Jiuzun asked

"Nine Wins Immortal Sect...respectfully invite Xiao Xianjun to come."

Three Thousand Sword Immortals are majestic and mighty, but the rest of the immortals watching the excitement have retreated far away.

"I'm going...no need to ask."

Xiao Wenwen pondered, raised his eyebrows and called out in a low voice: "If I don't go, it's useless to ask."

For a moment, I saw Zhuangzi standing with his sword in his hand, but he was so angry that he frowned and said angrily, "I have been enlightened for 4000 years, and I don't know if Taibai Pavilion can make progress."

I saw that Taoist Lord Zhuangzi, Dao Luo Sword Immortal, raised his eyebrows, but the world was darkened.But inside the scabbard of the three thousand sword pavilions, there was a clanging and mournful sound.

"Unworldly Immortal Tu Xiaoyaozi."

In this breath, the rest are the disciples of the three sects of Heaven, Earth and Man, standing across the abyss from the Jiuying Immortal Sect.

And that Zhuangzi Sword Master held his palm, full of constant flow of sword energy, and shouted: "Sword come."

But I saw that the three swords of heaven, earth and man sounded like a tsunami, but they were all in Zhuangzi's palm. He looked down upon the three thousand sword immortals in Taibai Pavilion, and said softly: "I can kill Taihao, and I can also kill Jiuying... Splash Monkey."

In an instant, Zhuangzi held his thousand swords and went away, killing among the three thousand sword fairies.

"Too mysterious."

The three thousand sword immortals of the Taibai Jiange formed an formation, but they turned into the sword book "Taixuan Sutra".

One sword is three thousand swords, one move is three thousand moves.

But I saw Zhuangzi standing in the sword array, the sword intent was vague, but I saw that when he raised his hand, he turned the three thousand sword qi into nothingness.

"Take off the sword and hide in the name, and you will be worthy of being the best in the world." Zhuangzi raised his eyebrows and uttered two words: "Taibai."

All the immortals were shocked.

Who would have thought that this Zhuangzi could realize a technique in the Taixuan sword formation just by fighting with the three thousand sword immortals.

However, he saw that Taibai's sword, the sword of the thousand swordsmen had been sheathed, and the soul of the thousand swordsmen had been lost, but the body of the remaining thousand swordsmen was cracked, leaving only a useless sword.

And the ten thousand handles of Zhuangzi's "borrowed swords" are all hanging behind him, and the swords are stained with blood.

The three thousand Taibai Pavilion Sword Immortals were all suffocated, their clear eyes were turbulent, but they never gave up.

The corner of Zhuangzi's mouth twitched, and he lifted Wanjian with his fingertips, and looked down from the sky: "In this world, rogues who are domineering without reason are all preyed upon by the weak. The cheapness in this world cannot be decided by Nine Wins Sword Sect."

"Walking for hundreds of thousands of miles with one body, one sword can become a million immortals." Zhuangzi lowered his eyes narrowly, raised his sword and said, "Xiaoyaoyou."

Thousands of swords kill immortals, with murderous aura like turbidity.

The three thousand sword celestial beings in the Taibai Pavilion are all retreating a hundred feet, but they are not as good as this leisurely tour, the lingering sword energy that fills the sky.

In an instant, I saw three thousand sword celestial beings who cut off their right arm, and the clouds were stained with blood mist.

"It's broken... Eight God Bodhisattva."

Xiao Wenwen noticed at a thought that Zhuangzi's free and unfettered sword, although the sword energy is sharp, has no intention of breaking the immortal body.

But at the moment when Zhuangzi struck the sword and Xiaoyao's sword qi slashed out, he saw a red glow, cutting off the right arm of the Three Thousand Sword Immortals.

"Sanqian Xingjun's blood, although not to my liking, can be regarded as a great supplement after all."

All the celestial beings gasped, but saw the Eight Gods Bodhisattva hanging above the blue cloud, breathed out, and saw the blood-stained cloud, sucking it into the body in one gulp.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but she saw that her lips were blood-colored, which was very treacherous.

"he came."

The Eight Gods Bodhisattva let out a soft cry, and then cut it casually, but a space-time rift was opened above the sky.

