Xu Beiyou said quietly: "My senior sister Qi Xianyun has not yet been established, and now she is already in the realm of human immortals, how can the towering Daomen be imagined by people like you who are outside the territory?"

The colorless Venerable Master's eyes flashed with imperceptible lewdness, laughed, reached out and pinched the chin of the woman who was nestled on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in the Central Plains, it is better to settle a grievance than to tie the knot, if you want a beauty, how about I send this beauty to you? This beauty was originally a young lady from a wealthy family in Shaanzhou, born with charming bones, after being found by me, after several trainings, the taste between the bottom of the bed is wonderful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Xu Beiyou was unmoved.

The Colorless Venerable Master stroked the woman lying in his arms again, and said with a smile: "One is not enough, then add another one, this woman has a thin body, slender legs, and plump buttocks, it is best to give birth to and raise, and it is also a rare stunner, how about you and I enjoy it together?"

Xu Beiyou still doesn't speak.

The Colorless Master waved his robe and laughed, "How about giving you all this room full of women?!"

These women were all taken captive by the Colorless Venerable Master, and were used as furnaces for a long time, indulging in the illusory bliss of the Great Joy Zen, and their minds were intimidated by the Colorless Venerable.

Xu Beiyou snorted coldly, and with a flick of his fingers, Tianlan shook out a crisp sword roar.

The sound of the sword was killed, and the beautiful atmosphere of the hall was swept away.

The smile on the faceless master's face slowly subsided, and he said softly, "Om!"

Buddhism's six-character mantra Om, Ma, Oh, Horn, Mi, Ng, this is the thunder sound of great mercy, and there is also thunder and anger in compassion.

Xu Beiyou's face was solemn, and almost at the same time, he flicked his sword again, Sword Fourteen, and Cang Lei Zhen.

Of course, the current Xu Beiyou can't reach Gongsun Zhongmou's original cultivation of 500 miles after a thunderous shock, but the Colorless Venerable Master does not have the realm of convincing sentient beings from the outside world.

The two voices collided head-on, and the candlelight in the hall was suddenly extinguished, and many women were all dizzy at this moment, and even blood oozed from their mouths and noses.

The Colorless Master put the woman in his arms aside and said slowly, "Young man, this sword is very interesting. I'm getting more and more curious about your identity, and now it seems that you are indeed a member of the Dao Sect, but I don't know if you are the personal disciple of the Demon Suppression Hall Master Chenye, or the descendant of the real person in charge of the sect?"

Xu Beiyou, who had learned a mouthful of Central Plains official dialect from Han Xuan since he was a child, smiled lightly: "I want to say that I am actually a disciple of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, do you believe it or not?"

The Colorless Master slowly got up and said calmly: "If you can really defeat the poor monk, even if you say that you are the young master of the Sword Sect, the poor monk will believe it." ”

The Colorless Venerable Master took off his nondescript robe, revealing his two arms that shimmered with a dark golden luster, and walked forward, each step weighing as heavy as a mountain, and the entire Mahavira Hall even began to shake and tremble slightly.

This monk who has been contaminated with too many grassland habits has a warm smile, but his words are extremely cold, "The poor monk retreats again and again, but you have to inch in, now there are only two people in this abbot's land, no matter who you are, the poor monk can't be good today, after the poor monk sends you to the West Heaven Bliss, it's a big deal to take the little beauty back to the grassland and snowy mountains, but it's a pity that it is not the poor monk alone at that time, but to share the blessings with the teachers." ”

Xu Beiyou's face was expressionless, not annoyed, not angry, not frightened.

Seeing that the words failed to disturb Xu Beiyou's mind, the Colorless Venerable Master was a little annoyed and angry, restrained his smile again, snorted coldly, stepped on the bluestone floor tiles under his feet with both feet, and his body floated towards the young man holding Qingfeng, and his five fingers stretched out to show a brilliant golden slam.

Xu Beiyou stabbed out with a sword, and the two collided with each other, Xu Beiyou was not as good as the colorless master in the fundamental realm, and his body kept retreating, and then his back broke through the wall, and he was directly brought to the courtyard outside the palace.

The Colorless Master followed, his hands were like gold, and he slapped a palm on Xu Beiyou's chest, leaving a jet-black palm print, and Xu Beiyou flew backwards like a kite breaking a string, but also a sword on the throat of the Colorless Master.

The Colorless Master stood still in place, and after Xu Beiyou staggered to the ground, his face turned from red to white, then from white to blue, and finally from blue to black, and in the blink of an eye, a dark color rose on his face.

