"No..." Beibei was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the black-clothed figure in front of him, speechless.

"What do you mean by 'no'?" Xu Xiaoshou put away his sword and stood there, calmly saying:

"Admitting failure is sometimes harder than failing."

"It is harder to admit that you have been defeated by one sword and defeated by yourself than by admitting defeat."

Beibei looked embarrassed.

Her nervous eyes glanced at Mr. Siren, senior Feng Tingchen, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Mr. Yang, Mr. Gu, and Liu Fuyu...

They all had indifferent expressions.

They didn't make any mockery, but their expressions showed some pain and sympathy.

This is more uncomfortable than taunting!

This sympathy is like food that comes from nowhere, and it makes the majestic swordsman feel endless humiliation!

"I'm not defeated—"

Bei Bei held the emperor's sword in his hand, suddenly pulled away his body, stood high in the sky and looked down at the many ancient sword cultivators below, and shouted in horror: "Xu Xiaoshou, I haven't been defeated yet! No!"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and saw a boiling soul.

Looking at the invisible crown on the head of the Northern Sword Immortal, who was as precious as an empress, he seemed to see another proud and bright flower.

They grew up in the greenhouses of the Holy Emperors Rao and Bei, enjoying the top resources and defeating all the enemies in the world, but they never really faced themselves.

Whether it's the love swordsmanship of sitting in a well and looking at the sky, or the ten thousand swordsmanship under the blessing of the Emperor Sword...

All high in the clouds.

But they are all castles in the air.

Xu Xiaoshou tore off Beibei's fig leaf with one word: "It's just that you have never been defeated, it doesn't mean that you will never be defeated."

"You fart! Xu Xiaoshou, shut up!"

Bei Bei was furious, his eyes sparkling with scarlet, "If I lose, how can I not accept it? It's just a mere magic sword, I can do it!"

She swung the imperial sword horizontally and hung it in front of her neck.

Suddenly he slashed out again, the sword light was brilliant, piercing the sky and disappearing into nothingness.

"Throughout!"

This sword traveled through space and time.

Not only can he use the penetrating path in Sanqian Kendo to ignore all defenses, but he also has a deeper understanding of the true meaning of phantom swordsmanship and has reached the realm of "time and space jump".

"Illusion swordsmanship, the first level, Bei Sword Immortal can also do it!"

Zui's voice sounded in the wind at the right time, and he turned the screen to Master Shou again, "Is this considered a sneak attack? Can Master Shou react?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even move, his body shape only changed in the mirror.

"call……"

The north wind blows the snow, and the red plum blossoms flutter.

The sword light penetrated from his body, and Xu Xiaoshou's figure turned into nothingness.

Feng Zhongzui knows a lot about swords.

He directly left half of the picture to Mei Siren, who had a smile on his lips, and said excitedly:

"The third-rate Hongmei, the one who falls into the world of excellence!"

"This is the sword of Mr. Mi Ren. The Luoying Realm uses the Heart Sword Technique, Wu Sword Technique... The combination of several major sword styles, this is a higher level sword technique than the Northern Sword Immortal!"

Then he pointed the missionary mirror at the battlefield.

Sure enough, as the fallen hero became red, the bodies of Master Shou and Bei Jianxian became illusory, and the two entities were no longer seen on the battlefield.

"Look at me!"

The drunken horse stepped forward in the wind, and his eyes changed.

He grabbed the preaching mirror and injected his sword intent into it, activated its advanced function, and then slashed through it like a sword.

"Without swordsmanship, there is no sword style!"

The virtual and real were suddenly switched, and the image in the preaching mirror was replaced by a vague ideology.

In this picture, the heaven and earth are ethereal, and the aura is colorful.

Everyone else on the scene turned translucent, and even their existence seemed to be erased.

In the battle situation, there is an image of a bright golden dragon and a lonely black building.

On the top of the building, there was a man standing, holding a black sword at an angle, looking at him coldly.

…

"not good!"

The Meisi people rushed out.

He could tell at a glance that Xu Xiaoshou was using the Luo Ying Jie to draw Beibei into an ideological battle, and at the same time he immediately activated his mental sword skills.

His mental sword skills are all critical hits to the ancient sword cultivator!

How could I possibly bear it when I was drunk in the wind?

But as soon as his body was placed in the illusion, in the realm of fallen heroes, Mei Siren saw an excited smell of alcohol, and he could still explain with ease:

"The art of swordsmanship, the gods and Buddhas in front of you!"

"Master Shou took the initiative... No, he was the last to come first, and his sword skills are not related to gods and Buddhas, but have something to do with demonic energy?"

Meisi people were stunned.

This kid...

Even if Xu Xiaoshou didn't target him, the aftermath of his mental swordsmanship could still affect the ancient sword cultivator, not to mention Feng Zhongzui's initiative to intervene in the Luoying Realm.

But he was not affected by the aftermath at all!

His mentality is extremely powerful!

…

"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"

When the missionary mirror transmitted the picture, everyone heard the chilling and chilling sound.

Are you all demons now?

Outsiders couldn't feel it, because Xu Xiaoshou's sword was only aimed at one person.

Beibei, who was the only one targeted, was not emotionally stable to begin with. Looking at him at this glance, his pupils were like earthquakes!

When I see the image of the sword god Gulouying...

Seeing the image on the top of the solitary tower that represented his faith in the "gods and Buddhas", when he turned his head, it was still the same Xu Xiaoshou!

"ah--"

Scarlet and ghost energy invaded Beibei's ideology almost at the same time, and she screamed:

"I'm not defeated!"

"No!"

The dragon's roar suddenly rises and falls in the world of England.

The Emperor's Sword Duzun suddenly burst out with a powerful impact, unexpectedly tearing the first-rate Hongmei third-rate to pieces.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but hesitate.

His sword was rushed away by Beibei's inexplicable explosion?

Did it come from her roar? No, it came from the Emperor Sword Sovereign!

…

"Something's wrong..."

Feng Zhongzui had a good sense of fighting and realized something.

The picture in the preaching mirror changes accordingly, and everything returns from false ideology.

The first thing everyone saw was the Bei Sword Immortal who was tainted with black evil energy among the nobles.

Secondly, there is the slightly stunned Shouye.

"Bei Jianxian, have you gone crazy?"

Feng Zhongzui shouted in surprise, somewhat unbelievable, but he asked and answered himself:

"Yes, she is obsessed with it. You may not know that Xu Xiaoshou's mental image of swordsmanship is the image of the 'Sword God'!"

"Such an image has a great impact on the ancient sword cultivator, and I was a little distracted just now."
To be continued...