There is a dilapidated road in Yunzhen, full of weeds and inaccessible, so when Xu Baichuan walked into this road, the figure following behind him suddenly found that Xu Baichuan had disappeared, and it was too easy to hide a person in the weeds on this ground.

The figure stood at the intersection with a gloomy face.

Before, he discussed with another person, wanting to intercept and kill Xu Baichuan together and use his sword to receive the reward, but he didn't expect that the other person was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he had to let him come alone, but even so, he was sure, for Xu Baichuan was determined to win, the cultivation world has always hung a reward, no matter who it is, in what way, as long as he takes away the sword that does not leave his body, he can go to any monk sect to cash the reward.

The difficult situation of sword cultivation can be imagined.

Xu Baichuan stood behind the figure and laughed softly: "Your Excellency is looking for me?"

The figure turned around and was frightened, he asked himself that his perception was sensitive, and the wind and grass within five zhang could not be separated from his ears, but now Xu Baichuan appeared behind him silently, which made him very puzzled.

Looking at the unsheathed sword on Xu Baichuan's waist, the figure couldn't help but gasp, the sword cultivation was extremely lethal He knew that with the strength that Xu Baichuan was showing now, it would not be a problem to kill him quietly, but for some reason, Xu Baichuan did not draw his sword.

The figure was a little hesitant, he knew that he should pull another person here, he thought that Xu Baichuan was just a sword cultivator who had just practiced, and his killing power was not very good, but now just standing there, he had a strong sense of threat.

Seeing that the figure didn't speak, Xu Baichuan smiled and continued to ask, "Come and kill me?"

The figure still didn't reply, but the ugly face and the steel knife in his hand betrayed him.

Xu Baichuan nodded, knowing it in his heart, so he quickly spoke: "If you want to kill me, then it is logical for me to kill you." ”

With a sonorous sound, the sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the autumn wind pointed at the figure.

"Since becoming a sword cultivator, I think that An An is not contaminated with the world, you have murderous intentions against me for no reason, and you can't blame anyone if you die. ”

The figure had an ugly face, although he didn't know what the killing power of this sword cultivator in front of him was, but he knew that if he didn't fight and let others slaughter him, he was afraid that if the sword came down, he would have to hate it.

So this one, he had to win, otherwise, he would have to lose his life.

Everything is over.

So he suddenly burst up, his body swept forward, the steel knife in his hand was raised high and slashed down, surrounded by a faint wind, Xu Baichuan just took a step back gently, it was the end of the world, the steel knife was very clever in the air, did not hurt Xu Baichuan at all, the steel knife changed hands, and wanted to strike again, but Xu Baichuan took a step forward with the sword in his hand, without much movement, and gently handed out a sword, the tip of the sword was on his neck, and there were blood stains floating, in desperation, he had to throw the knife on the ground in order to save his life.

Xu Baichuan didn't even use the sword qi in his body, he just relied on his swordsmanship to defeat the figure, even if the figure was at the lowest level of the monk, the realm was just barely qi, Xu Baichuan won so easily, it was the result of his cultivation these days.

It is also indispensable that the figure is too impatient, and there is no discipline in wielding the knife.

Xu Baichuan's face was ordinary, as if he had done a trivial matter, and he said calmly: "Why do you want to kill me?"

In danger of his life, the figure finally spoke: "The reward for sword cultivation is very high, as long as you are killed and your sword is taken to receive the reward, there will be a lot of silver, if the sword cultivation realm is higher, it will be possible to change a magic weapon." ”

Xu Baichuan frowned, he thought that the sword cultivation inheritance was mixed with dross, and it was miserable enough to be a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect that the cultivation world would still refuse to let go, and hunt and kill sword cultivation driven by rewarding interests.

Xu Baichuan suddenly thought of one thing, he had been practicing swords in Yunzhen for a long time, and the figure did not make a move on him at that time, but because of the promotion of the Li Mansion, he was targeted after going to the banquet out of the Li Mansion today, if it was said that the Li Mansion had nothing to do with the figure, it would be impossible, stabbing the autumn wind into it a little more, and said indifferently: "What is the relationship between you and the Li Mansion, they sent you?"

The figure swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said as calmly as possible: "I don't know what Li Mansion is, I am greedy for you alone." ”

Xu Baichuan didn't say a word, but he was sure in his heart that the figure and Li Fu were inseparable, he always knew that Li was still making friends with him just to use it, it was to cultivate a dead man who was not afraid of Zheng Zhupi, and to deal with the follow-up troubles, as long as he pushed himself out, everything would be fine, but unfortunately before the trouble was revenged, his father had already been promoted.

The figure looked at Xu Baichuan's sword blade stopped in his throat and no longer pierced it, he was glad in his heart, and after secretly remembering Xu Baichuan's location, he put his hand into his arms and took out a thing, and after instilling breath, he threw it on the ground suddenly, a burst of white light shone, and Xu Baichuan couldn't open his eyes.

The figure closed his eyes and retreated, picked up the steel knife on the ground, and slashed at Xu Baichuan while the white light had not disappeared, he was full of confidence in his knife, after all, there were not a few people who died in the white light.

