The drifting snow poured at the feet of the man in white, but the sword light in the sky was silent.

Yi Li stared at the man in front of him who seemed to be an immortal monarch in the clouds, but his right hand tightly grasped the umbrella handle of the solar term box, the protrusion of his knuckles was slightly white, and the umbrella bone he held "creaked".

The man in white flicked his sleeves slightly, and the wind and snow dispersed, and when he raised his arm to the sky above the roof of Anning, the outer body of the body that was originally holding the "Wuyue Seal" with both hands suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared behind his body. In a trance, the two white figures overlapped, and between the staggered light and shadow, the outer body of the body had already melted into the body.

The man in white still looked so suave and polite. The small seal on the waist rises without wind, tinkling, and a pair of eyes pay attention to the place, and the pieces are like a spring breeze.

Hiding behind Di Li, Su Su watched such a man like an immortal suddenly appear, and couldn't help but pull the corners of Di Li's clothes, pointed ahead, and asked in a very low voice: "Uncle Di Li, Uncle Di Li, his body must be wearing the best rouge cream on his face, right?

An Ning, who was leaning on the side, kept holding the twenty-four dice, and after hearing the crispy question, he snorted nonchalantly: "Hey, it's a big white fluttering moth!"

Di Li just quietly watched the man in white's real body and his outer body become one, and waited until the man in white's body was completely stabilized.

When we see each other, we don't care about friends or foes for the time being.

Di Li also smiled.

"Penglai is white. ”

"Long time no see. ”

Then the surface of the solar term box shook sharply!

One of the sword lights suddenly shot towards the upper body of the man in white, Bai Jue.

Bai Jue seemed to have foreseen it, and a snow-white sleeve was like layers of waves, churning up in front of him.

"Pulled", the churning sleeves quickly broke a big mouth, followed by a crisp "dang"!

I saw the snow-white waves fade one after another, revealing a small black seal held high, and a small mouth faintly rolled up at the edge of the seal.

Bai Jue slowly put down the "Zhenshan Seal" that was blocking in front of him, his shoulders gradually drooped, and his hands were covered in the two big sleeves again.

He raised his eyebrows.

"I haven't lived in vain all these years, and Penglai is also a year old that hasn't lived on a dog..."

Bai Jue was still not ashamed or annoyed, and greeted with a smile: "The Sword Pavilion is not bad, and it is still alive in people's lives. ”

And the next moment, Bai Jue, who had been gently greeting to Di Li, suddenly shook his whole body.

The white clothes on the top and bottom of his body suddenly shook a layer of mist.

Then Bai Jue bent his knees and squatted steadily, and his arms with loose shoulders suddenly stretched out of his robe, and he put on a strange fist fight.

A body full of fist spirit.

Not far away, the drifting snow that should have fallen on Bai Jue's body suddenly evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye before it flew on Bai Yi, making a gentle "snort" sound.

And it turned out that Bai Jue, who was fluttering like an immortal in the clouds, actually put on a fist fight posture of a mortal martial artist at this moment!

Di Li tilted his head, looked at Bai Jue with interest and made a martial arts gesture, and couldn't help grinning: "Yo, are you still thinking about the set of Wang Baquan on the mortal market?"

"You think..."

"Can you punch the master to death?!"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Li grabbed the handle of the umbrella tightly, and with a "sonorous" sound, he pulled out a long sword from the big umbrella beside him.

The name of the sword is "Seten"!

It is said to be a sword, the sword body is smooth, like a thin umbrella with extreme restraint, but there is an umbrella handle and umbrella stick, but there is no umbrella surface and umbrella bones.

Bai Jue still maintained that strange fist fighting posture, and when he saw that Di Li finally held a sword in his hand, he smiled heartily.

Then Bai Jue's fist intent changed, it was extremely thick, and his feet stomped on it heavily! The snow sank, showing a spiderweb-like crack that spread out infinitely.

Immediately after that, he twisted his wrist, and his fists were handed out at the same time! The heavy fist intent was like a chisel axe opening the mountain, directly shattering the sword formation in front of the Anning Hut!

A punch smashed into front of the eyes!

An Ning and Crispy couldn't help but exclaim!

"What a punch!"

There was a bitterness in his heart, and the horizontal sword was in front of him.

When the fist comes into contact with the sword body, the fist intent is crazy and scatters to vent!

Di Li couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Eight calves!"

So Di Li pushed forward hard, and the whole person slid backwards like a kite with a broken string, until a sword was inserted into the snow, and the sharp friction sound pierced the eardrum, and Di Li stopped holding the sword.

