On the tenth day of the seventh month, Jiangdu, heavy rain poured down, and the city wall dragon spit water. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xu Beiyou walked up to the city alone with an old oil-paper umbrella and enjoyed this rare scene.

Heavy raindrops fell from the sky, making a continuous crackling sound on the surface of the umbrella, splashing a fine layer of mist.

In this white expanse of the sky, a touch of bright red that is not so harmonious suddenly appeared, standing on the side of Xu Beiyou, even if he was in the heavy rain, he was still not stained with any moisture around his body.

This is a woman in a red dress, and said coldly: "Enjoying the rain alone, I am much bolder, and finally I am no longer hiding behind a woman." ”

Xu Beiyou didn't care, and said: "Every time I saw you before, you wanted to put me to death and then hurry up, but this time it is not easy to talk well without moving." ”

The woman was silent.

Xu Beiyou held the hilt of the sword and said softly, "King Chujiang, what are you doing here for me?"

King Chu Jiang stared at this young master of the Sword Sect who walked into Jiangdu City openly, forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and asked, "I heard that you have a gap with Duanmu Yu?"

Xu Beiyou rubbed the hilt of the sword and said lightly: "Sort of." ”

King Chu Jiang said bluntly: "We can help you." ”

Xu Beiyou asked, "Help me, how can you help me?"

King Chu Jiang narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course, you and I join forces to take what we need." ”

"I'm a remnant of the Sword Sect, when will the Daomen's Demon Suppression Hall be willing to join forces with the remnants of the Sword Sect?" Xu Beiyou said, "And joining forces with your Demon Suppression Hall is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger, and the gains outweigh the losses." ”

King Chu Jiang sneered: "If you don't even have this bit of guts, don't stay in Jiangdu, just go back to the northwest, maybe you can save your little life." ”

Xu Beiyou calmed down and said: "Don't use this kind of clumsy agitation method, I know what to do." ”

King Chu Jiang asked coldly, "There is no room for negotiation?"

Xu Beiyou nodded lightly.

King Chu Jiang squinted at Xu Beiyou, as if he was considering whether to take advantage of this opportunity to kill this young master of the Sword Sect in order to prevent future troubles.

Xu Beiyou looked at the rain curtain, let go of the hilt of the sword, pointed to the scene of the dragon spitting water on the city wall under his feet, and said with a smile: "The city wall of Jiangdu was built during the Great Chu period, and it is still intact after thousands of years, but the scene of the dragon spitting water has not been seen for many years, and it is the fate of you and me to see it once today." ”

King Chu Jiang didn't make a sound, just glanced at it obliquely, and really saw that there were countless clear water hanging down between the cracks of the city wall, some thick and some fine, some high and some low, some large and some small, it can be said that manpower and time together created this spectacle.

The king of Chujiang fought with heaven and man, and finally gave up the idea of killing people now, and looked at the dragon under his feet with Xu Beiyou and spit water.

After a while, King Chu Jiang suddenly spoke: "The people of the Sword Qi Volley Hall want to kill you." ”

Xu Beiyou snorted and said, "I know." ”

King Chu Jiang smiled and said, "It should have been your subordinate, but he wanted to turn around and kill you, the so-called sword qi volley hall is really a joke." ”

Xu Beiyou said calmly: "The following crimes are not from today, they have existed since ancient times. ”

King Chu Jiang snorted coldly, and his figure slowly disappeared into the rain curtain.

Xu Beiyou sighed lightly, put down the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and looked up at the top of his head.

At this time, above the nine heavens, there were no clouds or rain, only a round of golden sun, and the sun was shining.

A green luan as big as a hundred zhang flapped its wings and roared, rolling up countless winds.

There is also a person standing not far from Qingluan, stepping on auspicious clouds, his big sleeves fluttering, his demeanor is like a fairy, he just waved his sleeves slightly, and he will be able to destroy the city and pull out the mountain of Gangfeng all the wind.

Qingluan roared and flew by, rolling up the sea of clouds below that was originally as calm as a lake, and slammed into that person with the momentum of Mount Tai.

At the same time, there was an ethereal cloud qi around that person, and the whole person radiated a kind of purple qi that only existed after the true person of the Dao Sect attained the Dao Ascend Immortal.

The man suddenly waved his big sleeves, brought out the purple qi in the sky, and smashed it on Qingluan's head.

Qingluan let out a wail and flew upwards in a circle.

The man didn't pursue, but said calmly: "Senior sister, this seat has repeatedly shown mercy to his subordinates, don't be ignorant." ”

This person is Murong Xuanyin, the strong dragon who crossed the river and set foot in Jiangdu, and the realm cultivation of the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, looking at the world, is only second only to Qiu Ye.

