The wind is light and the clouds are light and the snow is fluttering, and the sword and guts are frightened.

Dao Sheng's palm broke the redundancy and smashed Li Xu into a serious injury, the so-called listening to thunder in a silent place, being able to achieve such a result with one palm, is really because Dao Sheng's martial arts realm and hard power are one level higher, and the emperor is not unjustly defeated.

The almost infinite true qi in the dantian has become Li Xu's biggest burden at this moment, these true qi wander around the limbs and five bones, and are no longer guided by the mind, like a flood raging through the body, with bursts of severe pain in the five internal organs, Li Xu can't even look up at the Dao Saint.

Pain, Li Xu was in pain everywhere all over his body, his chest was as if he had been run over by a truck, and every breath became very difficult. His fingers were trembling, his head was trembling, and there was no place in his body that was not trembling, and Li Xu felt that every inch of his muscles had been destroyed by his tyrannical true qi.

The Emperor knew that in fact, the Dao Sage did not knock him down, he just destroyed the balance in his body by a subtle means.

It is yourself who really hurts you.

The Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Exercises, which have been condensed to the extreme, are invulnerable to swords and guns, but this magic skill can resist attacks from foreign enemies, but it cannot contain its own deranged meridians.

The threat came from the point of the convergence of the void and reality like the seven stars in their dantian, and the vast true qi that they had been generating all the time could no longer be controlled at this moment, and the floods that burst the embankment continued to destroy their vitality.

Dao Sheng watched with satisfaction as Li Xu struggled on the ground, he knew very well that although the opponent in front of him had comprehended the distinction between nothingness and reality, it had made it intersect and condensed a precious Dao seed. But after all, the accumulation was not enough, and he failed to make this seed one with himself.

Dao Sheng gently rubbed his fingers, ready to untie this person's mask with the silk threads condensed by true qi, and take a look at this person's true face.

Although the thought arose, the Dao Sage did not take any next action.

He raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, and felt a trace of disharmony around him.

Dao Saint rarely felt this way, because there were few things in this world that would threaten him and make him have a trace of doubt.

This feeling, Dao Sheng closed his eyes, could it be that the thief in Baizhang Huaihai is bald?

However, he soon opened his eyes, and he had already determined the source of the threat, which was a pure sword intent, and the person who came was a swordsman, a swordsman who looked like an immortal back then.

There is only one such swordsman in Bai Yujing, and that is Gu Han of the Chengtian Sword Sect.

"If you prosper with this, you will perish with this. Dao Sheng smiled slightly: "The infinite true qi brought by the Dao seed has turned into a calamity seedling that burns the body and destroys the body. The so-called one drink and one peck, all have a predetermined, are you right, Yue Guhan?"

Dao Sheng said and turned to look, the Chengtian Sword Sect had already arrived behind Wu Ming at some point with the Ice Drinking Sword in his hand, and not far away was Bai Xiaosheng, who was pale.

"Finally," Yue Guhan let out a long sigh of satisfaction: "Finally meet again." Drink and peck, did you ever think I would stand in front of you?"

The snowflakes were stacked layer upon layer, and a thick layer of white snow had fallen on Bai Yujing's ground.

"When I let you and Balutosa go that day, I thought that there would be such a day. Wu Ming glanced at Bai Xiaosheng behind Yue Gu Han, and saw through what this person was thinking, and immediately understood that it was Yue Gu Han who took the Hatred Ding.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I originally thought that you would probably not become a climate," Wu Ming said with a light smile: "I didn't expect you to be the most successful one, what's the matter, have you researched my Ding?"

It is a big secret related to the Dao Sheng, and it is actually nothing if this thing is lost, it mainly depends on whose hands it falls into in the end.

It's no problem to put this thing in Taiping Dao, it's no problem to let Shaolin Temple take it, even if it is put in the palace, there is no trouble, I'm afraid that it will fall into the hands of Fang families such as Yue Guhan and Liu Ziyue, once it falls into their hands, Dao Sheng may expose his biggest weakness and fall into a situation where he may be controlled by others.

Since it is in Yue Guhan's hands, it must be taken back.

Dao Saint looked at Yue Gu Han, but it was a little sudden to meet Yue Gu Han today, and he rashly faced the Chengtian Sword Sect without preparation, even Dao Saint did not have a full chance of winning.

"That pill has already been given away by me. Yue Guhan raised his head and looked at the Dao Sheng, the other party's appearance was no longer what it was back then, thinking that this person had been carrying out that kind of demonic "reincarnation" for so many years.

Yue Gu Han stroked the hilt of the Ice Drinking Sword, after so many years, the human smell on the Dao Saint's body became weaker and weaker, but the demonic aura became stronger and stronger.

It is more appropriate to call it a "Dao Demon" than a "Dao Saint".

It's just that today's self, does he have enough skills to slay demons and eliminate demons? Yue Guhan looked at the Dao Saint above his head and slowly pulled the Ice Drinking Sword out of the scabbard.

"In order to kill you, I cast a total of eleven divine weapons with extraterrestrial meteoric iron, and this one is called Drinking Ice. Yue Guhan's fingers rested on the blade of the sword. "Give it a try today. ”

Dao Sheng frowned and was silent.

The so-called "Ding" is an antiquity of the Yin Shang period, there are many such things, and the real thing is the pill hidden in the Ding, and that thing is the key to the construction of the Dao Saint to get rid of the state of madness.

Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of Yue Guhan, this was indeed beyond the expectations of the Dao Sage, and it could be called the worst situation.

It has always been his strategy to cultivate the effect of attacking jade with the stones of other mountains and lakes, but almost every hundred years or so, he can raise characters like Yue Guhan who are beyond his control.

