The bells and drums rang in unison, and the sound shook for ten miles.

In Bai Yujing's opinion, the Shocking Knife in Lu Bing's hand was like an endless abyss, and in an instant, the entire drum tower seemed to be dimmed. Even if the sun is scorching, the light shines directly, and it is swallowed up completely. Ren Bai Yujing cheered up, but he couldn't see Lu Bing's face clearly.

It's like an avenue, and it's dark.

Time seemed to stop, and there was silence. In the silence, Bai Yujing suddenly heard a trace of wind, and he didn't know where to start and when to stop. The wind is not loud, not in a hurry, such as spring in March, blowing into the pine forest.

While hearing the wind, Bai Yujing's eyes had a touch of white.

The drum tower where Lu Bing lived was originally bleak and unpretentious, but at this time, a touch of bright white was born out of thin air. Bai Yujing realized in an instant, it was a sword!

"The wind enters Matsushita clear, revealing the white of the grass. ”

The faint sound made the originally static picture instantly come alive, and Bai Yujing saw Su Nisheng's sword light like a rainbow in a green shirt, running through the bell tower and drum tower. His figure is like a god in the mortal world, ethereal and dusty.

The sword light is also as light as the wind, sometimes rolling up fallen leaves, sometimes crossing the sky.

Bai Yujing asked himself if he was in Lu Bing's position, he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat him with a sword. Compared with five years ago, Su Nisheng's swordsmanship at that time still had traces to follow, and you can see Li Taibai's majestic and wonderful poems in the past. But at this moment, Su Nisheng's sword seemed to be pinched casually, but when it fell into the eyes of everyone, all of them were agile and natural.

He is like the Creator, and the sword in his hand can be transformed into thousands of things, such as wind, clouds, rain, electricity, light, and even flowers and trees, mountains and rivers.

At the moment when Su Nisheng made a move, Lu Bing's aura changed.

If Lu Bing was like a high-powered courtier just now, at this time, the long knife was in his hand, and he was like the ancestors of the ancient Lu Road. In the face of all the sword light in front of him, he overcame all obstacles and moved forward!

"Dayu opens the mountain!"

Some people are amazed, this is probably the oldest martial art in the history of the rivers and lakes.

A knife fell, and the pitch-black edge swallowed everything that could be seen or seen. Bai Yujing could only see a black line, and in an instant, the void was split in two. And Su Nisheng faced this knife directly, only to feel that the heavens and the earth were cracked.

He had always thought that his sword was the sharpest thing in the world, but in the face of Lu Bing's sword, he knew that it was a big mistake!

The edge of this stunning knife is enough to cut everything!

He couldn't help but retreat, it was "the hibiscus with his own hands, and the virtual step was too clear".

The person who saved Bai Yujing that day had used this trick in order to avoid the three flying knives, but Su Nisheng used it, but it was completely different. The long sword in his hand suddenly resembled a blooming lotus flower, rising backwards step by step, like a god who had risen in the sun on the Tao Sutra.

Lu Bing's blade fell, but he never touched Su Nisheng. From a distance, Su Nisheng seemed to have stepped on the blade of the knife under his feet, stepping into the air step by step with the help of the endless edge.

There was a loud bang, and Bai Yujing suddenly felt that Qiu Zu Hall was shaking. When you look closely, the roof of the huge bell tower collapses. Bai Yujing couldn't help but secretly gasp, the bell tower was five or six zhang away from the drum tower where Lu Bing was, Bai Yujing asked himself if the sword qi could penetrate so far, but at most it could only shatter a few tiles, how could it be like in front of him, a broken beam, and the bell tower collapsed.

Bai Yujing was not allowed to think too much, and a brilliant sword light fell from the sky.

This sword Bai Yujing had seen, and Su Nisheng had stabbed his master with this sword five years ago.

"The flying stream is straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!"

The mighty sword light was really like the heavens cracking, and the ninety thousand miles of heavenly rivers swept down, and Lu Bing had already flown up. But the sword light did not decrease, it was really like a roll of the heavenly river, and the tiles paved on the roof of the drum tower were suddenly swept up by a strong wind, turning into an angry dragon and rushing towards Lu Bing.

