Xu Baichuan didn't respond, but just lifted the Autumn Wind Sword up.

The implication is obvious.

Murderers are always killed, this is an old saying that has been circulated for many years, life and death grudges, all in this sentence.

There were many people who wanted to kill him, but in the end they all died in his hands without accident, the man in the green dress was, Qian Feng was, and this old man was naturally too.

If he hadn't triggered the Sword Immortal Sword Qi in time, I'm afraid he would be the one who would face the crisis, and if he put himself in his shoes, he couldn't let it go no matter what.

The truth of heaven is not as good as a sword in your hand!

The old man's face was like ashes, his body couldn't stop trembling, this old man had lived long enough, he had experienced a lot of things, and even by chance, he saw a Fuyun Sword cultivating a sword, that scene was simply overwhelming, but now compared with Xu Baichuan, it was a little insufficient.

Although Xu Baichuan's own realm was only a heart fire, the sword immortal sword qi was enough for him to cross a large distance and increase his killing power to the Heavenly Gate.

A Heavenly Gate Great Sword Cultivator, without the appearance of the saint, can be called the top of the killing power, and the monks of the three sects have to see it from a distance even when they see it, and they dare not approach, for fear of being killed by a sword.

The old man thought about many things at this moment, and even thought that if he could go back alive, he would return to the mountains and forests in the future, and never come out again to drip into the muddy waters.

Go back, go back, you have to go back.

But now the situation is obvious, the Tianmen Sword Cultivator in front of him, who is hiding his strength, has to kill himself.

Then you will definitely not be able to escape, if you want to survive from the sword, it must also be the Heavenly Gate, and you must also be a monk of the three sects, and you must have enough magic weapons.

The old man is Shan Zeye Xiu, although he has collected a lot of magic weapons over the years, but all of them are low-level things, and the only one that can be put on the table is the bone staff in his hand that is made from the bones of the corpses of ten thousand people.

But in this way, he can face the sword in the hands of this sword cultivator, and he can't, no matter how he does it, what kind of family background he uses, unless the saint comes forward, he will definitely die.

Xu Baichuan watched the old man's face change for a while, and felt interesting, an enlightened person groveling in front of people, praying for life, is an extremely difficult thing in the eyes of the world, but now it doesn't seem to be very difficult.

But begging for mercy is begging for mercy, and the sword still has to come out.

The heart is the sword move, and the sword moves the sky!

The silent Taiping City was full of sword roars, vibrating endlessly, making people tremble and secretly guess.

But there is no shortage of happy people.

In a long-dilapidated Chenghuang Temple in the north of the city, a thin old man with one eye woke up from his slumber, looked at the place where Xu Baichuan was, and looked at it for a while before muttering to himself.

"There are still such amazing talents in the world, and there is hope for our revival!"

Behind the thin old man, there was a sword box, which was revealing a trace of sword qi at this time, and he couldn't wait.

The thin old man coughed lightly, and the sword case was silent for a moment, and it didn't ring again.

The thin old man smiled with a doting smile: "In the future, there will always be a time for you to come out with a sword, so there is no need to be in such a hurry." ”

Then, the thin old man, who suddenly woke up, lay down again, pulled some straw over his body, and soon fell asleep.

This sudden sword qi filled the city, and it was not only the thin old man who guessed it, but also the rest of the monks.

Among them, there are many people with advanced realms who want to come over and have a look, ask what the reason is, and think that if they can be happy, they can probably pick up a bargain, but how can they compare to this city full of sword qi? I am afraid that before I get close, I will be strangled by the sword qi.

Therefore, no one dared to step forward.

I can only wait quietly for this sword qi to dissipate.

He simply didn't wait long, as Xu Baichuan collected his sword and stood up, the old man turned into ashes, and the sword qi in the city also converged.

The snow is falling even heavier.

But they all avoided this small courtyard.

Cheng Yuqing walked out of the door, her eyes were clear, how could she still be sleepy?

The scholar looked at Xu Baichuan, who was full of momentum, and looked at it for a long time before he sighed: "Your background is really extraordinary, you can walk in the world of the Great Zhou with a sword alone, how can you have no means, I have highly estimated your means, but I didn't expect it to be higher than expected." ”

If you want to give Xu Xu Baichuan's strength at this moment, only two people can.

