The darkness between heaven and earth dispersed, and the breeze blew on the surface of the lake, and ripples rose again.

A strand of crimson blood rose from the bottom of the lake and bloomed on the surface of the water, like a blooming flower.

Dai Daojin raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his feet and walked in.

"You're waiting outside. ”

Several pavilion guards glanced at each other, and when they saw that Yuan Zuozong did not move, they did not say much.

The door of the Listening Tide Pavilion has been opened, the first thing that comes into the eye is a huge white marble relief, the carving is the Dunhuang Flying Immortal, vivid, extremely expressive.

Bypassing the white jade bi, three huge wooden bookshelves standing against the wall come into view, and the bookshelves are densely packed with books and scrolls, divided into categories, carefully placed. It's not clean, and I think someone often comes to clean it.

Dai Daojin didn't look much, and his eyes fell on a figure in the field.

The man in the field was about forty or fifty years old, with gray hair and unkempt hair, a decadent face, a short stature and a broken arm, like a disabled old beggar.

However, the eyes of this "old beggar" are full of sharp edge at the moment.

Dai Daojin smiled: "You finally came out from below." ”

The "old beggar" frowned, and said in a muffled voice: "When did you appear as the number one person in the rivers and lakes?"

Dai Daojin said: "You have been down there for so long, naturally you don't know. ”

The "old beggar" raised his eyelids slightly, and said strangely: "Do you recognize me?"

Dai Daojin had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and nodded: "God didn't give birth to me Li Chungang, and the way of the sword is like a long night." The Merry Sword God back then was naturally like thunder......"

Li Chungang frowned, he always felt that the other party's smile was a little strange.

Normal people have lived alone underground for more than ten years, I am afraid that they have already gone crazy, this old man can be regarded as a tough character, but his temper is far from that when he was young.

Li Chungang looked at the black-robed young man in front of him, frowned, and said, "Black-robed boy, why did you call the old man up?"

Dai Daojin shook his head lightly and said: "Li Chungang, I'm not a kid, it's really based on age, I'm afraid I'm older than you, I don't know how much, although you are a famous NPC in the original world, you still have to have the politeness you should have." ”

Li Chungang couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was gradually getting a little impatient.

I saw that as soon as he stretched out his right hand, a roll of bamboo slips on the bookshelf flew out, exploded with a bang, and more than ten bamboo slips made a sonorous sound, making a sword sound, and an extremely sharp qi machine diffused.

Li Chungang was underground just now, and when he saw the situation on the lake, he knew that the guy in front of him had strange methods, so he didn't have any delusions about fighting the enemy with his bare hands.

More than ten bamboo slips are suspended in front of the chest, as if there are more than ten sword weapons, swallowing the edge.

Li Chungang's sword intent surged all over his body, and his domineering and incomparable sword intent was about to open the nine-story Listening Tide Pavilion.

The light and shadow on Dai Daojin's body swayed, and the figure gradually disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived on the big lake.

The people of Yuan Zuozong outside the pavilion saw Dai Daojin's figure, and felt the terrifying behemoth sword intent in the Tingchao Pavilion.

Dai Daojin's face was calm, and he quietly looked at the gate of the Tingchao Pavilion, the sword intent inside seemed to be brewing, and when it was released, it was a shock.

Li Chungang's mood fell back then, and he fell into the realm of Zhixuan, but he slowly recovered over the years and entered the Great Heavenly Phenomenon.

I have not produced a sword for more than ten years, and there are similarities with closed swordsmanship, which can also be compared to the closed mouth meditation of Buddhism.

The sword intent cultivated for more than ten years is hidden deep in the body, and there are thousands of sword intent hidden in the chest.

Dai Daojin didn't dare to hold it up, for this kind of veteran kendo top monk, the combat power would often rise again at its own level, and the lethality was amazing.

Silently, the dark shadow behind him reappeared, the shadows were full of shadows, the light and shadow changed, and the breath of darkness poured out, Dai Daojin stood there, as if the prince of the underworld, invading the world.