"Not good!" Bai Yujing said secretly, and the whole person flew up from Qiu Zu Hall and landed on the Jade Emperor Palace.

And at the moment when he flew up, the flying tiles fell one after another. Everyone in the rivers and lakes showed their methods, but the remaining strength of Su Nisheng and Lu Bing's confrontation was something that the idlers could stop, and they couldn't help screaming again and again.

Bai Yujing dodged a flying tile, and when he looked at it, Su Nisheng and Lu Bing were both stepping on the huge leather drum. The two of them jumped on the leather drum, swords facing each other, both fast to the extreme, Bai Yujing only faintly saw two rays of light, one black and one white, shuttling back and forth like a loom.

It stands to reason that when the two of them fought on the leather drum, it must be a loud drum beat, but Bai Yujing didn't hear a sound. Both of them had shown great strength just now, and now they were even more dexterous than they were.

Suddenly, Bai Yujing realized that these two people hadn't really started yet, they were just making a move!

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure suddenly flew up from the leather drum and landed on the nine-foot-high bronze bell, it was Lu Bing.

"The Taibai swordsman really lives up to his reputation. His voice was extremely loud, and the people in the entire Baiyun Temple could hear it clearly, "If you do this, I'm afraid you'll be exhausted at sunset." Su Nisheng, can you arrange the funeral?"

Su Nisheng Lang Lang said with a smile: "Since Commander Lu said this, Su has a sword, Commander Lu please take a look!" Su Nisheng first untied the hairpin on his head, his white hair was scattered, he patted the wine gourd on his waist, took a sip of wine, threw the gourd, and sang: "Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, and this month used to shine on the ancients." ”

In an instant, Bai Yujing's mind was drawn by the singing, the sun in the sky seemed to disappear, and his thoughts seemed to cross the endless river of time.

In a trance, everything in front of him changed, Su Nisheng's figure and another figure fused together, they were all so free and easy, drunk and singing. A bright moon shines above their heads, illuminating the ages.

Bai Yujing didn't know if it was true or not, but everything in front of him was extremely clear. He couldn't understand how he understood that day turned into night in an instant, and he couldn't understand how Su Nisheng, who was obviously full of white hair, had changed into a person, as green as ink.

It wasn't until he met Zhang Songxi again that he completely understood.

Everyone saw it like Bai Yujing, but Lu Bing, who was facing Su Nisheng, saw it very differently, everything seemed to have turned into nothingness in his eyes, and only a bright moon was rising. The bright moon flows through the ages, illuminating a thousand times.

Looking closely, there are countless figures in the bright moon, from ancient times to the present, as if there is a long river of history flashing in the bright moon. He could feel as if he was about to blend in, to become one of the many beings in that long river of history.

However, he was not reconciled!

In the past, Jinyiwei was suppressed by the East Factory, and he was unwilling, so he overturned the huge East Factory.

With a long knife in hand, no one can let him be caught!

Even if God wants his life, he will swing his sword to the sky!

"Click!"

Bai Yujing heard the sound of a sword breaking, and in an instant, the whole world in front of him was like a painting being ruthlessly torn apart. When he looked at it again, Su Nisheng stood not far in front of Lu Bing in a daze, and only half of the thousand-year-old sword in his hand was left.

Qinglian's sword weapon is broken!

All the people present were stunned, and it was unusually quiet for a while.

"You've lost!"

Lu Bing gasped for breath, and the knife just now also exhausted all his mind. Seeing Su Nisheng's originally young face become like a seventy or eighty-year-old man, with wrinkles like a ditch, he suddenly realized that Su Nisheng's move not only consumed his mind, but also took his life.

But the next moment, Lu Bing's eyes widened!

Because Su Nisheng laughed, the half-cut long sword that broke to the ground suddenly sank into Lu Bing's chest.

