The golden light appeared in the night, and the sword light continued in the sky, and these two things were intertwined in the sky, which was a rare scene in the world.

I'm afraid that even the most brilliant painter in the world can't paint such a picture.

There was a white dress that fell somewhere, he had a sword pinned to his waist, and he didn't look at Mr. Zhang, who had been forced back by his sword for hundreds of zhang, but turned his head to look elsewhere, and there was still some golden light in the distance, and that golden light looked much stronger than the previous golden light.

One golden light represents a saint of the three religions, and two golden rays of light are naturally two saints.

At this moment, there are two saints and two sword immortals in Xiaoyuan City alone, and there are two saints outside Xiaoyuan City at this moment, and now the Canghai monks who appear here are no less than those in Luoyang City, this is so many Canghai monks gathered here, naturally something big will happen.

Zhang Sheng drifted into the distance, but soon fell to the ground, he looked at the white clothes in the distance, he didn't have the slightest taboo, nor did he care about the weakness of the white clothes before, but praised with a smile: "Such a sharp sword qi, even if it is not as good as Chao Qingqiu, it is not far behind, above the way of the sword, I am afraid that in the world, only Your Excellency can hope to catch up with him." ”

The white-clothed man stopped quietly in place, ignoring Zhang Sheng's words, just looking at the night in the distance.

Soon a monk came out of the night.

The monk folded his hands, his face was old, and he had Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and he felt a little kind when he looked at it, if it weren't for the fact that there were no people who believed in Buddhism on this side of the mountains and rivers, he was afraid that when he saw this monk, he would shout a high monk.

In fact, it is not very appropriate to describe this old monk as a monk, if it is the word holy monk, it will be much more appropriate.

"The donor's killing intent is too heavy, if you really want to kill tonight, I'm afraid that the old monk can only stop the donor. ”

This monk, who entered the mountains and rivers a few days ago and had only met with Master Zhou, looked at this white dress, but there was no murder in his eyes.

Zhang Sheng glanced at Xiaoyuan City, and then said, "Ye Jianxian is here, I don't think it will be what I thought before, right?"

When Zhang Sheng and Master Zhou met before, they thought that there would definitely be a sword immortal outside Xiaoyuan City, it is difficult to say whether it is Ye Changting or Liu Xiang, but there will definitely be such a person here, at that time, Zhang Sheng thought that Bacheng would be this Ye Jian Immortal, but at that time, he thought that Ye Changting was just to prevent him from entering Xiaoyuan City, and there would be no other things, but at this time, when the Buddha Land Saint appeared here, Zhang Sheng felt that things were not what he thought.

Things have changed, and probably for the worst.

Ye Changting glanced at the old monk, and didn't say much, just in an instant, the ancient sword Mo on his waist was swept away from the grass, just for a moment, Ye Changting strode forward and swept a hundred zhang, the entire ground was torn apart by a peerless sword qi, a ravine was born in front of Ye Changting, and spread to the front of the holy body, and the trend was unabated, as if it was about to go thousands of miles away, Zhang Sheng frowned slightly, and didn't care about anything, his toes were lightly on the ground, to block this vast sword qi, the majestic qi and the sword qi collided, there was a brief silence, and then there was a violent sound, with the majestic qi machine scattered around, these two extremely strong qi machines collided, forming a vision of heaven and earthIt's enough to shock people's hearts!

Ye Changting's white clothes were blown away, but the long hair was not affected at all, this Canghai Sword Immortal swept forward a hundred zhang, Mo Shangcao came out of the sheath and returned to the sheath many times during this period, but he never showed his edge, Zhang Sheng was not his opponent in the first place, seeing that Ye Changting had arrived in front of him, naturally the first thing he thought of was to retreat, just when he retreated, the old monk shouted a Buddha horn, thousands of Buddha lights illuminated the night sky, a pair of golden hands were about to be printed on Ye Changting's back, if this palm was solid, even if Ye Changting was a Canghai Sword Immortal, it would not be easy。

On the battlefield of the world, the fighter plane is often fleeting, so there is a so-called saying that the life of the king outside is not affected, and the life and death struggle between the monks is almost the same, if you are afraid, think too much, too hesitant, it is easy to be defeated.

Although Ye Changting had not fought with too many so-called Canghai monks, he was invincible in that river and lake before, and the battle of life and death he had experienced was not a few, so it was only a moment, and he really turned around, the grass on the ancient sword Mo was still out of the sheath and into the sheath, but he stretched out his fingers and popped out in the air, as if he had plucked the strings, and there was no sound between heaven and earth.

But in the old monk's mind, there was a violent sound.

What can be heard is the sound of the piano, and what cannot be heard is the sound of the sword.

