The sword rain collided with the sword energy, causing thousands of storms to stir up. The aftermath was so strong that both Zhou Qingmu and the man in cloth took a few steps back. Liu Feng in the distance was also shaken by this power and almost became unstable and fell.

Go down.

But the two of them did not stop there. Zhou Qingmu flicked his fingers and fired several sword energy, tearing the air and attacking the man in cloth.

The face of the man in cloth changed slightly, he raised the long knife in his hand again, and said softly: "Wu Nitian Dao, against fate."

After saying that, the sharp knife in the man's hand gathered countless sword energy, and he slashed out with one blow, tearing towards Zhou Qingmu with an unparalleled sword intent.

This sword was just swung, and its intention actually tore apart several sword energy that popped up from Zhou Qingmu.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu's expression became slightly more solemn. But soon, he moved his fingers slightly, and the Immortal Burial Sword instantly fell into his hands. Then, Zhou Qingmu had a thought in his mind, and his whole body suddenly glowed with golden light! Soon, there was a Buddha singing

Sanskrit sounds sounded in the sky.

At this moment, the man in cloth felt his soul agitated, he had a splitting headache, and it was difficult to stabilize his mind!

Suddenly, behind Zhou Qingmu, an old monk's figure emerged in the golden light. The next moment, Zhou Qingmu raised the long sword in his hand and thrust it out. The Immortal Burial Sword was like a flying sword, and it instantly moved towards the oncoming sword energy.

Stab away.

At the same time, in the golden light behind Zhou Qingmu, there was the image of the Buddha, with his hands clasped together in a gesture of compassion. The blade of the sword also slowly turned golden.

The flying sword soon collided with the powerful sword energy, but the two were not in a strong confrontation. Instead, after the golden light-filled Immortal Burial Sword came into contact with the powerful sword energy, the originally murderous sword energy calmed down instantly.

.After a while, the sword energy dispersed like dust.

After dissipating Ling Ran's sword energy, the Immortal Burial Sword did not stop but continued to fly towards the man in cloth. Seeing this, the man in cloth suppressed his uneasiness and wanted to raise his hand to swing the sword.

It's a pity that the man in cloth was unable to swing the knife in his hand in the end, and all the energy on the knife was dissipated! At this time, his face was full of unwillingness and anger!

They had only exchanged two moves! As a swordsman, even if the commoner man was defeated and died, he would not hold any grudges. On the contrary, he only felt that Zhou Qingmu had used some dirty tricks.

Means to destroy his state of mind when using a knife!

How can he be willing to lose like this?

However, this sword did not directly penetrate the man's head as the common man thought. Instead, after reaching the common man's eyebrows, the sword gradually became illusory and smaller, and finally turned into an illusory silver needle from his forehead.

Passed through the head!

The clothed man collapsed on the ground and subconsciously touched his eyebrows, but he did not feel the pain of death. On the contrary, he felt a rare smoothness of mind and a soothing mind. The originally impetuous breath also became stable and calm at this moment.

There is a faint tendency to go to a higher level!

The next moment, the clothed man seemed to sense some opportunity, his body shook, and he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.

Zhou Qingmu glanced at him, raised his hand, and withdrew the Immortal Burial Sword that had been restored to its original position on the ground. At this time, the golden light and the Buddha behind him dispersed.

Afterwards, Zhou Qingmu touched the center of his eyebrows, recalled the sword strike just now, and said softly: "This sword will help you overcome the suffering."

The Buddha sympathized with the suffering of all sentient beings, gave up his golden body, came to the mortal world, and saved the world from suffering.

Zhou Qingmu put the Immortal Burial Sword in his hand back into the scabbard, turned around and saw a ray of fire flying in his direction, and finally slowly transformed into the figure of a young man in black robe, it was Liu Feng.

Liu Feng grabbed Zhou Qingmu's sleeve and said with some worry: "This guy was defeated by you like this? Why don't I feel that something is wrong? He won't stand up and fight you again, or you can strike first.

..."

Zhou Qingmu smiled calmly and said softly: "He should not take action against us now."

"Why? Brother, did you drug him?" Liu Feng blinked and looked up at Zhou Qingmu.

Zhou Qingmu frowned slightly when he heard this, knocked Liu Feng on the head, and said angrily: "What medicine should I give him? What are you thinking about?"

Liu Feng quickly hugged his head and surrendered: "Then what on earth is going on with him?"

Zhou Qingmu no longer looked at him, but moved his gaze towards the man in cloth, and said softly: "He was just shattered by my sword, but it was a blessing in disguise that the distracting thoughts that had been bothering him for a long time were eliminated. Now he is in a perfect mood.

It’s probably about to break through.”

"This guy doesn't look like he has distracting thoughts. Instead, he looks like a piece of wood. He only swings his sword..." Liu Feng smacked his lips.

Zhou Qingmu took off the wine gourd from his waist, slightly raised the black mask on his face, took a sip, and then said calmly: "He has killed too many people in his life, and there are too many causes and effects. But these don't seem to be the things that really trap him.

It's a pity that I can't see through it."

"Isn't that what I deserve..." Liu Feng said without hesitation.

Liu Feng rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, seemed to realize something more important, and suddenly said: "Brother, what does this have to do with him not taking action against us again?"

Zhou Qingmu put the wine gourd back on his waist, patted Liu Feng's head, and said angrily: "How do I know? I'm just guessing. He didn't actually use all his strength in his previous attack, at least not to the point of fatality.

But he is a swordsman, and with his current level of cultivation, as long as he finds an opportunity, his killing power is definitely enough."

"Hey, my big brother seems a little unreliable. Forget it, if you can't beat him then just run away with him..." After hearing this, Liu Feng muttered in a low voice.

Although Zhou Qingmu now says that the incarnation of his soul has been broken, he is a genuine immortal after all, and has long established a vague connection with heaven and earth. Although it does not have much impact on his combat power, speaking to the people around him, even if it is

No matter how quiet the sound is, he can still feel it.

Just when Zhou Qingmu was about to say something else, a powerful aura burst out from the ground below.

"Oh my god!" Liu Feng shouted and hid behind Zhou Qingmu in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Qingmu looked down and saw a faint shadow of a demonic beast appearing behind the man in cloth sitting cross-legged. After hearing the shadow roar, the aura of the man in cloth began to rise gradually in an instant.

"Are we going to break through..." Zhou Qingmu looked at this scene and murmured softly.

At this time, the clothed man suddenly reached out and grabbed the sharp knife stuck on the ground. The blade of the sharp knife began to tremble instantly. Then, an invisible sharp knife intent began to tear in front of the clothed man, along with the space.

They are all shaking slightly.
Chapter completed!