"Boom!" With a sound, a huge palm wind was aroused in the night, and at the moment of the explosion, it turned into countless sword energy and slashed in all directions!
It seemed as if the vast night was about to be split open with a sword, revealing the sky above the moon.
Countless sword qi slashed at the old man, but they could not break his body-protecting qi. They only made his green shirt whistle like a battle flag in the night wind.
Countless sword energy slashed at Li Xiuyuan, but could not penetrate the three-foot world in front of him.
As night fell, he did not change his clothes, but put on a white shirt and came down to meet the enemy. However, just like that, the rustling clothes made a rustling sound in the night wind.
It was so refreshing to watch for a while!
In the blink of an eye, the bandit master who came to see Tongguling had already slapped countless mountains collapsing in the night!
The two exchanged blows countless times in an instant.
Li Xiuyuan just blasted the same palm forward countless times.
The two mountains collided in the air, making a crashing sound like summer thunder. The second master who got up from the ground wanted to run away with his head in his hands.
When the wind stopped, the old man stepped back a foot, and Li Xiuyuan stood there quietly like a mountain.
In the distance, the old man Gong Yangbo, hiding in the night, sighed. Since the bandit leader in front of him was not even as good as the elders of the Meng family, why should he fight against Li Xiuyuan?
This was a battle without any suspense, but he also knew that the young man would not let go of the bandit in front of him.
Even if he doesn't think about himself, Xiaodie'erjiao and others, he still has to think about the thousands of villagers in Furong Town.
The old man who was already a little poor didn't expect that his encounter with the young man in the mountains and forests would not only change his cultivation.
It also makes his future life no longer as miserable as before.
Think about it, even if there is no abbot or monk on the mountain, so what? At worst, after Li Xiuyuan leaves, he will move in there.
But Lei Ming, the boss, was angry. He was shocked and angry, and finally understood why the third child had his arm cut off by the girl.
A blind young master is so terrifying, and he can bravely receive the palms he throws, so naturally the girl will not be any worse.
Only by understanding it with strength can he understand that the young man is not just a magician.
Even so, in his opinion this is still not enough, he has not taken out his spiritual sword yet! He also has a sword! Not lost yet!
Just like a gambler in a casino, there is no losing in gambling!
"Not bad, let's try my spiritual sword again!!"
As he spoke, the old man let out a "Wang!" sound as his spiritual sword was unsheathed, and an unrivaled sword energy slashed out, attacking Li Xiuyuan.
"ah"
Just as Qingfeng let out an exclamation, a sword cry sounded in the night.
Just as the headmaster Lei Ming struck out with his sword, a sword light that was faster than him cut through the midnight void like lightning and struck at the old man!
Qingfeng was stunned, only Crow shook his head, thinking that Senior Sister had been practicing this sword for who knows how long, and now Junior Sister Jiao is also practicing it.
It felt strange when the master didn't draw his sword. No matter how fast he struck, it was a matter of course in its eyes.
However, the old man remained unmoved and continued to slash at Li Xiuyuan with the spiritual sword in his hand.
A roar came out of the old man's mouth, and the sword suddenly accelerated, and suddenly there was a faint fire wrapped around the sword.
Since the old man in front of him had not broken through, Li Xiuyuan did not use the sword he used against the Meng family elder.
He just slashed forward with a sword just like he did in front of the wooden house on Tianshan Mountain!
He didn't even know that this sword was just a simple sword slashing snow.
It was the sword that condensed the power of the saint from Meishan to cut the snow. Because before the fight with the old man, he thought of the female saint of Meishan because of Xiao Die'er.
The saint comes into my dream and makes me remember him forever.
So, the crow lying on Qingfeng's shoulder saw the simplest sword strike since he met Li Xiuyuan, and also the most unusual sword strike.
Just like when the female saint tested Li Xiuyuan, he
Taken to the abyss under Meishan Mountain, when encountering the abyss demon
In the opinion of the old man in Xuefeng Mountain, Li Xiuyuan's strength at that time was absolutely impossible to cut with a sword.
This is not then.
The current Li Xiuyuan encountered too many incredible things after leaving Meishan, and after comprehending the sword of the saint in the snowy mountains of the Tang Dynasty.
He gradually understood some of the yin and yang forces between heaven and earth, and the laws of life and death.
Not to mention, he also has the power of cause and effect, the power of time, and the power of space.
Therefore, in the eyes of the second master Lei Jinghu, the blindfolded young man standing in front of the stone steps had already slashed out a sword before the first master could draw his sword.
This is the power of time.
Therefore, looking into Qingfeng's eyes, Li Xiuyuan's sword seemed as if it was in Tianshui Town just a moment ago, and now it was in front of the old man.
This is the power of space.
Looking at the crow, the master standing in front of the stone steps borrowed the Buddha's light from the stone wall and cut out a line of light and darkness in front of the bandits, like two black and white fish.
This is the law of yin and yang.
In the eyes of the old man, the young man was already dead before his sword struck him, just like the dead tree that had stood in the wind for a thousand years and finally fell in a strong wind.
This is the law of life and death.
At the moment, Li Xiuyuan only slashed the simplest sword in the world, but it was already better than thousands of swords in the world!
At this moment, he is no longer the young man who just came out of the mountain forest with countless lines entering his body.
When he preached for two dying old people in Furong Town in the third year of the New Year, they regained their vitality overnight.
He has gained some more power of faith in this small world.