Xu Baichuan subconsciously closed his eyes, even so, the wind in his hand did not tremble, and the figure still had a back hand did surprise him, but it was also expected, even if the steel knife was caught off guard, but the sound of its own weight splitting the air was enough to expose its position.

Xu Baichuan retreated lightly on tiptoe, and the autumn breeze in his hand was always firmly held in his hand, and he only needed to wait for a certain right time to defeat the enemy with one blow.

The figure slashed out three times in a row, but none of them hit Xu Baichuan, which made him panic, he knew the time of the white light, only within a few breaths, and half of the time passed when he slashed the air with the third knife, and if the next few knives missed again, there would be no chance.

Xu Baichuan clenched his hand in the autumn breeze, his ears moved slightly, and he carefully heard where the sound of the knife came from, and he quietly moved sideways to the left, he was gambling, gambling that the figure couldn't bear the next knife that came out in a hurry, as long as he dodged it, and then it was the moment for him to fight back.

Now the situation is very clear, the figure is just doing the last game, and the white light gradually dissipates, leaving not much time.

The figure suddenly roared, turned the knife sideways, and swept towards Xu Baichuan's place, but Xu Baichuan had already dodged and withdrawn, and everything he did was just useless.

Xu Baichuan held the sword and stabbed directly, the sword qi in the heart lake came out along the meridians of his arm, converging on the autumn wind, and a sharp white light appeared, full of coldness, although he also made a sword before, but it was just to test whether the sword technique was pure, and he did not use the sword qi, and now he used the sword qi in his body, which was really murderous.

So no matter how much the figure struggled to resist, it was in vain, and when the autumn wind pierced the steel knife that resisted, slashing through its throat and splashing blood, the figure regretted a little, he shouldn't have come.

But there is no regret medicine in the world to take, and he is still dead.

Xu Baichuan slowly opened his eyes, put the autumn wind that had not been stained with a trace of blood due to the sword qi into the sheath, looked at the corpse that fell to the ground, chuckled a few times, and echoed on the sparsely populated path, a little cold.

After this battle, he roughly knew what his own killing power was, not to mention that he could cross the border and fight, but it was logical for him to compete in the same realm to occupy the peak, after all, he was a sword cultivator, and sword cultivation was the strongest group of monks in the cultivation world, although Xu Baichuan had not practiced for a long time, he was a sword cultivator after all.

He had heard a saying that "within three feet of a sword cultivator, there is death."

Now it seems to be true.

Remove the money bag from the figure's body, pour out some and put it on himself, and dump the rest on the ground, although the path is inaccessible, but every day there will be people driving livestock to graze, and the corpses will be sent to Yizhuang, and the remaining money and property will be used as silver to burn.

Looking up at the stars in the sky and estimating the time, Xu Baichuan pondered for a moment, and then looked for direction and walked to another alley that was also inaccessible.

The door was wide open, and white lanterns hung everywhere.

And the old Taoist priest was still lying on the coffin board he liked, and he was a little surprised to see Xu Baichuan enter.

"You stepped in?"

Xu Baichuan picked up the bench and sat down, nodded and replied: "Well, thank you a lot for your jade pendant." ”

The old Taoist priest waved his hand indifferently, his expression was flat: "To tell the truth, even if this jade pendant is circulated, people know that there is a sword cultivation inheritance in it, and they don't dare to have any intentions, compared to the killing power of sword cultivation, their own lives are more important, that jade pendant has been here for a long time, and I want to discard it directly for a while, who can pick it up depends on chance." ”

"So my predecessor gave me the jade pendant, is this a chance?"

"Well, do you regret it?"

Xu Baichuan put his hand on the autumn wind and responded calmly: "I should have held the sword, but I regret it, the only sword." ”

The old Taoist priest nodded, Xu Baichuan's words were not bad, they were what sword cultivation should say, no matter what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, difficulties and obstacles, they only needed to hand out a sword, and they would disappear immediately, and they would have that kind of bearing.

"What you said is the second heroic word I have ever heard, if you don't change your original intention, you can go further on the road. ”

Xu Baichuan held down his sword and asked suspiciously, "Who said the first heroic words?"

The old Taoist priest suddenly sat up from the coffin and gestured to swing his sword, but according to Xu Baichuan, it was a little nondescript.

"That is naturally the only sword immortal in the sky, when he drew his sword and slashed the saint, he said a word lightly, but it scared many saints, do you know what he said?"

Xu Baichuan shook his head, the sword immortal he had only heard about it recently, and he really didn't know what he said, but it could make many saints fearful, presumably the sword immortal was one of the strongest people in the world, but since this was the case, why was the sword cultivation still rare.

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "That sword immortal only said one sentence, called: Although many saints are like earth dogs, but a sword, those who are not afraid of death come over." ”

Xu Baichuan was stunned, the first two paragraphs were okay, and the latter paragraphs had a sense of vulgarity for some reason, but not to mention, it sounded really heroic.

It turns out that the saint sitting high in the clouds is also afraid of death.