When the autumn wind was handed out, there was really a small autumn wind.

It was winter, and the autumn wind looked strange, but if it was placed on a monk, it would not be surprising.

Xu Baichuan is a sword cultivator, and he can create this kind of vision when he comes out of the sword, how can he not be a monk, how can he be backward when he professes to be a genius?

Taking a step back to avoid the blade of the sword, he pinched out a piece of talisman paper from the talisman pouch at his waist and raised it, turning into a golden barrier in front of him.

Xu Baichuan has a sword called Qiu Feng.

He also has it, and it's a peachwood sword called a withered branch.

can also kill people, it's not much different.

I took the dead branch from behind and put it in my hand, and pasted a lot of rune paper on it in a row, watching the whole body turn into a golden dead branch.

His hands trembled slightly.

Jian Xiu used his sword to kill people, and many monks of the Three Sects died in their hands, if he used a peach wood sword to kill Jian Xiu, it should have some different meanings.

Maybe those big people can also cultivate some sword cultivation that belongs to the Dao Sect when they see it.

And all of this is based on the fact that his peachwood sword can kill Xu Baichuan, and if he dies, this idea does not need to be discussed.

The sword cultivator who was holding the sword and attacking didn't know what Mo Xin was thinking, his current idea was to kill this Daomen monk who had plagued him for a month, re-embark on that path, and embark on the Sword Sect to learn swords, although he didn't know when he would be able to reach the Sword Sect, but he would definitely be much faster after this Daomen monk was killed.

In his eyes, the peachwood sword was no different from funny.

Who in the world doesn't know that sword cultivation holds the sword first, and a Taoist priest holds a peachwood sword and doesn't cast spells, and he still thinks about fighting against sword cultivation, which is simply whimsical.

Even with the blessings of those talismans, it is nothing.

Mo Xin seemed to understand Xu Baichuan's thoughts, and with a smile, the peachwood sword slashed down diagonally, and a golden light burst out from the blade, slashing across Xu Baichuan's cheeks.

A trail of blood flowed out.

Xu Baichuan's expression was still flat, this wound was nothing to him, what made him feel interesting was that the peachwood sword, which was clearly driven by Taoist spells, actually had a bit of sword cultivation, which was very unusual.

Those saints changed their methods to crack why the sword cultivation was so strong, but in the end they all returned in vain, I didn't expect that today would be pondered by a Taoist monk to figure out a little meaning, although it is not much, but if it is placed in the hands of those saints, it will be a good sign, and it can also point out some directions.

He got some inheritance news from the jade pendant, and knew what kind of blow it would cause to sword cultivation if it spread, so he now had a reason to kill Mo Xin, even if it wasn't for himself, just for sword cultivation, Mo Xin couldn't keep it.

Although Mo Xin thought that he could kill Xu Baichuan with a peachwood sword, after all, he didn't study much sword cultivation and swordsmanship, and it was taboo for Daomen monks to study swordsmanship privately, so he only learned some small swordsmanship, otherwise, the golden brilliance that he swung just now was definitely not that kind of bearing, and at least a piece of flesh would have to be crossed.

Since the sword technique is not successful, then replace it with something else, he is a Taoist priest, and it is easy for him to cast some spells.

He took out a piece of golden rune paper, on which an ancient clumsy sword character was clearly written.

Over the years, the monks of the three sects have been communicating with each other, and some of the spells of the sects that are not important have been learned separately, and some new spells have been created.

The rune paper was pasted on the peachwood sword, which really dyed the peachwood sword gold, which was particularly dazzling in the soft sunlight.

Xu Baichuan's complexion finally changed, he didn't know what the purpose of this golden rune paper was, he could know that this peachwood sword had become extremely dangerous now, and its killing power was completely different from before, in other words, it was the same as the sword cultivation power of the same realm.

Mo Xin is refining methods, and now his killing power is stronger than refining sword cultivation, and maybe with those spells, it is even stronger.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "I finally know why you are so confident, holding the peachwood sword in front of the sword cultivation, it turns out that you have this dependence, no wonder it is so." ”

Mo Xin smiled calmly: " I have been listening to the prestige of sword cultivation since I was a child, and I have always longed for it, but unfortunately I later became a Taoist priest, but I still want to hold the sword, so I changed to another method, kill a sword cultivator to seize his sword technique, and then supplemented by Taoist spells, it has become what it is now, and now it seems that it has lived up to expectations, and after killing you, this method will spread in this piece of the world, from now on, maybe your sword cultivation will disappear without a trace, and then they will remember why this is the case, and all the reasons can be traced to you, why didn't I kill here, think about it is interesting。 ”

"You are wrong about one thing, I will kill you here now, and there will be no such thing as you said in the future. ”

Xu Baichuan looked serious.

The sword qi on his body gradually surged.

Mo Xin raised his head, "I said, it's you who died." ”

Stabbed out a sword, the peach wood sword was magnificent, pulling the snow all over the ground to condense into a snow sword, and the snow sword moved with the peach wood sword, and it sank towards Xu Baichuan with great force.

It happened to be blocked by the autumn wind.