Although Murong Xuanyin is the leader of the Xuanjiao, his methods are by no means limited to the Xuanjiao, whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, he has been involved, and he is very good at stealing teachers, so he is known as the master of all laws.

At this moment, a large white lotus suddenly appeared under Murong Xuanyin's feet, blooming and swaying in the wind.

These white lotuses surrounded Murong Xuanyin.

Murong Xuanyin said a good word, and suddenly floated up, standing in the air.

Put your hands together.

In an instant, behind Murong Xuanyin, a hundred zhang dharma figures were born, pointing to the sky with one hand and the earth with the other, showing the appearance of being the only one.

The Dharma phase fell, suppressed on countless white lotuses, and the white lotus seemed to have become the Buddha's lower lotus platform.

Murong Xuanyin floated down on Fa Xiang's shoulder and turned his head to look east.

In that direction, there should be a sword coming east.

In the East Lake Courtyard, Zhang Xueyao was the only one in the Liuli Pavilion, and she was kneeling on the ground, with a sword box on her lap.

She reached out and stroked the sword case gently, and for no reason remembered many old memories that she thought she had forgotten.

I remember that in the past, the Wei State was still called Weiguo, and there were five great families there, not the three major families today.

I remembered that I was just born and was set to end up with a family affair that was finally over.

I remember that the master who is more like my father, and he has to be strict with other brothers to the point of being unkind, but he can open up to himself.

I remember the apprehension of holding the sword for the first time.

I remember the uneasiness of the first killing.

I remember too much.

In the end, her memories were fixed in the East Lake Courtyard, the two red candles that night, and a pair of young men and women guarding in front of the red candles.

There is a tradition in the country that newlyweds should stay up all night in front of two wedding candles, and if one burns out first, then the other will be extinguished, implying that the couple will grow old together and live and die together.

That night, the candle that symbolized Gongsun Zhongmou burned out first, and when she wanted to extinguish the candle that symbolized herself, she was stopped by Gongsun Zhongmou, who said at that time that the husband and wife should always have a sequence, the one who went first was more relaxed, and waited on the bridge, and the one who left later was more tired, so there was no need to divide it so clearly.

She didn't think much of it at the time.

I never thought that it was a prophecy.

Zhang Xueyao slowly closed her eyes, pressed on the sword box, and gently said the word "open box".

The sword box was opened, and the sword aura was pervasive.

A purple and blue qi dragon snaked out and gently surrounded Zhang Xueyao.

Zhang Xueyao whispered to herself: "Zhu Xian, I am not your master, but my master and husband have been your masters, today I want to borrow a sword with this little incense, do you borrow it or not?"

The next scene was shocking. First, there was a sword sound, and then the sword box that was originally on Zhang Xueyao's knee was erected by itself, and a sword slowly rose, the long sword was almost half a person high, and the immortal qi, sword qi, and killing qi gathered in one place, and rushed straight to the sky through the glazed pavilion, and a huge whirlpool was born in the sky, with faint clouds and thunder and lightning.

People in the world often say that the word heaven is punished, and the immortal is passed down by the ancestors, and the main killing is in response to the word heaven.

If this sword is personally commanded by Daozu, it only needs to be flickered slightly, and the sword light can kill, even if he is a god of ten thousand calamities, it is difficult to escape this catastrophe, it is really the blood of the Daluo immortal.

Zhang Xueyao opened her eyes and looked at Zhu Xian, and smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, Qing Feng in his hand is more reliable than people, and the three of them were forced by Murong Xuanyin to have no way out, asking for help everywhere, but no one was willing to help, and now they can only ask each other again.

Back then, Emperor Xiao was just the realm of the twelfth floor of the Earth Immortal, but with the unparalleled Sword of the Son of Heaven was able to kill Fu Chen on the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, and now Zhang Xueyao also has to gamble, betting that her imperial envoy's immortal sword can hurt Murong Xuanyin.

Zhang Xueyao didn't reach out to hold the sword, this immortal sword with its own spirituality hung in the air on its own, walking side by side with her.

"Let's go. Zhang Xueyao silently said.

One person and one sword disappeared into the glazed pavilion in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Murong Xuanyin, who was standing above the Nine Heavens, suddenly had a solemn face, stretched out a finger, and drew a deep blood groove in the center of his eyebrows, like a vertical eye.

The whole popularity machine skyrocketed.

Shaoqing, as he expected, there was a sword coming from the east.

The purple, blue, and red sword qi permeated the heavens and the earth, and even the immortals were daunted.