During the time when the Sword Sect was learning swords, Xie Qinghuan had fought with other monks in the past, there were losses and wins, and he was aggrieved, but he fought peacefully with others under the care of his elders, and he was far from making trouble to the extent of taking people's lives, but today is quite different, he really has murderous intent in his heart, and in his eyes, the only living scholar can not be trusted, and the only one who can be trusted is the dead.

What's more, Xie Qinghuan felt that since he had a quarrel with Feng Ning to this step, he would bring someone to come to the door with a sword, and if he gave up halfway like this, it would be too boring.

Before going down the mountain, the master had said to him that if he met someone who really wanted to kill and could kill him, then he didn't have to be afraid, just kill him, no matter how strong his background was, he had to endure it in the hands of the sword cultivators of the Qingyuan Sword Sect, even if he had a saint behind him, but how could the sword cultivator not kill the sword immortal of the saint?

Xie Qinghuan tightened Bai Lu, his body bowed slightly, as if he was looking for an opportunity, he knew that Feng Ning had been seriously injured on the surface now, and it was difficult to release even spells, but he knew that these scholars had always had countless means, and it was always right to be careful.

Xu Baichuan looked at Feng Ning's chest that was no longer bleeding, this scholar didn't know how to suppress the sword qi left in Bai Lu's body, although he lost a lot of blood, he could still stand, the sword cultivation sword qi was the most domineering aura in the world, even if it was the sword qi realm, it was impossible to suppress it so easily.

But he didn't think too much, since he suppressed Bai Lu's sword qi, then he tasted the autumn wind, and when Feng Ning was still suppressing the wound, the autumn wind suddenly rose.

When the autumn wind is handed out, the small courtyard with heavy snow really has an autumn wind, which is very surprising, but it is up to Xu Baichuan to do it, it is not strange at all, but it is a matter of course.

The autumn wind is not big, it comes fast, it goes fast, when it dissipates quickly, it is close to Feng Ning's heart, although there are brush books to block, it is only a little delayed, Xu Baichuan has always been extremely fast, Feng Ning can only barely control two magic weapons now, where can he keep up, so when this autumn wind really dissipates, the autumn wind sword is handed into Feng Ning's heart.

Xu Baichuan grinned, smiled, and turned his wrist, twisting that heart to pieces, and a large piece of blood spilled out.

Feng Ning is just a scholar after all, where can he stand this sword, and it is natural to die.

Xie Qinghuan was stunned and breathed a sigh of relief, he was still thinking about how to deal with Feng Ning just now, but he knew that it was almost lightning and flint, and this scholar would die and die.

Xu Baichuan looked at this scene, he was not happy, he was still waiting for him, Feng Ning was killed by him, but those magic weapons that were in his hands were still floating in the air, and even the light on it became more and more intense, condensing into the appearance of a master.

The face is not clear, the body is not tall, just like those teachers in the country private school, mediocre, but for some reason he always feels that this sudden appearance of the master is a great threat.

The master fell to the ground, looking at Feng Ning who fell in a pool of blood, a little distracted, Feng Ning was a student he cultivated with his heart, at that time Feng Ning was criticized in the Confucian Academy, and he tried his best to expel him, thinking that he would come to the red world to sharpen for a few years, it is best to make another contribution, without too much moderation, so it is natural to return to the Confucian Academy, as for women, in his opinion, it is just human nature, the first saint of Confucianism, Sage Kong, also said similar words, not to mention in his opinion, the love of beauty is the work of a gentleman, what is wrong, but now this student has been killed, or two sword qi realm sword cultivators, quite embarrassing for him, a dignified monk with a fire in his heart, died so aggrieved.

He leaned down and closed Feng Ning's wide eyes, sighed, took off the brush and books and put them in his hands, and turned to look at Xu Baichuan, his eyes were full of admiration and regret.

What happened in the courtyard was as vivid as he remembered, and he also knew that the reason why Feng Ning died was because of Xu Baichuan, although the relationship between Jian Xiu and the scholar was not good, it did not hinder his appreciation, but Xu Baichuan killed his student after all, if he was a gentleman who did not avenge the student, no matter how he looked at it, it was not right.

The master's cultivation is not bad, and there are only two realms from the position of the high saint, although the idea of this doppelganger left in the brush is only a whim of him, but now it appears that there is also a void realm, not to mention others, even if it is the realm of cultivation of this doppelganger, the entire mountain and river pass can not find an opponent to fight with him, these two little sword cultivators, it is really not enough to see.

The master glanced at Qiu Feng and said softly: "Ning'er is the old man's most beloved student, he died here for no reason, he really can't bear it, in this case, the old man killed you to avenge him, is there any objection?"

When these words came out, it made people feel like a spring breeze in their ears, and they couldn't even give birth to the slightest resentment, but after all, this is a murderous word, no matter how gentle it is, it will not be sent to death for no reason.

Xu Baichuan was silent, holding the autumn wind tightly in his hand, the sweat droplets on his head couldn't stop rolling down, the master is definitely the strongest opponent he has ever met now, there is no one, just by virtue of the exposed breath he is overwhelmed, almost unable to hold the sword, if he really moves, I am afraid that he will die immediately before he swings the sword.

