On the white jade square outside the Chengtian Gate, the two looked at each other.

It is not the first time Xu Beiyou has seen Fu Zhongtian, but before that, the two have never had a deep relationship, and this is the first time they have looked at it so closely.

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Fu Zhongtian's real age is already very old, enough to be Xu Beiyou's grandparents, but only from the perspective of physiognomy, he is still not confused about his age, his face is like a crown of jade, the bridge of his nose is high, and his palms are even more delicate and white like a woman.

Xu Beiyou did not dodge, but raised the immortal in his hand, and handed out a sword, which turned all the talismans into bits of ashes.

There was a strong wind, and Xu Beiyou's white hair fluttered backwards violently.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Beiyou pointed a sword at Fu Zhongtian's throat, and Zhu Xian drew a ripple of qi visible to the naked eye.

Fu Zhongtian waved his sleeves with both hands unhurriedly at the same time, without the light breeze of the Daomen Dazhen Zhenren's sleeves, but there was a bit of Murong Xuanyin's demeanor, just like Youling Juzi shaking his water sleeves, charming and enchanting, all the rune seals and ashes floating in the air were recombined into Dao rune seals, and then burst open again, like fireworks in the Yuan Xi season, extremely gorgeous.

Xu Beiyou, who bore the brunt of the attack, turned around, and between the lightning and flint, his body retreated violently.

Fu Zhongtian chuckled, his ten fingers moved, and several invisible "silk threads" flew out of his fingertips, forming a large net above Xu Beiyou's head, and used it as a hood for him.

Dragnet.

Xu Beiyou let out a long roar, and the whole person cooperated with the long sword in his hand, turning into a chilling sword light, soaring upward.

The so-called Tianluo net was scattered by the sword light, Fu Zhongtian's face remained unchanged, but from waving his sleeves to throwing his sleeves, one after another golden lotus flew out of his sleeves, if there was spirituality, he formed a mysterious formation by himself, and faced the cold sword light.

The sword light of Xu Beiyou was as fast as lightning, flashing twelve times in an instant, and each time eight sword rays appeared, seven false and one true, and as far as the eye could see, the sky was full of brilliant sword light. Xu Bei swam out of the sword twelve times, and shot down nine lotus flowers in one go, although there were still more than three lotus flowers that collided the sword light, and exploded one by one, blowing up the sword light and darkness, but it was still forcibly broken through the formation by the sword light, and went straight to Fu Zhongtian.

Fu Zhongtian's face was solemn, his hands flicked ten fingers like a piano, and round after round of qi machine "crescent moon" swirled out of his sleeve, rippling in the surrounding space with circles of "ripples", a full seven hundred and forty-nine rounds of "crescent moon" continuously crashed into the sword light.

The sword light suddenly shrank, revealing the prototype of Zhu Xian, as well as Xu Beiyou holding the sword.

At this time, Xu Beiyou had layers of white sword air around him, which seemed to be a pale white mist, and from a distance, there was a sense of lightness of spring rain. He took a deep breath and moved his sword, still pointing directly at Fu Zhongtian, there seemed to be smoke around the sword body, and all the sword momentum seemed to be a "rain of smoke", splashing down.

Fu Zhongtian had to step back to avoid the edge of this sword.

Xu Beiyou looked at Fu Zhongtian and said slowly: "I heard that you are also a person from the Daomen? ”

Fu Zhongtian smiled indifferently, slowly stretched out his hand, and then the sky suddenly surged.

Black clouds are like ink, black clouds are rolling.

It's like a pot of boiling water, and it's like a catastrophe between heaven and man.

