This autumn wind in Guanzhou City not only blew the large and small bamboos in the center of the bamboo leaves, but also blew away the dust in someone's heart.

I don't know why, Xu Baichuan likes the wind very much, especially the autumn wind, every time the autumn wind blows, he always feels happy, so he didn't change the name of the sword when he was in Yizhuang, and the autumn wind is still the autumn wind.

He looked at the trees swaying around with the sound of the wind on the side of the path, and closed his eyes slightly, feeling very comfortable.

But soon, his pleasant look was put away by him.

He turned his head to look at the other side of the official road, where stood a middle-aged man, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with three whiskers fluttering in the wind under his lips, much like a legendary immortal in the world.

Xu Baichuan knew that he was not an immortal, just a monk.

Xu Baichuan has always had a very good impression of Taoists, and a big reason is because of the old Taoist priest who led him to embark on the path of cultivation, so he wanted to ask why this Taoist priest appeared here.

This is a mountain trail, overgrown with weeds and woods, usually few people are inhabited, and some of them are hunters, so it is very unusual for a Taoist priest to appear here.

That can only be waiting for him.

And when he first arrived in the realm of Da Zhou, he only knew a few people, most of them were ordinary people, even if they were monks, they only had scholars and sword cultivators, in other words, he didn't know this Taoist priest.

Xu Baichuan thought for a while and suddenly spoke.

"I have a sword. ”

The sound was not loud, coupled with the fierce and howling autumn wind, it couldn't reach far at all, but the Taoist priest standing a hundred feet away heard it and replied, "I know you have." ”

The voice was calm, not hindered by the wind, and it was very clear to Xu Baichuan's ears.

Xu Baichuan held down the autumn wind that had been placed on his waist, looked straight at the middle-aged Taoist, and the heart lake, which had been calm for a long time, began to roll eagerly.

He said in a deep voice, "You will die." ”

The middle-aged Taoist laughed out loud, raised the dust in his hand, and said with a smile: "That's not true, how can Poor Dao think that you are dead." ”

Xu Baichuan frowned, looked at the Taoist priest who wanted to die for no reason, and felt that he should kill someone again soon.

He actually didn't have much resistance to killing, besides, he went all the way, and I don't know how many people died under his sword, for him, it was just killing another person, which was not a big deal.

It's just that now he has a doubt and wants to ask.

"I have no grievances with you, why do you want me to die. ”

The middle-aged Taoist laughed again when he heard this, walked out a few steps gently, and came not far from Xu Baichuan, looked at this young sword cultivator who had already had a high reward, and explained: " Poor Dao also has no grudge against you, and even has a little admiration, you can go out in the crisis-ridden Qingyuan, it's amazing, if you change to Poor Dao, you should have accepted your fate a long time ago, so I want to see you, it's best to take down the sword in your hand and exchange it for something, but you are more or less a person I admire, so I decided to give you a quiet way to die, you said that you died under your own sword, is it considered a death without regrets?"

Xu Baichuan shook his head and said seriously: "You can't do it." ”

The middle-aged Taoist was noncommittal, but smiled and said: "If you don't give it a try, how do you know that the poor Dao can't do it, there is a rumor in the rivers and lakes here in the Great Zhou, although it is vulgar, but there is still some truth, do you know what it is called?"

Xu Baichuan looked at the middle-aged Taoist and did not answer.

He didn't want to know.

Seeing that Xu Baichuan didn't cooperate, the middle-aged Taoist didn't care, and soon said to himself: "That truth is called a true chapter under the hand, poor Dao has always felt very good, whether you can win the fight or not, you still have to fight to know." ”

Xu Baichuan looked at the elated Taoist, his expression was still calm, he never thought that he would die, maybe in the future, but by no means now at the hands of this nameless Taoist.

Not to mention the trace of Lin Jianxian's sword qi in the autumn wind, the mark left on him by the old Taoist, and the means by which Lord Yang Yilou and the others each left on him, just relying on his own sword dao realm was enough to kill this middle-aged Taoist.

Which of the books he has read and the teachings he has heard in the past three years in the Tibetan Sword Tower is worse?

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Xu Baichuan, who was still silent as if he didn't exist, and felt a little embarrassed, even though there were only two people here, he and Xu Baichuan, and he also felt a little unbearable on his face.

