Xu Beiyou's words can be regarded as attacking the shield with his spear, and in turn using the sect to force Qi Xianyun and Lingyun to make a move.

A young Taoist standing in the crowd paused lightly, and his figure floated out and came to the Dragon King Platform.

Xu Beiyou stood with his hands in his hands and said with a smile: "Lingyun Zhenren, you and I have met again." ”

Ling Yun, the eleventh pro-disciple of the Daomen Sect Master Qiu Ye, is second only to Qi Xianyun in terms of qualifications, and the two are the most loved by the sect master, and are regarded as the golden boy and jade girl by the Daomen people.

Ling Yun bowed to Xu Beiyou, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Young Master Xu, Yuzhou has been separated for more than a month, I heard that you have made a family relationship with Princess Qiyang, and the poor road is the first to say goodbye." ”

In fact, Xu Beiyou has always had an inexplicable good impression of this real person in the Daomen, because he is not very like other people in the Daomen, neither the arrogant spirit of superiority, nor the hypocrisy of sanctimoniousness, nor the sluggish atmosphere like a clay puppet, but a chivalrous spirit.

When Xu Beiyou was a teenager, he also held Tianlan and longed for the romance of walking the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword, and he also envied the heroism of life and death in the conversation, and admired the chivalrous spirit of roaring when he saw injustice.

In fact, sword cultivation should be like this, the so-called sword level is uneven in the world, there are injustices, there are grievances, there are grievances, there are grievances, there are swordsmen who act chivalrous and righteous, and the foundation of sword cultivation is like this.

It's just that Xu Beiyou has too much on his back, and he can't help himself, let alone himself.

Xu Beiyou returned the salute, "Thank you." ”

Ling Yun subconsciously glanced at Qi Xianyun above his head, and it happened that Qi Xianyun also looked down, the eyes of the two met slightly, Qi Xianyun snorted coldly, and Ling Yun could only sigh in his heart.

Xu Beiyou suddenly remembered an interesting incident, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you have built the city wall in Yiyang Mansion for more than a month? ”

Ling Yun said: "It's just a matter of course." ”

Xu Beiyou nodded and said slowly: "This time Qi Xianyun wants to tell me a reason, but I want to talk to all of you about my rules, if you want to reason with me, you first asked the sword in my hand." ”

Ling Yun said in a deep voice: "Daomen Lingyun asks for advice, I don't know which sword Xu Gongzi uses to meet the enemy?"

Xu Beiyou said calmly: "I just recently got a new sword, called Huanglong, and I used this sword to meet the enemy." ”

When the words fell, a sword came out like a dragon.

Huang Long's sword really turned into a golden dragon with both form and god, and he opened his teeth and claws and slammed into Ling Yun.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the distance between one person and one sword was less than three zhang.

Ling Yun stretched out his palms, and there was a faint blue electric light between his palms, without any dodging, he directly pressed his palms on the "dragon head".

Huang Long's sword stopped suddenly, and countless golden sword qi at the explosion burst out in all directions, and the sound of breaking the sky was endless, and it seemed that the sky was covered with a rain of arrows.

Lan Yu, who was watching the battle, stretched out a hand, and his palm turned over.

The golden sword qi that had originally shot at the surrounding spectators turned around and headed towards the sky.

Xu Beiyou still stood still, just facing the enemy with the sword, and he had no intention of holding the sword in person.

At this time, there was only one Qi Xianyun left.

Qi Xianyun pursed his lips and slowly raised the Great De Lei Yin in his hand.

There seems to be a loud bell on the Dragon King platform!

The onlookers only felt that their eardrums were buzzing, and the sound was almost substantial, rippling layer by layer in the space.

This is the thunder sound recipe of the Nine Tips.

Xu Beiyou was indifferent to the rolling thunder, smiled and said the word "good", and the last sword Tianlan slowly rose and hung at his side.

The twelve swords of the Sword Sect, no matter how excellent the other swords are, in the final analysis, Tianlan is his first sword, and it is also his sabre.

Saber saber, carry the sword with you, get along with the master day and night, and have the same heart.

