"This?"

Hu Bugui's eyes changed slightly, looking at this person who no longer seemed to belong to the world.

At the same time as he spoke, the bamboo sword in his hand had turned into a green shadow, and the sword fingers in his left hand were together, and his body actually staggered, and a sharp qi machine spread out around him.

"Interesting, drunken sword? This is your sword?"

Liu Baiyi's eyes lit up slightly, and he seemed to understand something when he saw the figure of the madman Hu.

The air around him suddenly became condensed, just like in the water, there was no air, and around Hu Bugui's body, there was a wind surging from time to time, a violent wind, weak and fierce, soft and rigid, born because of his sword intent, changed because of the change of his body shape, sometimes cold, sometimes soft.

"Good swordsmanship. ”

Liu Baiyi's eyes gradually became square, and the dead leaves and grass in the sky were all blocked by the wind, some shattered, some fell, and some pierced straight into the ground and turned into powder.

He raised his five fingers in his right hand, and suddenly the plaque of the sword in the distance exploded, and then a black streamer fell straight into his hand, and the autumn water was cold.

Hu Bugui's pupils suddenly shrank at this moment, and when a person who no longer needed to hold a sword picked up the sword, he couldn't guess what would happen.

"Bang. ”

The strange sound was like the collision of the scabbard and the sword body, and the sword was not out of the body, it was the sound of Liu Baiyi holding the hilt.

Suddenly, the wind rose in heaven and earth, not the kind of wind that Hu Bu Return, but the wind that had been started by Liu Baiyi, constantly surging towards Hu Bu Return, just like the never-ending tidal waves, constantly impacting Hu Bu Return.

Also at this moment, at this moment, Liu Baiyi's hand turned around, pointing straight at Hu Bugui, and suddenly, the wind seemed to give birth to a sharp edge, sharp as a sword, visible to the naked eye, only to see that sword marks gradually appeared on the ground, full of ravines.

It's like this finger gives life and sharpness to the wind.

An unsheathed sword, but with such a sharp edge? Hu Bugui exhaled heavily, and actually began to dance his sword on the spot.

The crazy figure actually slowly began to ethereal, the shadows were heavy, and the wind was even more wild, and the two kept fighting, resisting, and contending.

This is the battle of the sword between the two, the competition of sword qi, the so-called big sound of Xisheng, the elephant is invisible, both of them have reached another realm at the moment, and this kind of competition is more dangerous than the competition of moves.

"You dare to use me as a sharpening stone, hehe. ”

Liu Baiyi smiled, his body stretched out, his arms stretched out and his white hair danced wildly, and an astonishing chill emanated out and blended into the wind.

The sky was overcast at some point, the rain clouds were thin, and heavy rain was rare in autumn and winter.

"This is my sword intent, it is the sword of silence that I have experienced many battles, experienced from life to death, and from death to life. ”

"If you have a lot of glory, let me guide you. ”

Liu Baiyi muttered, and the hem of the back clothes fluttered like a sword fairy in the dust, and his body exuded a strange aura at this moment, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray gas, and the wind was already gray wind, and there were no longer sword marks on the ground, but where he passed, those plants and trees that were still green were losing their life at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed that everything was extinguished.

Hu Bugui's eyes were finally shocked at this point, and he no longer had the composure he had before.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and then the rain fell like a hair, they were all ordinary rain, but when they were infected with the wind, it was already extraordinary, and the gray rain, as if there was some guidance, fell all over the sky towards Hu Bugui, flew away, stabbed away.

This is like the once gray snow, infected by the sword intent of the willow white clothes, at this moment, they are already swords.

People with the power of heaven, the rain fell on the tree, the tree became a foam, fell on the stone, the stone gave birth to holes, fell on the flower, the flower died, and fell on the body of Hu Bu Return, but there was only a trace of coolness, his sword had stopped, and on the ground, except for the place where his feet stood, there were countless dense and small holes like pinholes, looking at it from a distance, I felt that the bluestone became a little black.

And his bamboo sword, under his gaze, slowly lost its cyan, lost its sharpness, and turned into powder, like a handful of blowing sand, scattered in the rain and melted into dust.

His madness was gone, his drunkenness was gone, and at this moment, he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

He felt that his dry mouth opened, and he wanted to reach out to touch the wine gourd on his waist, but he touched an empty one, and the gourd had dispersed like the bamboo sword, and even the wine was melted into the wind, filled with a smell of wine.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Hu Bugui's mouth pursed slightly, it seems that he has never been so sober at this moment in his life, who can not be sober when he sees such a swordsmanship?

Liu Baiyi slowly lowered the autumn water cold, and in the process, the wind was slowly dissipating, and the rain gradually returned to its original color.

He stood with his sword in his hand.

"After a while, I'm going to have a fight, maybe I don't even know the outcome of the battle, and you, I think I can come and witness it. ”

"There are numbers of withering glory, life and death, and I don't want to leave nothing behind. ”

Liu Baiyi was a little stunned.

"What? With your realm, you can't decide the winner?"

Hu Bugui was shocked when he heard this.

Liu Baiyi stopped talking, shook his head and signaled that Hu Bugui could leave.

"One end, one head resentful, what can I ask for when I die...... It's really hard to live forever. ”

Liu Baiyi walked, reading, scolding, and then slowly left, since the autumn water was cold again, he no longer planned to stay here.

And there, only Hu Bugui stared at it in a daze, like a fool, standing in the rain in a daze, watching the back of Liu Baiyi gradually disappearing, and slowly turning into a soup chicken.