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."
The fat man cursed:
"If you die together with King Guangling, or if something happens to you, your wife will become a widow!"
"You're not leaving yet. Do you want to wait here for food?"
He cursed again, stared at Xu Yong who was still hesitant, and waved to him vigorously.
Xu Yong looked at the scene in front of him, feeling helpless. He raised his sleeves to wipe the blood from his eyes, staggered, and almost fell into the void.
Even the front of my eyes was blurred for a while.
Already, exhausted...
When he almost chopped down Shen Tingyun with the chaotic light, he was far beyond the limit of endurance.
Even now, he has not recovered from the backlash caused by his double pupils.
"Double pupils are the constitution of a saint, and they are born invincible."
Before moving out of the golden battle platform, Xu Yong looked back at Guangling King Chu Xun one last time.
"If there is an opportunity, Xu would like to discuss martial arts with the prince again."
"What is invincible is never physical fitness or Taoism, but people."
King Chu Xun of Guangling stretched out his sleeves and made a move, and "Shopping Mall" and "Xiaoqing River" fell into his palm. His voice was light:
"Even sword cultivators claim to be invincible, but Chen Jizi and I have fought dozens of times, big and small, but we have never won."
"As for martial arts." The young man with white hair on his temples smiled: "There is always a chance."
The two men bowed their hands slightly, and Xu Yong took the lead in moving out of the golden fighting platform, declaring the end of the battle.
"What dharma realm is that?"
Xu Yong covered his lips and coughed twice. He looked at the battlefield where Bai Shu and Chen Jizi were, and asked doubtfully:
"Don't say it's him, even the King Kong of the Four Realms can't dodge."
The fat man groped around Xu Yong's body and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although Chong Tongzi's injury was serious, it did not damage Dao Ji.
"That is a Dharma Realm magical power recorded in the "Little Void Sutra". It disturbs the direction of the void, moves it around in disorder, and confuses the five senses."
The fat man explained to Xu Yong:
"This dharma is unusual. It is not easy to practice. It requires a lot of external help and is very expensive."
The fat man looked at the big hole-like scene and sighed in his heart. Even he had never accomplished this kind of Dharma Realm.
Looking at the life of the fat man, there are only a handful of people who have witnessed this kind of Dharma realm, but unexpectedly, he saw such a scene in a junior.
"Cultivation in this Dharma world is not easy, and it is very partial. I thought it was lost."
The fat man smiled at Xu Yong:
"When this Dharma Realm was created, it was used to target those sword cultivators who could not hit a single blow and escaped thousands of miles away. A single thought of the Dharma Realm can cover an entire area of the world, making it absolutely impossible to dodge, and it is filled with chaos, darkness and darkness.
, countless voids are folded and hidden, and once the flying sword is lost, it will be impossible to find it."
"So powerful?" Xu Yong raised his eyebrows.
"How can you be so easy to repair?" The fat man shook his head: "Do you still remember your Uncle Heng?"
"Remember." Xu Yong thought for a moment and nodded.
"Your Uncle Heng was bullied by a sword cultivator back then. After returning home, he asked the ancestor for this Dharma Realm and practiced it diligently."
The fat monk was silent for a moment:
"When I found him, your Uncle Heng only had one left leg left. Half of his body fell into the barren mountains a hundred miles away, and his head fell into a boiling pot and was almost cooked. It was so cruel that it was unbearable to watch. "
Xu Yong's face twitched and he didn't speak again.
This Dharma Realm is obviously targeted at sword cultivators. The void in it is twisted and twisted, and is kneaded at will, like dough.
Even with his sharp eyesight, he couldn't see clearly.
A swordsman's entire skill rests on the flying sword. If he loses the flying sword, it's like losing two arms.
And in this Dharma Realm, the void is being tossed and moved, which is no longer the normal place.
Once the flying sword is lost, it is not easy to recover it.
"Can Brother Shen win?" Xu Yong frowned, followed the fat man back to a crystal palace, and said in a deep voice:
"Brother Shen is well hidden. I didn't know he was a sword cultivator before. Thinking about it, he should be able to win, right?"
"I'm not him, how do I know?"
The fat man took out a bright golden elixir, put it into Xu Yong's hand, and motioned for him to swallow it.
"However, if he only has flying swords, I'm afraid he will definitely lose this time."
"The Dharma Realm is deliberately targeting Feijian." After Xu Yong took the golden elixir, he curiously asked: "I don't know what it's called?"
