Wang Yue didn't look back, with just one move, the black envoy was grabbed by an invisible big hand, no matter how he struggled, it was difficult to break free, but because of the haste of luck, his face was flushed, and his mouth was overflowing with blood.

Although the white envoy also felt a restrained force, but he was not imprisoned, it was he who borrowed the Buddha beads from Xiao Shu, at this moment, the red light was faintly bright, and he had a faint circle of light, different from the true yuan of qi, and there was another strange power to resist Wang Yue's spell.

"Huh? This is the bead. Wang Yue looked back and couldn't help but be surprised, there are almost no people in this world who can compete with him, and it is even more impossible to just have a piece of artifact, but it is such a string of ancient Buddha beads, when Xuan Fei told him that the white envoy had a string of beads to suppress the yin spirit, he still didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is overkill.

Seeing that Wang Yue was distracted, where was he willing to let go of such an opportunity, swinging the sword was several sword gangs, the originally injured right hand threw the sword into the air, and the left hand pushed on the hilt of the sword, and the Qiushui sword suddenly turned into a white light and rushed straight to Wang Yue's eyebrows.

The sharp and incomparable sword Gang was close to Wang Yue's body and dissipated like a mud cow entering the sea, and the Qiushui Sword followed as if it was piercing an invisible wall, and the sword body bent violently, and when it was about to be bounced away, the white envoy held the hilt of the sword.

At this time, Wang Yue noticed that the string of Buddha beads was only a foot away from him at some point, but he was still not in a hurry, flicked his sleeve and threw the Buddha beads away, and raised his right hand to grasp the sword edge, and a white aura extended from the sword edge and pierced straight at Wang Yue's eyebrows.

"It's really not easy for you to be able to judge the location of your teacher's life in such a short period of time, but it's a pity, cultivation is limited, don't say it's you, even that Yu Zihan can't hurt me in the slightest. Wang Yue said with a smile, the sword stab rippled at the center of his eyebrows, and the white envoy used all his strength to slash the sword, but he was still unharmed.

Wang Yue grasped the Qiushui sword, and with a slight effort, the blade made a piercing sound, like a person crying, but he didn't know whether to mourn his own damage or cry that the white envoy was about to die.

Wang Yue didn't care at all, he casually threw the Qiushui sword aside, stretched out his hand to choke the neck of the white envoy, and slowly brought him closer to the Ding furnace, the snow-white hair curled up under the scorching real fire, the white envoy's eyes were still empty, he didn't care about death at all, at this time he finally knew that the flaw in his state of mind was not the obsession of revenge, but the black envoy.

The black envoy, who had been ignored, struggled to get up, he held the scythe, but for some reason, this time, the scythe was so heavy, and his right hand couldn't stop trembling, was it fear?

He asked himself over and over again, was it because he saw Xuan Fei's death, saw that the white envoy had no power to resist, and was afraid of Wang Yue's inhuman appearance?

Yes, he was scared, but the scythe still swung down on the top of Wang Yue's head.

He was afraid of death, otherwise he wouldn't have done things for Wang Yue because of the pill, but he was even more afraid that his only relative would die in front of him, and he would tremble powerlessly, and he couldn't do it.

But Wang Yue didn't care, let the sickle fall, can only stir up faint ripples around his body, the white envoy looked at the desperate black envoy, just laughed, even if the strength of his body became more and more dim under the scorching real fire, even if he was hit hard, even if there was no hope of revenge, he still laughed again.

Just when the black envoy was desperate, a poem suddenly sounded outside the view, although the sound was not loud, but it seemed to sound in the ears.

"Autumn maple umbrella, red leaf sword, frost and snow alone, ancient and modern bright moons. Remnant red fold, Fang Fei Xie, a night of smoke and water, where to find the deceased?"

Along with the poem, there were three grand sword gangs, and the pressure that came first completely crushed the already dilapidated Taoist temple, and the pale red sword gang was like a substance.

The first sword fell and forced Wang Yue to let go of the white envoy, raised his hand to block it and was forced back by it for three points, the second sword fell again, hitting the real fire Ding furnace, "bang", the huge Ding furnace was pressed into the ground by a sword until it was not topped, just when Wang Yue wanted to see the person who came, the third sword fell, and the sharp sword gang slashed in front of Wang Yue, leaving only a bottomless ravine.

In the smoke and dust, a figure floated in.

"Yu Zihan?" Wang Yue said in a deep voice.

"I just heard Master Wang say, I can't hurt you in the slightest, although the swordsman is old, he still has some spirit. The smoke and dust dissipated, and only an old man with crane hair and white hair was holding a red maple umbrella, which was the umbrella that the white envoy gave to Xiao Shu.

"The realm of heaven and man is still here, don't you know what the punishment will be?" Wang Yue smiled.

"The old man practiced swords all his life, but in the end he fell into a bottleneck because no one could be defeated, and it was thanks to the teaching of Master Wang that he entered the realm of heaven and man, but it was a pity that he was old and didn't want to die in a foreign country, so he didn't leave. Yu Zihan didn't care about Wang Yue's words at all.

"Do you really want to meddle in this matter?" Wang Yue's face sank, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, the Ding furnace that had submerged into the ground broke out of the ground, and the blazing feeling enveloped him again.

"I know that Master Wang is not a person from this realm, but it is not difficult to break through the boundary according to Master Wang's ability, why do you have to do this sin and increase the karmic results in vain?" Yu Zihan puzzled, Wang Yue himself would not be detained by this realm, he could come and go freely, why did he have to act like this.

