The sword aura soared into the sky.

The three-foot land of sword cultivation is a place of death, Xu Baichuan carried Qiu Feng and smashed it down, although there was a brush in front of him, but at this time he was less than three feet away from the little prince, just killing, the little prince had no way to retreat, he could only watch Qiu Feng Sword cut off his hand holding the brush and kicked himself to the ground.

Although he is a cultivator of the Law Refining Realm is much stronger than Xu Baichuan's aura, and it is already the ultimate to be able to fight so far, it is too wishful thinking to win, unless he cultivates orthodoxy, but he is too miscellaneous in the side of the sect, and when the autumn wind points to his forehead, he can only be helpless.

The killing power of sword cultivation is the best in the world at any time.

How can the rest of the monks be able to defeat them?

He doesn't want to die!

Gritting his teeth, he stepped back to the wall, took the brush over, and dipped the remaining blood from his body to write a sword character.

It's not pretty.

With every stroke, the breath on his body weakened a little, and when the blood-red sword words were formed, he was no different from a mortal, and he couldn't see any breath on his body.

The sword word emitted a red light, which was reflected on Xu Baichuan's body, and suddenly the light was great, and it slowly condensed into a sword.

It's not bad as the autumn breeze!

Confucian magic has always been based on the shape of the word pen and ink, there was a sage who spit out the words in the mountains, the pen into the world, the little prince can not practice that realm, the method is not orthodox, but in any case, he is always a Confucian monk, can use words into a sword, it is a matter of course, just want to use the Confucian method to steal the sword and cultivate the sword qi, this matter is a great stupid thing.

Before him, there was a Confucian sage who relied on his own mana to draw a sword fairy with pen and ink, and wanted to incorporate sword cultivation into Confucianism, originally this thing was not bad, and it was also first-class to do it with the mana of the Confucian sage, when his last stroke fell, the sword roared loudly between heaven and earth, and the sword fairy who drew it, after holding an iron sword that appeared out of thin air, he was not under his control, and he killed the Confucian sage, the sword cultivation was not a Confucian monk who could be contaminated, first the sage painted the sword and was beheaded, and today the little prince wrote a sword, and the sword master is still here, as if he hit a fake in front of the owner, so he died, and it deserved。

The blood-red sword word was slashed down by a sword.

The little prince looked incredulous, this was his biggest hole card, and when the sword word was formed, the power went straight to the peak of alchemy, but why, Xu Baichuan only waved a sword lightly, and he easily cracked it?

Xu Baichuan held the autumn wind tightly, his face was full of ridicule, he used spells to make a long sword, he can be described as a complete fool, now that he thinks about it, he has met a lot of scholars, but this is the most stupid, and he will meet it again in the future.

In the kung fu of the two against the enemy, the war outside has come to an end, the Dali Iron Army led by Li Yangbai is well-trained, with complete weapons and weapons, and the Western Turks are originally a plate of scattered sand, even if they are unified by the little prince and reluctantly formulate regulations, they are still a rabble, and the weapons are not good, an iron pot can be regarded as a family heirloom, as for the weapons are all made of bones and stones, the results of the Dali Iron Army can be imagined.

The spear came out of his hand, nailing a Turk who was begging to escape, Li Yangbai stood outside the big tent, his face was full of pride, the old man said to him before he led the army, not to ask for all but to ask for half, and now the camp of Turks has surrendered, as for those who do not surrender until death, they have gone to see the king of Hades.

Now that his task has been completed, all he expects is that Xu Baichuan walks out with the little prince's head, if the little prince escapes, then everything he did today is just in vain.

Sending people to surround the big tent tightly, Li Yangbai retrieved the spear, and his whole body was ready to go, if the little prince came out soon, he would make a brazen move.

In any case, the Western Turks have to stay here.

......

Xu Baichuan took a deep breath, the autumn wind turned around half a circle and was ready to go, although the little prince was now like an ordinary person, but the brush was still in his hand, plus the first time he fought with a Confucian monk, he could be careful, try to be careful.

The little prince looked at Xu Baichuan who stopped in place, his heart was full of anxiety, although he no longer had any breath, Xu Baichuan would die if he stabbed out with a sword, but the brush in his hand was left to him by the master, which contained his blow, just smash it to make it, he was sure that Xu Baichuan would definitely not be able to resist.

Xu Baichuan frowned, the little prince looked peaceful, it was obvious that there was fraud, if he was an ordinary person, he had long been thinking about running, instead of sitting in place and waiting for him to pass.

After traveling so many roads, he is no longer the fledgling kid he was when he was in a hurry, and he can still bite people when he is in a hurry, not to mention the dying counterattack of a cultivator, no matter how you think about it, it is unusual.

Therefore, this sword explores its fiction and reality.

lifted up and walked forward, and the three-foot cold front leaned out.

The little prince grinned with a big smile on his mouth, smashed the brush in his hand on the ground, scattered the dust and smoke in the sky, and only changed into a fierce tiger in a moment, and pounced towards Xu Baichuan, the tiger was extremely realistic, and even the fishy smell on his body was as thick as an ordinary tiger, Xu Baichuan had long expected this move, the autumn wind turned direction, took him away, and dodged the tiger's pounce.

Standing with his sword in his hand, looking at the tiger that kept roaring, Xu Baichuan smiled and was not much afraid.

The tiger is hidden in that brush, and what is consumed is the breath of the brush, as long as the tiger's breath is dissipated and naturally scattered, the little prince will eventually die under his sword.