So he stopped talking, took out a piece of talisman paper with golden light from his body and pasted it on his body, and took out a pill and put it in his mouth, ready to swallow it whenever something was wrong, and after preparing everything, the middle-aged Taoist who came for a rich reward poured the long-accumulated breath into the floating dust, and then, the floating dust with white light made a thunderclap sound and smashed towards Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan looked calm, only moved a few steps to the left, and dodged the impact of the floating dust, his hand was still pressed on the autumn wind, but he did not pull it out.

In the eyes of middle-aged Taoists, this is tantamount to ridicule, everyone in the world knows that sword cultivation is the strongest when he holds the sword, and he is the most famous sword cultivator in the world, and Xu Baichuan faced him without drawing his sword, doesn't it mean that his strength is weak and not worth a sword.

The middle-aged Taoist grimaced and slammed out another blow.

Xu Baichuan's expression was still the same, he didn't know that he didn't draw his sword to make the middle-aged Taoist have many ideas, he just didn't want to pull it out, he felt that it was not time, that's all.

Seeing Xu Baichuan dodge this blow again, the middle-aged Taoist's face was completely gloomy, and only then did he suddenly realize that it was an unwise choice to compete with a sword cultivator who came out of the fight, he was a Taoist priest, and he was good at Daomen spells.

The middle-aged Taoist who came back to his senses no longer drove the floating dust to attack, but let go of his hand and let the floating dust smash towards Xu Baichuan on its own, while he took a few steps back, closed his eyes slightly, pinched a seal with both hands, and said something in his mouth, and when he opened his eyes, there was a strong aura gathering in front of him.

The howling wind suddenly stopped, and the distance was not big, just the distance between him and Xu Bai.

When the wind began to howl again, it blew towards the place where Xu Baichuan was, only this time it was no longer carrying fallen leaves and flying soil, but a large area of extremely high temperature flames.

Xu Baichuan looked at the flames that seemed to be attacking him, frowned, and still didn't draw his sword, but just took out a calligraphy and painting from the splendid bag hanging from his waist, and then gently threw it out.

The calligraphy and painting swelled in the wind, and soon kept the flames out.

When the flames stopped, the calligraphy and painting shrunk and fell into his hands.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at this scene, he was very stunned, and when Xu Baichuan took out the calligraphy and painting to block his flames, for a moment he felt that Xu Baichuan was no longer a sword cultivator, but a scholar.

In fact, he was not wrong to think so, Xu Baichuan had indeed read a lot of books, and he had dabbled in all three sects and nine streams, and he also had his own experience in driving magic weapons.

The middle-aged Taoist was stunned and asked: "Aren't you a sword cultivator who only needs a sword although the world is big, why do you use magic weapons, this is very undesirable, could it be that you are just holding a sword for a show?"

It's no wonder that he thinks like this, it's just that the use of magic weapons by sword cultivation is simply unheard of, and he can't accept it for a while, which is also normal.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "I am naturally a sword cultivator, as for why I use magic weapons, tell you what is the use of it in the future, is it possible for you to keep it and bring it into reincarnation?"

The middle-aged Taoist snorted coldly, pinched the seal in his hand again, and accumulated the next spell, he didn't believe that the broken calligraphy painting in Xu Baichuan's hand could survive his endless spells.

So soon, a trace of lightning flashed in his hand, and soon after, a thunderbolt as big as a baby's arm blasted towards Xu Baichuan.

This time, Xu Baichuan did not use a magic weapon, but met this thunder and lightning very straightforwardly, just when the middle-aged Taoist felt that Xu Baichuan would definitely die, Xu Baichuan appeared in place unharmed, and even the corners of his clothes were not broken.

Xu Baichuan has the mark left by the old Taoist priest, so the thunder law does not work for him, and before he touches him, he will be absorbed by the mark, so what Xu Baichuan is not afraid of is thunder and lightning, and even hopes to have more, it is best to fill the mark, and some interesting things will happen at that time.

The middle-aged Daoist looked horrified, this thunder method was the one he was most proud of, and he didn't know how many strong enemies he had defeated, but why did he encounter this strange sword cultivator, but it didn't work?

He didn't know.

Now is not the time to solve.

He took out a blue bead from his body and poured breath into it.

The blue light bloomed, and suddenly unfolded and enveloped a radius of one mile.

Soon, within this mile, the wind, which had been howling incessantly, really stopped.

He waved his hand slightly, and the remnants of the leaves that had fallen to the ground suddenly fluttered up.

When the wind blows again, these residual leaves are like a sharp flying knife, and under the blessing of the wind, they will be in front of Xu Baichuan in an instant.

Murderous and sharp!