Bai Chuan has also been in the big dye vat in the world for many years, and he really chose the most arrogant one along the way, and he deserved it!

I don't know who is used to it, and I have raised such a ruthless temperament, I really think that no one can cure you under this.

It seems that the sword piercing the mountain is just a casual wave, but the sword qi that can be swung is incomparably sharp, and suddenly a gust of wind blows on the surface of the river, stirring the sea of clouds into a long sword with a handle, and surrounds and kills.

In the face of Bai Chuan's sword, the Great Sage of Turning the River even took the time to mutter, "Where did the demon wind come from!"

He continued to open his mouth and spit out countless blisters one after another, one by one floating in the air, looking colorful and dazzling under the bright sun, like a dream.

"Good is like water, floating like a dream!"

The blisters continued to spit out from the mouth one after another, no matter how much sword qi there was, piercing one blister after another, but it was impossible to split the true body of the Great Sage of the River, and the waterspouts around him were rolled, and he wanted to fight hard with Bai Chuan's sword.

Bai Chuan smiled, this move was a new move he realized when he was idle and bored, called a sword made of clouds in the wind! In fact, it was a re-evolution of the sword qi pavilion's movement method, which was more in line with the condensation of the aura between the earth.

As soon as the sword qi came out, the sea of clouds was stirred everywhere it passed, and the wind blew the clouds, but it was actually a blink of an implicit reason

However, the great sage of turning the river coped with this hand, which was as good as water and floating like a dream, which reminded him of the confrontation with the female sword immortal Jiang Luoyan in Yulong Pass, and the natal power of the natal sword against the water and cold seemed to be the same, breeding one after another blisters that did not leave their hands to consume their sword qi.

Back then, he didn't directly split the victory or defeat with Jiang Luoyan, and Chongyang took over the battle afterwards.

Chongyang's kendo road is the route of the most rigid to the yang, and in the face of this kind of soft and seemingly impossible to start, absolute fierceness is the best way to deal with it.

In the face of a water monster in the Yuan Infant Realm, Bai Chuan made a sword that failed to work, for him to come has lost a lot of face, although he is on the Cangjiang River, this is the place where the Great Sage of the River is attained, occupying the right time and place, but Bai Chuan's current cultivation If he can't deal with a Yuan Infant Water Monster, what face is swaying in the Shilian Continent, how safe it is to hurry back to his hometown.

With a wave of the robe in his left hand, a white light flashed faintly.

The Great Sage over there is still spitting bubbles with his mouth open, and he is even more secretly proud in his heart, what kind of great sword immortal with killing power, it's not that he has no way to take this saint, it's all exaggerated by those fish and shrimp who have no knowledge.

I think that back then, when I crossed the river and walked all over the rivers and rivers of the Shilian continent, I fought out of a stream, occupied the lake and the river, and finally was able to sit on my own territory at the source of the sea and the desecration.

Look at these water spirits who don't grow, they are so frightened by a sword aura that they don't dare to move, they haven't seen the world!

Wait, something seems wrong!!

A thin layer of ice suddenly formed on the surface of the Cangjiang River, and in an instant, it was frozen for hundreds of miles, covered with snow, and covered in silver.

Snowflakes were flying, floating, and the great sage who was still floating under the surface of the river with half of his body suddenly felt that the bottom of the Cangjiang River suddenly turned up huge waves, and the dark tide surged.

A clear phoenix sound resounded in the ears, Feng Li sword, out!

Shirakawa's natal flying sword into the sea was destroyed by Qingchen, but his natal supernatural power is still there.

A sword to the moon!

Then there is a spring snow in the sleeve white snow, so that the Cangjiang River, which is warm in spring, instantly becomes a frozen river.

Countless blisters were stabbed by the sword qi one by one, and the dead fish eyes of the Great Sage of the River Turning River glared.

"Laipi, three natal swords!

The bubble exploded, the wind swept up, and thousands of sharp blades appeared in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at him was him.

"White donor!"

Monk Huihong shouted.

The sword is out, and the great sage of the river will definitely die!

"Sword Immortal spare your life!"

With a long mouth and no more blisters, the Great Sage of the River Turning River knelt on the surface of the glacier on the spot, like a dead fish waiting to be slaughtered on the cutting board.

The sword aura is too strong, and the murderous aura is too heavy.

Tilting your head up, don't think your life is long enough?

Life is not afraid of starting over, but there is no future!

The great sage who walked all over the six banks of the three rivers knew that he was afraid that this time he really hit a big iron plate.

The corners of Bai Chuan's mouth hooked, "Monk Huihong, do you think you can stop me from taking out the sword?"

Huihong strode forward and ran to the body of the Great Sage of the River, opening his arms and speaking with a righteous face.

"Lord Bai, if you want to kill, you should take the poor monk and sacrifice the sword first!"

Bai Chuan put away his sword and said with a smile: "Huihong, if you want to protect a water monster, is it really the Dharma you are pursuing?"

Huihong was silent, but the great sage of the river behind him choked up and said: "Huihong, you old bald donkey, how good Lao Tzu stayed in Yangtze Lake back then, how could there be so many things, you have to come to Cangjiang to find the avenue, and you can still keep Lao Tzu safe for the rest of his life, and you are a hammer, now everyone is holding a sword against Lao Tzu's head, you are protecting me!"

Huihong looked resolute and hung his head and sang, "Amitabha, the great sage should not panic! The poor monk wants to keep you safe for the rest of your life, and will never break his word, this sword will pass through the heart of the poor monk!"

Bai Chuan really made Hui Hong stunned, what kind of drama is this? The monk who is dedicated to the Buddha has to save the river monster with this life, could it be that there is an unforgivable adultery between the two?

Huihong sat cross-legged, looking at death as home, but the great sage of the river behind him began to cry, and tears splashed from the corners of his eyes.

"It's all to blame for my soft-heartedness back then, I didn't swallow your thief bald in one bite, and I listened to your rhetoric and came to Cangjiang to practice, Lao Tzu stayed in the Yangtze Lake and was at ease, no one fought and no one robbed, and enjoyed a lake of water transportation, how comfortable you were in the end, you monks all have a mouth of deceitful demons. ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The Cangjiang Demon of the dignified one-yuan infant realm cried and mourned regardless of his face, and Bai Chuan was stunned for a while.

Are all the monsters in this Shilian continent so temperamental? If you can't beat it, you can start crying, how can you do it.

The sword drove around Huihong and struck the hilt of the sword on the head of the Great Sage of the River.

"Ouch, Great Sword Immortal, it hurts!"

"Shut up for me right away and spare your life! Hot temper, don't make trouble if I don't smile!"

The Great Sage of Turning the River, who was still humble before, suddenly came to his senses, and he couldn't care about any Great Sword Immortal, fighting his mouth, when did the Great Sage of Turning the River fall behind.

"Laugh at me today for being too humble, and I will be mighty tomorrow!"

Bai Chuan was also amused, "The world of flowers is charming, and I don't have any strength to make a face!"

The Great Sage of the River still wanted to hold his neck and continue to reply, but Huihong shouted: "Yangzi! ”

Glancing up at Shirakawa.

"Donor, sell face!"

Bai Chuan was amused, what kind of bad fate was there between the great sage of the river and Huihong like a living treasure!

Unusual!

Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "I Have a Great Sword Immortal System Claw Book House" for free for the first time.