In one thought, the Eight Gods Bodhisattva disappeared into the crack and left a sentence: "Wait for me another 10 years, and I will definitely find you."

The sky changed, but the Eight Gods Bodhisattva disappeared into the broken void.

And in an instant, Xiao Wenwen also noticed that a mysterious aura came and went like a tide, which was quite frightening.

Sword Immortal Taibai with three thousand broken arms raised his eyebrows, but Zhuangzi smiled lightly: "Why, it's better to have another three thousand."

This sound of "three thousand more" was an understatement, shaking the universe.

"Longevity Immortal... Xiaoyao Xianjun."

In an instant, the Wanjian behind Zhuangzi blew, but all the three thousand sword celestials retreated.

But I heard Zhuangzi call: "Wan Jian returns to the clan."

Thousands of swords return to their sheaths, but there is no sound of swords.

This method of controlling the sword is really superb, and even ghosts and gods cry.

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no time.

The auspicious clouds are mighty, and the purple air comes from the east.

"Zhuge Taizu."

But I saw a person, dressed in auspicious purple Taoist robe, with white temples hanging down his chest, and a crescent moon between his forehead, but his complexion was ashen, holding a piece of green bamboo in his hand, and straddling a white-winged black bird.

"Zhuge Er... pig ears."

When Zhuangzi saw this person, he called out his name, but when he heard the last three words, even he couldn't help it.

Xiao Wenwen looked at this person, and knew that this person's cultivation might be comparable to Zhuangzi's, but he didn't have sword energy and intention, so he was not like a sword fairy.

"Ox-nosed... Zhuang Xiaoyao."

Zhuge's iron face and bronze ears looked at Zhuangzi, but he did not lose the wind.

"hey-hey···."

Zhuangzi grinned, but the sword energy flowed constantly, like a cloud map.

"You and I fight, don't be in a hurry." Zhuge Er waved his big hand, but put his eyebrows on the body of the three thousand sword immortals, and said softly: "The one who breaks your right arm is the one who met the suzerain , it’s also not as good as it is. And don’t feel sorry for yourself, and don’t be decadent about cultivation.”

"Among the heavens and all realms, the ultimate ruler is the Dao of Heaven."

"You just need to remember that if you are beaten, you have to fight back, and if you can't be beaten, you have to run."

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood."

"Tao is the foundation of people, and life is the foundation of the soul."

"You remember this person's appearance, and keep it firmly in your soul sea. If one day, he becomes a lost dog, it doesn't matter if he fights with fists or cooks in a pot."

"A face is but a skin, and only the strong can eat the weak."

In a flash, Zhuge'er took out a red gold gourd from his bosom, and swung it towards the sky.

But he saw the sky-pouring elixir sprinkled from the gourd, and Zhuge called out: "This elixir is called Shangyuan Peiling elixir, and the number is only five hundred."

When Zhuge called out, he saw the three thousand Broken Arm Sword Immortals coaxing him up.

"To the pole...to the pole." Zhuge Er, the iron-faced fairy, stroked his white beard, smiled arrogantly, and continued: "Only the strong can eat the weak. You don't need to care about the friendship between teachers and disciples under your feet, and you don't have to worry about it." Caring about intimacy."

With a few thoughts, a fairy is not as good as a dog.

But he saw that the three thousand sword celestial beings had already lost their elegant aura, and the blood color under their bodies seemed to be brilliant like summer flowers.

From time to time, I saw hundreds of people who died among the three thousand sword immortals.

However, the immortal who won the "Shangyuan Peiling Pill" sat cross-legged and subdued, and after only a stick of incense, he saw stumps coming out, which is also wonderful.

"Thick black dog way...Zhuge'er is still well-deserved." Zhuangzi exclaimed, really admiring him.

But seeing that Zhuge didn't change his face, he replied with a smile: "Brother Zhuang cultivated the way of slipping beards, but he cultivated to the state of perfection."

In an instant, his smiling face became rigid, and he called out to Xiao Wen: "Jiuying Xianzong...Please invite Xiao Xianjun again."

"I can't please..."

Unexpectedly, before Xiao Wenwen finished speaking, he saw this thick black old man take out a picture scroll from his bosom.

Zhuangzi looked at Xiao Wendao, but he saw Xiao Wendao lost his mind...