Being able to step into this troubled water alone with a knife, Liu Baiyi is naturally not bad as a knife-wielder, but the cultivation of Qingzhu Daoist is obviously much higher than him, so it is a little difficult to fight, but since he has already taken out the knife, he has no intention of drawing the knife and retreating.

Some are unstoppable.

A knife slashed back the floating dust, Liu Baiyi did not hesitate too much, and quickly slashed out another knife.

In an instant, the two made more than a dozen moves, and so far they were evenly matched.

Liu Baiyi's sword is fierce, and his sharp edge is exposed, and Qingzhu Daoist is not bad, although it is a mountain and a wild cultivation, but in the past, after all, it was orthodox, so there are a lot of spells.

can be seen and found by the Taoist sect master, and it is almost impossible to think about it.

The two of them fought because of this.

Originally, according to Liu Baiyi's idea, he wanted to deal with Qingzhu Dao people with Xu Baichuan, and if he could hold up in his hands until now, it should not be too weak.

More importantly, it can help him contain it.

After all, Qingzhu is a hole void, one realm higher than him.

But he didn't expect that Xu Baichuan was actually the sword qi realm, which was very unusual, he knew that since ancient times, sword cultivation was different from ordinary people, and the killing power of the same realm could be called the strongest, but with sword qi to carry down the spell of the void for so long, Xu Baichuan was the first person.

It's just that it should be extremely uncomfortable now, if you don't keep the sword out again, you will die here, Liu Baiyi is here to save people, not to help people, so it is clear.

Therefore, this battle may have to be fought by himself.

That's what he thinks, but it's a little different.

Soon he saw Xu Baichuan standing silently beside him with a sword, and the sword qi that was gradually rising.

He felt very puzzled, he was so seriously injured, he should find a place to lie down peacefully, not act rashly, and standing beside him to show his sword qi was no different from looking for death.

Liu Baiyi's face rarely showed a little anger.

"You're looking for death!"

This sentence was said extremely seriously, so Xu Baichuan also responded very seriously: "There is no reason for you to fight him here, I should also come." ”

Indeed, there is no reason to let Liu Baiyi, who I don't know, fight to death in front, but Xu Baichuan himself enjoys peace of mind, which is very unreasonable.

Or that there is no reason for Xu Baichuan.

Let's just think of it as the paranoia of a sword cultivator.

It's just that Xu Baichuan insisted on taking out the sword, and Liu Baiyi couldn't refuse, this matter was originally about Xu Baichuan, and it was reasonable for him to take out the sword.

Liu Baiyi glanced at Xu Baichuan seriously, his expression fluctuated slightly, and then took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into Xu Baichuan's hand, and the moment he took out the pill, he felt a little pain.

When I said goodbye to my master, I got a total of three pills, which I have been cherishing and not using, and now I want to give one away, I inevitably have some thoughts in my heart.

He said calmly: "Take it and eat it, it can heal the wound." ”

In fact, the effect of the elixir is more than that, and he doesn't know more, after all, he hasn't used it either, but it is definitely not bad to be favored by his master Xie Chen, and it may even have some effect on high-level monks, so that Xu Baichuan can eat it, which is a bit overkill.

It's just that this elixir is his after all, and he can't intervene in how he wants to dominate others.

Xu Baichuan looked at the elixir that exuded a fragrant smell in his hand, without too much hesitation, he swallowed it straightforwardly, he thought it was a simple treatment, but at the moment when the medicinal power dispersed, he knew that he was thinking too simply.

The medicinal power is surprisingly good, and it is far higher than Xu Baichuan's expectations for it, the large and small wounds on the body quickly scab over, and then fall off, but there is still most of the medicinal power left, and it is stored in the body and has nowhere to go, so it can only be turned around, and then with the sword qi pouring into the heart lake.

The sword qi in the heart lake was already overflowing because of the brush, but now with this surging medicinal power, it was even more overwhelming.

Therefore, Xu Baichuan's face suddenly turned red, and blood flowed out of his facial features, but he recovered instantly, and so on, he knew that this was not the method, the only way was to meditate and refine the medicinal power, and he didn't have time to explain his situation to Liu Baiyi, so he took a step back and meditated cross-legged with his sword.

Liu Baiyi looked at this scene and was stunned, then quickly patted his head, and said with some annoyance: "I have forgotten that your cultivation realm is not enough, this medicinal power is too powerful for you, but this is fine, you can refine the medicinal power with peace of mind, and the rest don't worry." ”

Raising his head to look at Qingzhu, who was charging up to cast a spell, Liu Baiyi pursed his lips disdainfully.

The return year waved again.

The little wind and snow left in this alley was swept up again.

A bright sword light suddenly appeared.

Illuminate the alleys in the middle of nowhere.

It also interrupted Qingzhu's half-building spell.

The monks of the three sects have this point of disadvantage, although the spell is strong, but it also takes a lot of time, compared to the monk with a weapon, it is much easier to deal with.