On the other hand, after Bai Jue on the opposite side was pushed away by a sword from Di Li, he first took off with his strength, and his white clothes were as gorgeous as blooming flowers in the air, and then fell steadily!

Immovable as a mountain.

The fists are full of meaning, and the arms are outstretched, which is still the weird boxing fight from before.

Di Li narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the white fist more than ten zhang away.

Bai Jue also seemed to notice the sight of the detached man, and then smiled slightly and spread out his right fist.

The fist was firmly exposed, revealing the small black "Zhenshan" seal.

Di Li's face became more and more gloomy, and he was no longer as casual as before.

And Bai Jue saw that the previous punch only forced Di Li to retreat a few dozen steps, so he retracted his fist in front of him again, and slowly picked up his wrist, wanting to do it again.

After seeing Bai Jue's movements, Di Li couldn't help but scold.

Thereupon.

Abandon the sword decisively and retreat!

There was an uproar among the onlookers.

"Hmph, I'll just say it, this guy is definitely a cultivator and retreat!"

"Why don't you look at who is on the other side, the Holy Mountain Son of that era!"

"This guy is already about to catch up with the Penglai Mountain Lord, right?!"

"It's a pity that I'm leaving..."

"The killer deserves it..."

An Ning just grabbed Crispy's hand hard, and stood silently under the eaves of almost total destruction.

The expression that frowned slightly on the surface showed that he was not shocked, but holding the trembling left hand of the crispy still revealed his truest thoughts.

"Brother... Leave the uncle..."

Crispy asked An Ning with a little trembling cry, her eyes still locked on the battle situation in front of her.

An Ning's right hand rubbed the twenty-four dice vigorously, unintentionally feeling the lines of the rough hand, but the sticky sweat in the palm of the hand soaked the dice surface a little bit.

"He can fight with his uncle, and he won't lose to this fluttering moth..."

In the middle of the field, he retreated sharply, leaving the long sword in his empty hand and plunging into the snow.

However, Bai Jue's fist intent locked the qi machine tightly.

I saw Bai Jue kicking hard! Like an arrow off the string, he rushed towards Di Li with his head held high.

Seeing a heavy fist intent surging!

A dark green sword light suddenly appeared, Bai Jue's expression changed drastically, and his fist intent immediately turned around, and with a flick of his sleeves, he blasted towards the ground.

The fist qi collided with the ground, causing layers of ripples to protect Bai Jue's body, and he stomped his foot in the air.

Bai Jue's whole person was held up high by the huge waves of fist qi.

The strange fist fight had not yet loosened, and Bai Jue himself sat high on a huge throne like the ancient god.

Not happy or sad, his eyes are cold.

He looked down proudly and indifferently.

The original gentle gentleman is long gone.

And the ground in the middle of the field, which was originally running away in embarrassment, was smiling evilly at this moment, looking at Bai Jue without fear, a small green flying sword beside him cheered, and the "solar terms" long sword that was originally straight and straight in the snow didn't know when, and it stood firmly on the side of Di Li's right hand.

The situation is changing so quickly.

The crowd around them was silent.

In the sky, the "gods" sat high on the "throne", staring indifferently, and on the ground, there was a mustard figure, one long and one short, with two swords jumping around it.

"Hey, your outer body, it's not small, Penglai has smashed a lot of strength..."

"Your natal flying sword is also hidden deep enough, two Dacheng main swords?"

Since ancient times, the sword cultivation of the Sword Pavilion has been pure and single-minded, and it is believed that those who practice swords should be single-minded for the sword, and the sword for the single-mindedness.

Therefore, there are few two natal flying swords, one believes that the two natal swords are two kinds of swords, which will lead to the sword intent not being pure enough to mess with the sword heart, and the other is naturally not the two natal flying swords that do not have the natural qualifications.

So in fact, sword cultivators only have one natal flying sword. And that kind of person with a brilliant appearance, having multiple natal flying swords, means that it takes many times the cultivation time compared to others, and at the same time, it is also several times more difficult than ordinary people in terms of mental strength.

Therefore, even if there is that kind of genius sword cultivator who appreciates food and eats, it is rare to have a genius who can catch this bowl of rice, let alone eat the whole bowl of rice.

The two large-cost life swords of Di Li mean that at the beginning of his sword cultivation, he did not choose to give up the cultivation of the two natal swords like ordinary geniuses, and went to the path of cultivating the "pseudo" dual natal sword sword cultivation of one master and one auxiliary.

He is a peerless genius who really has two natal swords! He is also a genius with two completely different sword paths! He is also a genius whose sword intent is still pure and his sword qi is still sharp!

And Penglai on the other side is white.

The outer body of the body with a drastic change in temperament in the air is the powerful skin of a fallen peak of the Twelve Realms of Hidden Realms in ancient times!