The two added together, exuding an invisible wave of aura, and suddenly the wind blew fiercely, blowing the clothes of the two people, until people couldn't stand their waists.

Despite this, Xu Baichuan still held the snow sword steadily.

And this time, the peachwood sword had another action, and countless winds converged to form a sharp small sword, all of which stabbed at Xu Baichuan.

Who said that the monk of the Daomen couldn't use a sword, this is not the same, it is very good, and the sword cultivator who has become famous has no backhand.

The autumn wind turns and splits the snow sword, undaunted to meet the wind.

The autumn wind cuts the wind, and it is right.

After fighting with people so many times, even the most stupid monk would make some progress, not to mention Xu Baichuan, who was already extremely hard at sword cultivation, wouldn't it be logical to break through the realm.

It's just that he is still in the sword qi realm, and he wants to give birth to a sword soul.

Despite this, his sword aura was much stronger than before.

The long sword is the means, and the sword qi is the fundamental.

The brilliance of the peachwood sword is like sword qi, but in essence, it is still a spell after all, since it is a spell, it can be broken by the sword cultivation.

A sword cut the wind away, Xu Baichuan held the sword, and the long hair that was raised flew wantonly, and the pride was strong at this time.

"How!"

Mo Xin was stunned, although as an opponent, he was full of desire to kill Xu Baichuan, but he also had to admit that Xu Baichuan was indeed a good sword cultivator, maybe if he was stronger, he would be able to compete for the first person of the younger generation.

Only now, it is better to die at his hands.

Mo Xin stroked the peachwood sword, and there were words in his mouth, and an invisible swordsman suddenly appeared, he didn't look at it, and the peachwood sword directly slashed through the swordsman and absorbed it.

Although he couldn't find a sword cultivator to realize his thoughts at that time, there were many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, although he was just a mortal without sword qi in his body, but even he had to admire those swordsmanship.

So he found a long-established swordsman's soul to make a spell to help him drive the Peachwood Sword.

So at this moment, it was no longer him who was holding the peachwood sword, but the swordsman, whose killing power was a true refining sword cultivator.

Xu Baichuan frowned, the spells of the three sect monks had always been strange, but he didn't expect to be able to use them like this.

But now that it's been faced.

You don't have to think about anything else.

Just pull out your sword.

Before the dust settles, who wins and who loses is not a certainty after all.

Swept with his sword, then raised.

The surging sword qi gushed out, exploding a white light on the blade.

Mo Xin's expression was flat, and he handed out a sword without hurry, bypassing the autumn wind at a mysterious angle, and pointed at Xu Baichuan's wrist holding the sword, bursting out with a large area of blood.

After driving the swordsman, the swordsmanship he had studied for many years was finally used, and at this time, Xu Baichuan was already certain to die in his eyes.

He pointed out a sword again to repel Qiu Feng, and said calmly: "What's the use of being so stubborn, after all, you can't escape a dead word, if you die generously, maybe I can keep you a whole corpse, otherwise, after I kill you, even your corpse will be refined into a zombie together." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled, ignoring the pain in his wrist, and handed out the sword again.

The miserable white sword qi flew out and landed on Mo Xin's body.

Cut off a corner of the robe.

Mo Xin was slightly surprised, this sword came wonderfully, the swordsman in the peach wood sword actually didn't react, this is very undeserved, but he didn't know why.

But it doesn't matter, you can kill people.

Mo Xin poured his breath into the peachwood sword, and then let go of his hand, the peachwood sword actually floated in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed in the direction where Xu Baichuan was, letting out a sword roar, and immediately shot out towards him.

Under the sunlight, you can vaguely see that there is a hand holding the hilt at the junction of the hilt, and no matter how much it is, it will not be visible.

After all, the soul has no body under the scorching sun.

The peachwood sword exudes a majestic aura.

Xu Baichuan's face was a little bad, but he still didn't retreat, and he was still not afraid to hand out a sword.

Two swords fighting, there is no need to be afraid.

He can't beat a dead man, it doesn't make sense.

The autumn wind and the peachwood sword were combined, emitting a sound of gold and iron.

Abnormally harsh.

Mo Xin looked at Xu Baichuan, who was struggling to deal with it, smiled, and took out a piece of talisman paper from the bag on his waist again.

He is a Taoist monk, and it is impossible to use only swords, but spells to be orthodox.

With a hand, the rune paper spontaneously combusted without fire.

A cloud of thunder and lightning condensed in his hands.

The best thing that Taoist monks used was rune paper and spells, the most famous of which was the thunder method.

His realm cultivation is not enough, and he can't summon real thunder and lightning, but once he has the help of rune paper, it will be much easier.

Without much hesitation, he threw the thunderbolt directly at Xu Baichuan.

Looking forward to the time when the thunder and lightning are added, will Xu Baichuan, a sword cultivator, still be able to hold the sword in his hand?

It's just destined to disappoint him, Xu Baichuan has the mark left by the old Taoist, and the old Taoist is famous for using the thunder method, this thunder and lightning is really not enough.

Xu Baichuan slashed the peachwood sword with a sword and looked up at him.

Murderous.