The bright sword light bloomed from the autumn wind, and as soon as it appeared, the murderous aura of the entire palace was swept away, and the sword qi circle of Wanjing naturally disappeared together, and the sword immortal method was extraordinary.

Seeing that his own means were shattered, and seeing the vast sword light suddenly appear, Wan Jing frowned, he didn't dare to believe it, he knew that as a sword cultivator, especially a sword cultivator with outstanding talents, under the favor of the elders, some means should be used, which could save his life at a critical moment and protect the young sword cultivator to grow smoothly, but this sword qi was far better than what he guessed in his heart.

The ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Valley has produced a sword immortal, and Wan Jing has naturally felt the same power as the valley master, although he has been trapped in the valley all the year round and does not know much about the outside world, he also knows that the sword immortal will not easily give the sword qi, unless that person's talent is too good, and the sword immortal is very valued, and he is regarded as the next sword immortal, so he will not hesitate to reduce his strength and divide the origin sword qi to give the means.

The origin sword qi is the first wisp of sword qi absorbed by sword cultivation, it is the beginning of everything, its importance is self-evident, every time you divide something, it is equivalent to a real loss, no matter how you cultivate, it is always lacking, and it will have a lot of impact on the future path, so sword cultivation will not easily separate this sword qi.

Wan Jing originally wanted to use his supreme strength in the formation to wipe out and strangle Xu Baichuan's soul, even if he encountered some means of resistance, he believed that it would be solved in the end.

But the sword qi left behind by Lin Shugui could even be slashed by a saint, let alone Wanjing, who was barely relying on the formation to survive.

With the current situation, if there is no other means comparable to that of the Sword Immortal, life and death have almost become a certainty.

But is there really none?

Not necessarily.

Ten Thousand Swords Valley, as a flourishing inheritance sword faction, has produced several sword immortals, and the sword immortals are from the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, so they will naturally leave the means of guardianship in it, but it just depends on how many points are left.

Ten Thousand Sword Valley has experienced many vendettas in the era when there were no sword immortals, and those who could carry it were all carried by the disciples, and if they couldn't carry it, they had to use the means of sword immortals to tide over the crisis.

Wanjing has been able to survive until now because of the glory left by his ancestors.

Wanjing doesn't want to die, he wants to live, and if he wants to live, he can't be stingy, no matter what kind of means he means, he must use it after all.

"You are very good, the blessing of the sword immortal is rare, but you still have to die, because ......" Wanjing paused for a moment, watching Xu Baichuan Tiqiu Feng walking towards him, holding the sword behind his back with a hideous face: "Because the old man doesn't want to die, he has to live!"

"The disciples of the future generations are not good, and the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords is in danger, please ask the ancestor sword!"

The words fell, and in an instant, the long sword in Wan Jing's hand bloomed with incredible brilliance, and the invisible sword qi swung out in a circle, seeing that its power was not weaker than Xu Baichuan who held the autumn wind, it was obvious that this was the shelter left by the Sword Immortal of Ten Thousand Swords Valley.

Xu Baichuan's expression was extremely indifferent, his eyes were still cold when he looked at Wanjing, the murderer will always kill him, after all, it is a thing that wants his own life, so he must be prepared to be killed by himself, even if the other party also has sword immortal means?

As the strongest sword immortal today, the sword qi left by Lin Shugui is definitely far more than that of ordinary sword immortals, which is the confidence of Lin Shugui.

No matter how bumpy or dangerous your road ahead is, I will cut it with my sword.

Thinking of it, the sword qi was born, and the cultivation of the two people was promoted to the gate of heaven by the sword qi, and now the hole cards are out, nothing more than seeing the real chapter under the hand.

There are many demons who have died in his hands Xu Baichuan.

The autumn wind sword qi is surging, and the white light is condensed on it, this is the sword gang!

Between gestures, such as a leisurely walk, the posture is elegant, and every stroke of a sword is a great power.

The two fought dozens of times in an instant, and the strong wind pressure spread and burst out in all directions, and the entire hall made a creaking sound, as if it could not withstand the power caused by the two of them, and it was crumbling, looking extremely fragile.

If it is an ordinary battle between the Heavenly Gate, it will not be like this, no matter what, the Great War has always guarded this great hall, but if it carries the means beyond the Heavenly Gate, it is not surprising that there is such a situation.

The world says that within three zhang of sword cultivation is a place of death, no matter who comes in, as long as the realm is not too different, it will be torn apart by the sword qi and will be wiped out.

And now that the two sword cultivators are fighting, the outcome is a little uncertain.

However, I think that Xu Baichuan should occupy a lot of winning sides.

After all, this place is not his home, and being smashed under the sword is not as distressing as Wanjing.

Wan Jing is the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, born and raised in Si, and has a special affection for this place, so his subordinates are two points weaker.

Xu Baichuan cut off half of the face of the sword immortal statue standing in the center with a sword, and then struck the stone that was cut down towards Wanjing, stepping on the rest of the place, calm as a well.

Sword Immortal is very worthy of respect, it stands to reason that he shouldn't be like this, but at this moment, he Xu Baichuan doesn't want to be reasonable.