"The sword is me, I am the sword, you don't understand this truth. Su Nisheng's muttering voice fell into Lu Bing's ears, and Lu Bing knew that Su Nisheng did not run out of life because of that move, but because the Qinglian sword weapon was broken!

It's a long story, but it's actually just a moment.

"Good sword, indeed good sword!" Lu Bing said with a smile, and the laughter shook the sky, and the tip of the sword flew out and stabbed at Su Nisheng. Su Nisheng stretched out his left hand, grabbed the tip of the sword, and let the blood flow. He tried to connect the tip of the sword with the half of the long sword in his right hand.

But after all, it's broken!

"Lu Bing, take your life!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, and Bai Yujing recognized that the person was the old man who saved Yu Chengzi in his hands. It turns out that this old man is really Bailiqi, otherwise why would he seek revenge on Lu Bing!

"Protect the Commander!"

There was another loud shout, and two figures drew their swords.

Only then did Bai Yujing see clearly that Bai Liqi was using a whip, and the length and strength of an inch were greatly reflected in his hands. The long whip circled back and forth in the air like a swimming dragon, sometimes with its head raised, sometimes with its tail swinging, and let out a long and sharp roar between the vigorous flights.

And the two who took the lead in protecting Lu Bing, the superb knife skills also made Bai Yujing look sideways.

One of them was short in stature, but his hair was thick, and his knife skills were wide open and closed. The other person is different, and the knife is as tight as a net. These two people were not inferior to him in Bai Yujing's opinion, but in the face of Bailiqi's long whip, one person was injured within two or three moves. If it weren't for the other brocade guards who came forward, I was afraid that the other person would not be able to resist.

Obviously, Bai Liqi had a lot of hands left when he used his sword to duel Bai Yujing.

I heard several wind sounds of "whoosh...... swishing", and saw several flying knives running through the sky, blocking Su Nisheng's upper, middle and lower three roads.

Su Nisheng smiled indifferently, and the tip of the half-sword in his hand bloomed like a lotus, not a green lotus, but a fiery red lotus flower. Bai Yujing once heard Yao Mingyue say that the Qinglian sword weapon was a lotus flower planted in the fire, and it was only at this time that he saw it, and it was really beautiful.

"Ding Ding Ding" several times, and the flying knives were shot down one by one.

A wide robe suddenly flew out, and the flying knife that continued to fly under the interception of the air was none other than Uncle Zhong. Bai Yujing also saw the person who used the flying knife, this person was dressed in tight black, he was not confused, he only had one right eye, and he felt extremely cold.

It is Dao Fei, Dao Fei was once stabbed blind in the left eye by the previous Taibai swordsman Chu Jiang, and he already has an enmity with the Taibai swordsman!

Su Nisheng had already flown out, and Bai Yujing looked at his old face and felt a trace of pity for no reason. Behind him, in addition to Yang Liulong and She Shiming, there was another person, one was a fat-headed and big-eared monk, holding a spear.

Bai Yujing didn't know him, but other people in the rivers and lakes knew.

The fat-headed and big-eared monk is the Shaolin Temple outcast laughing monk, who shocked the rivers and lakes with an iron spear, but was killed by the Taibai swordsman Chu Jiangkai in the East China Sea Battle eighteen years ago, and for some reason he was still alive at this time.

Bai Yujing glanced again, but still found no trace of Yu Chengzi, so he couldn't help but follow.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and the fierce horse neighed, and it was Jia Baoyu, who had never appeared, riding in vain.

Su Nisheng fell on the horse, looked at Jia Baoyu and sighed: "It's not for you to go far, why do you want to reverse the acupoint and run back to die?

At this time, it was unusually white in Bai Yujing's eyes, I don't know if it was a long-distance run, and the sweat left on his body could condense into white frost, and the original gray hair became crystal white. Even though it was carrying two people, it was running like the wind, but it was just spitting white gas, like smoke.

When some people in the rivers and lakes saw it, they couldn't help but exclaim: "This is Bai Yi in the legendary Eight Horses of King Mu, sweating and frost, and horses stepping on smoke." ”