Xu Baichuan held the autumn wind that had already condensed the sword gang, took a step forward, and handed it to the throat of the big man in the green dress, without any fear on his face.

If it is an ordinary heart fire cultivator, if he encounters a man in a green skirt who is empty, he probably won't have the courage to resist, but there is not much reason, the realm is so different, it should be useless to use all means.

It's just that Xu Baichuan is not ordinary after all, just with the autumn wind in his hand, which was originally a fairy sword, it is enough to deal with the big man in the green skirt.

After all, this sword is called Autumn Wind, and it can rank among the top five immortal swords in the world, and has killed many great demon saints, although Xu Baichuan is not an Autumn Wind Sword Immortal, and the realm is not so high, but it is enough at this time.

Although the remnant soul of the sword immortal is no longer in the sword, there are still some things left, which have a very magical effect.

For example, that sword immortal sword qi.

After Lin Shugui took away the remnant soul of the Sword Immortal, he released a sword qi in the autumn wind, the sword qi was not controlled by Xu Baichuan, but he had always stayed in the sword for so long, and he could borrow some power.

Therefore, the sword that was swung out actually far exceeded the heart fire, and even the spirit power had already surpassed, and compared with the man in the green dress, it was no worse at all.

Although the big man in the green dress said that he was wary of Xu Baichuan in his heart, he relied on his own void realm and thought that this matter was safe, so he relaxed a lot of his mind, and the fist in his hand was a lot slower.

However, in fact, it has been proved that fighting with sword cultivation and distraction is a taboo.

As long as you have read the description of sword cultivation and heard the rumors, you will know that this group of sword-wielding maniacs has done many appalling things.

Whether it is the Demon Domain or the Three Sects, they look down on Sword Cultivation on the surface, but in fact they attach great importance to it, after all, there are too many people who have died in the hands of Sword Cultivation, even if they can't remember it, for the sake of their lives, they have to remember it seriously.

The big man in the green dress is a mountain and a wild cultivator, and it is inevitable that he doesn't know, so he is not to blame, but he always has to pay a price for it.

Maybe it's death, maybe it's something else.

Therefore, when the autumn wind pierced into his body, he was stunned to realize that the young sword cultivator in front of him had killed all the way, and he heard that there were hundreds of monks who died in his hands, which could not be described as cruel.

The man in the green dress took a few steps back, pulled the autumn wind out of his body, and touched his bleeding chest, looking inexplicable.

It turns out that the world is full of so many variables, it is really difficult to guard against.

The big man in the green dress tried to stop the bleeding in his chest, but soon found that his breath did not work, and the sword qi was as if it had taken root in his body, which was very tough.

No matter the east, west, north and south winds, I still don't fall.

After some effort had no effect, he no longer cared about the wounds on his body, the man in the green dress clenched his hands into fists, took a deep breath, and shook it, his body suddenly swelled in a large circle, and the green skirt that was originally quite fitting was torn and hung on him like a strip of cloth.

The tattoo on the chest glows red, becoming more and more vivid, and it is already the same as a real person.

He thought that he was to blame for eating this sword, and now he wanted to do it seriously.

Although the overall cultivation of Shan Zeye is not as good as that of the monks of the three sects, because there are not so many rules and regulations, they can practice a lot of evil methods.

Anyway, in the eyes of Yamasawa Ye Xiu, no matter what kind of spell it is, as long as he can win the battle, then it will be used, as for the curse symptoms attached to the use of spells, that is a later story, after all, everything must be built on the premise of living first.

In fact, after the green skirt was broken, the big man in the green skirt was a lot more pleasing to the eye, and the nausea that came to his face was not as grand as before, but anyway.

The sword is still going to come out.

As for whether you can beat it or not, you have to talk about it after you have beaten it.

Xu Baichuan suddenly remembered one thing, as if he had never been defeated since he held the sword, he had always been victorious, since this was the case, he would definitely not be defeated this time.

The sword qi was surging in the heart lake, following the meridians, like a great river and a great river, frantically pouring into the autumn wind.

The overwhelming sharp aura surrounded him, and even the wind that blew over was like a sharp sword, blowing on his face and hurting.

Xu Baichuan's expression was extremely serious, at this time, the sword qi in his heart lake had been instilled into the autumn wind, but this sword was still held in his hand and was not swung.

