This thunder and lightning did not cause any effect, which made Mo Xin very surprised, this is very undeserved, these sword cultivators are so poor that they are clanging, and they are all over the body with a sword, and they have always used a sword to split in the face of spells, and they ignore all the other means, but in this case, why didn't the thunder and lightning work?

He was puzzled.

He wanted to ask, so he asked.

"You don't only have a sword on you, there should be some other things to block my spells, maybe it's a great magic weapon, the grade must be good, now I think about it, it's true, you have killed a lot of people along the way, and it is natural to be able to get a few magic weapons, but when you die, it will all belong to me." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and did not reply.

Then he handed out a sword.

He doesn't want to talk too much nonsense, he can't change the current situation, and the best way to respond is to cut a sword.

After Mo Xin becomes a dead man, he may have the leisure to answer his questions.

It's just that Mo Xin shouldn't be able to hear it.

At this moment, there is an autumn wind rising, and the sword is flashing.

The young Taoist priest looked at the ushered sword, and did not show a look of fear, the two of them fought to this point, no matter which direction they looked at, he had the upper hand, and the magic weapons and means were endless one after another, so there was no need to be afraid.

He thought for a moment and recalled the peachwood sword.

The wind began to make a lot of noise.

The vague figure of the swordsman on the peachwood sword gradually became clear, and with the sound of the wind, he attacked and killed Xu Baichuan.

In an instant, this swordsman who suddenly appeared appeared beside Xu Baichuan.

The corners of Mo Xin's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and a handful of dust was sprinkled in the wind.

He knew that Xu Baichuan was not afraid of poison, so he didn't plan to poison it, just put some gadgets.

The wind howled, and the dust followed, and in an instant, it attached to the long sword in Xu Baichuan's hand, making his sword light suddenly dim.

Mo Xin sighed: "The reliance of your sword cultivation is nothing more than sword qi, and now your sword qi can't drive the long sword, so you can only wait for death." ”

Xu Baichuan shook his head, he didn't dare to agree with what Mo Xin said, the long sword in his hand was given to him by the old Taoist, even if he didn't use sword qi, he could still kill.

A sword blocked horizontally, resisting the slash of the peachwood sword, Xu Baichuan took a few steps back, and then kicked out.

Kick that peachwood sword far away.

Taking a deep breath, he flew up, holding the autumn wind in his hand, and smashed it down.

The mahogany sword flew some distance again, and slammed into the wall of a house.

There are already small cracks in the sword.

After all, it is made of peach wood, and it is inevitable that it will be more fragile.

Xu Baichuan stood with his sword in his hand, his expression was indifferent, and his bearing was the same as that of those famous sword cultivators.

Now he doesn't have to think about anything, the only thing he has to do is to kill this Taoist priest of unknown origin.

Then continue on the road.

Mo Xin looked at the peachwood sword nailed to the wall, and felt a little distressed, this took him a long time to ask the master for a good deal, and for this reason, he also suffered a lot of white-eyed gossip from his peers, and after holding it in his hand, he has always regarded it as a treasure, just thinking about when this sword can make a big splash, and now it seems that the power is a little weak.

But it doesn't matter, it works.

With a slight movement in his heart, the peachwood sword broke free from the shackles of the wall and fell into his hand, and the soul that had been surrounding the swordsman on the sword body suddenly dissipated.

Since there is no difference between having it and not having it, what else do you want him to do, it is better to do it himself.

Just when he was distracted, Xu Baichuan approached him again and handed out a sword, pointing directly at his heart.

Although Xu Baichuan didn't know what Mo Xin was thinking, as a sword cultivator, he naturally knew that this was a good opportunity, thinking if he could try to kill Mo Xin, even if he didn't succeed, he would have to cause some injuries, otherwise in the end, he would have a lot of injuries on his body and Mo Xin was intact, so his previous efforts would not be in vain.

Mo Xin came back to his senses, chuckled, and was not afraid to meet this sword.

The two swords intersected, each taking a few steps back.

Mo Xin looked at the big mouth on his hand, grinned, a few drops of sweat dripped from his head, he had practiced qi cultivation in the Taoist temple since he was a child, and he fought with people a few times, or under the care of his elders, so he had never been injured, and he didn't know what it was like to be injured.

Now it seems that it is not very comfortable, and the pain that pierces the heart is simply unbearable.

Compared to him, Xu Baichuan is much better, after all, he is an orthodox sword cultivator, and the time he holds the sword is not short, so it is natural that his swordsmanship is better.

Xu Baichuan stopped his steps, looked at the blood dripping from the ground, and said calmly: "Your sword is not as good as mine." ”

This is a fact that cannot be refuted.

Mo Xin swallowed a pill and sighed: "The sword is not the second, it doesn't hurt to lose to you, after all, it is just a means, since the sword can't compare to you, it's a big deal to change the means, after all, it can kill you." ”

Xu Baichuan was silent.

Mo Xin is a Taoist priest, but he likes to be a sword cultivator, in addition to the sword, there must be some others, and he is a sword cultivator, and he only has a sword in his hand.

