There was thunder between heaven and earth.

The sword intent resonates, with heaven and earth as the big drum, with the green edge in the hand as the drumstick, the drum sound between the heaven and the earth is the thunder!

I don't know if it's a coincidence, Shangguan Xianchen used this sword when he faced Mr. Dongxing, the first sword immortal in southern Xinjiang, and this time Xu Beiyou was in southern Xinjiang, he still used this sword.

Today's Xu Beiyou is even better than Shangguan Xianchen, who has not yet reached his peak at that time.

Li Fenggu, who was repelled by Xu Beiyou twice in a row, was hit by Xu Beiyou's sword again and flew out, and dozens of houses were directly smashed into ruins.

This Templar who had shined in the Far West, in this ancient Eastern land, was beaten to the extreme by a young man from the East, and the Holy Light Armor he was wearing was shattered and almost completely destroyed.

However, Li Fenggu is the top figure in the world after all, so he is naturally not so vulnerable.

The next moment, he got up suddenly, his body was bright, and his whole person was like a god, trampling the ground under his feet to pieces, and the aftermath even caused the ground within a few miles around him to collapse to varying degrees, and the whistling sound converged into a huge roar.

Li Fenggu, who was almost back to the light, could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor, and roared out an extremely Western language that Xu Beiyou couldn't understand.

But it wouldn't be a good thing to say.

Li Fenggu stomped on the ground fiercely, and his figure rushed forward.

Xu Beiyou's face was expressionless, holding the hilt of Zhu Xian's sword with one hand, and the horizontal sword was in front of him, Zhu Xian let out a clear sword roar, and his fighting spirit was high.

Li Fenggu crashed into Zhu Xian, like a big wave crashing against the embankment.

Xu Beiyou maintained the movement of the horizontal sword, not moving like a mountain, but Li Fenggu was shocked back by the force of the countershock, and his feet made two deep marks on the ground again.

Xu Beiyou once again backhanded Zhu Xian, and hit forward with a sword.

The thunder shook for five hundred miles.

Xu Beiyou's figure instantly came to Li Fenggu's face, and slammed Li Fenggu's abdomen with the head of the Zhuxian Sword, causing the latter's feet to leave the ground, and then hit his chest again, knocking Li Fenggu out of the air.

The invisible thunder instantly pierced through the Holy Light Armor, reverberating back and forth in his body for a thousand miles.

After Li Fenggu landed, there were still bursts of dull thunder in his body, and he staggered backwards, cracks on the Holy Light Armor were all over the place, and black blood continued to seep out from the cracks.

Xu Beiyou was unforgiving, took a step forward, one step was a hundred zhang, and caught up with Li Fenggu's figure, and it was another collision.

The two of them advanced and retreated.

Xu Beiyou hit 14 times in a row.

During this period, Li Fenggu has never been able to land.

Until Xu Beiyou's last collision, he changed from sword fourteen to sword thirteen.

The sword aura is cold and pervasive, and it is like thirty-nine within a hundred zhang.

The swiftness of this sword made Li Fenggu at this moment unavoidable, so that he calculated everything, and in the end, he sadly found that he could only take this sword.

Li Fenggu also knew very well that with his current state, taking this sword hard, eighty percent of it might be a dead end, even if Zhu Jiuyin and Murong Xuan could kill Xu Beiyou here, he could not guarantee that he would not be dragged by Xu Beiyou to accompany the burial.

But he had no other choice.

The next moment, the sword qi directly engulfed Li Fenggu completely.

When the sword qi dissipated, Li Fenggu fell to the ground heavily, his holy light armor was completely shattered, and he was covered in blood, and nothing was intact.

The so-called holy relics of the Holy Hall, which are no worse than Zhu Xian, have become a big joke at this moment.

Li Fenggu still tried to struggle to get up this time, but in vain, he could only lie on the ground and die.

He looked at the dark sky above him, his vision blurred by the blood that kept running down his forehead.

The sky that was originally dark after the opening of the poisonous miasma array turned bloody, Li Fenggu's heart was gloomy, and he had no idea of competing with Xu Beiyou at all, it turned out that this seemingly half-step invitation was actually a trench, even if the three of them joined forces, he still couldn't compete with Xu Beiyou.

In the battle just now, he could know all of Xu Beiyou's intentions, and he could also understand all of Xu Beiyou's thoughts, and even Xu Beiyou's every sword he could see, but he just couldn't dodge it, let alone stop it.

That blue jade ranked Xu Beiyou among the so-called three saints, and it turned out that he didn't exaggerate and brag about it.

At this moment, Li Fenggu just wants to return to the Far West and be his cardinal archbishop leader, he still has too many plans to perform, he still wants to be crowned as the next pope, and wants to rule the entire Far West, as for the so-called Eastern Diocese, he has no extra thoughts at this time.

It's all like a nightmare, and what's even more tragic is that it's not waking up yet.

After Li Fenggu tried his best to get up again and failed, his face was gloomy, and the deputy pontiff whispered something in the language of his hometown, and slowly closed his eyes.

If only it could be done all over again.

Then he would not choose to come to the East, let alone join forces with the King of Wei and participate in the internal struggle of the Eastern Empire.

It was only at this time that he gradually understood the sentence, manpower is sometimes poor.

In the face of the real general trend, a person's strength is too small, even if this person is an earth immortal of the eighteenth-floor realm, it is still the case.

It was not until this moment that Zhu Jiuyin took advantage of this opportunity to make a brazen move, and slapped his hands on the back of Xu Beiyou's heart.

The purple-black breath seeped into Xu Beiyou's body, and then seeped out from the body, so repeatedly, causing Xu Beiyou's gaseous state to languish at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body was fluctuating.

The twelve swords hanging in the sky fell suddenly, forcing Zhu Jiuyin back and protecting Xu Beiyou.

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the figure who was already about to use his sword to stabilize his body, and sneered: "A person from a foreign land, if he dies, he will die, but you, the pillar of the country that supports the southeast half of the Great Qi Dynasty, if you die in this miasma land that you Central Plains people often say, isn't it a pity?"

Xu Beiyou didn't say a word.

The Immortal is not an immortal, nor is it an immortal immortal who lives with heaven and earth.

Xu Beiyou was secretly calculated by Zhu Jiuyin after a series of hard battles, although he had expected to take precautions, but no matter what, after all, he did not have the body of the Golden Body of Buddhism or the body of the Sect, nor did he have the body of the Daomen, the supreme sword body was good at attacking but not good at defending, and it was not even as good as Li Fenggu who was wearing the armor of holy light, and he was undoubtedly seriously injured by Zhu Jiuyin's full force.

Zhu Jiuyin continued: "There is also the Sword Sect that you have in mind, I have heard Mrs. Murong talk about it, but in my opinion, as long as you die, the Sword Sect that seems to have the image of Zhongxing will not be able to withstand the slightest wind and waves, as long as the Dao Gate reaches out and gently pushes, it will be separated and collapsed." ”

He raised his hands, and purple-black veins appeared on the back of his snow-white hands, like thin snakes constantly swimming, making people's cold hairs stand up.

Zhu Jiuyin crossed his hands in front of his chest and said slowly: "I have already said before that Lan Yu and Zhao Qing will not come here in a short time, except for these two people, who can save you?"

Xu Beiyou instead held Zhu Xian's sword hilt with both hands, and slowly bleeding began to flow in the seven orifices.

A figure dressed in a Taoist robe appeared in front of Xu Beiyou out of thin air, glanced at him, and asked softly, "Xiao Yu's grandson-in-law?"

Xu Beiyou was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

After a little silence, the visitor said slowly, "I can save you." ”