That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 590

Xu Beiyou's words were like using one's spear to attack the other's shield, and in turn using the sect to force Qi Xianyun and Ling Yun to take action.

A young Taoist standing in the crowd paused lightly at his feet, then floated out and came to the Dragon King Stage.

Xu Beiyou stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Master Lingyun, we meet again."

Ling Yun, the No. 11 disciple of Taoist head teacher Qiu Ye, is second only to Qi Xianyun in terms of qualifications. The two are most loved by the head teacher and his wife, and they are regarded as golden boys and jade girls by Taoists.

Ling Yun bowed to Xu Beiyou Jishou, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Mr. Xu, Yuzhou has been separated for more than a month. I heard that you have made an engagement with Princess Qiyang. I will go first to congratulate you."

In fact, Xu Beiyou has always had an inexplicable affection for this Taoist real person, because he is not like other Taoist people. He neither has the arrogance of aloofness, nor the hypocrisy of sanctimoniousness, nor the sluggishness of being like a clay puppet. There is a chivalrous spirit.

When Xu Beiyou was a teenager, he also held Tianlan in his arms and longed for the flair of the rivers and lakes in green shirts and swords. He also admired the heroic spirit of talking, life and death, and promises of gold.

In fact, this is what sword repair should be like. The so-called sword leveling the injustice in the world, there is injustice, there is injustice, there is injustice, there are swordsmen who are chivalrous, and the root of sword repair is like this.

It's just that Xu Beiyou has too many burdens on his body, and he can't help himself, let alone himself.

Xu Beiyou returned the gift, "Thank you."

Ling Yun subconsciously glanced at Qi Xianyun above his head, and it happened that Qi Xianyun was also looking down, and when their eyes slightly met, Qi Xianyun snorted heavily, and Ling Yun could only sigh in his heart.

Xu Beiyou suddenly remembered an interesting incident, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you have been building the city wall in Yiyang Mansion for more than a month? I am ashamed of your kindness."

Ling Yun said: "It's just a matter of course."

Xu Beiyou nodded, and said slowly: "This time Qi Xianyun wants to explain a truth to me, but I want to tell all of you about my rules. If you want to reason with me, first ask about the sword in my hand. "

Ling Yun said in a deep voice: "Ling Yun of the Taoist sect asks for advice. I don't know which sword Mr. Xu will use to meet the enemy?"

Xu Beiyou said flatly: "I just got a new sword recently, called Huanglong, and I use this sword to meet the enemy."

The voice fell, and a sword came out like a dragon.

Huanglong's sword really turned into a golden long dragon with both form and spirit, baring its teeth and claws, glaring, and charged towards Lingyun.

Almost in an instant, the distance between one person and one sword was less than three feet.

Ling Yun stretched out his palms, and there was a faint blue electric light between the palms, without any dodge, he directly pressed his palms on the "dragon head".

Huanglong's sword suddenly stopped, countless golden sword energy scattered in all directions, and the sound of piercing the sky was endless, as if the sky was covered with arrow rain.

Sapphire, who was watching the battle, stretched out a hand, and the palm turned over.

The golden sword energy that was originally aimed at the surrounding spectators turned around and headed towards the sky.

Xu Beiyou still stood still, only holding his sword to meet the enemy, without any intention of holding the sword himself.

At this moment, there was only one Qi Xianyun left.

Qi Xianyun pursed his lips, and slowly raised the big Dreyin in his hand.

There seemed to be a sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu on the Dragon King Stage!
The onlookers only felt that the eardrums were buzzing, and the sound was almost substantive, causing layers of ripples in the space.

This is the Leiyin Jue of the Nine Jue.

Xu Beiyou was indifferent to the sound of the rolling thunder, and said "yes" with a smile. The last sword, Tianlan, rose slowly and hung by his side.

Of the Twelve Swords of Jianzong, no matter how excellent the other swords are, in the end Tian Lan is his first sword and also his saber.

Saber and sword, carry the sword with you, get along with the master day and night, and communicate with each other.

