In the water mirror, the light of Dao Senhan's sword flashed lightly, and Chen Jizi, who was caught off guard, split his head into two pieces. The sword light disappeared in a flash and disappeared into the void again.

The next moment, he appeared out of thin air around Chen Jizi's severed body, shook it slightly, and then cut the body into eight pieces.

One point, one combination.

Chen Jizi's pupils flickered, like a candle in the wind, but his broken face still showed disbelief.

The next moment, his breath was gone and his vitality completely disappeared.

The boundless Milky Way with no end in sight paused for a moment, and even the halo that shone for hundreds of miles suddenly dimmed.

Then, with a crisp tremor, like the sound of broken glass, the dazzling and shining boundless Milky Way collapsed into pieces.

Thousands of water flowed freely and were no longer restrained. Chen Jizi's body fell into the ocean and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Amidst the dead silence, Bai Shu stopped his move and called the sword light back to him.

The young Taoist priest in Yuyi had a lofty look on his face, and the sword light that seemed to connect the sky and the earth hummed and turned into a three-foot-long cold sword. It whistled clear and clear, ringing like a bell.

Bai Shu held the sword against his chest. Although the sword cut down the boundless water of the Tianhe River, his expression remained stern and did not relax at all.

There was a golden color looming in his eyes, like flowing lava, and the ghostly aura was like a big net, firmly capturing the void.

But at this time, on the stage of observing the ceremony, some people who had only belatedly realized what was going on finally understood.

What happened in that scene just now?

Amidst the loud noise, some people were ecstatic, and some felt like mourning their heirs.

However, Baizhu, who was in the center of the chaos, had an unmoved expression. He pressed his sword against his chest and searched the world inch by inch with his mind, as if he was on guard against something.

"Dead..."

Cui Yuanzhou was stunned. He stood up, his body trembling slightly, and he pushed a hole in the small ebony table in front of him.

The battle between the two was only in the flash of lightning. With his current eyesight, he could only take a brief look.

First, the two of them fought hard several times, with endless brilliant brilliance. The body was so low that Cui Yuanzhou didn't even see his movements clearly, and it ended suddenly.

Then, Chen Jizi suddenly used his strength to shatter the five-color rainbow light, and knocked Bai Shu away from the distance with one palm.

Cui Yuanzhou only thought that Bai Shu was going to be defeated, but in the blink of an eye, a sword light flew up.

The boundless Milky Way with no end was broken, and Chen Jizi, who had shown his invincible posture just now, was shattered into pieces by the sword light, and even his body was not intact.

And all of this is as short-lived as lightning and morning dew, just between breaths.

"Is this death?"

He shouted in shock to the monk Huiyuan beside him, his expression full of disbelief.

"I don't see it."

Monk Huiyuan did not respond. He stared at the scene of the golden battle platform and slowly shook his head.

"Chen Jizi from Luojiang, a leader of the younger generation in Da Chu, how could he die so easily?"

He looked at the young man wearing a lotus crown holding a sword to his chest. His expression did not relax at all, but he became more and more sure of his suspicions.

"Chen Jizi must not be dead yet." Monk Huiyuan smiled: "Looking at Senior Brother Shen's behavior, he must be on guard in secret."

Not only Cui Yuanzhou and Monk Huiyuan, countless people on the viewing platform were also shocked, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

"Dead?" Bai Xi shook his little head and jumped up and down to Master Hanxu.

The old Taoist stroked his long beard, chuckled, shook his head and said:

"It's a fake body..."

"Why didn't I see it?" Bai Xi frowned.

Master Hanxu nodded perfunctorily, but was too lazy to pay attention to her.

At this moment, a little faintness rises quietly, as gentle as water flowing into the deep stream, leaving no trace and difficult to detect.

"Coming."

Old Taoist Hanxu's eyes moved.

A hand that was as white as jade gently opened, and stretched out in an orderly manner, as if playing a pipa.

Chaos, dark and deep.

A warning had just emerged in my heart, but it was no longer useful.