He's gathering momentum, and the longer he accumulates, the stronger the sword he wields.

He didn't know how strong it would be, but he knew that the sword he was going to come out next was stronger than the swords he had handed out before.

On the other side, the man in the green dress who had already used the spell vaguely sensed that something was wrong, this was the first time he was fighting with the sword cultivator, and he didn't understand many methods, but his intuition told him to hurry up.

He was a reckless man who had always trusted his instincts and saved his life many times.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, jumped high from the bottom up, and threw a punch from the sky.

This punch was like a meteor, cutting through the air, bringing out the sound of the Dao, like thunder, which was breathtaking.

Xu Baichuan was not afraid, took a step forward, and the autumn wind handed it out in an instant, and the long-accumulated sword gang met the fist.

No concessions.

Neither of them refused to retreat, and a strange scene appeared, a big man floated in the air, relying on a fist to support, and that fist collided with a sword, as if Xu Baichuan held a sword and raised this big man, which was quite weird.

Xu Baichuan clenched his teeth tightly, and the bluestone under his feet had already stepped out of two small pits, but no matter what, he would not retreat.

No matter how difficult and dangerous the face is, holding the sword and swinging a sword is, even if you are about to die, you can't retreat.

With a roar of rage, the Autumn Wind Sword Gang rose by half a point again, dripping the blood of that fist.

A lot of blood dripped on Xu Baichuan's body, but he ignored it.

The big man in the green dress finally stopped floating in the air, but turned over and landed not far from the ground, looking at his bloodied right hand with an inexplicable expression.

This is the first time that a Heart Fire Monk has been beaten to such a point, and if it spreads, it will definitely be very embarrassing.

He didn't want to get it out.

He had always relied on his physical body to fight, and he was not very good at using magic weapons, so he didn't have any magic weapons on him, only the tattoo on his chest if he had to count them.

The tattoo on it is a rakshasa, with a graceful posture and a seductive soul, which has a huge contrast with the man in the green dress.

Press your fist against the tattoo, and the flesh will be stained red, and the pattern on it will seem to come to life, emitting a blood-red glow.

The light grew bigger and bigger, gradually enveloping his whole body, and when the light dissipated, the man in the green dress had already given birth to a lot of girlish appearance, and the tattoo on his chest had disappeared.

The big man in the green dress giggled, shook his chest, made him very satisfied, turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, and said with a smile: "Xu Gongzi, the slave family is really angry, if you hurt Xu Gongzi somewhere, and hope to forgive the sin, the slave family will compensate you first." ”

After saying that, he really blessed it.

Xu Baichuan raised his head and did not reply, according to the current situation, what is the use of talking nonsense more? Could it be that if you talk too much, you can win, if this is the case, Confucianism among the three religions would have already dominated the world.

After all, when it comes to lip service, those who read the book say the most and the most powerful.

After the big man in the green dress saluted, he did not hesitate or say anything again, but threw a punch directly.

It looks extremely slow, but in fact it is extremely fast, and most of the distance is quickly crossed, just in the blink of an eye, it is close in front of Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan held the sword tightly, squeezing the little sword qi on his body, barely resisting this punch.

Seeing this, the big man smiled even more on his face, licked the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Young Master Xu, the slave family is two realms higher than you, so you don't have to struggle in vain, instead of wasting time, it's better to lose the sword, let's go to be a fairy couple who live and live together, how about it?"

Xu Baichuan looked indifferent, and what he said to the man in the green dress was like wind in his ears, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

The man in the green dress sighed and said coquettishly: "Since this is the case, the slave family has to use all its strength, Xu Gongzi should pay attention." ”

Before the words fell, the man in the green dress condensed an idle left hand into a fist, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, and smashed it towards Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan had caused a lot of injuries to the big man in the green dress before, but he had also exhausted the sword qi in the heart lake, and now he was just barely resisting, and in the face of the menacing punch, there was not much way to do, and it was too late to draw the sword back.

So this punch crossed the autumn wind and smashed hard into his chest, knocking him out of the distance.

Xu Baichuan fell to the ground, blood foamed from the corners of his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to be stirred together, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The voice of the big man in the green dress came slowly, "Why bother, I have been struggling for so long, and now I am not going to lose, seeing you suffer so much, the slave family is also quite unhappy in my heart, alas, it is really a good thing." ”

Xu Baichuan leaned against the wall and slowly got up, coughed a few times, spit out a lot of blood, and his body couldn't stop shaking, but despite the situation becoming like this, his hand holding Qiu Feng was still very steady.

