The flying leaves are overwhelming, and the wind is howling like a knife

When the offensive was approaching, this young man, who was known as the first person in young sword cultivation, for some reason, suddenly remembered a sentence he had heard in the world.

This is also the reason why he decided to practice swords.

He raised his head slightly and said seriously: "I have a sword that can cut through the injustices of the world." ”

After finishing speaking, he withdrew the calligraphy and painting weapon in his hand and carefully pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The heart lake was agitated, and the sword qi was surging.

Then, an autumn wind rose within ten zhang.

The bright sword light vibrated endlessly.

The leaves are falling, and the wind is silent.

Xu Baichuan stood with his sword in his hand, looking at the middle-aged Taoist indifferently, his expression was calm, this sword he had been gathering momentum for a long time, and it should have such power.

And it's not over yet.

He said seriously: "Take me another sword." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he handed out a sword again.

The next moment, the brilliant sword light was born from the autumn wind again, carrying a sharp sword qi.

Unstoppable.

The middle-aged Taoist couldn't dodge, and one of the corners of his Dao robe was cut off, although there was a talisman on it.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind, frowned, felt the faint sharp breath lingering in the wind, and his face was a little ugly, he cultivated all his life, most of them were at peace with people, even if he fought with people, it was only a monk of the three sects, and this was the first time to fight with the sword cultivator, I thought that according to what was taught in the book, the sword cultivation was just one more sword than the three sect monks, it was not too powerful, he had many magic weapons and spells, and there was no reason to take it, but according to the current situation, the sword cultivator who held the sword was really a big trouble.

He said in a deep voice: "You are very unusual, even if you put it in the three sects, you will be a good genius, but if you practice the sword, then you should be damned." ”

Xu Baichuan was silent, his expression was still indifferent, but he just looked at the middle-aged Taoist with a little mockery.

He never thought that he should die if he practiced swords, the original reason why he practiced swords was that he wanted to live, wanted to live for a long time, and it was best to stand next to that sword fairy, also known as a sword fairy, so all those who wanted him to die would die under his sword.

From the moment he held the autumn wind in his hand, he was no exception.

It's the same this time.

Monks fight, there is no need to be reasonable, but it is just two words, I live, then you will die.

Xu Baichuan's sword aura soared, and the thick sword light was born from the autumn wind.

Run a few steps and hand out a sword.

Brilliant and overwhelming, shocking.

The middle-aged Daoist looked at the sword qi that was getting closer and closer, thought slightly, and suddenly took a few steps back, and at the same time, several pieces of rune paper flew out of his hand, condensing into a thick wall in front of him.

The sword qi slashed at it, but it was an emergency after all, so the walls quickly shattered, leaving only a few fragments of rune paper on the ground.

The sword's momentum did not change, although the strength on it was dissipated by a few points under the obstruction of the wall, but it was still sharp.

The middle-aged Taoist took a few steps back again, waved his hand and a few pieces of rune paper, just like that.

There are some scoundrels, but it is natural to think about it, after all, he is a monk of the three sects, and what the monks of the three sects are best at is spells, so no one can find fault with such a response.

The middle-aged Daoist looked at the young sword cultivator who was blocked by his rune paper, and asked curiously: "Sword cultivation can be invincible within three feet, and only then can the killing power be the best in the world, and the poor Dao is always three feet away from you, you can't get close, how can you kill me?"

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "Not really, although the killing power is the first within three feet, it is necessary to kill whoever you want to kill, kill you, there is no need to be so troublesome." ”

The middle-aged Daoist who heard this answer tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a little amused, "You don't need three feet? Then why can't you even get close to the poor Dao three feet, but instead you have to be bombarded by the Poor Dao spell, and the sword cultivation is the first in terms of killing power? Judging from the current situation, it is a joke." ”

Xu Baichuan looked at the middle-aged Taoist who was standing five feet away, extremely afraid of death and complacent, and a mocking look flashed on his face.

Who said that sword cultivation must be within three feet to kill people? Could it be that you can't kill people outside those three feet?

There is absolutely no reason for this.

He has killed many people along the way, and the most he has seen is a fool standing three feet away, thinking that he is extremely safe, but he never thought that if Jian Xiu wanted to kill someone, how could he return in vain because of the distance.

But it's no wonder that this middle-aged Taoist, in the thousands of years when sword cultivation was weakened, there were not many monks of the three sects who had fought with sword cultivation, and the three feet of sword cultivation they knew were still passed down from generation to generation from the previous generation, and they had long been out of line, if sword cultivation really limited the distance because of three feet, it would still exist now, and it would have been extinct in the long river of history.

Needless to say, the sword immortal achieved by cultivating to a high level of kendo alone, a sword can be 90,000 miles long, which is much more extensive than three feet, and if you want to kill a person, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will definitely not be able to avoid this sword.

