That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 817

The Qing River rushes past with great momentum and water vapor.

This sword split the entire Qinghe River into two halves, one half of the river would not stay, and the other half of the river was blocked by the sword energy, unable to move forward, and piled up into a "water wall" that kept rising.

During the turbulence of the sword current, you can see the tumbling sand behind the "water wall" and the panic of fish and shrimp. In a blink of an eye, the "water wall" is more than ten feet high, while the river bed full of sand is exposed on the other side.

Cutting the river with one sword, that's all.

As for Bing Chen, who was facing the sword directly, it was naturally not easy, his body was full of purple energy, and his feet were sunken into the ground.

Xu Beiyou stood in the air, holding Zhu Xian again.

As soon as the two went up and down, it seemed that they were judged by each other.

After the sword energy that cut off Qinghe slowly dissipated, the "Water Wall" collapsed suddenly, stirring up countless mist, and the river rushed east again. At this time, the ice dust on the ground pulled out its feet, He stomped his feet fiercely again, and countless purple sword qi swayed, like a huge lotus flower slowly blooming.Xu Beiyou stretched out his hand in the sky, and the sword fell like rain.

At the same time, the two each handed out a sword for the third time. The two still chose to fight head-on, without any fancy tricks. The purple sword energy lotus collided with the sword rain and disappeared together.Xu Beiyou and Bingchen faced each other with swords, each of them remained motionless, Bingchen went from bottom to top, and Xu Beiyou went from top to bottom, hovering for a moment, as if time stood still at this moment.

Even if Xu Beiyou had the most powerful Immortal Sword, Zhu Xian, he had collected all eleven swords of the Sword Sect, but he still lacked the Qingshuang sword. After all, he was not far behind the Eighteenth Floor of the Earth Immortal, so after a short stalemate, Xu Beiyou had to retreat first. .

Taking advantage of the victory, Bingchen pursued and hit Xu Beiyou's heart hard with the hilt of his backhand.

Xu Beiyou landed on the ground, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, trying to stabilize his breath.

Bingchen sneered, "We have fought three times before and after, and it's time to decide the winner today."

From the first meeting in Jiangdu, to the Circular Mound Altar, and to today, Xu Beiyou and Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun have fought a total of three times. In the first battle, Xu Beiyou won a small victory. In the second battle, there was no winner. Now it is the third The battle, as Bingchen said, is indeed the time to decide the winner.

Xu Beiyou looked down at Zhu Xian in his hand, he was not affected in the slightest, it can be seen that Zhu Xian is far from reaching the limit, it's just that Xu Beiyou's cultivation level is not enough now, and it is difficult to fully exert it.On the other hand, Bingchen is different from Xu Beiyou's step-by-step climb to the sky. Her realm is step by step, stable and solid, and one realm short is one realm short. In addition, she has the Ziwei magic sword borrowed by Qiuye this time, even if Xu Beiyou It is also unlikely that he can set foot on the [-]th Floor of the Earth Immortal like the previous few times.

Bingchen said coldly: "Last time outside Jiangdu City, you broke my sword 34, this time I came to the bank of the Qinghe River specially, so as not to hurt innocent people, I still use sword 34 to ask you the sword, can you still break it?" ?”

Xu Beiyou said calmly, "Just make a move."

Bingchen let out a snort, and threw his broken hand upwards.

I saw that the sword went straight into the sky, and after a while, the wind rose, and there were large purple clouds gathering in the entire sky.

Purple air pervades.

Looking up, it was all purple.

The Taoist ancestor once left the horoscope of "the great sound is rare, but the elephant has no form" in three thousand words. Ziwei, as the first of the nine swords of Taoism, has no real form. It can be a sword, or it can be the sky full of purple air. The theory that elephants are invisible.

Bingchen, without a sword in his hand, put his hands in his sleeves, waiting for the purple clouds to fill the sky.

Bingchen is not the kind of person who takes the shortcut to reach the sky in one step. She has experienced ups and downs in her life. During the ups and downs, she was once the leader of Tianshu Peak and the youngest peak owner. At that time, he was stripped of his cultivation, stripped of all his titles, and repressed into the dark well of suppressing demons. In her opinion, Xu Beiyou was the kind of person who took the shortest way to the end, relying on chance to meet again and again Bad luck turned good.But no matter how much God looks down on you, you have to pay attention to one thing, one thing, two things, not three things.

In this third battle, your good luck, Xu Beiyou, should come to an end, right?
Bingchen closed his eyes and concentrated on controlling Jian 34, the Heavenly Sword.

Xu Beiyou took a light breath and raised Zhu Xian in his hand.

Unlike the last two times, there was no Shangguan Xianchen, nor Chuan Guoxie, only Xu Beiyou and Zhu Xian in his hands, each with a sword.In fact, Xu Beiyou wasn't too sure. After all, Xu Beiyou's realm was not as good as Bingchen's, and both of them were sword cultivators, so there was no distinction between strength and weakness.However, as I said before, it is one thing to be superior or inferior, another to win or lose, and another to live or die.

Bing Chen's palm suddenly pressed down, and the purple clouds in the sky also fell, and the billowing purple air swept across, just like a magnificent scene of gods descending from the sky.

Heavenly sword, the sky is the sword.

The common people often say that the sky has fallen to describe some great event, but today, the sky is drooping, as if the sky is really about to collapse.

Standing under the sky, Xu Beiyou was like a sparrow covered by a big net. He didn't know where to fly, and he didn't know where to escape. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide.

This is the penultimate sword in Sword 36.

Xu Beiyou's face was solemn, Zhu Xian trembled in his hands, he seemed to feel a great crisis, and he seemed to have aroused infinite fighting spirit.

The heaven and the sky are under pressure, but the earth does not move. The combination of the two is a hopeless situation.

Xu Beiyou closed his eyes and focused his attention, but his body was cracked everywhere, and many shocking cracks appeared out of thin air, blood flowed, and he was in a state of embarrassment, followed by bleeding from the seven orifices, and fierce sword energy came out through his body. The layers spread, plowing out deep ravines on the ground, making it fragmented, but Xu Beiyou didn't seem to be aware of all this, just holding the sword in both hands.

He has already devoured his body like this before he used his sword. It can be seen that the sword that Xu Beiyou is going to use is far beyond his current level of cultivation. In terms of his level of the Seventeenth Floor of the Immortal, it should not be Sword 34, it is very likely. It is one of the last two swords.

Bingchen turned a blind eye to this and just concentrated on controlling the sword.

The purple clouds and purple air surged like a sea, covering the sky and the sun, covering the earth, making it difficult to distinguish between the sky and the earth.

It's just that Bingchen never expected that Xu Beiyou never waited for the momentum to be completed, nor did he look for the right time, but unexpectedly used a sword that was not inferior to Bingchen's sword 34 without warning.

This sword was far beyond Bingchen's expectations.It's not that she didn't feel the power of Xu Beiyou's sword, but in her expectation, Xu Beiyou shouldn't have made the sword so early.

The next moment, amidst the purple air, a ray of sword light soared into the sky, scattering countless purple air.

Xu Beiyou did not retreat but advanced, rising against the ever-pressing sky.

This sword, sword 36.

(End of this chapter)