The city of Xiaoyuan was already full of wind and snow, and the sword intent pressed against the golden light. No matter how you look at it, it was only a matter of time before Chen Sheng was defeated.

This is terrible.

No one thought that the sword king who had been trapped here for thousands of years had such powerful abilities. Those sword energy full of sharpness were like maggots in the tarsal bones. At some point, they had all surrounded Chen Sheng. If this trend continued, the next was the last time of the battle between Chen Sheng and Jian Jun. The difference between victory and defeat, and life and death was at the end.

But no one expected that a book appeared in Xiaoyuan City at this moment.

Seeing the book appearing in the night sky, Li Fuyao raised his head, his eyes were very complicated. Beside him, the old sword cultivator also looked at the book and said in surprise: "What is this?"

“This is a book.”

Li Fuyao looked at the night sky, calm and terrifying, "This is the Confucian heavenly book of Master Zhou, the Confucian saint."

There are many monks in this world who may be books, but with this power and so much golden light, they can only be that book or that person.

Master Zhou’s significance in this world is very important, so many scholars have used a lot of thick and colorful brushwork to describe that person, but not many people can see that person in the clouds, and those ordinary scholars naturally cannot see it either. Therefore, those descriptions are mostly imagination and not much reality.

But Master Zhou is Master Zhou. Even if the description is not very real, it is Master Zhou. No one dares to underestimate him.

Even if there is, that person has left the world.

The old sword cultivator was not a stupid old man. He listened to this without any silence, but looked disbelief, "Even that saint is here, what kind of person is this sword king?"

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, but just thought in his heart that how could the sword immortal, who was almost comparable to the Xin Jianxian, be an ordinary person?

"I hope this senior Sword Master can survive."

After saying this, Li Fuyao was about to leave with his sword box on his back. If Li Fuyao was still calm when Chen Shengjia came to Xiaoyuan City before, it was because of the sword king. But at this time, Master Zhou came here, obviously to make the two saints join forces. In such a situation, the sword king probably had no chance of winning.

No matter how good this sword master has, I think he can't compare with Chao Qingqiu back then. Since he can't compare, he naturally has no chance of winning.

Li Fuyao did want to see what the final outcome was, but once the Sword Lord was defeated, he was very likely to be killed by the two saints, so Li Fuyao had to leave here.

He glanced at the sky.

He walked out of the city with a sword box on his back.

The sword intents of Jianjun are everywhere on the street. Because these sword intents are not directed at Li Fuyao, although Li Fuyao also feels a little tingling when walking in it, it will definitely not be too difficult to do it.

The sword master was in the clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds had already been cut by the sword energy and ravines after ravines.

His face was a little pale, but he still looked so calm.

"What to run?"

Jianjun said something to Xiaoyuan City.

"I'm afraid you can't beat it."

Li Fuyao couldn't help but reply.

Master Zhou fell in the distance and did not look down at Xiaoyuan City. People like him, who are one of the highest groups of people in both status and realm, will naturally not attack a young monk in the morning and evening realm. No matter how talented that person is, no matter how great the impact it has on the future mountain and river situation, Master Zhou will not take action casually.

The opponent of Canghai is naturally Canghai.

The Confucian heavenly book burst out with golden lights after golden light. The Confucian saint took it out without any nonsense.

There are already two sword immortals in this world, Ye Changting and Liuxiang. One more is something that neither Taoist or Confucianism can accept.

Since it cannot be accepted, this cannot happen.

The sword king held a long distance and looked at the talisman and the book of heaven. He didn't say anything. The battle between the sea could not be solved in words.

Just a moment later, a sword light emerged from the sea of ​​clouds again, flew through somewhere until it fell on the talisman, like a comet, looking very dazzling.

At the same time, some snowflakes are falling in the clouds.

Chill and sword intent are both in it.

Behind Master Zhou, a golden thunder cloud appeared, and there were even golden lightning inside. It looked like golden pythons were passing through the clouds. I didn't know when I was about to rush over and bite people.

The majestic aura had already filled the sea of ​​clouds, and the corners of Jianjun's clothes had long been broken.

The falling cloth strips met some snowflakes in the air and returned to the corner of Jianjun's clothes.

There are only small golden lines in the middle.

It looks like it is inlaid with gold edges.

The sword master's hand was filled with light, and the sword energy swept away instantly. Countless majestic sword energy instantly tore a sea of ​​clouds, and in just a moment it cut off the talisman.

Chen Sheng's ghost painting talisman is both a talisman and a magic weapon, and has never been cut off. Even Chao Qingqiu had never used his sword to cut it off. But today he was cut off by the sword king's sword.

It is true that Sword Lord is one of the few sword immortals in this world, but how could it be so powerful?

Chen Sheng was temporarily lost.

But in the moment when Chen Sheng was lost, the golden giant python behind Master Zhou rushed towards the Sword Lord crazy. Although many giant pythons were strangled by the sword intent halfway, a considerable number of giant pythons still passed the big net woven with sword intent and fell behind the sword king.

The golden light illuminated Jianjun's white clothes.

If someone looked carefully, they would see some blood on Jianjun's white clothes.

This is the wound left during the war.

Those golden pythons crashed into the sword king.

Master Zhou took back the Confucian heavenly book and soon arrived in front of Jianjun.

With the Confucian heavenly book in his hand, Master Zhou looked very indifferent, "Since you don't belong to this era, why should you keep it?"

As he spoke, Master Zhou's hand was about to be printed on Jianjun's chest. There were countless golden lights and countless auras of great Tao in his hand. It was Master Zhou's powerful attack, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy to take.

Jianjun's long hair had been blown away. He raised his head and looked at Master Zhou and said coldly: "The swordsman is dead in front of him. Could it be that there is no such statement now?"

As he spoke, the sword intent between heaven and earth condensed and gathered in front of the sword king. From a distance, it seemed like a giant sword was born from the clouds, and the tip of the giant sword was facing Master Zhou’s back!
Chapter completed!