken, the knife in your hand is the 'cold beauty' of the Tianle Sect, and you are from the Tianle Sect?"

Li Xuan didn't answer, but raised the "cold beauty" in his hand, ready to make a second knife.

Although Li Xuandu used a sword in his hand, it was fundamentally a sword. After the battle with Lu Yanbing in the "Heavenly Paradise", Li Xuandu benefited from the sword qi of the "human world", and reached his innate realm to a near-perfect state, and there was only half a step away from "stepping into the jade void", so his innate realm could be handled at will.

Even if Li Xuan didn't use the "human world", if he wanted to defeat him, at least it would be Lu Yanbing's eight-story building in the True Realm.

This kind of "visible Kunlun" innate realm is not a cultivator who has cultivated to a difficult and profound True Realm master, and it is absolutely impossible to see the depth.

The middle-aged scribe snapped and closed the folding fan in his hand, staring at Li Xuandu's second knife.

A knife fell, allowing countless qi ripples to appear in front of the middle-aged man, and the cold sword qi broke it all with the momentum of destroying and decaying, and the qi of the entire temple shook violently under the pull of this knife, and the ground, the stone tablet, the mountain gate hall, the King Kong statue, and the Tianwang hall made cracking sounds.

The middle-aged man had already stepped back before the knife came to him, making it clear that he didn't dare to fight against this knife, but there was no fear on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a bit of sarcasm.

He waved the folding fan in his hand.

The palace of the king of heaven is located between the temple of the mountain gate and the hall of the great majesty, the hall enshrines the Bodhisattva Maitreya, the king of the country in the east, the king of the growth of the west, the king of the wide eyes in the south, the king of the north of the multi-smell, there should be a statue of the Bodhisattva of Wei Tuo after the statue of the Buddha Maitreya in the east, facing the hall of the great majesty, holding the pestle of the Veda pestle, subduing the demons and subduing the ghosts, protecting the Dharma.

With the wave of the middle-aged scribe's fan, the door of the palace of the heavenly king was opened, and the statues of the four heavenly kings on both sides of the hall made a "squeak" sound, and the dust on the body fell in a row, and they actually came to life, strode off the throne, and walked out of the palace of the heavenly king in turn.

The two-foot tall Western Growth Heavenly King raised the sword in his hand and slashed Li Xuandu's head, but the long sword was blocked by Li Xuandu with a "cold beauty", and it was difficult to move forward even a bit, which made the Western Growth Heavenly King Statue tremble violently because of the shock of the qi engine. Then Li Xuandu slapped out with a backhand, and the "Wuji Jin" penetrated through the body, causing countless cracks to appear in the entire statue in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Li Xuandu disappeared instantly, dodging the treasure umbrella swept by the statue of the king of heaven in the north, and his figure appeared on the right side of the statue of the king of heaven in the north.

The other two statues went straight to Su Yunjiao, with Su Yunjiao's cultivation, if it was only against these two statues, the danger was not great, even if it couldn't be taken for a while, at least there was no problem with self-preservation. It's just that at this moment, the maid holding the blood sword also fell lightly from the stone tablet and came straight to Su Yunjiao.

Li Xuandu naturally couldn't sit back and watch Su Yunjiao be pierced through the back of the heart by a sneak attack with a sword, and his body swept out, and instantly came to the statue of the Heavenly King of the Eastern Holding Kingdom, and slapped it back with the belly of the sword.

Su Yunjiao was stunned for a moment, and then listened to Li Xuandu: "Behind you!"

Su Yunjiao immediately became vigilant, turned around suddenly, and saw that the sword-wielding maid was already less than three feet away from her, if there was no reminder from Li Xuandu, she was afraid that she would be pierced through the heart by this person's sword.

Su Yunjiao was shocked and angry in her heart, no longer bothered with the two statues of the Heavenly King, and turned to meet the woman with an ordinary face.

The maid raised her sword and stabbed forward, the blood-red sword body was twisted like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, at this moment, this blood color was divided into many parts, and they stabbed at Su Yunjiao's eyebrows, throat, heart, lower abdomen and other vital positions.

If you talk about swordsmanship cultivation, Su Yunjiao, who practiced the "Cihang Pudu Sword Codex", was obviously above her opponent, and immediately drew a circle with a sword, in order to get rid of the "water-covered style" of boxing "Catching the Bird's Tail", and lightly locked all the woman's sword momentum, and at the same time swept to the woman's throat.

Under the influence of her sister Su Yunjiao, Su Yunjiao has been jealous and hateful since she was a child, although she will not kill innocents indiscriminately, but she has never been half-hearted with people in the evil way. And in terms of what is happening today, it is true that these evil people are innocent of death.

Cihang's sword qi gently swept the woman's throat, and the sword blade failed to touch the flesh, leaving a thin red line, but the woman was unaware of it, and still took out the sword, but this time, it was no longer the sword like a poisonous snake, but the whole person was like a poisonous snake, swimming around Su Yunjiao endlessly, and at the same time, the sword in his hand did not stop, falling towards Su Yunjiao like raindrops.

Su Yunjiao was a little angry, and directly attacked with a sword, without giving in, and for a while only heard the continuous sound of breaking the air and the sound of gold and stone hitting each other, almost in a line. Then there was the sound of sword qi breaking through the air, like a storm in summer, and the sound of sneering pierced people's eardrums.

In Su Yunjiao's opinion, although this woman's swordsmanship is weird, her sword cultivation is not enough, she is not her opponent if she fights swords, or her body is too weird, she can always forcibly dodge her sword style at a critical moment, and her physique is also quite peculiar, but the two swords in the throat and chest are irrelevant, otherwise you would have been able to distinguish the winner or even life and death.

On the other side, Li Xuandu stepped down a little, shattered the stone slab under his feet, and the whole person jumped high, slashing towards the statue of the Heavenly King of the Eastern Holding Kingdom and the Wide-eyed Heavenly King of the South.

Because this knife not only has to help Su Yunjiao break the siege, but also to guard against the middle-aged scribe holding the fan to suddenly kill the killer, it must not be missed, so Li Xuan did not have the slightest intention of keeping his hand, and his qi was so powerful that his right hand and right arm holding the knife were completely enveloped by frost-white sword qi, carrying the sound of breaking through the sky, like a dragon scroll sweeping by.

The two statues of the Heavenly King were suddenly torn apart, and only two skulls were left rolling to the ground.

Then Li Xuandu looked up at the middle-aged man standing on the roof of the Heavenly King Palace, and looked at each other in pairs.

The middle-aged man was still not very afraid, opened the folding fan with a "snap", shook it gently, and the corners of his mouth rose, as if he was smiling but not smiling, as if he was ridiculing Li Xuandu's indiscretion.

Li Xuandu retracted his gaze, bent his knees slightly, and then jumped up suddenly, like a volley of wind, and swept towards the middle-aged scribe.

At the same time, the "Cold Beauty" in his hand drew an arc in mid-air as he walked forward, leaving a trace of frost visible to the naked eye where the blade passed.

The knife falls.

In the sight of the middle-aged scribe, there was a frost-white sword qi, surging like an avalanche of a snow-capped mountain.