Fu Zhongtian looked at this young man, who was already enough to be on an equal footing with these old men, and said indifferently: "If you want to kill Fu someone, it depends on your means, I think you also know the nine magic swords of the Daomen, I take on this heavy responsibility, and according to the rules, I will also hold a magic sword." ”

The so-called nine magic swords, namely: Ziwei, Qingping, Chunjun, Yingyuan, Zhongyuan, Dongsheng, Xixuan, Beiyang, and Nanli, all of which are left over from the Dao Ancestor. The sword does not recognize the master, whether it can be driven all depends on Du Tianyin, when the sword sect sent the patriarch Shangqing Daojun with his own Tongtian cultivation to forcibly suppress the Qingping magic sword, cut off the mysterious induction of the Du Tianyin, and took it away from the Daomen, in the battle against the deer, Yuchen personally boarded the Sword Mound Island, and completely removed the ban on the Qingping Sword, and the magic sword driven by the sect masters of the Sword Sect of the past dynasties finally returned to the Daomen.

To this day, Xu Beiyou has successively seen the magic swords Ziwei, Chunjun and Nanli, and if you add the Xixuan that was broken by Xiao Bai, there are already four swords of the nine magic swords.

Fu Zhongtian's first-class official uniform swayed in the wind, but his face was still light and light, and a few flashes of electric sparks exploded on his crystal jade palm, and he said in a deep voice: "Please sword!"

Xu Beiyou's expression was calm, "Bingchen has never stopped me in charge of Ziwei, even if you have a magic sword?"

Fu Zhongtian didn't speak, waiting for the magic sword to appear.

The firmament is broken.

The rolling black clouds retreated in all directions.

A pure black sword slowly poked out of the clouds from the crack in the firmament.

Fu Zhongtian said loudly: "This sword is called Ying Yuan, the fourth of the nine magic swords of my Daomen, if it is usual, I must be helpless against you, but at the moment, can I kill you, a seriously injured person?"

Xu Beiyou said flatly: "You can let it go." ”

Fu Zhongtian stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.

With the black sword as the center, a circle of black ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, and the billowing black qi spread out like an expanding circle, filling a canopy of heaven in the blink of an eye.

Xu Beiyou was indifferent.

The black gas covered the sky and pressed down towards Xu Beiyou layer by layer, but it suddenly disappeared when there was still a distance of three zhang above Xu Beiyou's head.

No matter how the black qi surged forward, it was all in vain, Xu Beiyou formed a sword curtain with the sword qi of the Immortal, and cut the black qi layer by layer, so that it could not advance a single bit.

Fu Zhongtian flicked his fingers again.

The entire body of Ying Yuan's magic sword poked out of the clouds.

At this moment, Fu Zhongtian's face was neither sad nor joyful, and his palm suddenly waved downward, as if a general ordered the army to attack.

The Ying Yuan magic sword hanging high in the sky fell with a bang.

A black line connecting the sky and the earth carried the billowing black gas from top to bottom, instantly engulfing Xu Beiyou.

But it quickly disappeared.

Fu Zhongtian's demeanor suddenly became solemn.

I saw a seal with nine dragons hanging above Xu Beiyou's head, and the color of the Dao Xuanhuang fell, so that this sword did not hurt him at all.

Passing on the national seal, the upper should be humanitarian, and the lower is the hub core of the imperial city array.

The time and place are all in my hands, even if I am seriously injured, even if my seventeenth floor realm is already crumbling, how can you compete with me?

Xu Beiyou sneered: "It's my turn to draw the sword!"

Thirty-two swords, a sword to slay the dragon.

At this moment, the sword light on Zhu Xianjian's body extended for more than ten miles, across the sky, and fell in the air.

Slay the dragon with a sword.

This sword was originally intended to kill the Dharma Protector True Dragon of the Dao Gate!

The dragon chant between heaven and earth was endless, and the sea of clouds above his head seemed to set off a stormy wave.

The sword turned by Zhu Xian brought a loud sound like thunder, and slashed at the Ying Yuan Law Sword, and suddenly countless black qi overflowed from the Ying Yuan Law Sword, and then turned into a black cloud, and for a while, the sky hung low, as if it was within reach.

The next moment, Ying Yuan's sword shattered inch by inch.

The black clouds in the sky began to shrink rapidly like the water of the ebb tide.