So Xu Beiyou saved Tian Lan for the last, and used this sword to deal with Qi Xianyun, who was the most famous and the most cultivated among the eight.

It can be regarded as giving this arrogant girl enough respect.

Qi Xianyun was still somewhat angry with Xu Beiyou before the attack, but after the attack, he had restrained himself completely, and he did not appear to be a bit buoyant, which showed the demeanor that a true disciple of a Taoist head teacher should have.She originally thought that Xu Beiyou would not be able to reach the realm of the Sixth Floor of the Earth Immortal, and she was injured. With the Four Treasures in hand, she should be [-]% sure of winning. How could she have thought that Xu Beiyou not only did not fall to the realm due to the injury, but instead suddenly rose to the realm? , now almost has the cultivation level of the Seventh Floor of the Earth Immortal, and she has no chance of winning. Now that the defeat is settled, it is nothing more than how to keep the face of the Daoist as much as possible, whether she is thrown to the ground hard, or gently lay down.

Qi Xianyun closed his eyes, held his breath and concentrated.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Snowing?
Snowing.

First, very few people looked up, and then all the onlookers looked at the sky above their heads together.

I don’t know when, the sky has been covered with haze, and the snowflakes mixed with snow particles are drifting and falling with the wind, unlike the snow in the northwest, which is heavy and urgent. The scenery, even the road can't be found, the snowflakes in the imperial capital are a little shy and wobbly, far less ferocious than the northwest.

Han Xuan stretched out his palm to catch a snowflake. Feeling the coolness in his palm, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the imperial city, his lips pursed, but in the end he just sighed.

It seems that the winter of that day was also such a heavy snow, no matter how the palace people swept it, they couldn't clean it.

At that time, he was also the second assistant of the cabinet, but it was more than 20 years ago, he walked into the imperial city in the heavy snow, and walked out of the imperial city in the heavy snow.

When I went, I was full of glory, but when I returned, I was alone.

The imperial capital of that year was completely white in his memory.

Luo Xue seemed to have never stopped. He vaguely remembered that someone wrote a poem at that time: "In the middle of the Qin Dynasty, the clouds and dusk, and the snow covered the Huangzhou. Those who retreated in the snow, the nobles and purples are all princes."

Now he has regained the position of second assistant, and even stood side by side with his old rival Sapphire again.

Suddenly, the new wind blew the big cloak Han Xuan was wearing, making a rattling noise.

A smile suddenly appeared on Lan Yu's face, and she said softly: "Zhu Lun chariots and horses, red candles singing and dancing in the building. Sit up and sit together, get drunk and take off your heavy coat."

Han Xuan seemed to be afraid of the cold, rubbed his hands together, and asked, "Is this Qi Xianyun's method?"

Lan Yu hummed, and said: "She took advantage of the situation to attract a falling snow, presumably she was going to use Qiu Ye's method of controlling the sword."

Before the words fell, the situation on the Dragon King Stage changed suddenly.

Qi Xianyun opened his eyes, and stretched out his hand to wipe in front of him.

The falling snow condensed into a crystal clear three-foot long sword.

Qi Xianyun was condescending, threw the snow sword in his hand high, and said coldly: "Chi."

The wind and snow all over the sky suddenly condensed, and the fluttering snow turned into a snow sword at this moment, just like the snow sword thrown by Qi Xianyun.

The falling snow all over the sky becomes a sword, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

Countless onlookers were so shocked by this scene that they couldn't speak. This scene was even more spectacular than the sword rain that Xu Beiyou used to rain down with the sword nine!
Qi Xianyun pointed at Xu Beiyou, and said, "A thousand swords make a prison, go!"

Countless Dangkongxue swords were commanded like arms, and instantly turned their sword tips, all pointing at Xu Beiyou.

As the wind became more and more urgent, Xu Beiyou held his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his two sleeves chattered.

The next moment, all the snow swords fell from the sky.

The small world of Dragon King Terrace was suddenly completely white.

Only snow, and only swords.

(End of this chapter)