One is an old man who has disappeared, and the other is Cheng Yuqing.

Cheng Yuqing is a disciple of the Confucian Academy, and he has seen many great monks make moves, but now that he thinks about it, the power he has caused is not comparable to Xu Baichuan, and his killing power can be seen.

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal and did not respond.

More precisely, it is not yet possible to respond.

Why?

It's about finding the informant.

His whereabouts are very secretive, and he has been staying in this courtyard since he came to Taiping City, rarely going out sometimes, and never mentioning his real name to the outside world, so how did these people find him?

He asked Cheng Yuqing not long ago, and got an answer, and he had a guess in his heart.

So the next moment, this sword cultivator who stirred up the storm in the city walked out of the courtyard, stepped out, and arrived at a place.

It is an extremely large temple, and the incense burner in front of the temple gate has been filled with incense, which shows the depth of its incense.

When Xu Baichuan arrived, in the main hall of this temple, a Buddha statue with half of his head missing suddenly lit up, and an old monk walked out of it.

It was Fajing, and as for Wang Daguan, he was sitting under the Buddha statue early, and he was holding a woman in his arms, but both of them had no god in their eyes.

Fajing sighed, looked up at Xu Baichuan, who had already stepped into the main hall, and said helplessly: "Cause arises, cause extinguishes, fate arises and dies, there should be no fate." ”

Xu Baichuan carried the autumn breeze with a calm face, but he didn't speak.

Fajing smiled bitterly, folded his hands and made a big salute, and said seriously: "All sins are caused by me, and I also ask Gongzi Xu to spare the officials." ”

The words were very decisive, and he admitted it without thinking, but Fajing thought so, but it didn't mean that Xu Baichuan thought the same way.

There was anger in Xu Baichuan's eyes.

So there were thousands of swords hanging in the main hall, and they would fall with just one thought.

Fajing smiled even more, knowing that it was a mortal situation, but he still couldn't help but beg for mercy, and he also had remorse in his heart, he knew that this means were so clever, so he didn't fight this idea, now it's good, the incense is at its peak, but people are going to die, and the two are not cost-effective.

Fajing sighed again, thinking that this matter could not be good, looking at the person in front of him who had no possibility of reconciliation, then he should fight.

Take a few steps, and the whole body turns into a golden body, like a god and Buddha descending into the world, and the majesty is incomparable.

"If that is the case, then it is offended. ”

Before the words fell, the entire temple launched a golden light, and they all condensed on Fajing's body, and Fajing pinched a seal in his hand, and made King Kong shoot at Xu Baichuan angrily.

The temple began to shake, and many tiles fell to the ground one after another, making a loud noise, but even so, it was helpless.

That wisp of sword immortal sword qi still has most of it until now, which means that Xu Baichuan is still the killing power of Tianmen.

A sword was handed out.

The wind and waves were calm, and no power was created, but it was such a simple sword that brought everything to rest.

The huge vajra statue was torn apart in just an instant, and it quickly changed back to its original form.

Fajing's original physical body is now extremely weak, and it only takes a gust of wind to blow it away, allowing this person to completely dissipate between heaven and earth.

Fajing's expression was calm, since he had worked hard just now, there was no regret in his heart, everything was self-inflicted, no wonder.

I have to say that the sword cultivation method in front of him is really clever.

Oh heaven!

How rare.

Xu Baichuan still didn't speak, just glanced at Fajing, and then left this place.

And after he left, the temple began to collapse, and Fajing had dissipated at the moment of the collapse of the temple, completely erased from this heaven and earth, as for the Wang Daguan and the woman who hugged each other, it was difficult to say whether they were dead or alive, and no one cared.

After the collapse of the temple, many people came here, but they did not dare to approach.

They are all afraid of death, afraid of getting into trouble.

After all, Xu Baichuan's killing power is in their eyes, and I am afraid that it should be easy to say that they want to destroy the entire Taiping City.

The thoughts of the people hidden in the shadows were unspeakable, and they all made up their minds, and after they went back, they told the family sect not to mess with the people with swords.