Originally, the conditions for achieving an outer body were extremely strict, requiring a complete Twelve Realms skin, and at the same time, it also had to fit its own avenue.

Even if the conditions are met, the probability of successfully fusing the outer body is still very low, and after the initial fusion of the outer body, for a period of time, it will take great endurance to withstand the "Great Dao Backlash" of the foreign skin all the time.

In the middle of all kinds of steps, if there is the slightest mistake, the result is the fall of the twelve realms and the genius who fits it.

Therefore, Bai Jue's outer body, which not only contains Bai Jue's own natural posture and painstaking efforts, but also contains the resources of most of the Penglai Holy Mountain!

Di Li looked at Bai Jue's lofty appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he kicked the "solar term" long sword on his right hand with one foot.

The long sword flew out extremely humanely, and stabbed straight at Bai Jue, who was sitting upright in the air.

At the same time, the dark green little sword, which had been cheering on the side for a long time, also rushed into the sky very cooperatively, like a dragonfly dotting water along the way, swimming around, not so much that the sword was unstable, but that it was elusive.

The heavenly Bai Jue was already in control of the deity outside his body at this moment, only to see that his facial expression was still unwavering, and he waved his hand indifferently, and the huge waves of fist qi under his body overlapped and slapped towards the two flying swords that were coming.

The solar term long sword first pierced through the fist qi barrier straight ahead, and the dark green flying sword followed it like a shadow!

Seeing that he is about to stab Bai Jue!

Bai Jue got up as soon as he got up, first sealing his hands!

As a result, the hidden "landscape roll" over the entire Weicheng City rumbled, just like the thunder rolling in the sky.

At first, the "Zhenshan" inscription that shrouded the Anning hut had moved to the top of Bai Jue's head.

The two flying swords, which were originally extremely fast, suddenly froze for a while, and then Bai Jue let go of his hand and clenched his fist again, Zhen Shanyin was tightly held in his hand, and his strong fist intent suddenly became fierce!

However, at the moment when Bai Jue cast his handprint, Di Li had already taken off into the air early, and through the gap in the fist intent barrier that had been broken before, he came to the sky as high as Bai Jue.

At this moment, seeing that the two flying swords were bounced off by Bai Jue at the same time, he let out a loud roar and endure the severe pain involved in his life!

As soon as he stepped on the flying solar term long sword, he caught the dark green sword in his right hand, and the whole person was like a carp out of the water, jumping high!

Bai Jue seemed to have anticipated Di Li's next move in advance, and his originally indifferent eyes revealed a strange color!

The fist that grabbed the seal of Zhenshan bulged slightly, like a pocket mountain!

However, after Yi Li jumped high with a dark green sword in his hand, the whole person fell straight down!

The cold air in the air mixed with Bai Jue's fist intent quickly poured into Di Li's throat! Di Li instantly felt bursts of dryness and tingling, accompanied by a huge painful tearing sensation in his chest!

Seeing that the falling Di Li would hold a dark green sword and stab straight into Bai Jue's arm!

Suddenly, there was another "accident" that everyone around did not expect!

I saw that Di Li suddenly put away the dark green flying sword, and let go with one hand!

A palm collided with Bai Jue's "mountain" small fist!

Suddenly there was a ball of extremely brilliant light!

The fists and palms intersected! There was a sonorous feeling of gold and stone colliding!

Di Li and Bai Jue were bounced away by the air wave at the same time at that moment!

Sassy falls from the clouds.

"Peng"!

Landing at the same time!

One of the hands of the detached was already decadent, the blood was blurred, and the white bones were faintly visible, and the two natal flying swords fell down, already hurting the root of the sword.

And Bai Jue on the other side is also vague, and the outer body that finally fits is actually a backlash!

What's even worse is that Bai Jue spread out his palm, and the Zhenshan seal in his hand was the ancestral immortal soldier who belonged to Penglai Holy Mountain, one of the three holy mountains.

Forced to be cut in half with a palm knife!

Half of the Zhenshan seal was destroyed, and even though the Zhenshan seal on the top of the head is still there, it has long since lost the good atmosphere of the mountain standing on the picture scroll.

"You... Ahem, it's been a long time ago... Thinking of chopping with your hands?"

"Ahem... He... Damn as hard as a king's shell! Ahem, what should I do if I break my precious natal flying sword!"

"You... That trick from the sky?"

"Want to learn, beg me!"

"Who taught you..."

"I also said that you didn't live to be a dog at your age, and that palm was so sharp with knife intent..."

"May?"

"That's it!"

once asked the world with a knife intent.

Plum Garden Plum Far Away.