After a moment of contemplation, the so-called Twilight began to speak again.

"Xuanyuan, everyone understands people, I won't go around in circles with you, if you have the guts, you and I will bet on a game and decide the outcome by force, how about it?"

"Decide the victory by force?"

Hearing this, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled helplessly: "You mean let's fight again?"

"That's right, if your final blow can defeat me......"

"Oh no!"

When Bai Du said this, he hurriedly waved his hand again, and smiled disdainfully: "You don't have to defeat me, as long as you can knock me back half a step, then this gambling battle will be counted as your victory, how about it?"

"And if I get lucky enough to win, what's the benefit?"

Xuan Yuan stared at the other party with a wise face, as if he had already seen through the other party's thoughts.

Under Xuanyuan's burning gaze, Bai Du smiled calmly: "If you win, I will not only let you go as promised, but also personally give you pills to heal your injuries!"

"But if you lose......"

"I'm going to be a slave for the rest of my life and obey your orders, yes or no?" Xuan Yuan asked rhetorically without hesitation.

"Nice, nice......"

After Bai Du was stunned for a moment, Fu sighed in a rather admiring tone: "It is worthy of the famous Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, after all, Jiang is still old and spicy, and he can see through my netherworld ...... so quickly."

At this point, Twilight suddenly stopped, and the look of embarrassment instantly crawled all over her face, clearly realizing that she had slipped her mouth.

"Hey, hey. ”

Xuan Yuan sneered weakly, stared at Bai Du in front of him and said, "You don't have to hide it, from the moment you appeared, I knew that you were an impostor, since you and I have made a bet, can you add another treaty?"

"What a treaty, just say it!"

Because of the identity of the impostor, there was a bit of an uncomfortable expression on the face of the fake white twilight at this time, but because of his habitual cultivation, he didn't become angry on the spot, but continued to respond calmly.

"It's easy!"

Xuan Yuan struggled to stand up with the peach tree behind him, and said without thinking: "No matter what the outcome of the fight is, you must tell me your true face, otherwise I would rather die than compete with you!"

This......

After hearing this, the fake white twilight immediately fell into a deep groan, and after about ten seconds of fighting between heaven and man in his heart, he pretended to be generous and said loudly: "No problem, anyway, after the competition, you will also become my slave, and then my identity will no longer need to be hidden, are you ready?"

"No problem!"

Xuanyuan reluctantly smiled at him, and slowly forced all the power gathered to the center of the two palms, and then began to chant silently in his mouth: "The secret of Xuanjia, the soul of the true spirit, I use my body to turn into a giant sword, fight the heavenly immortals, and punish the demons and evils, go!"

After thinking about it, Xuanyuan, who was still vain in his steps before, suddenly straightened his waist, raised his hands quickly and straight above his head, and kicked the peach tree behind him with his feet, and his whole body suddenly rushed towards the imposter eight meters in front of him like a bow and arrow off the string.

From the time he recited the incantation to the attack, it was only a few seconds in a hurry, and the movements could be described as smooth, and the body that rushed out was even more golden in mid-air, and finally turned into a red giant heavy sword at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The faint red light on the sword body was like delicate blood, which looked so beautiful and so strange under the sunlight.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yuan actually had the trick of turning a sword into a sword, and he was really worthy of the name of the sword immortal!

However, this fake Bai Dui is obviously not a soft persimmon, and he has already been confident since he agreed to fight with Xuanyuan.

So when Xuanyuan began to chant the mantra, he didn't hesitate to pinch a sword trick in his hand, pointed obliquely at the ancient jade worn on his waist, and unconsciously chanted silently in his mouth: "The jade of Xuanling, the soul of eternity, protect my body with jade, help me enchantment!"

As the imposter recited that spell from his mouth, the three-finger square piece of transparent ancient jade on his waist actually skyrocketed with a blank light, and the light that burst out from the ancient jade instantly enveloped the fake white twilight in it, forming an enchantment of brilliant light.

If they were repaired or unharmed at this time, they would definitely be shocked.

Because the enchantment formed by this fake white twilight is exactly the same as the enchantment that the good-looking Feng Zijin conjured last night, and even the ancient jade on his waist is exactly the same!

Of course, there is one thing to emphasize, that is, the enchantment of fake twilight on the field today is at least ten times more powerful than yesterday's Fengzijin enchantment, and maybe even more!

If Feng Zijin's enchantment has made the defense impenetrable, then the enchantment formed by the fake white twilight today is definitely a god-level textbook model.

After the enchantment completely enveloped his body, Fake Twilight waved the fan in his hand lightly, and neatly crossed it across his chest to prevent trouble.

When everything was ready, the red giant sword that Xuan Yuan had turned into had already flown to the periphery of the enchantment at a speed like a streamer, and slashed at the enchantment with a crisp whistling sound.

Boom......

Several loud noises erupted from where the tip of the sword and the barrier met, and the sound was more powerful than the tsunami and the sky collapse.

Xuanyuan's desperate tricks are not powerful, especially in the face of the danger of life and death, the potential that erupts within a person is definitely several times more than usual.

Therefore, although there was a huge gap in cultivation between the two of them, the moment the tip of the sword poked the outer periphery of the enchantment, it still pushed inward more than three inches as if it had entered a no-man's land, and then it was barely pulled by the power of the enchantment.

But judging from the performance of the continuous shaking of the sword body, Xuanyuan clearly still has strong stamina, and now it depends on who can stalemate until the last moment.

Hum!

Seeing this, the fake Bai Du just glanced at the red giant sword not far from his chest with disdain, and muttered involuntarily: "I didn't expect Xuanyuan to really have two strokes, I'm afraid this move is far beyond the strength of the peak of the second-rate sword immortal, if it can be used for use, it will be an excellent dog!"

After finishing speaking, the fake white Mo had a straight face, and the Luo fan that was across his chest was gently stretched, and then he swung towards the red giant sword.

The ancient aura in the Luo fan suddenly burst out with the swing, and the chilly wind rushed towards the giant sword at a speed that was withering and decaying.

At this point, the tip of the sword was only less than two inches away from the false white twilight's chest, and if he advanced a little further, it could easily pierce his chest, thus punishing this evil man who was everywhere to blame and kill.

However, the disparity in strength failed to give Xuanyuan the opportunity to eliminate harm for the people.