In this way, the situation of the swordsmen of Taiping City is much better.

And for all this, that sword cultivator has already returned to the courtyard again.

The earth-shattering sword qi from before had been put away, and at this time, this sword cultivator who had done something great was calm.

Cheng Yuqing looked at Xu Baichuan and asked seriously, "What are you going to do when you leave here?"

This is the first time that the reader has asked, and he has already been answered in his mind, but in the current situation, it is obvious that the previous answer is not very correct, so what is it?

Xu Baichuan glanced at him and said softly: "If you want to do something, as for what you want to do, you don't have to know, it's no good." ”

This is a big truth, it is about the saints, it is about the emperor of the Great Zhou, if you want to get rid of it, it will be very difficult.

It's not so easy to shake off the water after stepping into muddy water.

Cheng Yuqing nodded, and didn't ask again, no matter how he asked, he could only get so much, and it was useless to ask again.

There was silence for a long time.

The two of them were silent for a while, until Cheng Yuqing broke the silence.

"Are you going to leave now?"

Xu Baichuan snorted and said calmly: "This time the sword has attracted a lot of people, and it will be troublesome to continue to stay here." ”

Cheng Yuqing thought about it, and also felt that it was, after all, in this place in Taiping City, there was a Tianmen sword cultivator for no reason, which might not be noticed, and even this scholar dared to conclude that someone had already sent the news back to the Three Sects, and maybe it wouldn't be long before there would be great monks from all walks of life coming, whether it was with a piece of the pie or what kind of thoughts, it would always be some big trouble.

Cheng Yuqing looked at the room where Feng Cheng was lying, "Then what are you going to say about him?"

Xu Baichuan's expression was still calm.

He knew that Feng Cheng hadn't slept, and he knew that Feng Cheng had everything in his eyes, but he still had to leave in the end, this sword cultivator would never stay in one place for too long.

He had to keep walking until he reached the peak.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "There's nothing to say, I told him everything I should tell him, and I have to go by myself in the future, I can only help here." ”

Cheng Yuqing shook his head and didn't say much.

I just watched this sword cultivator turn into a sword light, soar into the sky, and leave towards an unknown place.

Not long after Xu Baichuan left, several figures appeared on Taiping City one after another.

There are Taoist people wearing Taoist robes, and there are also Buddhist monks with compassionate faces, as for the Confucian masters, they are late because of an incident, and they only met in Taiping City after about half a stick of incense.

The Taoist was breezy and calm, holding a gossip mirror in his hand, and was releasing Dao techniques to investigate.

Looking for the dragon and looking at the water, the deposit has always been the strength of Taoism, and finding people is naturally no exception, but after a long time, this Taoist master is still thoughtless, his brows are furrowed tightly, and he is very puzzled.

The senior monk on the side looked at it in his eyes and asked curiously: "What is the result, have you ever found any trace of that person?"

The Taoist still frowned, and looked at it for a while before he spoke: "I haven't found out, it seems that he has already left Taiping City, if not, he will appear in my gossip mirror." ”

The master on the side had a strange face, and his face was full of desire to speak and stopped.

When he came, he seemed to see a sword light, but he didn't dare to be sure, so he spent some time, and now that he thinks about it, it should be the short-lived Tianmen Sword Cultivator.

He muttered in a low voice, "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

The three of them looked down over Taiping City and felt that this was very boring, so after saluting each other, they parted ways.

This is not true, and the Confucian master stayed.

was standing in the courtyard, looking at Cheng Yuqing, who was respectful, with a smile on his face, and said: "You young people, you love to do something reckless, and fortunately it's me who came, if it's another master, you little slippery head, you will get rid of your skin if you don't die." ”

The master has read many books and seen many people and things, and it is not difficult to guess this, and besides, there is still a trace of sword energy left in this courtyard.

Cheng Yuqing scratched her head and pretended to be innocent: "Master, what are you talking about?"

Cheng Yuqing quietly fell a big stone in his heart, he originally thought that it was another master who came, and he originally wanted to spend more words, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

After all, the one in front of him is his own husband's husband, that is the master, this is his own family.

The master laughed and glanced at the room where Feng Cheng was lying, and he didn't break it, but he just thought it was funny.