He didn't feel that he had lost, he hadn't died, he hadn't lost if he hadn't died, he still had a long way to go in the future, and it was absolutely impossible to die in this nameless place.

The autumn wind swung out again, but this time the sword qi was much thinner than the previous times.

just cut a piece of skin on the big man in the green dress.

The big man in the green dress touched his wound and said to himself: "The slave family is really a hard-working person, and he can't bear to cut his love, and he is really reluctant!"

Walked up to Xu Baichuan, clenched his fists, and threw a punch.

This time it flew even farther upside down, and was even out of the street.

Only this time, he still stood up, and his eyes were full of unyielding.

Then, the man in the green dress threw out a lot of magic weapons in surprise.

All kinds of lights and sounds emerged one by one.

I don't know why, the noise made by the two of them was so loud, but no one came to inspect it, there were obviously a lot of pedestrians in this place, not to mention that it was daytime, there should always be some bold people.

But one thing he didn't know was that just outside this street, there were many officers and soldiers around, blocking the water in this street, and if anyone approached, they would directly press it down.

And surrounded by these officers and soldiers, there stood a Confucian scholar, richly dressed, wearing a lot of jade on his body, holding a stone inkstone in his hand, exuding a strong aura all over his body.

Obviously, he is also a monk, and his realm is not low.

Confucian smacked his mouth, a little proud, today's situation was actually planned by him, and the big man in the green dress was also invited by him, although it cost a lot of things, which made him a little painful, but as long as Xu Baichuan died, he sent the sword to the Confucian Academy, and the reward he got would definitely not be less, maybe it could enter the eyes of the sage.

No matter how cost-effective this kind of trading is, it is simply a sure profit.

Confucian said to himself: "What is the first person of the younger generation of sword cultivators, what is extremely lethal, invincible in the same realm, is it possible that you can still cut the hole with the fire of your heart, it is obviously impossible, according to me, there is nothing in this world that cannot be settled with money, it is just that there is more money and less money." ”

"It turned out to be you, no wonder I smelled a copper smell from afar, but you were the only one wearing such a sassy bag. ”

A voice came from afar, and with the voice appeared Cheng Yuqing, whose face was sinking like water.

Cheng Yuqing was holding a brush in his hand, and his momentum was no worse than that of Confucianism, and even much stronger.

Confucian looked at Cheng Yuqing, stunned, with a hypocritical smile on his face, "It turned out to be Brother Cheng, and the school is goodbye, but it makes me miss it, I don't know what Brother Cheng is doing now, is it possible that he is here to grab credit? ”

Cheng Yuqing shook his head and said, "I'm here to save people." ”

It's a bit strange for him to say this, but in fact, there is a reason, after so much time, he and Xu Baichuan have turned their rivalry into jade silk, and with Cheng Qing on the side, they are now half friends.

When a friend is in trouble, he naturally wants to help, not to mention that when he came out this time, his father gave a death order, if he didn't save Xu Baichuan, he wouldn't recognize him as a son.

So no matter what, he must save people.

Confucian Sheng had a strange expression, "Brother Cheng, the person you want to save won't be the kid who holds the sword, right?"

Cheng Yuqing nodded, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Confucian Sheng was a little angry, frowned and said: "Cheng Yuqing, you must know that the monks of the three sects and the sword cultivators are not incompatible, and there are many blood feuds between the two sides, you want to save people now, what kind of reason is that, could it be that you have defected from the Confucian Sect now!"

Cheng Yuqing said: "I have always been a member of the Confucian Academy, and I will not defect, I naturally have my own reason to save people, I just ask, you don't let go." ”

Confucian Sheng sneered, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Okay, Cheng Yuqing, you are bold, you don't even pay attention to the rules of the three religions, and there is a reason, today I will tell you, the rules are the truth, unless you step on me in the past, otherwise, you don't want to take a step in!"

Cheng Yuqing's face was expressionless, the brush in his hand was bright, and the words were said to be on this part, the meaning was obvious, it was nothing more than seeing the truth under his hands, the so-called truth, according to his opinion, was actually a fist, and only a big fist was worthy of reasoning, and only those who spoke it would be listened to.

He felt that his fist was bigger and that he should listen to him.