Compared to Xu Baichuan, who gritted his teeth and resisted, Xie Qinghuan was quite unbearable, his body that was originally as straight as a sword had already bent down, although he tried hard to resist, he could only watch his body bend more and more, if it wasn't for the wit to prop Bai Lu on the ground, I was afraid that he would have knelt down now.

The master's expression did not fluctuate, and he sighed slightly: "The old man has seen many sword cultivators, and every waist pole is straight, so I thought that one day I would let them bend down, those big sword cultivators can't deal with it, but why are you two little sword cultivators so stubborn, just bend down to avoid these crimes, no matter how you look at it, it is a good choice." ”

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "Since the birth of the sword cultivation, the backbone may be broken, but it has not bent down, if you want to kill us, even if you come, there is a sword in hand, and I am not afraid of you." ”

Hearing this, Xie Qinghuan nodded, the backbone of those seniors has never bent down, there is no reason to bend the backbone when it comes to their generation, the reason why sword cultivation is sword cultivation is just like the common in the hand, rather bend than bend.

Walking into the courtyard, the master was a little annoyed, in his opinion, these sword cultivators should be killed one by one, rather than bending to say that we are scholars, but they were plagiarized by you, and they are not only ashamed, but proud.

According to what he said, the sword cultivator should be completely wiped out, and the whole world should be turned into a scholar, and it is best that even those Taoist monks should respect the scholar.

He knew that this step was a long way after all, and the sword cultivation was difficult to kill, so it was a truth that the wildfire burned the autumn grass, and the spring breeze was reborn.

Since this is the case, then killing these two little sword cultivators can also make the sword cultivators lose some vitality.

The brush book is his magic weapon, and now it is back in the hands of the master, and the spells he casts are completely different from those in Feng Ning's hands, he just waved lightly, Xu Baichuan's body was covered with large and small wounds, and the clothes that were already tattered are now even more, and they are worn like rags on his body, and Xie Qinghuan is much better than him, his clothes are intact, but his legs are about to kneel, Bai Lu has been deeply inserted into the ground, and the sword body is only an inch exposed.

Looking at the two still tenacious sword cultivators in front of him, the master felt hopeless, and he didn't want to say anything more, in his eyes, the mustard-like characters, since he was not convinced, he really killed them.

The brush stimulated the black light, and pointed straight at Xu Baichuan's heart, just when he thought he was going to die, something on his body suddenly shone brightly, emitting bursts of fluctuations that shook the brush back.

Xu Baichuan looked at the things floating in the air in astonishment, slightly distracted, but soon relieved, before leaving Yizhuang, the old Taoist priest had handed him a wooden card, saying that it would reveal a person's name, he thought that it could only reflect the name, but now it seems that there is such an effect.

The wooden plaque turned into a figure by the wind, and it was the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was still the same, half-asleep, but when he appeared, the dull aura that was pressing in the courtyard was swept away, and Xie Qinghuan was able to stand up.

The old Taoist priest patted Xu Baichuan on the shoulder and smiled: "Not bad, boy, it has only been a while to be able to practice the sword to this point, and he is about to catch up with that sword immortal." ”

Xu Baichuan sighed: "After all, it is a matter of life and death, if the way of the sword does not grow, I am afraid that sooner or later it will die......"

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the old Taoist priest who was transformed from a wooden card, patted his forehead, and suddenly realized: "It's not right, with you, I'm afraid it's difficult to die." ”

The old Taoist priest chuckled lightly and did not answer, Xu Baichuan was the person he chose, if he didn't grow to the height that could save him, he would die in vain, if he wanted to find another one in the future, it would be extremely difficult, the rule loophole could only be drilled once, and the second time I was afraid that it would be discovered by that old thing, and if I wanted to come out in the future, I really had no chance.

The master looked at the old Taoist priest who appeared out of thin air, and was vigilant, he could repel him at will, and the cultivation realm would not be weaker than him, and even higher than him, with such a master coming out to protect Xu Baichuan, I am afraid that he will return in vain today.

The master thought for a moment and said tentatively, "Why did Daoist friends appear here?"

The old Taoist priest pointed at Xu Baichuan with a smile, and said calmly: "My own descendants have been bullied, and as an elder, you naturally want to come out to help, don't you also want to avenge your stupid apprentice, then rely on your ability." ”

The master took a deep breath, and some wanted to retreat, he couldn't see through the cultivation realm of the old Taoist, if he waited for the battle to be killed, the ontology of the Confucian Sect would also be implicated, maybe even the realm would be cut, which he didn't want to see.

The old Taoist priest looked at the master's eyes full of mockery, for the scholars, he has always been blind, before he lived in Yizhuang when he beat a lot of scholars, almost into the Confucian Academy, if it were not for the Taoist and Confucian saints came out to mediate, according to his cultivation, there are really not many people in the Confucian Mansion who can stop him, and among these few people do not include the master.