You've borrowed your sword qi to let him kill me, so why do I have to be respectful to you?

There is no such reason in the world.

If you want me to die, then die together.

Xu Baichuan swept the autumn wind with his left hand, and then with a turn, the remaining statues shattered, turning into a stone sword under the action of sword qi, and floating densely beside him.

Wan Jing looked at all this, his face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, and the anger in his eyes was surging, and it was reflected in the essence of the sword qi that shone with red light.

"Shaft, you dare to !!"

Wan Jing smashed the ground under his feet, raised his sword and swept over, the black and red sword qi carried monstrous killing intent, and cracks began to appear in the main hall.

Xu Baichuan was calm, just lightly spit out a sword word, and the stone swords suspended beside him at that time moved in response, each one was not weaker than Fuyun's killing power, there were a lot of them, and the killing power was even more considerable.

Wanjing was immediately hindered, although it didn't take much effort to smash the stone sword, but the stone sword was innumerable, and if it was broken, it could be re-condensed and re-condensed under the action of the sword qi.

The stone swords are endless, and the killing machine is complete.

Xu Baichuan's heart moved, and the autumn wind roared out of his hand, like a dragon and thunder, with an indomitable sword intent, he shot sharply.

It's terrifying for a sword cultivator to have a sword in his hand, and the sword is actually not far from his hand.

It's all homicidal.

In an instant, the autumn breeze arrived.

As a veteran sword cultivator, Wanjing didn't need to say much about his combat experience, so he responded immediately, only to see the sword qi burst out and the stone sword flew away, and then he caught the autumn wind.

The collision of the two swords should have been mighty, but at this moment, there was no sound, and even the fluctuation of the sword qi could not be felt, just like two branches hitting each other at will, which was very inconspicuous.

On the surface, it seems to be so, but after a while, when all the power contained in it explodes, the situation is even more terrifying.

There are no many phenomena, some are just bright sword light, one side is white, the other side is red, intertwined with each other, wear each other out and strangle each other, when the sword light gradually dissipates and subsides, the whole hall will dissipate together.

Only sawdust and stone remained.

Xu Baichuan held the autumn breeze and watched condescendingly, dressed in white hunting with the wind, like a fairy slaying demons.

In fact, it's not that bad to think about it this way, Wanjing wants to be reincarnated from the dead to the living, and he has already entered the demon path, and Xu Baichuan is a matter of course to get rid of demons.

The ground next to Wanjing was covered with cracks, like a dense spider web, and Wanjing stood in the depression in the middle, and his body was a little illusory.

For Xu Baichuan's sword, Wanjing's mind is quite uneasy, in all fairness, he has stood at the gate of heaven for hundreds of years, both experience and means are far beyond Xu Baichuan, it stands to reason that even if the two are pulled to the same level, it should be the experienced Wanjing to occupy the upper hand, how can there be such a scene now?

This is the genius who is favored by the Sword Immortal?

Sure enough, the response was different, very good, very good.

That should be mine, with such a talent, I will definitely be a sword immortal in the future.

Wan Jing looked at Xu Baichuan floating in the sky, grinned, and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, the last generation of the Valley Master of Ten Thousand Swords Valley never thought that he would lose.

Confidence is a good thing, the road of sword cultivation is bumpy, and being able to support it to go on is this confidence that does not admit defeat.

Xu Baichuan also didn't think that he would lose, he knew very well that he would not die here and let his body be occupied by others, because he would be a future sword immortal.

Just by the autumn wind!

Xu Baichuan inhaled gently, held the autumn breeze, and waited until the inhaled breath was exhaled, and it was a killing word that was spit out with the breath.

What if you die once?

With the swing of this sword, the season, which should have been unchanged in the shroud of the formation, began to change, first a wind, then a hundred and thousand, and the wind suddenly came!

The sword is angry, and the autumn wind is coming.

The autumn wind swept by, feeling the two sharp but intersecting edges, Wanjing's face changed one after another, and he couldn't help but say: "What is the fairy sword in your hand?"

Xu Baichuan didn't reply, just stepped out, the sword moved with him, and he appeared beside Wanjing between breaths.

The autumn wind was handed out, and the wind followed closely behind, Wanjing didn't have time to think about it, and quickly reacted to raise the sword to block, but the sword in his hand was always worse, and it didn't look like much in actual combat, it was the end of the world.

The sword qi fought against each other, one side overwhelmed the other, and the autumn wind quickly pushed away the sword and pierced through the chest at a strange angle, the sword qi mixed with the wind shuttled back and forth, and a big hole appeared in Wanjing's chest.

The big hole is empty, and you can see the scene behind it.

Because there was no blood flowing out of the body of a ghost, and it was also blessed by the body of a ghost, Wanjing did not die as quickly as a person with flesh and blood.

Although Wanjing's momentum is extraordinary, and the means he has are also very outstanding, but after all, the sword immortal sword qi he has is still poor, one is I don't know how many years ago, and the other is just in time, so it is natural to have this result.

The wind was still howling, blowing ripples around the illusory body, which inexplicably made the old man feel a little cold.

Ghosts aren't afraid of the cold, but it feels real and not fake.

Sword qi is different from ordinary people after all.