The little prince also thought of this, his face was a little ugly, and he reluctantly practiced a trick with a cautious hand, and the tiger roared and pounced on Xu Baichuan again.

Xu Baichuan took a deep breath, after a series of battles, there was not much sword qi left in his body, it was only enough to support him to make three more swords, if the three swords could not kill the tiger, he could only give up.

As the tiger approached three feet into him, he drew his first sword and stabbed it in the neck.

If the rest of the people were to receive this sword, they would die instantly, but the tiger was condensed by breath, and no matter where it was pierced, it could be replenished in an instant, and the price spent was only some breath.

The tiger's movements are stagnant, and there is a place where the sword is cultivated, and he is always dead, although he is not a human.

At this moment, Qiu Feng handed out the second sword, which was still attacking the tiger's neck, but this sword was a decapitation.

The little prince looked at all this, and his expression of joy suddenly disappeared, when the tiger was formed, he thought that Xu Baichuan should not be able to resist, but now it seems that he actually suppressed the tiger, if he was not sure that Xu Baichuan was only a sword qi realm sword cultivator, and there was not much breath, he would have fled.

When he was practicing, he had heard of the prestige of sword cultivation, and his face was full of disbelief when he heard that there was a sword immortal slashing saint in the past, but now it seems that it is enough to see it just by relying on Xu Baichuan.

Sword cultivation killing power, the world's best.

Qiu Feng didn't stop for a moment after handing out the second sword, most of the tiger's neck was cut open, and his movements became extremely slow, he knew that this was a good time, so he jumped around the tiger and handed the third sword to the little prince.

The little prince was cut off an arm, already in pain, his breath was taken away by the brush, and his body was even worse, even if he got a moment of respite, he did not reply to any breath, and he was proud because the tiger hidden in the brush protected him, and now the tiger was half a big tent away from him, and he couldn't be saved.

When this sword really stabbed at him, he couldn't help but feel remorse in his heart, if he didn't want to take Xu Baichuan's sword before, but ran away directly, he must have survived, returned to the grassland, and continued to be the king of the Western Turks.

At this time, the tiger has also recovered as before, roared and pounced towards Xu Baichuan, when Xu Baichuan was a zhang away, the autumn wind sword had been handed into the throat of the little prince, and it circled around the momentum, cutting off the head of the little prince who was not blind, and the autumn wind picked it into his hand, lifted the only breath left in the heart lake, and dodged aside.

He came here tonight to kill the little prince, and now that the little prince has been ambushed, there is no need to stay here longer.

As for the tiger, let it dissipate and lose the control of the little prince, which is of little use.

Xu Baichuan held the autumn wind in one hand and his head in the other, and slowly walked out of the big tent, and behind him was a sluggish tiger.

Li Yangbai saw Xu Baichuan walking out of the big tent, and the heart hanging in his throat suddenly let go, and when he looked at the head he was holding in his hand, he sighed: "In the end, it is the legendary sword cultivation, this killing power can be called the best in the world." ”

Xu Baichuan waved his hand and threw his head to him, and smiled reluctantly: "What you said is not bad, if you come with another person, even if he is a cultivator of the Law Refining Realm, maybe he will have to hate here, now that I think about it, this person really has to be killed by me." ”

Li Yangbai stretched out his hand to catch the skull, and he didn't care about the dirt, and when he raised his head again after checking it, his face was already full of smiles.

"It's really the little prince's dog thief, you can kill him in the sword qi realm, so when you have a high realm in the future, won't you be able to kill a stronger one, obediently, the sword cultivation is so strong, it actually makes me think a little bit about it." ”

Xu Baichuan said softly: "If you want to, you can learn it a long time ago, that honeysuckle is in your grandfather's hands, as long as you open your mouth to inform you, you can hold it in your hand, there is a reason left by that senior, presumably it is easy for you to step into the path of cultivation." ”

Li Yangbai stuck his head on the spear and said with a smile: "Although sword cultivation is good, it is also a fatal way, if you don't keep it on the road, you will be slaughtered by other monks, I, I still like to live even more, Qingyuan City has such a big family business, waiting for me to inherit it, but I can't take such a risk, that sword, it's still good for you, in case you really become a great sword cultivator in the future, you can also save face if you say it." ”

Having said that, Li Yangbai's expression was so sad.

If he can really practice swords and become a monk, he is not afraid of death, but he has a Qingyuan City on his back, which binds him tightly here, and he can't leave for the rest of his life.

Xu Baichuan didn't make a sound, he didn't understand what Li Yangbai was carrying, all he had to do was practice the sword by himself, he had his own personal path, defending the city was not necessarily worse than practicing the sword, there was no superiority.

Li Yangbai smiled, didn't think about these things, and turned to Xu Baichuan and said: "The Western Turks have been wiped out, and the little prince has also died under your sword, so let's go, go and ask grandpa for credit, and then ask for that sword to come out to you." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded, after a fight, there was no sword qi in his heart, and now he wanted to go back to meditate and recover his sword qi, his body was empty and extremely uncomfortable.

Li Yangbai summoned his own soldiers to give orders, and pressed the surrendered 6,000 Turkic soldiers to march towards Qingyuan City, he rode a horse and walked in front, his face was full of spirit, and he won the first battle, and he could blow this bull for a lifetime.

Xu Baichuan was still riding the horse he had come, blowing the oncoming night breeze, a little happy.

It will be a pleasure to be able to go to Qingyuan Kingdom to learn swords in the near future, no matter what you think.