"You're so arrogant," Tu Xiaodao said slowly, staring at the white eyes.

"Really?" said with a grim smile, "I don't think so." ”

I saw that the white eyes saw the demon breath released, and the whole body instantly turned into pure white, and the sword intent of Sen Ran spread from his body, turning into a brilliant light, cold, luxurious, brilliant, stubborn, conceited...... Seeing everything in the sword intent at this time—this is an extreme conceit—looking at the people of the world with white eyes—in the sword path, no one can enter his magic eyes.

In the face of the white eyes at this time, Tu Xiaodao is like facing an ancient divine sword with absolute consciousness, sharp, cold, and resolute, but if there are only these, Tu Xiaodao will never be moved, Tu Xiaodao is keenly aware that under the cold and arrogant appearance of the white eyes, under the seemingly unconscious wood, there is a latent fanaticism, which is more fiery than the hell magma in the depths of the Nine Shadows!

He looked at the sword and sang: "The sword is a god, the meaning is the spirit, and the hand holds Tai'a to the sky! The power is invisible, the road is traceless, and the three ways are one sword!"

He is a believer in the sword, sorrow is also a sword, joy is also a sword, he is a close friend of the sword, life is also a sword, death is also a sword, he is the concern of the sword, wandering is a sword, staying is a sword...... He is willing to merge his life into the path of the sword, the sword is his god, and he is the spirit of the sword.

Cold as a sword, blazing as a sword, the white eyes at this moment look like a sword god possessed, full of pride! The white eyes stared at the Tai'a Divine Sword in his hand, and said slowly: "The Tai'a Divine Sword, according to legend, was cast by the human race refining master Ou Yezi and the cadre, in fact, it is actually a fallacy, it is actually cast by the ancient god clan fire god Zhu Rong, you look at the runes on the sword, where can the human race draw? Tai'a Sword is a mighty sword, and its sword energy has long existed between heaven and earth, unless the great divine power of the gods is used to condense the three ways of heaven, earth and man, and make it one, the divine sword can be cast!" Ten years ago, the master took a fancy to my roots and took me under his disciples, and did not teach me a word, but only gave me this Tai'a Divine Sword, and he said that since he saw me, he was not qualified to wear this sword. I have been sleepless for ten years, like crazy, and finally realized the sword intent of Tai'a, this Tai'a sword is my teacher and my best friend!"

Bai Yan looked at the original few words, cherishing words like gold, but today I don't know why there are so many words, the butcher knife in front of him is obviously a very ordinary opponent, but Bai Yan feels like a man in his back, like a fish in his throat, some words make him not vomit unhappy.

In the past, he was so arrogant, standing on the peak, looking at all living beings, looking at all living beings with white eyes, sipping sword intent like strong wine, and letting the people in the world fly and dog.

Today, Bai Yan saw that he came across the sea on the Tai'a Divine Sword, not just to go to the appointment, the reason why he set foot on this continent was more to find that person, the person who stood on the peak of the sword path, the person who had already become a legend. It is said that that person lives in seclusion somewhere on this continent, in the past, his master Sword Demon did not find that person, and now, he must find that person!

Thinking of this, he saw that the sword intent was clear all over his body, and the sword intent exuded from his body was close to Tu Xiaodao, Tu Xiaodao only felt as if he was on the edge of the abyss and walking on thin ice, and a sense of crisis that he had never felt before rose in his heart.

I have never met such a terrible person, nor have I ever met such an interesting person, looking at the opponent in front of him, Tu Xiaodao's face did not change, his face smiled, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Seeing that he doesn't want to move the sword, there are very few people in this world who can let him have the idea of moving the sword, because there are few people in this world who can be calm in front of his sword intent, just like the seventy-two masters around the wine and meat monk, although they did not face the sword intent, they would also unconsciously mobilize the true element in their bodies to resist the pressure brought by the sword intent. These people will definitely not let Bai Yan mention the idea of moving the sword, but how can this kid in front of him, who has a low cultivation and is not good-looking, be able to calmly face the sword intent and still look calm?

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, his tightly pursed lips moved, and finally asked, "Is it funny? Why are you laughing?"

Tu Xiaodao touched his chin and said with a smile: "You are obviously a person with no evil thoughts, but I don't know why you always have to pretend to be fierce? You are obviously lonely, but why do you always have to keep a straight face? Isn't this tiring?"

"What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

"I'm not teaching, I'm just curious. ”

"Humph! Bai Yan snorted coldly, his eyes were full of anger, he rarely got angry, what else in this world was worthy of his anger? But the stupid boy in front of him seemed to be able to see through his heart, as if he could see the loneliness hidden in his heart!

Seeing that he no longer spoke, his mind moved slightly, and the Tai'a Divine Sword in the scabbard made a loud sound,

"I hope you can take my sword!" Bai Yan looked at the sword in his hand, and his eyes became cold, conceited, and arrogant again. When facing the butcher knife, he became hesitant, and it was not until he held the Tai'a Divine Sword again that he became his former self again.

Seeing the divine sword in his hand slowly stabbing out, there was no earth-shattering power, no vision of a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar, it was plain and sparse, as if anyone could dodge this sword.

But Tu Xiaodao put away the smile on his face, he didn't take out the pig killing knife, since he was a disciple of a wine and meat monk and looked at the enemy with white eyes, he naturally had to use the exercises of Buddhism.

Although the practice of the Heart Sutra is only a year, the Tu Xiaodao is already the cultivation of the late stage of the time, the Tu Xiaodao mind moved slightly, and a Bodhi Treasure Tree appeared behind him, the Bodhi Treasure Tree Buddha light shines, and a light wheel is faintly formed behind the head of the Tu Xiaodao, in front of the Tu Xiaodao, all kinds of mysteries turn into golden Buddha light, and the Buddha light gathers to form a solid barrier, but the white eyes look at the Tai'a Divine Sword in his hand Everywhere, the golden barrier that is transformed by the "Heart Sutra" mysteries instantly shattered. In the blink of an eye, Tai'a Divine Sword had already stabbed into the chest of Tu Xiaodao, and the sharp blade even pierced the flesh on Tu Xiaodao's chest. The butcher knife that has cultivated to the first level of the "Prajna Heart Sutra" still can't resist a casual sword.

Seeing that the butcher knife was about to be pierced by this sword, at this moment, the body of the butcher knife suddenly made a great effort, at that moment, the white eyes felt the vastness and grandeur, peace and tolerance, so, in his arrogance and coldness, he couldn't help but have a sense of self-shame, and his sword could no longer stab.

Bai Yan took back the Tai'a Sword, and suddenly turned into a sword light and left, and Bai Yan's cold words came from a distance: "I didn't win today's battle, and the Master Sword Demon will definitely keep his promise in the future, and he will not set foot in Xuanzhou again!"

Tu Xiaodao looked at the figure with white eyes and looked into the distance, stroked the wound on his chest, and muttered: "I have never seen such an amazing person before, his talent is more than ten times more than mine!

The wine and meat monk smiled, patted the butcher knife on the shoulder, and said, "But your realm is a hundred times better than him!