Su Bian Cultivation World

Xuanwu raised a hand towards the fleeing guests, the palm was slender and white, the knuckles were like jade, and now it was full of spiritual energy, and it was faintly visible that the moonlight-like yin power was stored in the palm lines.

From beauty to viciousness.

He pressed his palms down lightly, with a faint smile in his eyes, as if a god and Buddha came to this world, but he had no mercy for the human world.

He looked at the frightened and devastated monks, as if he saw a group of ants—or ants that didn't interest him much.

Of course, no matter whether he is interested in it or not, he always wants to kill such a rare opportunity to gather important figures from the three thousand worlds together.Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disappointment to the kindness of the coincidence.

Baihe State, oh Baihe State, I really want to accept your affection.

The dead stupid white tiger is the best white tiger in the world.

The strength of the Xuanwu palm is ready to be released, and the palm of the hand emits a faint light, like frost, snow and moonlight.

Even though no one except Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling had ever formally fought against him, the powerful coercion like a thorn in his back has silently covered everyone's head.

Nascent Soul cultivators with higher cultivation bases may be able to continue to escape, but many Golden Core cultivators can only grunt and kneel on the ground helplessly.

Someone was vigilant and shouted while sweating coldly: "Master Xuanwu, I am willing to surrender!" But only a chuckle from Xuanwu came in exchange.

He asked quite soberly: "You are willing to submit to me at this time, and you will be willing to submit to others tomorrow. What am I going to do with such a weightless submission?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a chance to catch his breath, Xuanwu flipped his wrist, and was about to slash his palm, but there was only a sound of gold and iron clanging, Luo Jiujiang held Chengxue in his left hand, and the tip of the knife collided with his palm suddenly!

A moment ago, the people of Luo Jiujiang were half kneeling on the ground a few feet away, but now they jumped on the ground, desperately using offense instead of defense, blocking Xuanwu's move.

Luo Jiujiang poohed a little blood in his mouth, and his face was as cold as ice: "Don't attack the innocent, your opponent is me."

Xuanwu looked at him with a very strange look.

At that moment, Xuanwu and Luo Jiujiang's eyes met, and when they looked at each other, they could clearly see the truth hidden in each other's eyes.

Luo Jiujiang's humanity has polished the embryonic form of life and death, while Xuanwu's yin and yang have achieved the most complete self.

He really is a person who doesn't care about other people's feelings and only cares about what he wants.

Xuanwu suddenly said: "I have always looked down on Baihu's style."

At this moment, the two were wrestling with each other, Chengxue's knife tip pressed against Xuanwu's skin, but he couldn't even make his palm sink a little.Hearing Xuanwu's inexplicable words, Luo Jiujiang changed the direction of his force and didn't give him the slightest response.

"But maybe I should remind you." Xuanwu said slowly, "Even Gongyizhu didn't dare to claim to be my opponent in front of me."

He even called Mr. Gongyi's name in front of Luo Jiujiang!

Luo Jiujiang was furious when he heard the words, Chengxue turned up a saber flower, her air veins were as cold as frost, and pierced Xuanwu's eyes.

And at the same time as the sudden knife fell, the young Nascent Soul in his dantian suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the world in Luo Jiujiang's dantian changed places, and the moon wheel in charge of killing and killing stood high in the sky, reflected in the pupils of the young Yuan Ying.Correspondingly, two moon shadows appeared in the depths of Luo Jiujiang's eyes in reality.

Luo Jiujiang's saber energy has always been majestic, majestic, righteous, like a scorching sun, like a rushing river.

Only at this moment, his blade was filled with a bone-piercing icy cold, which turned into a torrential downpour, and also turned into a flood of torrents when he was furious.

The saber aura is completely directed by the heart, and the whistling wind under the blade is the voice of Luo Jiujiang's heart.

"You don't need to admit that I am your opponent." Luo Jiujiang said coldly, "I just want to be your murderer!"

As soon as Luo Jiujiang's voice fell, countless sword shadows pierced the sky immediately, and the nearby plants, trees, flowers and birds died when touched; the tables, chairs and cups were shattered into countless powders only when he shook his wrist.

Just the sword energy flowing out is so powerful, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of power is confronting between the two people who are fighting.

Luo Jiujiang once used a move to tear apart the boundary membrane of the dead land, but now facing Xuanwu, the power of every knife he swung was never weaker than before.

The brighter the blade, the brighter the silver light in Luo Jiujiang's eyes, until the shadow of the moon covered almost the entire pupil of Luo Jiujiang like a cloud of clear smoke, and his all-pervasive offensive of mercury pouring into the ground still did not weaken at all.

The high moon shadow clearly illuminates every trace of deep hatred that cannot be forgotten.

Behind Xuanwu, Han Qianling pressed on silently.He didn't know when he had turned back into the true form of the dragon. The figure of the blue dragon flashed past in the moon reflected in Luo Jiujiang's eyes, and the sharp claws fell on his head.

In the battle with the white tiger just now, Han Qianling was torn off half of the dragon scales of his body.But even so, the power in the bloodline still lives up to its name.

When the pincer between Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling took shape, it seemed that there were two moons in the world at the same time.

The brilliance of one moon is the shining cold light under Chengxue's knife, while the other moon belongs only to Luo Jiujiang.

Xuanwu let out a deep and long howl.

