There is a stone monument in the hall.

Below the upper arch, two water chestnuts.

On the back of the stele, there is a dense and indiscriminate text, about dozens of lines, the trace is the real dragon small seal, not the big dream of the book; on the front of the stele, there is a person sitting cross-legged, wearing a robe, but the back of the head is green and messy, and the look on the face is not as calm as the enlightened monk, it is a sad and painful look.

I don't know if it's because the climate is quite humid in autumn, and there is a small drop of water in the corner of the person's eye in the stele.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and caused it to slide off its face.

In the rippling beads, a cold light was reflected.

Hearing the sound of gold, iron and stone cracking, a plain sword as white as winter snow swirled and pierced into the stone tablet, and in an instant, several cracks were broken.

Suddenly looked back and looked at the hall.

Wangyiyao Xian Xian hurriedly swept back, and Wangyi fluttered white clothes followed.

With a sword, it was supposed to be a surprise move for the immortal to suddenly turn around and hit the white clothes, but he never expected the latter to see through the number of roads, and he would plan to counter the first army, step forward and raise the sword, and beat the green He in the hands of the immortal away.

Seeing that stealing chickens failed, the immortal immediately wanted to run away, but unexpectedly, the white clothes suddenly flashed with strange light, and his footwork became extremely fast, and he was already close to three feet in an instant.

However, immortals are immortals, and even at such a critical juncture, their faces are still as usual and they don't see much fright.

He waved his right arm suddenly, stretched out to the Qing He thirty paces away, pierced into the stone tablet, and silently said 'Come!'.

I saw that the plain sword, which was as white as snow, first trembled, and then cracked the entire stone tablet with a 'bang-', and flew back into the cactus.

The grim white clothes looked sideways slightly, and the afterglow swept awe-inspiringly.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a flute in my ears.

Looking up, it was a spirit jade dagger, like a blue thunderbolt, turning sharply and flying towards the Qinghe sword.

The two swords collided in the air, and the sound of gold and iron in the hall was endless.

Immediately after, the dagger landed, but Bai Ruoxue's Qinghe Sword only trembled slightly for half an instant, and then continued to fly.

But half an instant is enough.

The white-clothed arrow stepped forward, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed straight into the immortal's chest.

The long-haired man, who looked feminine and fairy-like, frowned slightly, so he had to avoid the weight, turned to the side, and let the iron sword rub against his left shoulder. But dodging like this is tantamount to opening the door in front of you with your own hands, and letting the white clothes get close at hand.

And Bai Yi will not give up this great opportunity.

In an instant, the three-point deed in the body was condensed into internal and external double breath, and then like a stream flowing into the sea, it quickly converged into the palm of his left hand.

It was a palm slapped on the man's heart.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, I saw that the cloth robe on the man's body suddenly swelled and bulged, and then he stared and spat out a mouthful of fluid, and his whole body flew backwards and fell several feet away.

Bai Yi closed his palms and squinted his eyes, looking at the feminine man who was covering his chest and staggering back - he was oozing blood from the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that he had really eaten the palm just now.

But that's not enough.

The white clothes stared, holding an iron sword, and his figure swept up.

I need you to ...... After the soul is gone, you can stop.

The feminine man stopped abruptly, raised his eyes and glanced at the white clothes, pursed his lips, snorted coldly, and immediately withdrew Qinghe with the black sheath of his left hand, and then pulled it out with his right hand, bursting out with a chilling sword aura.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his hand and erected Qing He, and then repeated the old technique, retracted the sheath and unsheathed it once, bursting out with a sword qi that was enough to divide the mountain rock and rock into two.

This horizontal and vertical, connected into a 'ten' character, rushed towards the white clothes.

The sword qi is cold, and its momentum is even more terrifying, ordinary armor soldiers, no, ordinary Xuan masters must retreat and sweep back, looking for a way back, so as to avoid its edge - but this white-clothed king is full of cultivation, but he does not dodge or dodge, his expression is like a genius, and he is cold and ruthless.

The seer, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and the white clothes on his body fluttered.

Goodbye, those two terrifying sword qi suddenly turned around at the moment when they touched the white clothes, and instead split the pillars in the hall and shattered the stone slabs on the ground.

You just can't hurt the white clothes in the slightest.

The feminine man's eyes widened, and he said with a look of surprise: "You strange door is-"

Before the words fell, the white clothes had already swept in front of him, and he couldn't help but slash a sword.

The man immediately put his sword on his shoulder, tilted his head and struggled to take the sword in white.

But when he heard the sound of gold and iron, Bai Yi had already raised his knees and legs, kicked the man's abdomen, and kicked him a few steps away - needless to say, this kick naturally condensed the three-point contract.

One kick stops, and another sword comes.

Without giving him a moment to breathe, the white cloth flew in with a strange pace, and handed him another sword to his heart.

The feminine man, who had already been slapped and kicked, immediately raised Qing He, set up the sword of Bai Yi, and then retreated and swept back, pulling out a distance of one zhang, so that Bai Yi would not have a chance to kick him again.

However, it was sad to hear the flute again.

The man was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw that the spirit jade dagger that had fallen to the ground before and had not moved for a while suddenly hung again, and a long howl struck—I thought that it had exhausted all the breath in the sword in the confrontation with Qing He, but I didn't expect that the white cloth took the initiative to let it fall to the ground, like a hibernating poisonous snake hibernating and resting.

In the blink of an eye, the azure blue spirit jade dagger was already close at hand.

At this time, because the feminine man wanted to avoid the white clothes, he was already in a state of retreating with his feet off the ground. And it was not easy to twist his body in the air and avoid this spirit jade dagger that came straight to his heart.

But he did it anyway.

The feminine man flicked his right sleeve with all his might, twisting half of his body, causing the spirit jade dagger to pass by him, only to cut through the cloth robe on his shoulder.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

Your feet are half a moment away from hitting the ground.

And once you land, you can change your breath and turn defense into offense.

The feminine man raised his eyes, looked at the white clothes in front of him, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: Hmph, yes, yes, yes! You, Wang Manxiu, will not only be [100 feet close], but also [well-dressed], really good, not bad...... Since you've been so hospitable, how can I not come up with some oddities at the bottom of the box—

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the flute not stopping.

The man was stunned.

In his field of vision, the azure blue spirit jade dagger seemed to be a sword controlled by a god, and it actually folded a hundred and eighty degrees in the moment it passed him, stabbing at his heart from the front.

The man was shocked, and a look of horror appeared on his girl-like face, and he shouted urgently: "How can this be-"

The voice has not stopped, and the cold blade has arrived.

In the blink of an eye, he stabbed it through the heart.

The man stared and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body was swept away by the flying sword, and it was nailed to the pillar of the sky tattooed with a snake python with a 'bang'.

His red lips trembled, and he looked down at the impartial blue dagger that pierced his chest.

"What...... ......"

Anyway, hang your head.

I don't feel that there is life.