For such a person, Dao Sheng is more inclined to use his wrists and patience to harvest step by step, rather than facing each other head-on. Even if the four of them make a move in person, they must be completely prepared, and it is actually a bit unexpected to be bumped head-on by Yue Guhan like this today.

Dao Sheng's hesitation was hidden under his ancient face, but Yue Guhan had no intention of stopping, and when they met again after decades, the Chengtian Sword Sect wanted to see how far the distance between him and Dao Saint was.

The middle finger of his left index finger flicked lightly above the blade.

The Ice Drinking Sword let out a slight roar, as if the Divine Sword had a spirit, and knew that it was going to drink the blood of the saint today.

Dao Sheng was motionless, he was still floating in the air, his eyes locked tightly on Yue Gu Han, as if he meant something, his eyes were clear, all calculations were gone, and the whole person did not have any superfluous thoughts, as if waiting for Yu Boya to play the piano, quietly waiting for Yue Gu Han to play a moving famous song with the ice drinking sword in his hand.

Above the sky, a bright moon hangs high, and goose-feathered snowflakes fall down the air.

The snowflakes fell little by little, covering the top and shoulders of the Dao Sheng, the Dao Sheng's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, and the snow did not melt, accumulating there to make him look like a sculpture.

Yue Gu Han's eyes were staring at the tip of the sword, and the blade of the sword was slowly handed out, rushing in the direction of the Dao Saint.

The snowflakes fell, and the Chengtian Sword Sect remained motionless, as if it had also turned into a statue like a Dao Saint.

Wu Ming knew that Yue Guhan was brewing, just like a poet walking in the moonlight searching his intestines and scraping his belly to figure out a good poem, and grain with wine koji turned into fine wine under the catalysis of time, and the strongest sword of a swordsman also needs to wait.

Dao Sheng narrowed his eyes, he could already feel that a strong intent emanated from Yue Gu Han's body, expanding in this space, this sword intent spread between heaven and earth, as if he wanted to bring this side of heaven and earth under his control.

This made Dao Sheng very interested, he was very aware of the disadvantages of doing this, because such drawbacks had been haunting him, which made Wu Ming very similar to seeing what kind of sword Yue Gu Han could swing.

That sword, Wu Ming thought, must be very interesting.

Finally.

Yue Gu Han moved, and with this move, the sword in his hand seemed to come to life, as if it had come to life.

Dao Sheng watched Yue Gu Han stab out the first sword, and this sword Yue Gu Han turned back and exposed the back of his head to Dao Sheng. Wu Ming's eyes furrowed, he seemed to have seen through Yue Gu Han's sword path, but the sword path of the Chengtian Sword Sect made him feel a trace of fear.

Wu Ming guessed that Yue Guhan's swordsmanship should have thirty-six swords.

Sure enough, inadvertently, Yue Gu Han stabbed out thirty-six swords, each of these thirty-six swords was different from any kind of swordsmanship in the world, and each sword had no trace to be found.

Perfection makes people feel that they deserve to be like this, in the opinion of Dao Sheng, these thirty-six swords should be like this from the moment Yue Gu Han made a move, and they should be followed by one sword after another.

However, the thirty-six swords of the Dao Saint were all slashed into the air around him, and the Dao Saint was still in mid-air thirty paces away from him.

Dao Saint was not surprised, Yue Gu Han's thirty-six swords were perfect, although they only stabbed the air, Dao Saint would not have any negligence in his heart.

Because Dao Sheng could see that Yue Guhan could actually be said to be playing music, and the thirty-six swords in front of him were just his prelude. The sword is Yue Guhan's strings, and the thirty-six swords in front of him are the prelude to his lingering or high-pitched prelude, and the real essence is at the moment when the strings are broken.

Even the Dao Saint was not completely sure that he could untie Yue Gu Han's shocking sword, but Wu Ming was very curious, because even after seeing the romance of a thousand years, Yue Gu Han's experience with this sword still made Wu Ming want to take a look.

Thirty-six swords, this is a perfect cycle.

If these thirty-six swords are combined into a set of swordsmanship separately, then this set of swordsmanship can be ranked among the ranks of the first-rate swordsmanship in martial arts.

But after the thirty-six swords, Yue Gu Han's changes were about to end, and these thirty-six swords were so perfect that the thirty-seventh swords could not appear in the human world at all.

Yue Gu Han's eyes widened angrily, and at the moment when the perfect thirty-six swords were about to end, he stabbed out another sword.

This sword finally stunted.

This is not a perfect sword, or it is too imperfect, it is simply the biggest failure after these thirty-six swords.

Such a failure made Dao Sheng frown, and he quietly landed on the ground, his spirit penetrating, waiting for Yue Guhan's sword, which can be called a failure.

However, as soon as the defeated sword came out, it was a pure murderous aura, and this incomparable killing intent spread, and there was no blood on the face of the Dao Saint.

"Wuming, take the sword!"

Yue Guhan handed out a sword, without hesitation.

Drinking Ice Sword laughed, it seemed that decades of waiting was for today's wait, the majestic sword qi surged out, and the unparalleled killing intent had locked every inch of space around the Dao Saint, this sword performance was full of grace, and it went straight to the Dao Saint with the power of the unparalleled.

The killing intent penetrated the body, the sword qi came directly, the bun on the head of the Dao Saint was disintegrated by the true qi entangled by the two sides, and the green silk was scattered like a fairy and a demon.

Wu Ming stretched out his palms, and he wanted to use his thousand-year-old skill to catch the sword sect's powerful and unrivaled defeated sword.