Back then, on that river and lake, there was a swordsman who said that he could fight with him called Leng Hanshui, and that person's method of pressing the bottom of the box was to play swordsmanship, Ye Changting had never learned it, but he had seen it, since he had seen it, according to his kendo talent, he would naturally be able to.

It's just that he knows too many sword moves, and in the past, he was easy to deal with the enemy, and he wouldn't deliberately use some kind of sword moves, but now he has this sword, but he just thinks it's suitable.

Nothing else.

Ye Changting's eyes were calm, and after the fingers popped out, the sword qi that had already been scattered around was like a pool of crumpled spring water, rippling, and those sword qi swept away one by one, and the power was great, not inferior to all the previous sword moves.

And this is not the end, after this finger popped out, Ye Changting took advantage of the situation and held the hilt of the ancient sword Mo Shangcao, a sword immortal with a sword, and a sword immortal without a sword, this is a world of difference.

Just after holding the sword, Ye Changting took advantage of the situation to cut out a sword, and the brilliant sword light quickly pierced the sky, and of course, it also cut through the old monk's clothes.

The robe was slashed by Mo Shangcao's sword, and it was a big opening, and there was even a sharp sword qi seeping into it, making the old monk's body stronger than fine iron have a blood mark, and some blood beads oozed out.

The old monk's face changed slightly, and he wanted to retreat, but after Ye Changting just glanced at him, the second sword light appeared on him again, this time the sword light cut through his sleeve, and the flesh and blood of his arm were still broken.

It's just that before the third sword was handed out, that Zhang Sheng had already raised his hand and threw something out of this direction with all his might.

It was an inkstone with a blue light, and when it came towards Ye Changting, it was rapidly growing larger, and when it was behind Ye Changting, it was already like a small city hovering not far above Ye Changting's head.

There are saints in the world, and then there are holy weapons, and this Spring and Autumn inkstone is Zhang Sheng's holy weapon!

Feeling the majesty emanating from this inkstone, even Ye Changting frowned slightly.

At this time, this inkstone pressed down towards him, and countless avenue breaths fell on Ye Changting's body.

His white clothes had a brilliant brilliance, but it looked more like an invisible rope, and it looked like it was going to trap Ye Changting in it.

Ye Changting frowned slightly, and before he could do anything, the old monk in the distance didn't care about treating his injuries, but threw out the Buddha beads around his neck, and came quickly with a monstrous Buddha light.

Everyone in the world knows that there is a lantern in the Buddha Land, which all Canghai monks want to have, but in addition to the lantern, there are naturally other sacred weapons.

This string of beads is.

Ye Changting was still expressionless as always, just looked at the Spring and Autumn inkstone, and said coldly: "It's here!"

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Liu Xiang, who was foaming at the mouth, heard this sound coming from a distance, and then just glanced at Li Fuyao, and soon walked towards the clouds, and the majestic sword qi separated those qi intertwined in the clouds, and Liu Xiang appeared on the side of the sword monarch like this.

Jian Jun turned his head to look at Liu Xiang, with some confusion in his eyes.

Liu Xiang threw the willow branch into the pool, and then took a deep breath, "One for each person, hurry up, don't say if you can hold down those two people outside, there will be other people coming over after a long time." ”

Jian Jun Ning glanced at Chen Sheng in the distance, and then stood up slowly, but he didn't take out the ten thousand zhang chang in the pool for the first time, and even reached into his chest, that hand was like a sharp sword, directly separating his chest, but there was no blood, Jian Jun pressed a place in his chest, his face showed pain, and after a while, that hand exerted a slight force, and a small sword was pulled out of his chest, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then began to inhale.

This inhalation is to inhale all the sword qi that was scattered before into the body, along with the wind and snow.

Chen Sheng's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but sweep back hundreds of feet.

Liu Xiang had already looked at Master Zhou.

The Sword Monarch bent down, picked up the ten thousand zhang long sword, held it in his hand, and threw out the small sword, what that Xin Tomb Sword Immortal did to him thousands of years ago was far more than what he saw on the surface.

After the sword monarch held the sword, the momentum of the whole person changed, he looked at Chen Sheng, he had a spirit that looked at the world, no one was invincible, he was the emperor of the world, otherwise he would not be known as the sword king, he was the emperor of this sword, how could he die here so easily.

He looked at Chen Sheng in front of him, thinking about the situation where he didn't practice swords, then thought for a moment, and said calmly: "I'm here." ”

Between heaven and earth, there was wind and snow.

At this moment, in Xiaoyuan City, the Immortal Sword in Li Fuyao's sleeve, I don't know why, began to tremble slightly, Li Fuyao didn't know about the clouds, but he clearly felt that there was something big about it.

It's like a play, and all the singers haven't taken the stage yet!