He majored in self-cultivation, and the life and death of the world depended entirely on his likes and dislikes.If you want to define his Dao Xin, that's easy: if he doesn't like it, it's nothingness.

Luo Jiujiang's knife shadow contained a thousand kinds of hatred and ten thousand kinds of murderous intentions, but all these murderous intentions and hatreds were just in vain in the end.

Xuanwu still stood still, but his existence was like smoke and mist, lightly filtering out all Luo Jiujiang's attacks.

The direction that Luo Jiujiang's blade points to seems to have never existed before.

"There is no me between heaven and earth." Xuanwu half-closed his eyes and groaned, "This is Yang."

He smiled calmly, the smile was neither deep nor cold, but Luo Jiujiang panicked when he looked at it for no reason.

Sure enough, Xuanwu quickly said: "I am the one between the heaven and the earth—this is Yin."

In an instant, Han Qianling groaned, and ten thousand years later, the dragon's flesh and scales fell off like rain again.The fishy smell and dark red covered Luo Jiujiang's eyes, mouth and nose, and he stood under the rain of blood, his heart as if tightly clenched, unable to speak out.

I don't know what method Xuanwu used—maybe it was a bastard that could bounce back like a turtle—the attacks from Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling all returned to Han Qianling himself.

At this moment, Xuanwu used the most indomitable knife in the world to cut the most indifferent sword in the world.

And every crack that appeared on the sword will also correspond to the heart of the long knife.

From the beginning to the end, Luo Jiujiang's left hand was as stable as a rock. Even before his right hand was about to be abolished, the knife in his left hand still didn't shake a bit.

Only at this moment, between Han Qianling's heavy breathing and the rain of blood, his wrist trembled slightly.

The magnitude of the trembling was undetectable, but it must not be hidden from Xuanwu.

The flying dragon circling in the sky sprinkled a river of blood from top to bottom, and the scarlet wound drew him together with the earth. Han Qianling breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered comfortingly in the direction of Luo Jiujiang to show I'm fine.

But his actions are not just to show that he is in good condition now: he is ringing above Xuanwu's head, and every move is false or real, obviously trying to draw Xuanwu's attention to himself.

Even though the injury is worse than Luo Jiujiang now, Han Qianling still hopes to protect Luo Jiujiang in this way.

"It's really a deep feeling." Xuanwu said with a little surprise, "From mocking the wind to the prisoner cow, and now to the current dragon, when did the heterogeneous love emerge?"

As he spoke, he raised his palm and rushed towards Han Qianling's direction, apparently planning to kill Han Qianling who was surrounding him in one go.

Luo Jiujiang suddenly turned his head in the direction of Xuanwu.

Xuan Wu smiled and said: "I expected it, I told the truth again, so you want to kill me again."

Luo Jiujiang clenched his teeth and said, "I know."

Xuanwu was obviously surprised: "What?"

Luo Jiujiang's hand holding Chengxue was shaking, and the skin on the back of his hand was raised with cold hairs, but with an extremely sensitive form, he touched the residual yin and yang power in the air.

"No wonder you can separate Yin and Yang so clearly in your offensive..." Luo Jiujiang's eyes were scarlet, "No wonder you want to attack Mr...."

For the first time since his appearance, Xuanwu restrained the smile on his face.

He withdrew his Daoyuan power that was about to rush straight to Hanqianling.

"You have never comprehended yin and yang." Luo Jiujiang paused every word, "You want to kill Mr. because your yin and yang source is synthesized from the universe source - Mr. has prisoner Niu Kun source, and inherited Qinglong's stem. Yuan, you are afraid that he will see through this secret, so you preempt him."

Therefore, after Xuanwu broke through the Thirteenth World, the first person he killed with his own hands was not the traitorous Baihu, nor did he set up his own family long ago, and took away the Zhenshuangliu of Yazi Daoyuan in front of his face.

The first thing he did after settling in the Thirteenth World was to kill Gongyizhu.

Luo Jiujiang sneered and said, "Xuanwu, you coward!"

Finally, there was no trace of a smile on Xuanwu's face.

The self-indulgent temperament on him immediately disappeared, and all the cynical smiles disappeared.There was a hint of coldness in his gaze towards Luo Jiujiang, and he said softly, "Well said."

Anyone can tell that Xuanwu is speaking ironically.

He asked Luo Jiujiang softly in a false encouraging tone: "Do you have anything else to say to scold me?"

Luo Jiujiang said decisively: "The deep hatred is like blood, why bother?"

"Very well, it happens that you have nothing to say, and I have heard enough of your last words."

Xuanwu cast a faint glance at Luo Jiujiang, "I haven't seen such an interesting human being for a long time, I didn't want to be the first to kill you... But between you and Shenlong, there is really a deep affection for each other."

The two of them blamed each other for their own misfortune, dragging their hatred and refusing to let go, for fear that Xuanwu would hurt half of each other's fingers again.

In Xuanwu's eyes, this move was so stupid that it made people laugh.

If Luo Jiujiang hadn't just torn his face with him, Xuanwu would have laughed out loud at this scene.

Since he didn't laugh, it was Luo Jiujiang's turn to laugh.

Luo Jiujiang asked him with a smile: "Do you think too highly of yourself, so you always have the chance to win and underestimate the heroes of the world?"

"Where there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice—do you think my master is the only one who can explode the source of Dao?"