Biyou Island, under the Lotus Peak, the view of the imprisoned cow.

After the incident in the northeast, Dust Leaf was chased and killed by Ice Dust, and fled all the way to this place, Dust Leaf used the large array laid down by the predecessors of the Sword Sect in the Guannei to block the fierce Ice Dust, and then suppressed the Immortal Sword Qi in his body here.

As the so-called cave side of the cave for one day, it has been a thousand years in the world, and it has been the scene of the past few months outside, but it is only two or three days in this place, during this period, Bingchen stopped at the thirty-third sword of the sword, and he could no longer take half a step, and the dust leaf also took advantage of this to barely suppress the sword qi of the Xuan Immortal in his body, and probably recovered eighty percent of his cultivation at the peak.

Although Dust Leaf has been defeated again and again in the hands of Xu Beiyou, it is undeniable that his realm cultivation is extremely high, even if he looks at the whole world, he is one of the few, and Autumn Leaf has a very high opinion of him, thinking that he is expected to successfully ascend within a hundred years, so at this time, he does not think that he is really in a desperate situation.

Although now he only has eighty percent of his cultivation at the peak, but Bingchen is not much better, there are thirty-six swords in this big array, each sword is the realm of perfection, but Bingchen is fighting all the way, and at this time, his qi is also greatly damaged, and he is no longer at his peak.

And he is not a sword cultivator, the so-called flaws in the state of mind, for the three Taoist Buddhas and Confucians who blindly cultivate, it is not a big problem, in the final analysis, they are still seeking the word detachment, as long as there is not too much to win, even if they are defeated hundreds of times and thousands of times, what is it? But sword cultivation and martial arts cultivation are different, they pay attention to sharpening their own realm with war, taking people as whetstones, and finally perfecting their own realm, making others their own stepping stones, climbing high and looking far, and then going to a heavy building. Although the combat power of such monks is stronger than that of cultivators in the same realm, there are also hidden worries, if they are defeated or retreat without a fight, they will leave a flaw in their state of mind, just like the Taoists can't see it, the Buddhists can't let go, and the realm is difficult to take a step forward.

Therefore, the previous defeat did not make Dust Leaf Dao's heart dusty, because Dust Leaf was not fighting for a momentary victory, but the general trend of Heavenly Dao.

Dust Ye slowly got up from the Dao Ancestor statue and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, although Bingchen stopped at Sword Thirty-three, but this large array was not an array to resist the enemy, Bingchen walked here, and he was already only a few feet away from him, and he could make a move.

Bingchen held the Broken Greed in his hand, and his sword intent began to climb steadily.

Dust Ye felt the momentum of the ice dust like a rainbow, and frowned imperceptibly.

In all fairness, he didn't like to fight with the people of the Sword Sect very much, not only because of the strong combat power of the sword cultivator, but also because they had many inexplicable means of changing their lives.

Especially after he fought with Gongsun Zhongmou and Xu Beiyou's master and apprentice, he was even more determined to have such an idea.

However, for the ice dust, Dust Leaf can breathe a sigh of relief, no matter how high the Ice Dust realm is, after all, there is no fairy sword in his hand that claims to be able to kill immortals, which will not make Dust Leaf's life and death lie in the great fear between the line.

At this moment, the deliberate Bingchen finally came out with his sword, and his sword was like thunder.

The power of one person and one sword is a thunderbolt.

Sword twenty-seven, a sword of heavenly thunder.

Dust Ye took a step forward, stood in front of the statue of Dao Ancestor, and flicked his sleeves lightly.

The sleeves are hidden, and the big sleeves are heavy.

The Hidden Blades intersected, and there was a sound of cloth tearing in the big sleeves.

The cuffs of the dust leaf were torn apart, and then the whole sleeve was shattered little by little.

The tip of the sword of greed and anger pierced the center of Dust Leaf's eyebrows, and blood was shining.

The next moment, a bloody mark burst out of the center of Chenye's eyebrows, which was extremely terrifying.

However, at the same time, twenty-eight thunder beads also flew out of the cuffs that had been shattered one after another, and as the shape of the dust leaf suddenly swept upward, a thunder pool was spread in the sky.

Thunder and lightning are clear, and clouds and mist are shrouded.

The castration of greed and hatred is not stopped, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The mighty sword light collided with the thunder pool, exploding into a brilliant brilliance.

The thunder pool only shook slightly, and the sword light was not visible when it entered it.

Bingchen, who stood still, silently said: "The tide of the sea gives birth to a bright moon. ”

The sword momentum rises again, the thunder pool is like the tide of the East China Sea, and in the middle of the tide, a full moon sword light rises, like the bright moon in the sea.

Twenty-eight array thunder beads violently shook and shook uneasily.

The dust leaf spread out its five fingers, and a small seal spun and flew up, and a seal fell, smashing the sword light.

Bingchen stretched out his sword finger and wiped it lightly, flattening into the old year.

Caught in the thunder pool, the greed and anger were then slashed with a sword.

The thunder pool froze in an instant.

This sword already has a bit of the charm of the sword twenty-three.

The ice dust deity stood still in place, and a figure of ice dust appeared in the thunder pool, stretched out his hand to hold the broken greed, and in an instant, he crossed the huge thunder pool, came to the dust leaf, and handed out a sword.

This sword didn't make a sound, but there seemed to be a strong wind blowing between this small world and whistling.

Dust Leaf's robes and hair instantly fluttered back, and there was a hunting sound.

At this moment, he has no way to retreat, no way to retreat, and he can only resist.

After the dust leaf was burdened with one hand, the other intact big sleeve shook its sleeve slightly, and when he was still half a foot away from his own invitation, wisps of purple qi suddenly appeared on the sword's body, like a vine growing wildly, making the progress of this sword more and more difficult and slow.

The ice dust standing in place snorted coldly, raised his arms and sleeves, and pointed his sword at the point of the distance.

In an instant, the sound of the sword roaring loudly made a loud noise, instantly shattering the purple "vines" densely wrapped around the sword body into powder, and then a sword stabbed on the chest of the dust leaf, causing him to crash into the Dao Ancestor statue behind him, and the sound was like the sky falling apart, making the entire small world tremble slightly.

However, Bingchen, who seemed to have taken the lead, did not have much smugness on his face, in her sight, the black-clothed master of the Dao Sect was still fully dressed, and the Xuanhei Dao robe on his body had not been damaged at all, you must know that he had just resisted his sword twenty-four and one sword, which meant that his sword had not been able to break through this person's body protection qi at all. Of course, Bingchen is far from the point of doing his best, both sides are still quite cautious, since there is no certainty of winning with one blow, then test each other, just like the boxers in the world, often go around each other in circles, do not dare to shoot easily, in fact, the sword fighting method of the two eighteenth-floor earth immortals is the same, both sides are waiting, and when one of them shows a flaw, then make a thunderous blow. At that time, with the high realm of the two of them, it was just a temptation, and it was enough for ordinary monks to regard it as a shocking magical means.

Dust Ye slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and one breath was in a line, slowly ascending to the sky.

Bingchen was expressionless, raised her arm, and the phantom of Bingchen who was originally holding the sword disappeared, and the broken greed and anger returned to her hand, and gently wiped the two fingers of the other hand on the sword, and then pointed the sword forward.

The sword qi burst out, and the qi ran through Changhong.

A sword aura as majestic as a dragon rushed straight to the dust leaf door.

The latter's five fingers stretched out, and the twenty-eight thunder beads suddenly shrank, forming a tiny thunder pool around his palm, blocking the fierce sword qi, allowing countless sword qi to explode in his palm, which was extremely gorgeous.