This big mudra of the Colorless Master is not only powerful, but also contains highly poisonous, if it is an ordinary first-grade realm, it is not surprising that he will die directly, even if Xu Beiyou is much beyond the ordinary first-grade realm, but if he wants to be unharmed, it is also a word, difficult.

The Colorless Master stretched out his hand to wipe the wound on his throat, looked down at the blood stains on his fingertips, and then saw Xu Beiyou holding the sword in one hand in his left hand, raising his right hand with five fingers outstretched, and the sword box behind his back was opened again, and another sword was born.

Although he doesn't practice swordsmanship, he also knows one or two about it, for a true kendo cultivator, he will never win by quantity, one sword is not much different from ten million swords, the so-called imperial sword is hundreds and thousands, in the eyes of the real sword immortal, it is just a trick to scare ordinary people, in fact, it is gold and jade, and it is vulnerable. Therefore, the sword immortals of the past dynasties are not famous for their tens of millions of swords, but only one person and one sword.

For example, when the cultivation is as high as Gongsun Zhongmou, when he finally kills a sword, he only has a sword in his hand.

Xu Beiyou held Tianlan in his left hand and evil in his right hand, dragging his sword and running forward, dragging two sword qi tail rainbows behind him, brilliant and gorgeous.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Beiyou came to three feet in front of the Colorless Master, and the double swords in his hands stabbed forward and slashed, the sword qi was raging, and countless cracks were cut on the ground.

The gold on the ten fingers of the colorless master's hands became more and more condensed, and he grabbed the two sword blades into his hands, crushed the sword qi one by one, ignoring the wound on the palm of his hand that was cut by the sword qi, and used his five fingers to break Xu Beiyou's sword first.

Xu Beiyou snorted softly, and his qi was like a dragon and a snake swimming away, and with the evil in his hand, he pryed the innocent Venerable Master who was not moving like a mountain to a height of three zhang in the air, and at the same time, the Tianlan sword qi in the other hand soared, pouring like a flood, like a waterfall and rushing towards the colorless master.

The colorless master was washed by the sword qi and fell to the ground with a bang.

The moment it landed, countless sword qi attached to the surface of the colorless body exploded in unison, and cracks on the ground spread out like a long snake, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Xu Beiyou rotated the twin swords of Tianlan and the evil in his hand, and the criticism was pounding, as if he was dissolving a cow, and the sword blade traveled along the meridians and meridians of the body of the colorless master, and in a few breaths, Xu Beiyou used thirty-six swords, and the sea of qi was almost exhausted.

The smoke and dust dissipated, the figure of the colorless Venerable Master reappeared, the monk's robe was shattered, and the dark golden skin that was exposed appeared as thin as a red line, and he remained motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

A moment later, the sound of slight skeletal activity sounded, particularly piercing in the silence of the night.

The Colorless Venerable, who was as tall as the Vajra statue in the temple, twisted his neck and let out a series of crisp sounds, and the wounds on his body quickly faded and disappeared.

He looked at Xu Beiyou and said with a gloomy smile: "This sword just now, the poor monk seems to be familiar with it." Back then, the poor monk was still a small novice of Buddhism, and when the sect leader of the Sword Sect, Gongsun Zhongmou, visited the Buddhism, he competed with the first seat of the Luohan Hall, and broke the undefeated golden body of the first seat of the Luohan Hall with a one-style sword thirteen, your sword was born from the thirteenth sword and was similar to an eight-point shape, could it be that you are really a disciple of the Sword Qi Volley Hall, what is your relationship with the sect master of the Sword Sect?"

Xu Beiyou didn't speak, knelt on one knee, and his face became more and more dark.

Now the qi around his body is almost exhausted, and the poisonous gas that seeped into his body just now is becoming more and more unscrupulous, although it has not yet reached the point where the poisonous gas attacks his heart, but it has also completely disordered the remaining qi in his body, like a rootless duckweed.

The camouflage that Xu Beiyou had made on his face before was also destroyed at this time, revealing his true face.

The Colorless Master shone with a dark golden color, and said with a smile: "Hide your head and show your tail, you are really not a person from the Dao Gate, are you a spy of the Sword Sect who has infiltrated the Dao Gate? Or are you the young master of the Sword Sect who is being pursued by the Demon Suppression Palace? Why don't you let the poor monk take your head and the sword on your body, go to the Demon Suppression Palace, verify your identity, and maybe you can get a guest position!"

The Colorless Master took a step.

Almost at the same time, another monk stepped into the monastery.

The words in his mouth did not have Buddhist compassion, but were decisive to kill, "I didn't want to provoke right and wrong, but now it seems that I can't leave you." ”