And there is only one reason why the three feet will be spread in this world.

The world's long swords, except for some strange shapes, are mostly three-foot edges.

Xu Baichuan held the autumn wind tightly, took a deep breath, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist who was constantly driving the cyan bead, and his sword aura skyrocketed.

A sword qi headed towards the middle-aged Daoist.

The middle-aged Taoist waved the paper talisman again to respond, and when the sword qi was entangled with the paper talisman, Xu Baichuan lightly touched the ground on his toes, and his body swept up, and the autumn wind in his hand carried a thick murderous aura, directly taking the middle-aged Daoist's neck.

The middle-aged Taoist snorted coldly, the beads in his hands were blue, and a gust of wind was driven by the beads to attach to him, and he was like a raging wind, and he withdrew from Xu Yuan in an instant, narrowly avoiding the murderous sword.

This time it's ten zhang.

The middle-aged Daoist gently suspended on the ground, looked at the young sword cultivator who was holding the sword and was ready to attack, and sneered: "I don't need to be three feet, I still want to get close to the poor Dao, but your sword is slow after all, no matter how hard you try, it's just in vain." ”

Xu Baichuan looked at the middle-aged Taoist who thought he was in a safe place, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter if my sword is slow or not, you have to experience it yourself, and when you die under my sword, you will know how fast or slow it is." ”

The middle-aged Taoist was condescending, looked down at the young man holding the sword, shook his head and smiled: "It's still the old saying from before, you can't get close, how can you kill me?"

Xu Baichuan raised his head slightly and was silent.

Now he really can't get close, the middle-aged Taoist is like a slippery loach, as long as he takes a few steps closer, he will get out of his hand, and those endless spells are really annoying, not to mention the power for the time being, so far he has not caused any injuries, but he also needs to be careful to deal with it, after all, it is a three-taught spell, if he is not careful, it will be affected, if he leaves an injury, he will be much more passive in the next fight.

Looking at Xu Baichuan, who was helpless against him, the middle-aged Taoist was a little happy, and felt that his previous worries were all superfluous, how could this sword cultivation be as terrible as the book said, in his opinion, it was easier to deal with than ordinary monks, he only had a broken sword in his hand, and he couldn't use spells, it was difficult to get him injured, let alone want to kill him, he felt that he only needed to wait until the sword qi on this sword cultivator's body was exhausted, and then he could naturally take it without much effort.

Thinking of this, he raised the bead in his hand again, drove the howling wind, turned into a Dao Dao wind knife, and blew towards Xu Baichuan.

The violent sound of the howling wind is like a thunderbolt.

These wind knives soon approached Xu Baichuan, wanting to cut him all over his body, but Xu Baichuan was still calm, and when he decided to kill the middle-aged Taoist, he thought of everything that could happen, and he had a solution in his heart.

He had read a book in the Tibetan Sword Building for a long time, he had kendo and ambitions, and he also had three teaching spells, and he happened to recognize that bead.

It is called the Wind Exorcism Bead, which is a demon pill of the Demon Domain Wind Clam, and it is born to control the storm.

If someone else knew about it, he wouldn't be able to deal with it, but he didn't, he happened to know how to crack this spell.

There is a saying in the world that if you use the way of the other, you will also be treated by the other.

He took out a talisman from the splendid bag, instilled sword qi, and gently threw it, these sharp wind knives met the shining talisman paper, and only lasted for a moment before calming down.

The offensive that was extremely fierce just now suddenly disappeared.

Outside the light of the rune paper, there is a forest of wind knives, and within the light, the breeze is gentle.

This talisman was obtained by Xu Baichuan by killing a mountain and wild cultivator, and called it ......

"Wind Fixing Talisman!" The middle-aged Daoist gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Why do you use my Dao Sect Talisman, aren't you a sword cultivator?"

Xu Baichuan threw out a few wind-fixing talismans again to calm the wind, and when he heard the words of the middle-aged Taoist, he didn't want to answer, but in the end he decided to respond, just to solve the confusion of a dead ghost.

"If you see more, you will naturally use it, it's not a strange thing, besides, you have to kill me, is it possible that I can't use some other means, there is no reason for this, now the means are not important, life and death are the most important. ”

This is very reasonable, and it is also recognized by all the monks in the world, whether it is with a sword, a magic weapon or a spell, or the physique of the demons in the demon domain, after all, it is only a means of victory, and its most fundamental purpose is to kill people, the opponent is dead, and he is alive, this is the most important, and the rest can be placed second.

If Xu Baichuan was stubborn and didn't know how to be flexible, maybe he would have died on the way to Sword Sect Mountain, how could he still have the title of the first person in the younger generation of sword cultivators.