Therefore, Xu Beiyou left Tianlan to the end, and used this sword to deal with Qi Xianyun, who was the most famous and had the highest cultivation among the eight.

It can be regarded as giving this proud woman enough respect.

Qi Xianyun was still a little angry with Xu Beiyou before he made a move, but after he made a move, he had already reined in, and he didn't see half of his anger and irritability, which showed that he should have the demeanor of a true disciple of the Taoist sect. She originally thought that Xu Beiyou could not be in the realm of the Earth Immortal Six-fold Building, and there was an injury in her body, she had four treasures in her hand, and she should have fifty percent of the victory, which Cheng thought that Xu Beiyou not only did not fall into the realm because of the injury, but the realm suddenly rose, and now there is almost the realm of the Earth Immortal Seven-Story Building, she has no chance of winning, and now the defeat is decided, it is nothing more than to see how to save the face of the Daomen as much as possible, whether to be thrown to the ground fiercely, or gently put down.

Qi Xianyun closed his eyes and held his breath.

It was dark.

Snowing?

It's snowing.

First a few people looked up, and then all the onlookers looked at the sky overhead.

I don't know when, the sky has been a haze, mixed with snow particles of snowflakes fluttering and falling with the wind, unlike the snow in the northwest, big and urgent, when it comes to the hearty time, it is almost a piece of snow, not to mention enjoying the scenery, even the road can not be found, the snowflakes in the imperial capital are a little timid, fluttering and shaking, far less fierce than the northwest.

Han Xuan stretched out his palm to catch a snowflake, feeling the slightest coolness on his palm, turned his head to look in the direction of the imperial city, his lips pursed, but in the end he just sighed lightly.

It seems that the winter of that day was also such a heavy snowfall, and no matter how much the palace people swept it, they couldn't sweep it clean.

At that time, he was also the second assistant of the cabinet, but it was more than 20 years ago, he walked into the imperial city in the heavy snow, and walked out of the imperial city in the heavy snow.

When you go, you are full of glory, and when you return, you are alone.

The imperial capital of that year was completely white in his memory.

The falling snow never seemed to stop, and he remembered in a trance that someone wrote a poem at that time: "In the middle of Qin, the clouds are twilight, and the snow is full of Huangzhou." Those who retreated from the court in the snow, Zhu Zidu, the prince. ”

Now he is back in the second position, and even stands shoulder to shoulder with his old rival Lan Yu again.

Suddenly, the wind rose, blowing the big hat that Han Xuan was wearing to the sound of hunting.

Lan Yu suddenly had a smile on his face, and said softly: "Zhu Wheel Carriage Horseman, Red Candle Song and Dance Building." Happily sit in a dense manner, drunk and warm, and take off the heavy fur. ”

Han Xuan seemed to be chilled, rubbed his hands, and asked, "This is Qi Xianyun's method?"

Lan Yu snorted and said, "She took advantage of the situation to cause a snowfall, thinking that she was going to use Akiba's sword method." ”

Before the words fell, the situation on the stage of the Dragon King changed suddenly.

Qi Xianyun opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to wipe it in front of him.

The falling snow condensed into a crystal clear three-foot long sword.

Qi Xianyun was condescending, threw the snow sword in his hand high, and said coldly: "Eh." ”

The wind and snow in the sky suddenly condensed, and I saw that the fluttering and falling snow all turned into snow swords at this moment, which was the same as the snow sword thrown by Qi Xianyun.

The snow falling all over the sky is a sword, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

Countless onlookers were shocked by this scene beyond words, this scene was even more spectacular than the sword rain that Xu Beiyou had previously fallen with Jian Jiu!

Qi Xianyun pointed at Xu Beiyou and said, "Ten thousand swords are in prison, go!"

Countless snow swords in the sky were like arm commands, instantly turning the tip of the sword, and pointing at Xu Beiyou in unison.

The wind became more and more urgent, Xu Beiyou put his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and his two big sleeves hunted.

The next moment, all the snow swords in the sky fell.

The small world of Longwangtai was suddenly white.

There is only snow, and there is only sword.