The next battle is undoubtedly Xu Bei's guerrilla attack, and Murong Xuan's defense.

Even if Xu Beiyou at this time is no longer at his peak after a series of hard battles, he is still not Murong Xuan's opponent.

However, Murong Xuan is not without a chance of winning, after all, she is an earth immortal who has accumulated years, she is proficient in countless secret arts, and she came prepared, Xu Beiyou wants to easily defeat her, it is undoubtedly an extremely difficult thing. If two people play against each other, strong chess strength may not necessarily win, if the sword goes off the edge and surprises, a person with a slightly weaker tesuji can also defeat the strong.

In the final analysis, it is one thing to distinguish between victory and defeat, and it is another thing to distinguish between life and death.

Xu Beiyou is like holding an invisible sword, raising the sword and pointing forward.

Countless sword shadows suddenly appeared out of thin air in the sky, dense and intimidating.

It's like a rain of swords falling from the sky.

There was once an old man in Julu City, waving his hand to summon thousands of sword shadows, falling like rain.

There have also been young people walking on the grassland, waving swords and splashing sword rain like splashing ink, fluttering with big sleeves, killing people with a sword at a time, which is really an arbitrary style.

Xu Beiyou whispered to himself: "I don't know if there is still a great romance after Jiazi?"

Then he laughed at himself: "Kendo is not healthy, decay cherishes old age, and the handsome son of the year will also become dying and old, which is really embarrassing." ”

In the end, he remembered a sentence from the people in the Daomen, the wind will be blown away by the rain and wind after all, and only the imperial capital and the Xuandu will not fall in the world.

The sword shadows swarmed down, and the tangled converged like a pillar, like a tornado that connected the sky and the earth and hung down.

As early as when Xu Beiyou raised the invisible sword in his hand, Murong Xuan had already thrown the bamboo branch in his hand to the ground in front of him.

When the bamboo branch falls to the ground, it is three inches into the ground, which is for rooting.

Murong Xuan stomped on the ground, the ground shook, and countless cracks like spider webs spread out on the ground under his feet, and then he pointed to the bamboo branch and said softly: "Get up." ”

Immediately after that, a green bamboo tree rises from the ground to sprout.

The green bamboo is like a fairy treasure tree, towering into the clouds, branching and scattering leaves.

This bamboo branch is not a mortal thing, but a treasure of the Daomen, just as the Buddha has a treasure color flower and other natural foreign objects that can be used as a magic instrument, the Daomen also has similar things, as we all know that the scenery of the nine peaks of the Daomen is different, there is a Tianchi on the Tianfeng Peak, there is a bright moon on the Yuheng Peak, there is a sunrise on the Tianquan Peak, there are ten thousand hectares of bamboo forest on the Tianshu Peak, there is a green bamboo planted by the Yuqing Daojun himself in the bamboo forest, it has been thousands of years now, the spirit of the heaven and the earth, the aura is full of aura, it is said that its roots are all over the Tianshu Peak, at this time the bamboo branch in Murong Xuan's hand is broken off from this spiritual bamboo, there are all kinds of mysterious effects。

The green bamboo was straight but not bent, and after standing high, it supported a day of green sky above Murong Xuan's head.

Almost at the same time as the green bamboo stood up, the upside-down tornado gathered by the sword shadows in the sky had been empowered and fallen, and the momentum was magnificent, but when this sword qi tornado fell on the green bamboo, it disappeared without exception, and it could not be shaken in the slightest.

Murong Xuan, who was standing under the bamboo, stretched out his hand to hold the cold bamboo body in his hand, spat out the mantra of the door, and stepped on the dou gang under his feet.

The green bamboo is gently shaken.

Countless bamboo leaves have fallen, and the leaves are flying like knives in the sky.

Xu Beiyou, who was dressed in a white robe, swept forward expressionlessly, his two big sleeves fluttered, like a fairy, his sleeves shook, and he directly shattered dozens of green leaves that shot towards him, and went straight towards Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan's expression was not wavering, and she didn't see any movements, and the bamboo leaves that were originally scattered and flying all turned around and pointed at Xu Beiyou.