In these years, there are still people who hold swords and become sword cultivators, but their courage is not small, so they are not afraid of dying halfway and becoming a corpse?

The master stepped forward, looked at his apprentice, thought about it, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Since it's you little guy here, then I won't see it, but little guy, you have to know that this time is not an example, and next time you want to hide it from the world, it's not so easy." ”

Cheng Yuqing nodded fiercely, and promised to come down with a guarantee, as for how much he can believe, that is the benevolent and the wise see the wise, the master does not believe it at all, he is very familiar with his only disciple.

The two had been separated for a long time, so naturally they had a topic to talk about, and as they talked, they talked about the manuscript of the saint.

The sage manuscript was not only given to Cheng Yuqing, but also a copy of the master, even if the master's realm was already very high, so high that it had touched the threshold of stepping out of that step, but as long as there was no breakthrough, the sage manuscript would have a role.

When Cheng Yuqing talked about the rise, he took out the manuscript he had obtained from Xu Baichuan before, and seriously told the future, but when he talked about the fall of the scholar in the Sword Sect, there was something wrong with the master, it should be a memory, and maybe a little happy.

The master has lived for a long time, and the scholar has naturally seen it, and it has a lot to do with it.

The two of them were of different factions and learned different principles, and they often argued with each other and fought with each other, but the scholar was extremely talented, and coupled with the manuscripts of the saints, his cultivation was much faster, and the final result was that the master lost a little bit every time.

Now I only see the manuscript and not the reader, and it is a happy thing to think about it.

The master looked at the manuscript and sighed: "It turned out to be Zeng Sheng's knowledge, no wonder. ”

As for where the wonder is, the Master did not say.

The master raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Yuqing, and said approvingly: "You little guy is very blessed, the manuscript of a saint that is rare for ordinary monks has fallen into your arms like this, one or two copies, and if you say it, you will be angry to death a large number of people, and your road will be smooth in the future, maybe your achievements will be higher than mine." ”

After all, no one wants to see their juniors better than themselves, and if there really is, then it's another matter.

Cheng Yuqing nodded, he thought so too, although his own talent was not extremely high, but in these two saint manuscripts, this gap could be smoothed out over there, and maybe even the position of the saint could be glanced at a few times.

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "Master, when are you going to go to the clouds?"

The clouds have been the place where saints have been since ancient times, and only saints can do it, if they offend, they will be beaten off and cultivated, and from then on they will become mortals, and they have nothing to do with cultivation.

If you want to go to the clouds, you must have a saint position.

Therefore, there is no other meaning in this statement, which is to simply ask the Master when he is going to be sanctified.

The master didn't think that there would be such a problem, he was a little distracted for a while, and after coming back to his senses, he said helplessly: "Do you think the old man doesn't want to, but there are so many locations in the sky, a radish and a pit, how to get in if you don't pull it out, and people in the clouds have a very long life, and it is so difficult to wait for a location." ”

After a few words, the three religions are fortunate and sour, don't look at the three religions are now the avenue of heaven, but when this avenue comes to an end, you will find that the road has been blocked by people, and there are only a few gaps that can be out, but those gaps are occupied by people, and you can't beat them, so you can only sigh and sigh, and finally die miserably.

The saddest thing about spiritual practice is nothing more than that.

After Cheng Yuqing listened, he didn't care, but said the names of the two people.

One is Chen Wen, who has just entered the clouds, and the other is the sword immortal.

The implication is obvious, even if the radish refuses to leave the pit, then let people pull it out, anyway, with the ability of that sword immortal, it will definitely not stop at killing only one or two saints.

The master looked at the bold Cheng Yuqing in front of him, opened his mouth, and wanted to say some words to teach a lesson, but before the words were spoken, he was pressed in his heart.

This master actually thought so in his heart, since you can all sit and lie in the clouds, why can't we?

There is no such reason in the world.

The Master took a deep breath and unconsciously had expectations in his heart.

As for what to expect? It is expected that the next person who will die under the sword of that sword immortal will be a Confucian saint.

The Master said seriously, "These words cannot be mentioned to anyone in the future, can you understand?"