This is also the reason why Liu Baiyi dares to cross the border to face the enemy, as long as the spell cannot be released, then Qingzhu can only use his breath to fight against him, and the threat is much weaker.

Knife light vertical and horizontal.

Not only illuminated the alley, but also illuminated Su Changjing, who was watching from afar, this turbulent momentum made him wake up a little, he always thought that there was only one sword left on his picture scroll, and he could finish painting the sword, but now he knows that it is not only the sword that is missing, but also the knife.

It's called the knife of the return of the year.

Without much hesitation, I opened the wooden box again, took out the brush from it, dipped it in the ink, looked for a blank space and began to write.

It happens to be right next to the unfinished autumn wind.

Xia An looked at it very curiously on the side, he didn't understand why this son wanted to paint willow white clothes, but not to mention, the painting skills are really good, compared to him, I am afraid that the royal painter in the palace is also a lot worse.

No, it should be said that there is no comparison, as the pen falls, the characters in the painting are no different from real people.

It's just a little bit that she can't figure it out, why didn't the knife called Guinian be completely drawn?

It's the same as the sword that wasn't completely painted.

Just as she was thinking about this matter, Su Changjing, who was only a few strokes away, suddenly raised her head.

He couldn't draw, he couldn't draw the last stroke of the knife.

This is very unusual, the last time this happened was the autumn wind.

It's just that this time he painted his eyes completely, but Xu Baichuan didn't draw all his eyes?

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't guess it.

It just so happens that there is a person here who understands the return year, or someone who understands Liu Baiyi.

He told Cheyenne what was in his mind and waited for the rest of the story.

Xia An thought for a while, and quickly said: "Bai Yi said that the return year is very unusual, he used to be a big man's knife, he can have this kind of cultivation at this age, it seems that it is also because of the return year, and there are many others, I don't know." ”

Big shot?

Su Changjing had a faint guess in his heart, maybe he was not painting a knife, not a sword, but the so-called big man.

Or rather, that's the soul of the big guys.

He is not stupid, he has experienced a lot of things in the world over the years, and he has heard a lot of rumors, and he had a vague idea when he painted the autumn wind before, and now he is undoubtedly proving this idea.

He still remembered that the gentleman who asked him to find Xu Baichuan also said that the autumn wind was not ordinary.

It turned out to be this kind of unusual, no wonder he couldn't draw, after all, he was a mortal person, no matter how good his painting skills were, he could only paint monks whose painting realm was not very high, and it was obviously beyond his scope to be able to survive in the weapon.

If you can't draw, you should be.

He was thinking about it, and Cheyenne was thinking about something else.

Su Changjing's painting skills are the best she has ever seen, and after seeing the many portraits on the scroll, an idea suddenly sprouted in her heart, she wanted Su Changjing to paint a portrait for her.

Without much hesitation, it was natural to say it.

She's the kind of person who doesn't bother to beat around the bush.

Su Changjing did not shirk and said a good word.

Then he took out another piece of rice paper from the box, just glanced at Cheyenne, and began to paint.

It didn't take much time, and soon a woman jumped on the paper, smiling and seductive, but the scabbard in her hand really didn't match.

So there were some complaints.

Su Changjing looked at Xia An and said seriously: "What you have, I will paint, I have always painted like this, if you are not satisfied, I will tear it up and help you repaint." ”

Xia An looked at Su Changjing, who was a little angry, and knew that he was speechless, so he didn't argue, just took out some gold and silver things from his body and handed them to Su Changjing, and then took the painting from his hand.

There was a look of delight.

The previous complaint was just a complaint, but it couldn't hide her liking.

She thanked her very sincerely.

Su Changjing was very satisfied with what he heard, so he lost his anger and turned to put away the gold and silver things, which he deserved, in other words, it was called the pen polishing fee.

The two figures he had painted before had been unsuccessful, but this success gave him a lot of confidence, so he decided to finish the painting.

The next moment he dropped his pen on the knife to draw, and as soon as he made a mark, he could no longer move.

Even though he gritted his teeth and insisted, he barely moved half a point.

It's not so much about painting as it's about fighting the characters in the sword.

It's just that he doesn't know.

But the characters in the knife are aware.

Therefore, it didn't take long for the return of the year in Liu Baiyi's hand to suddenly shine brightly, and a vague image of an old man jumped out of the knife and floated on Liu Baiyi's body.

Liu Baiyi was not surprised when he saw this, it was not unusual for him to know everything when he inherited this knife.

The old man didn't talk to him for the first time, but turned to look at Su Changjing, who was struggling to paint in the distance, and felt incredible.

He could clearly feel that if that painting was completed, some changes might occur in himself, but he was already dead and his soul was in the knife, where could the changes happen?

It can't be that he is gone.

But he was really curious, so he planned to come out and take a look, and provide some help to Liu Baiyi by the way.

His heirs should not be pressed and beaten, but should be pressed against others.

Then he said a word.

"Stinky boy, the body is borrowed from the old man. ”

Liu Baiyi did not resist, and nodded naturally.