The next moment, the verdant bamboo leaves almost converged into a long dragon, forcing Xu Beiyou to stop, stretching out his palms and moving as soft as a woman, the sword qi in the palms converged, first one point, then two points, three points, and finally connecting the dots into a line, a line of swords.

Xu Beiyou twisted this line of sword as thin as a wicker, and with a light roll, he cut off the long dragon gathered into bamboo leaves, and then this line of sword qi pointed directly at Murong Xuan, extending rapidly.

At the same time, Xu Beiyou waved his sleeves again, and then a lot of sword qi was born out of thin air, if this line of swords was the leading wolf king, then these sword qi were the wolves that followed behind the wolf king, and the two gathered together, all flocking towards Murong Xuan.

Madam Murong, who has made a handful of shots over the years, waved her sleeves, and her cuffs suddenly became countless times larger, as if she wanted to accommodate the entire heaven and earth.

Then I saw that after a lot of sword qi entered the big sleeve, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without a trace, without stirring up the slightest wave.

This is a magical power in the Daomen that is not inferior to the Taiji Golden Bridge and the Taiyin Moon Mirror: Qiankun Sleeve.

The big sleeves roll up the world, with the sleeves of their own small world, and the Buddhism in the palm of the Buddha has the same magic.

Murong Xuan shook his sleeves slightly, dissipated the sword qi in it, and then said softly: "Xu Beiyou, it's difficult to beat me if you can't think of a sword." ”

Xu Beiyou didn't speak, just stretched out his hand, Tianlan appeared in his palm, and then he took a step forward, and with a sword, he brought out a sword qi that rolled like a long dragon, and slashed directly at Murong Xuan's face.

Murong Xuan didn't dodge or dodge, and pressed her palms directly through the sword qi and pressed on Tianlan's sword edge, but her palms were undamaged.

This is the immaculate body of the Daomen, and it is on a par with the ultimate infallible body of the martial arts.

"Qinglian opens. ”

Murong Xuan chuckled, and the sword qi that rolled like a dragon on the sword body suddenly dissipated, and then a cyan sword qi was born, like a four-petal lotus flower, with buds waiting to be released.

Xu Beiyou frowned slightly, his right hand held Tianlan tightly, and his left hand pointed at Murong Xuan's heart with his finger as a sword.

Murong Xuan let go of the palm that was holding Tianlan, and her figure floated back.

At the same time, a green lotus bloomed proudly, and the four petals were four extremely powerful sword qi.

Daomen is peerless, and Qinglian sword qi.

Xu Beiyou's face changed slightly, and he saw that his right hand had been completely shrouded in the spreading and blooming Qinglian sword qi, and the entire cuff was shattered.

Xu Beiyou casually tore away the Qinglian sword qi that wanted to continue to spread upward, stabbed Tianlan into the ground in front of him, looked down at the cuffs, then pulled them up little by little, and said softly: "I have seen it for a long time, I don't know what other means Mrs. Murong has?" Even if you use it, it is best to use the golden pill jade liquid of the Daomen, and it will also open the eyes of me, a junior of the Dragon and Tiger Dan Dao." ”

Murong Xuan smiled, and a little golden light rose in the inner courtyard of the middle dantian, and the green qi around his body surged.

The two of them rushed forward in unison, their figures approached quickly, Murong Xuan's figure suddenly turned, and his big sleeves swept away, directly throwing Xu Beiyou's whole person out.

Xu Beiyou brought out an afterimage and crashed into a stilted building, and this stilted building was unexpectedly unscathed, Xu Beiyou's body was parallel to the ground, "standing" on the wall of the stilted building horizontally, bending his knees, stepping on the wall lightly and heavily, making the whole stilted building sway slightly, and then the whole person rebounded back.

Murong Xuan met again, and the two white-clothed shadows met halfway, Murong Xuan gently pressed a palm on Xu Beiyou's heart, and Xu Beiyou pointed a finger sword in the middle of her eyebrows.

Xu Beiyou's figure shook suddenly, and a series of ghosts appeared on his body.

A blood red surged on Murong Xuan's fair skin, and a little vermilion in the center of her eyebrows was particularly dazzling.

Kill each other in white.