This sword, castrated as fast as lightning and lightning, so much so that it pulled out a white path visible to the naked eye behind it.

The foundation of this sword still lies in Jian Yi, but as soon as the sword passes through Xu Beiyou's hands, it is no longer an ordinary straight stab, the sword intent is majestic, the sword aura is majestic, and the sword momentum is huge, which is no worse than the last few swords in the thirty-six swords.

Almost at the same time as Xu Beiyou handed over the sword, the dust leaf had already waved his sleeves, and thunder beads appeared in the air, seven each in the east, west, south and north, a total of twenty-eight, corresponding to twenty-eight nights. Twenty-eight thunder beads formed a large array of thunder pools by themselves, and the thunder and lightning on the canopy of the sky were tumbling, and their momentum was brilliant, as if the catastrophe was coming, which made people feel infinitely frightened.

Although the face of the dust leaf standing behind the thunder pool array was light and pale, there was still a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

If it is said that the fighting method of the eighteenth-floor earth immortal monk is a fight between two middle-aged people, then at this time, Xu Beiyou, who is holding a Zhu Immortal, is like pulling out the bull's ear sharp knife on his waist, and if he is not careful, blood will be splashed.

There is also a sword cultivator, not good at seeking immortality, but the best at fighting with people, just in response to that sentence, the husband was angry and blood splashed five steps, among the many monks, the Buddhist monk defense first, the Taoist monk seeking immortality first, the martial arts combat power first, the swordsman is the first to attack and kill, because of this, the sword cultivation can be offensive instead of defending, suppressing the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and at the same time facing the martial arts is not inferior, the most unfortunate can do life for life, which is the fundamental reason why the swordsman and the martial artist are regarded as able to cross the border and fight.

In the past, there has always been a question, whether the sword of the sword cultivation line is sharper, or the golden body of Buddhism is stronger, has been debated for thousands of years, and the reason why Shangguan Xianchen can ignore this controversy back then, one person and one sword will stand alone in the world, so that countless masters of Buddhism and Taoism will sink into the sand, precisely because the sword he holds in his hand is the world's first attack heavy weapon Zhu Xian, the first attack and then the first attack, who in the world can stop?

I can't help but be jealous.

The world's top monks fighting methods, especially the monks of the eighteenth floor realm of the earth immortal, often take life preservation as the first priority, and most of the two sides will have a tacit understanding to stop at the point, after all, when it comes to this realm, everyone has the means to save their lives at the bottom of the box, and then it is the invitation to take the next step from the enlightenment immortality, and no one wants to be a person who travels a hundred miles and a half ninety.

However, Xu Beiyou is obviously a person who never seems to cherish the realm of cultivation as a hard-won exception, fighting Taiyi outside the Jiangdu City to save the suffering Tianzun, fighting Qingchen on the altar of Yuanqiu, fighting with Bingchen for the second time in Meishan, and fighting Bingchen with the blessing of Ziwei on the way back to the imperial capital, without exception, are all life-fighting methods, so that the opponent is bound everywhere.

This time was no exception.

Facing the thunder pool array, which is known as not being able to cross the thunder pool for half a minute, Xu Beiyou's body did not stop, and he rushed into the thunder pool with Zhu Xian in his hand, and in an instant, the thunder in the entire thunder pool was magnificent, almost illuminating half of the small Jiangdu. Twenty-eight thunder beads exploded countless electric rays, and Xu Beiyou's figure was completely overwhelmed by the thunder.

The next moment, the thunder pool tumbled endlessly, like a pot of boiling boiling water, and then suddenly exploded, the thunder pool disappeared, and twenty-eight thunder beads flew in all directions.

Chenye was a little unspeakably surprised, he had faced Gongsun Zhongmou of the seventeenth floor realm of the Earth Immortal in Julu City, and he was no stranger to Zhu Xian and Sword Thirty-six, but he never expected that Xu Beiyou was only one level higher than the realm of the heavy building, and he would be so much stronger, and even made him feel that he was unable to resist.