Just like the monk at Sanjiangkou in the Tang Dynasty who wanted to build the Buddha with the power of all living beings, Li Xiuyuan now has another power of all living beings in his body since he left the Shura Heaven Realm.
The truth is simple, even though the old man in front of him looks like a king, he can't stop Li Xiuyuan's simple sword.
It was as if the old man's energy had been broken, and his green shirt was in pieces, spreading from his face, to his neck, to his chest and abdomen.
An extremely miserable wound appeared.
In the eyes of the crow, it was like the sword that the big devil struck out when he fought the big devil at the foot of the Demonic Mountain that day, turning over a ditch in the black soil on the ground.
At that time, Li Xiuyuan had to use many swords when facing demons, and spent a lot of effort to subjugate and eliminate demons.
But tonight's master only used one sword.
The simplest, most ordinary sword.
The Samsara Sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand had already been returned to its sheath. The old man, the second boss, and Qingfeng didn't even see clearly the flash of purple lightning struck by the Samsara Sword!
But the old man, who was as strong as a ghost, let out a miserable scream but did not stop.
Even the spiritual sword in his hand still had a flame burning, and it could even reflect the figure of the young man in front of the stone steps.
However, the spirit sword that struck Li Xiuyuan from a distance stopped in mid-air. The old man's eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the long and deep wound on his chest and abdomen.
The sword was too fast, coupled with the power of different laws, it even temporarily sealed his wound, and the blood had not yet spurted out.
There was a sound of "Ding!!", and it was only now that the spiritual sword in his hand rang. A crack appeared on the sword and spread in all directions.
Then the thundering dragon, the breeze and the crow, and the old man at the edge of the woods were stunned.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
A series of crisp sounds sounded on the ground, but it was the spiritual sword in the old man's hand that had turned into pieces of iron on the ground. After the two of them made a move, Li Xiuyuan sheathed the sword and the old man's sword shattered.
In just a moment, the old man who was at the pinnacle of the extraordinary suddenly became dozens of years older, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "Poof!!"
The green shirt on his chest was dyed red, and the bluestone on the ground was also splashed red.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said, "I gave you a chance to retreat. Besides, I'm afraid of trouble."
The crow knew that the master wanted to say the next thing: "Please die here, the apricot trees on the mountain need fertilizer."
There was dead silence.
The old man had an illusion. Suddenly, his body seemed to be burning into ashes all over the sky just like his subordinates.
He has no chance to strike again, nor does he have the strength to strike again! He felt his life was draining away!
The power of the law of life and death was rapidly stripping his vitality from his body.
"I'll fight you!"
Just when the old man looked sad and had not yet fallen down, Lei Jinghu, the second master behind him, took advantage of Li Xiuyuan's spiritual sword to be sheathed and slashed at him with one sword!
When the elder brother was struck by the sword, he rushed over and tried to block the sword for his elder brother, but he was late.
As a result, he got closer to the young man in front of the stone steps. In his eyes, how could a blind man see so carefully?
So in this moment of lightning, he drew his sword!
Li Xiuyuan didn't move, just looked at him quietly, and Crow saw that the master's grasping hand caught a bamboo leaf from the wind.
Following the second master's roar, the spiritual sword in his hand advanced towards Li Xiuyuan again.
Seeing in Qingfeng's eyes, the fat second master was holding a spiritual sword and was about to pierce the gentleman's chest, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
The crow didn't say a word. The master told it and the senior sister that the three feet in front of me are my world and the enemy's world.
Just a short distance away is a natural chasm, a chasm that you cannot cross.
Even if the current third master is only one level lower than the old man in front of him, the extraordinary level is one level above the other.
The second boss is not
Even though Li Xiuyuan had put away the Samsara Sword, he still had the sword in his hand.
A saint's sword from Meishan! !
Back then, the female saint once showed him how to turn a piece of snow into a sword and cut down the cedars in the mountains.
Today, he was the crow and the breeze, so that the old man hiding on the edge of the woods not far away showed what a saint's sword was!
This sword has the artistic conception of a female saint. It was Li Xiuyuan's hard thinking on the snowy mountains of the Tang Dynasty that day. It has the power of different rules in thousands of worlds.
There are also some powers of laws that he has not fully understood.
Even so, it was enough. Because at his fingertips, there was a water-like power from the Five Realms Tianshan.
A bamboo leaf flew out lightly, just like the joyful water in the mountain glacier that day, leaving the mountain and heading for the river below.
So the rocks in the mountains cannot block its way.
In this world, Li Xiuyuan understands some rules, possesses cause and effect, and has the power of countless laws.
For the second master, the boy at this moment is the rule in the night.
Even if the second master's spiritual sword is powerful, it cannot break the world in front of him. No matter how prosperous the world is, there will always be a moment when the autumn wind rustles.
He ignored a sword without the power of law.
Green bamboo leaves flew out from the young man's fingers and passed over the second master's spiritual sword. Rust marks instantly appeared on the second master's spiritual sword.
The bamboo leaves resemble swords and electricity. The second master's spiritual sword was instantly eroded by the young man's power of time.
Just like the sword he slashed a hundred years ago, it finally came to the young man's chest after experiencing countless wind, frost, rain and snow.
But he was defeated by the power of time and fell into the wind and rain of the world.
The headmaster looked at the lightning-green bamboo leaves and let out a reluctant roar!
When the second master saw clearly that this sword energy was just a bamboo leaf, he smiled.
He looked up to the sky and yelled wildly: "A bamboo leaf wants to kill me too!"