At the same time, the body is dense like the glow of smoke, which is flowing endlessly, the skin is as white as jade, as if there are colorful crystals inside, smooth and transparent, a white hair shawl, and dark eyes flashing with a strange glow.

Dai Daojin's whole person is like a statue carved from crystal, exuding a strange and stunning charm, with the darkness behind him, like a demon god.

Yuan Zuozong, Shou Genu and the others looked at Dai Daojin, and they couldn't help but fur in their hearts, touching the flickering eyes, as if their minds were about to sink in, and hurriedly skimmed their heads, their backs were already dripping with cold sweat.

But I couldn't help but want to peek into those eyes again, this weird feeling made several people feel frightened.

"Qiang ......"

The light flashed, and a crisp sword roared, as if a meteor had fallen, and the heavens and the earth were reopened and closed in front of this light.

"Bang ......"

That ray of sword light came out of the Tingchao Pavilion and passed through the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake, and the entire Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake was silently smashed by the sword intent.

The sword light castrated non-stop, but became more and more rapid, wrapped in the power of heaven and earth, vowing to penetrate everything in front of him.

In the dark space, a blood-colored long knife appeared at some point.

The knife was like a pool of water, but it was the color of blood, and it was in the form of a transparent crystal.

The knife is three feet and two inches long, the back is one inch and three minutes thick, and the blood on the knife body is flowing, revealing a kind of demonic beauty.

"Buzz"

As if sensing the surging sword intent in front of him, the blood-red transparent tip trembled slightly, and it seemed to be extremely excited.

Dai Daojin spat out lightly, "Go ......"

"Thorny ......"

The sword light that opened first tore the heavens and the earth, like a split cloth, from darkness to light, and the red sword light infected the heaven and earth, disturbing the lake.

The last form of "Life and Death Yin and Yang Sword Chapter": Heavenly burial!

Born to kill.

The trembling red tip of the sword, and the bamboo slip that swallowed the sword, began to collide.

Swords and swords shattered inch by inch.

It was supposed to be an earth-shattering collision, but it was silent, only the dark gap that appeared at the place of the collision, revealing a palpitating atmosphere.

Yuan Zuozong and several pavilion guards endured trembling and stared at the scene in front of them.

And the master who was originally making waves and hiding in the lake was sticking to the bottom of the lake at the moment, and he didn't dare to make any moves, and the red rendering of the lake seemed to have the purest killing intent, which made this person cold.

Li Chungang stood in front of the Tingchao Pavilion, his eyes were solemn, the decadent aura of lovelessness on his body faded, and the whole person was like an unsheathed sword, showing a peerless edge, and his slightly shorter body was taller than the nine-story attic behind him at this moment.

The thousands of sword intents hidden in the chest for more than ten years are released at this moment.

can cut mountains and rivers, but it can't cut the blade, and it can't break through the darkness.

This person is so murderous.

Dai Daojin Lingshen turned, opened his mouth first, and slashed a red light, and re-entered the Horn Vein Heavens behind him.

He could see clearly that the blood that had flowed on the knife was much lighter.

The horned veins of the heavens slowly faded, and the heavens and the earth returned to light.

Dai Daojin didn't think about fighting Li Chungang to the death, and there was no need, but because of his huge name and the chance to meet, he was interested and wanted to see how the sword path of the most commendable sword god in the rivers and lakes was.

As for the result, Dai Daojin also expected it.

He has seen too many outstanding people, Li Chungang's kendo is not as pure as Dugu, and sincerity is not as good as Ximen, but he has his own kendo style.

But success is also romantic, and defeat is also romantic.

Heaven does not give birth to me Li Chungang, and the way of the sword is as eternal as a long night. This sentence is too heavy, and it is expected that even if Li Chungang re-enters the land immortal, I am afraid that he will not be able to say such words.

If you go out of the rivers and lakes again, there will be many waves after you, and Dugu should come to find this sword god.

And...... At this moment, Li Chungang is just a big celestial phenomenon, and Dai Daojin is still more interested in Li Chungang in the Land Immortal Realm.

On this side, the two fought, and on the other side, the palace study.

Xu Xiao and a man dressed in sackcloth with a pale face sat opposite each other, discussing something.