"What do you know!?" Wang Yue suddenly became excited, but the next second he returned to his indifferent complexion, "You were born in this world, you don't understand, why should I talk to you more, why don't you let me see, what do you do to protect them?"

Yu Zihan's complexion changed, and at this moment, Wang Yue had an inexplicable pressure around him, the entire Taoist temple, no, the entire Yunxu Mountain was shaking, the ground was cracked one by one, and the originally clear sky was dim and dull in an instant.

"I haven't seen him for a few years, but Master Wang's qi cultivation kung fu is not as good as before. Yu Zihan pinched the sword trick in his hand, the red maple on the umbrella turned into reality, and fell in the air, such a poetic scene, but in the eyes of the white envoy, it was full of murderous opportunities, and the maple leaves here, each piece was transformed by the sword intent, sharp and incomparable, and the flying formation was its own, which was the cultivation of the first person in the world.

Wang Yue sneered, if the killing intent was substantial, the wooden ruler in his hand turned into a white silk whisk, and the figure that was originally standing in place dissipated like smoke, and the next moment it appeared behind Yu Zihan, and the dust swung down, Yu Zihan drew his sword and came out, his back was blocked, and the human sword was one and flowing, as if there were eyes behind him.

The maple leaves in the sky tore off the veil at this moment, turning into a surging sword and rushing straight to Wang Yue.

In the face of such a huge sword tide, I don't know how many years Wang Yue, who has not taken a defensive position, did not find a chance to counteract at this moment, so he could only fly back, and the dust in his hand continued to wave, shattering the close sword gang, this light red sword gang, spread like a sea tide, it seems to be as weak as water, but in fact, it contains the sword path cultivation of Yu Zihan I.

This realm has its own cultivation limitations, if the cultivation reaches a certain limit, it will shatter the void and fly away, if you force this realm to stay, there will be heavenly punishment, Wang Yue can stay in this realm, he must suppress his own cultivation, maintain the limit of what he can bear in this realm, so he can easily handle the black and white envoys, but in the face of Yu Zihan, whose cultivation is not much different, it is difficult to suppress it for a while.

"The old sword, can Wang Shi be satisfied?" Yu Zihan saw Wang Yue flying back, but he had no intention of pursuing, as the first person in the world's swordsmanship, he would never be afraid, he was defeated by Wang Yue at the beginning, so that he could see the gap clearly, abandon the sword for decades, cultivate the state of mind, and finally enter the heavens, and now he has no one in this world to defeat.

Wang Yue didn't say much, his hand swept the dust, and his heart sank like water.

Since Master Wang insisted on this, the old man was not welcome. ”

The fleeting sword flickered around Yu Zihan, and as soon as he raised his hand, a sword appeared, and then disappeared, making his movements as fast as a sword gang, and in an instant, Yu Zihan turned into a blurred shadow, and could only see a light red light surrounding Wang Yue, and the red leaf sword kept stabbing out from top to bottom, as if there were thousands of swords attacking Wang Yue at the same time.

And every time Wang Yue swung out of the dust, he accurately blocked the sword shadows flying in all directions, and the advantage of far surpassing Yu Zihan in the realm made him block calmly, but the level of cultivation made every collision not take advantage, in the blink of an eye, Yu Zihan took out nearly a hundred swords, and none of them really hurt Wang Yue.

"After so many years, the old man still can't take half a cent from Master Wang. Yu Zihan exclaimed.

But Wang Yue didn't think so, Mo said that back then, even if he didn't suppress his cultivation now, how could Yu Zihan, who was in the realm of heaven and man, be able to make a move in his hands.

"Buddha beads. The white envoy pushed away the black envoy who was holding him, and staggered to the ground, he noticed that his left hand had been hidden in his sleeve since Wang Yue hit the flying Buddha beads, but when he was fighting with Yu Zihan, the vermilion lines spread on his hands, and the source was where Wang Yue was hit when he waved the Buddha beads.

"Buddha beads?" Seeing that the black envoy who was accustomed to life and death was still not as good as ordinary people, he quickly calmed down, but it was not easy to find a string of small Buddha beads in this messy ruins, but he didn't know where he fell.

On the other side, Wang Yue was still on the defensive, every time he blocked a sword, the white silk on the dust in his hand fell and shot towards Yu Zihan, how to see the subtle silk clearly under the cover of smoke and dust, and in Wang Yue's hands, even the silk was sharpened by steel needles, and the lightning was swift, Yu Zihan dodged and blocked by instinct, and the pressure rose sharply for a while.

The silk can not be hit and does not fall, just like the sword intent red maple, around its body, three hundred and sixty degrees without dead angles of non-stop attacks, the force is extremely great, Yu Zihan only relied on a sword in his hand to resist for a moment, he felt his hands numb, and his own maple leaf sword tide was difficult to continue in front of him, as long as he was stabbed, it would dissipate invisibly.

"To break the face with a point, Wang Shi is a good means. The red leaf sword dance in Yu Zihan's hand was impenetrable, almost connected into a sword curtain, but even so, the pervasive whisk still left one blood hole after another on his hands, shoulders, and legs, and once it pierced, it didn't come out, and it grew on it like hair.

"Although your cultivation is not far from me, but the realm is much worse, your so-called swordsmanship is just a child's dancing hammer in my opinion. Wang Yue said in a deep voice, as long as he is given time, there is nothing in this world that he can't see, and there is nothing he can't control.