Could it be that there is also a saying in kendo that "the fist is afraid of the little strong"?

In fact, Chenye doesn't understand a little, the thirty-six Sword Sect, the swords are different, everyone has their own sword, Gongsun Zhongmou's best sword is Sword Thirteen, and Sword One is Shangguan Xianchen's favorite and best sword, Xu Beiyou not only got the inheritance of Gongsun Zhongmou, but also got the inheritance of Shangguan Xianchen when he set foot in the realm of the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal outside Jiangdu City, and even in a sense, Xu Beiyou, who got the divine will of the twelve swords of the Sword Sect, inherited the sword path of the ancestors of the Sword Sect.

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This sword is not Gongsun Zhongmou's sword one, nor Xu Beiyou's sword one, but Shangguan Xianchen's sword one.

As the first person in the world in the past hundred years, Shangguan Xianchen's sword is naturally irresistible.

The sword of sword one is the sword of nine deaths without regrets, and it is also the sword of the general program of the entire sword thirty-six.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Beiyou's figure had appeared in front of Dust Ye, Dust Ye was not good at melee combat, Murong Xuanyin on his side took a step forward and collided with Xu Beiyou in pairs.

Murong Xuanyin let Xu Beiyou pierce his palm with a sword, but he still slapped his forehead with a palm.

Xu Beiyou had to retreat a few feet, and his forehead was bloody.

However, Murong Xuanyin was even more uncomfortable, and a cloud of purple-cyan sword qi on his palm spread up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it had already enveloped his entire arm.

Murong Xuanyin was a decisive person, and he used his other hand to tear off this arm with an expressionless face, preventing the Xuan Immortal Sword Qi from spreading throughout his body.

Xu Beiyou raised the Immortal in his hand, pointed directly at Murong Xuanyin, and said softly: "After Sword One, Sword Thirteen." ”

Back then, Gongsun Zhongmou walked the world, and no one in the world knew the king.

But under this scenery, there are winds, frosts, snow and rain, hard battles again and again, nine deaths again and again, and it is not so easy to confront the Daomen family with one's own strength.

It's just that Gongsun Zhongmou has never talked to anyone, he hasn't said it to Zhang Xueyao, and he has never explained anything to his disciple Xu Beiyou before his death, but Xu Beiyou has experienced a lot of things later, and he knows what it means to be uninexperienced, and he wants to get to Gongsun Zhongmou's step, I don't know how much bitterness and bitterness it contains.

When the Sword Sect was separated and collapsed and almost destroyed, Gongsun Zhongmou, who could have been at ease in the world, resolutely inherited the position of the sect leader of the Sword Sect, and carried the Sword Sect that was about to collapse on his shoulders until death.

The word "responsibility" is easier said than done.

What Xu Beiyou took over from Gongsun Zhongmou was the word responsibility.

I didn't hear the wind, I didn't hear the thunder, I didn't hear the sound of Jin Ge, I saw the mighty sword qi like a big river approaching the two of them.

This sword is not Shangguan Xianchen's sword, it is Gongsun Zhongmou's sword, and it is Gongsun Zhongmou's sword thirteen, such as the great river to the east, the tide is like the tide of the sea, far away like a line of white practice rampant, gradual and gradual, close and like a thousand layers of snow.

The first half of the sword is slightly slow, like a big river rushing, and the second half of the sword is abrupt, like a snowy landslide.

As a last resort, Murong Xuanyin could only block in front of him with the only remaining arm, and then his body couldn't help but retreat backwards, his feet plowed two gullies on the ground that were not a little long, and his back broke through one city wall after another, a distance of several miles, until he retreated into Jiangdu City, smashing countless houses and pavilions.

Xu Beiyou held Zhu Xian in his hand, took a step forward, and the earth shook.

Xu Beiyou put Zhu Xian in front of him, gently wiped the sword body with two fingers, and said softly: "Sword twenty-three." ”