"Cut the ban." The fat man looked solemn:
"Do you know who created this Dharma Realm?"
Xu Yong was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"The invincible immortal from thousands of years ago, the one who saved the world in the late Song Dynasty..."
The fat man's voice paused, and there was endless admiration in his tone.
"Wang Qiuyi!"
He spoke in a deep voice to the astonished Xu Yong, word for word.
…
In front of the water mirror.
The three of them looked at each other, and even Wang Qiuyi, who had always been calm, looked quite embarrassed.
"How could this ban fall into Chen's hands?"
Wang Qiuyi smiled helplessly:
"Back then, I had an opponent named Zhenjun Wanjian. I suffered a lot of losses at his hands. This ban was specially created by him. As time passed, it somehow spread throughout the world."
"True Lord Ten Thousand Swords?" Qing Lijun, who was standing beside him, was moved in his mind. He smiled and said, "I rarely hear of this name. I must have killed him by cutting off the ban."
"No, he has too many swords. If he throws one away, there will be another."
Wang Qiuyi shook his head:
"I killed him with one punch."
Qing Lijun: "..."
"I really didn't know he was ignorant."
Wang Qiuyi turned her head and said to the dull-looking Guang Hui:
"I was thinking just now why Master cares so much about me, but I didn't expect..."
Before Shenzu Monk was ordered by Lord Xuanwen to take Miaoyan, who had turned into a human demon, to the South China Sea.
This great monk who had perfected Tathagata Zen once put down his dignity and asked the Confucian saint a question.
But now, Wang Qiuyi seems to know what Guang Hui's doubts are.
At this time, Guanghui had already gotten the answer he wanted.
reincarnation...
His heart moved, and he remembered the young monk named Wu Ming just a few hundred years ago.
He once committed a huge deed before committing suicide. This deed shocked even him who was hiding from the South China Sea.
"It seems that the reincarnation was successful."
Wang Qiuyi thought silently in his heart, and his eyes moved slightly.
"Chen Jizi..."
Guang Hui on the side suddenly said: "Among the people who came to the Dragon Palace this time, Chen Jizi seems to be the most outstanding one."
"Probably." Qing Lijun nodded: "Although Hengan can compete with one or two, he is not his opponent in the end."
"Dragon Lord."
Guang Hui turned sideways and clasped her hands towards Qing Lijun.
"If Bai Shu defeats Chen Jizi, can he directly give the Miluo Lantern to him? Anyway, isn't the seventeenth princess's designated husband the same as Li Feibai from the Great Demon Tomb?"
Damn bald donkey...
Qing Lijun cursed secretly in his mind, but his face didn't reveal it at all.
The Great Demon Tomb and Qingli Palace have a tacit understanding for a long time. Whether it is Chen Jizi or Heng'an, Li Feibai will always be the leader in Qingli Lord's Dragon Palace.
As for the Miluo lantern used as a lucky charm, it is nothing more than changing from one hand to the other. Naturally, Qingli Jun himself is in charge of it.
If there wasn't a murderous god sitting next to him, he wouldn't have nodded so easily no matter what he said.
"This..." He hesitated for a long time, avoiding Wang Qiuyi's eyes, and nodded with great difficulty:
"If he doesn't win, the Miluo Deng will naturally have no share in him. However, it will be difficult for your son to defeat Chen Jizi."
"It seems that Lord Long made a bet with the poor monk, and the poor monk bet that Atractylodes can win."
Guanghui said to herself:
"Now that the bet is over, it's natural to add something. If Baizhu wins, Lord Long will take the "Golden Cicada Nine Death Technique" in his hand as a gift."
"Why the hell didn't you go grab it?!" The man in the bamboo crown and green robe was furious, regardless of his dignity.
"Monks don't rob."
Guang Hui shook his head: "It's just that this "Golden Cicada Nine Death Technique" has a deep connection with Bai Shu, and the poor monk just followed the trend and made some achievements."
"I...I..."
Lord Qingli's sleeves and robes surged, involving countless killing formations. Even Shui Mansion was suppressed by the breath and trembled slightly.
But when he was raging with murderous intent, Wang Qiuyi, who had always been lazy, suddenly glanced at him lightly.
There seemed to be a muffled thunder exploding in his heart. Qingli Jun's hands and feet went cold, and he froze even when he yelled and cursed.
Damn it!
"I..." The man in the green robe and bamboo crown forced a smile: "I...I bet!"