He has always had a variety of methods to fight with people, and he has never been confined to one place.

Not only the talismans, but also his splendid bag contained many things that had been snatched from the monks, including magic weapons, magic circles, and many cultivation exercises, each of which would have its own usefulness.

It's like these wind fixing talismans.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the frozen wind and knew that the beads in his hand were useless, so he quickly put them away and took back the dust he had thrown earlier.

He could rely on not only magic rune paper, but also spells.

He flicked his sleeves slightly, shook the dust, and released thousands of golden lights in an instant, each light was like a needle, driven by him to attack Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan did not use the magic weapon anymore, but waved his hand in a regular manner, the autumn wind was blown, the water could not be splashed, the oil could not be soaked, and the same was true of these golden lights.

After all, his swordsmanship is superb, and Qiu Feng is a sword immortal with a sword, so it is not difficult to cut some spells.

After the golden light dissipated, this young sword cultivator took advantage of the future of the next spell and at the same time was calm, and quickly ran a few steps to close the distance between him and the middle-aged Daoist.

After his actions, he was already extremely close to the middle-aged Daoist, and the sword in his hand was only about to pierce the throat of the middle-aged Daoist.

The middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes wide, and he didn't care about the painful eyes that were pierced by the sword qi, and hurriedly threw out the dust in his hand, hoping to hinder him for a moment and let him retreat calmly.

The floating dust collided with the autumn wind, bursting out a circle of invisible air waves.

The middle-aged Taoist took advantage of this invisible aura wave, and his body retreated again and again, withdrawing from Xu Yuan.

There are more than 30 steps, and the distance is already a long way from three feet.

Just when he was glad that he was safe and sound, the change reappeared, and the autumn wind, which should have been far away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him.

With an incomparably sharp sword aura, before he could react, it passed straight through his forehead, although he swallowed the pill in his mouth, it was only in vain.

His forehead was pierced by a long sword and nailed to the ground.

He was still dead, even if his body was still moving.

Xu Baichuan was still standing thirty steps away, his hands empty, looking at the middle-aged Taoist with his mouth wide open and staring at him, he smiled and said softly: "Who said that you can't kill people three feet away?" This sword, called Imperial Sword Technique, can kill you thousands of miles away, do you accept it?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed to himself again.

"I forgot, you're a dead man, how can you hear what I say. ”

After saying that, the young man who added another revenant soul to his subordinates tore off the wind fixing talisman in the air and took it back, and put it back in the splendid bag.

Without the balance of the Wind Fixing Talisman, the stagnant wind howled again.

The young man blew the wind, let his long hair float up, slowly walked to the dead middle-aged Taoist, bent down to take off the autumn wind, looked at the autumn wind that was still as smooth as new, and did not stain a trace of debris, felt very satisfied, and hung the autumn wind into the sheath on his waist, and the young man, who already had many magic weapons, began to pick up magic weapons again.

Even if you don't need it later, it's a good idea to exchange with someone.

Soon, the magic weapon rune paper on the middle-aged Taoist became the thing he should have.

The only thing he didn't pick up was the broken whisk that he had chopped down.

He thought about it, turned around and took the dust whisk not far away, looked at the broken lines on it, and didn't have too many thoughts, just put the dust on the middle-aged Taoist, and let it be regarded as a funeral.

He has done this a lot of times, if it is in a crowded place, he will also leave some silver, for the person who found it to help him enter the earth for the silver taels, but this place is between a mountain road, only Orion comes and goes, maybe when it is found, this has long been rotten into a white bone, then put the silver will not have much effect, it is better not to let go.

Xu Baichuan finished killing this monk who came to block the way for the reward, he was a little happy, this fight was still alive after all, but it didn't take long, and the mood was a little bad, he just arrived at the beginning of the Great Zhou, and some people coveted his reward and came to kill him, the realm is not low, so to speak, isn't his name in Qingyuan also gradually spread with those monks of the three sects, and now there is only one person coming, but he can expect that the future time will definitely not be too peaceful.

Sword cultivation is hated like this in this world?

He thought that if he left Qingyuan, he would be able to live in peace for a while, but he didn't expect that the trouble would still hold on to him.

But since it can't be avoided, then you might as well face the difficulties, kendo is rugged and bumpy, thorns along the way, if there is trouble, cut it off, kendo predecessors are like this, and he is no exception.

The young man who figured out the trick of it faced the wind and headed towards the unknown part of the mountain road again.

Soon after he left, a tiger roar echoed in the wind, and a colorful tiger rushed out of the forest, first looking at Xu Baichuan whose back was gradually disappearing, and then ran a few steps to the corpse of the middle-aged Taoist.

There was a flash of brightness in his eyes.