Before Bai Shu had time to stretch his sword, the surrounding world fell into nothingness, overlapping images continued, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, and even the corresponding objects on the ceremony viewing platform were presented in it.

The space is in chaos, there is no distinction between before and above, and between reality and reality, true and false are all blurred and uncertain.

When the scene of heaven and earth suddenly changed, a bright ray of light shot out from nothingness, vaguely looking like a flying cone.

Baizhu, who had been on guard for a long time, felt relieved and raised his sword to strike.

With just one strike, the brilliance of the flying cone was wiped out, and with another slash, the magical weapon was completely reduced to scrap metal.

The young Taoist wearing the lotus crown raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves, and a ball of fire light transformed from his true energy flew out. In an instant, the scrap metal of the flying cone was completely melted.

There was a faint sound of movement behind him, and Chen Jizi's figure suddenly appeared, then disappeared briefly.

Bai Shu wanted to kill the flying sword, but he just looked at the chaos around him and restrained his murderous intent.

As his thoughts turned, the halo of Baizhu's body circulated. Wherever he looked, there were five colors of light, shining brightly, like a five-color river stretching out.

He stepped on the five-color river, raised his eyes and looked around, his eyes darkened slightly.

Dharma Realm——

The surroundings are all dark and deep, with light and shadow constantly flickering.

All the objects in the distance were folded, as if the space had been distorted, as if they were trapped in a big hole, elusive and impossible to fathom.

Even the five-color river beneath my feet was suddenly moved and divided, making no sound.

Bai Shu tentatively raised his palm and used the Divine Elephant Fist to release an unparalleled tall five-color divine elephant.

But as soon as the five-color idol took a step, its figure suddenly moved and disappeared. Then, it suddenly appeared dozens of miles away, and its body separated.

He raised his eyes and met a smiling gaze.

"Shen Zhenjun."

Chen Jizi's big sleeves were fluttering, and his face was slightly surprised.

As he stepped out, hundreds of Chen Jizi's figures were revealed simultaneously in the gloomy darkness like a great cave.

They spoke in unison, their voices resounding in the void.

"Shen Zhenjun is actually a Taoist Sword Immortal."

Chen Jizi said with a smile:

"I was almost killed by Lord Shen's sword."

He stared at the three-foot long sword in Bai Zhu's hand and sighed softly.

On the body of the sword, which is as clear as water, there are three ancient characters "Bai Chi Lou" intertwined with Dao patterns.

Dacheng's flying sword...

Chen Jizi's eyes flashed, and although his face was still casual, it was slightly more serious than before.

…

"Flying sword..."

On the battlefield on the other side, when the light of Bai Shu's sword lit up, the young man with white temples spoke softly and read out the name.

Above his head, two sword lights that looked like swimming dragons criss-crossed, forcing Xu Yong into a state of embarrassment.

"open!"

Xu Yong roared angrily, and using his magical powers, he struck out with a palm, stirring up a sea of ​​light and temporarily forcing back the two sword lights.

His eyes flickered with chaotic light, like a chaotic god sitting on a platform in the void, about to open his eyes.

Chu Xun, whose temples were turning white, looked solemn. He pinched his sword finger, and the two sword lights split into fine sword shadows that filled the sky. They all rushed towards Xu Yong, like thousands of birds throwing themselves into the forest.

As soon as the chaotic energy of Xu Yong's double pupils was revealed, the corners of his eyes split unconsciously, and blood and tears flowed down from his double pupils.

"stop!"

Outside the court, someone shouted to stop.

Chu Xun, who was secretly vigilant in his heart, turned his head, and from the viewing platform held by the clouds, a fat man with broad bones, a fat body, and a face like a full moon spoke.

With a green lotus leaf under his feet, he flew out of the Crystal Palace and shouted sharply at Xu Yong.

"In this battle, I admit defeat on behalf of Xu Yong."

The fat man bowed his hands towards Mr. Zhemei and said.

"Uncle..." Xu Yong raised his head and said reluctantly.

"Uncle, you're a hammer, you're already engaged, and yet you come here to join in the fun of the hammer."
To be continued...