Maybe that's not right, he has some other things, and after killing so many people, there will always be something good left.

For example, the brush was left by a scholar named Feng Ning.

Since the old Taoist priest can let him hold it, it must be able to use it.

Otherwise, there is no need to do this kind of work.

took out the brush and tentatively poured sword qi into it, not to his surprise, the brush was obviously able to accept sword qi, and a faint white light was emitting here.

Sword cultivation can use magic weapons when necessary, and he Xu Baichuan is not the kind of pedantic person.

The sword can be used, and the magic weapon can be used naturally.

Holding a sword in his right hand and a brush in his left, he thought about how those people used it, and tentatively wrote a word in the air.

Sword!

He is a sword cultivator, and it is natural to write this word.

The pen fell, and the sword words were completely formed, and it really turned into a three-foot long sword, floating in the air.

Mo Xin's face was a little ugly, all he heard was that sword cultivation could only rely on the sword in his hand, and he could not use other magic weapons, how could he change his taste when he got here, a dignified sword cultivator, actually used Confucian magic weapons.

While he was thinking about these things, the sword character had already flown towards him, and although he tried his best to resist, it still blew a small crater in him.

The medicinal properties of the elixir that he swallowed before were still there, and the blood soon stopped, but that small pit would remain here forever.

Xu Baichuan looked at this scene, as if he understood why the monks of the three sects liked to use magic weapons, it didn't hurt if his own realm was weaker, and he could easily deal with magic weapons in his hand, how could he not be fascinated.

Holding a brush, I pondered for a moment and wrote three big characters in the air.

Xu Baichuan!

That's his name, he doesn't know what the effect will be, but he always feels that it should be okay to write it down, maybe he can conjure one out of thin air, and when the time comes, the two sword cultivators will carry swords, and it will be quite good to think about it.

He thought well, but the truth was a little beyond his expectations, and he did not conjure him out of thin air, but turned into a clear light and integrated into his body, and the small injuries on his body were immediately intact, and even the autumn wind in his hand was rejuvenated.

But this has a price to pay for, the brush looks more worn, cracks have begun to appear on it, and good things can be blown away by a gust of wind, but for some reason, a sudden flash of white light prevents this destruction.

Xu Baichuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't know much about magic weapons, and he didn't know why this happened, but one thing was right, after repeated battles, there was not much sword qi left in his heart lake, and now it was filled again.

is good news.

He looked at Mo Xin, "How do you want to die!"

Mo Xin snorted coldly, he didn't seem to care on his face, but he was already quietly on guard in his heart, he didn't understand why this was happening, the situation seemed to be a little unfavorable to him now, it was always right to be careful.

He has a lot of belongings, and now he is almost exhausted, and now he only has this peachwood sword and the magic weapon given to him by the Lord when he left, and he originally wanted to keep it as a hole card, but according to this situation, if he doesn't have to come out, he will really die here.

He didn't hesitate any longer, took out a coffin ornament made of gloomy wood, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence blood and sprayed it on it, and said something in his mouth.

The coffin suddenly grew larger, and a faint black gas appeared in this clearing, and an extremely strong rancid smell permeated, and those townspeople who were hiding in the dark to watch couldn't help but gag, trying to calm down, and when they looked at it again, they were suddenly frightened.

What came out of the coffin was a zombie, with iron teeth and copper teeth, and an extremely tall body, which was extraordinary just by looking at it.

It stands to reason that zombies dare not show up under the sun, so they can't see zombies during the day, and the sun is still there at this time, but zombies are not afraid of the sun, which is very impossible, but after thinking about it, these Taoists have always had great powers, and it is logical that zombies can avoid the sun.

Mo Xin's face finally looked a lot better, leaning on the archway at the main entrance to gasp, his face turned pale for a while, the mouthful of essence blood just now cost him a lot of foundation, and it would take at least half a year to repair it back after this time, but if he could kill Xu Baichuan, it would be worth it.

At this moment, he can really be regarded as using all means, if he can't take Xu Baichuan, he can only consider himself unlucky and complain about others.

The young Taoist priest really felt that he should probably call more people to come, and at least he would not end up in this kind of field.

The zombie roared, opened its mouth, and ran straight towards Xu Baichuan with bursts of fishy and evil winds.

Xu Baichuan frowned, stepped back lightly on his toes, avoided this pounce, and quickly stabbed out a sword with his hand, but despite the blessing of sword qi, it only cut through a piece of skin, and it was stuck in the muscles and could not enter.

The reason why zombies are zombies is that they are completely unaware of the pain, they don't care about the sword wounds on their hands, and they turn their heads and bite Xu Baichuan directly.

The situation was critical, and he could only draw his sword and retreat.

This zombie is much more tricky than he thought, it is not afraid of pain, it is not afraid of death, it does not bleed, and it is difficult to kill unless you find its weak point.

Mo Xin looked at this scene, and his heart was inexplicably happy.