That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1192

Between life and death.

Xu Beiyou twitched the corner of his mouth.

As the saying goes, heaven and earth all work together in time, and it is not free to transport heroes.

You, Xiao Jin, started wars in peacetime and caused the common people to suffer, and now you use this evil method of refining souls to hurt innocent people, deceive the sky, reverse yin and yang, and reverse life and death. If you don't compare to a person like you who broke the rules of heaven, how can you have great power.

I saw Xu Beiyou stretch out two fingers, and swipe lightly in front of him.

There is no sword spirit, only sword spirit.

In an instant, not only the book of life and death and the judge's pen in Xiao Jin's hands trembled violently, but even the soul-binding lock that passed straight through his chest trembled.

Back then when he fled from Biyou Island in embarrassment, the old man told his apprentice on his deathbed that he had carried the sword box for decades, and you will be the one to carry it in the future.

In the past few years, no matter whether he went to Jiangdu in the south or God's in the north, Xu Beiyou had always carried that square sword case on his back, so much so that everyone's impression of Xu Beiyou was white hair and sword case.

It's just that Xu Beiyou seldom carried the sword box on his back after his cultivation reached his peak, because at his current level, he could already ignore the erosion of Jade Immortal's sword energy, and he no longer needed to carry Jade Immortal with the sword box. It wasn't because Xu Beiyou led Jianzong to gradually revive, and he could gradually let go of the burden implied by the sword box.

At this moment, a sword box fell from the sky and crashed into the ground.

Then twelve streams of liuhua were shot out from the sword box, exactly the number of twelve swords of Jianzong.

The twelve swords formed a huge sword net, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, stopping all the rolling corpse energy that was sweeping towards Xu Beiyou.

Xu Beiyou, who was hung in the air by the soul-binding nail, began to walk sideways. Although he had been cut off from his spiritual perception, he moved towards that Xiao Jin, the King of Wei who had counted countless calculations, "walked".

The soul-binding lock that was already trembling not only could not continue to restrain Xu Beiyou's actions, but also was dragged by Xu Beiyou in a curved arc. There was a fierce friction sound between the chains, and sparks flew everywhere.

There was a look of astonishment on Xiao Jin's face, not because he was surprised that Xu Beiyou could call out the sword box from thousands of miles away, but because Xu Beiyou was able to accurately find his body when he was in the middle of the magic of the five declines of heaven and man. location.

What's the point.

Xu Beiyou, whose chest was still pierced by the soul-binding lock, stretched out his right hand, and Tian Lan from the Twelve Swords flew into his palm by itself.

After holding the sword, Xu Beiyou didn't hesitate at all, and directly slashed out with the sword.

Although Xu Beiyou's energy in his body was temporarily suppressed, this sword didn't have much energy or sword energy, only sword intent.

However, the sword intent of this sword has turned from fiction to reality, just like the words of a saint follow suit, using illusion to affect reality, mysterious and unpredictable.

Standing on the shoulders of the Dali Ghost King, Xiao Jin waved his big sleeves, and the soul-absorbing flag and the mourning stick stood in front of him on the left and the right.

The next moment, Xiao Jin's face changed suddenly, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Then the mourning stick and soul-absorbing banner were cut into two pieces by this sword.

Immediately afterwards, the shoulder and the entire arm that Xiao Jin had been standing on were severed by this sword.

The Vigorous Ghost King roared fiercely, and the huge sound spread like waves in all directions, shaking the whole world.

Xiao Jin's figure appeared on the other shoulder of the Vigorous Ghost King, with a gloomy expression.

After Xu Beiyou made a sword strike, he stretched out his left hand, which was not holding the sword, to grab the chain on his chest, first tore off the chain, and then slowly pulled out the remaining part from his chest.

The soul-binding lock that left Xu Beiyou seemed to have lost all spirituality in that instant, and slowly disappeared.

At this moment, Xu Beiyou's physique shined brightly again, shaking off all the five evils of the little heaven and man that Xiao Jin had imposed on him earlier.

At the same time, the book of life and death in Xiao Jin's hands was finally overwhelmed and shattered, turning into confetti flying all over the sky.

As a result, Xiao Jin has successively broken four magic weapons, including the mourning stick, soul-absorbing banner, book of life and death, and soul-binding lock, leaving only the judge's pen and Yan Luo's seal.

Xiao Jin's expression was no longer as relaxed as before, and finally showed a bit of solemnity.

He did all kinds of calculations before, dare not say that it was a decisive situation, but at the very least, Xu Beiyou should be seriously injured. How could it become such a situation?
Xiao Jin couldn't help asking herself.

Could it be that Xu Beiyou is already invincible in the world?

Or is God going to kill me?
Xu Beiyou's voice came from above Xiao Jin's head, "Wei Wang, do you know that you will definitely die today?"

Xiao Jin raised her head immediately, with a bit of anger that could not be concealed, and said with a smile: "Xu Beiyou, do you really think that this king dare not die with you?"

Xu Beiyou said flatly: "If the king of Wei dares, then just go ahead and do it."

Xiao Jin snorted heavily, and stopped talking nonsense. Two large black and gold sleeves were rolled up, and two lifelike heads flew out from the cuffs. They were a man and a woman. Judging from the faces, they probably did not doubt their age. With his eyes closed, it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

When Xu Beiyou saw this scene, an uncontrollable anger suddenly rose in his heart.

If he was not mistaken, these two should be two senior masters of Jianzong, a couple who have been together for many years, counted by seniority, they are still a generation higher than Gongsun Zhongmou and Zhang Xueyao, they can be regarded as Xu Beiyou's teacher Forefathers, the two died in a ten-year battle, but afterward Jianzong suffered repeated setbacks and was unable to take care of their funerals, so the whereabouts of their remains were unknown.

But he never expected that his body and bones would fall into Xiao Jin's hands.

I saw Xiao Jin lightly wiped his palms, and the flesh and blood on his head melted like spring snow, leaving only two white skulls, and faint blue flames continuously emerged from the seven orifices.

Xiao Jin stretched out his hand to pat again, and the two skeletons, dragging the raging flames, slammed towards Xu Beiyou quickly.

Although it is the remains of the predecessor, at this moment, Xu Beiyou will not think about how to be merciful, and directly crush one of the skeletons into blue sparks with a sword, and a hideous evil spirit will emerge from it, but this evil spirit It is no longer the divine soul of the sword fairy back then, but a "monster" forcibly blended by countless dead souls. Although it barely has a human form, its translucent body has countless faces piled together, densely packed, hideously twisted, Makes the scalp tingle.

Xu Beiyou showed no mercy, pointing his hand, Que Xie's sword flew out suddenly, drawing out a crimson tail of sword air, which was the most restraining of such evil things, with a whistling sound, like a long wind passing through the wilderness Usually stabbed at this evil spirit.

For a sword cultivator at the peak level on the eighteenth floor, how powerful is the killing power of a single strike?Even Zhao Qing, a martial artist, dare not say that he is safe by confronting head-on. Although he is not good at dealing with these ghosts, but at this moment Xu Beiyou is angry with his sword, and even a small thousand world will be torn apart, let alone such ghosts?

slam.

This evil spirit exploded into a wandering dead soul, dissipating in the billowing black air.

(End of this chapter)