Wang Yue didn't look back, and with one move, the black messenger felt like he was being grabbed by an invisible big hand. No matter how he struggled with his skills, he could not break free. Instead, his face turned flushed because of his skills and his mouth was covered with blood.

Although the white envoy also felt a force of restraint, it was not imprisoned. It was he who borrowed Buddhist beads from Xiao Shu. At this moment, the red light shone slightly and a faint aperture was created. Unlike the true energy of Qi and energy, there was another strange force that resisted Wang Yue's spell.

"Well? This is the Buddhist bead." Wang Yue turned around and couldn't help but be surprised. There were almost no one in this world that could compete with him, and it was even more impossible to have just an artifact. But it was just such a string of ancient Buddhist beads. When Xuanfei told him that Bai Zhi had a string of beads that could suppress the Yin spirit, he was a little unbelievable, but now it seems that it was a waste of talent.

When Bai Zhi saw that Wang Yue was distracted, he was not willing to miss such an opportunity. He waved the sword and threw the sword into the air with his injured right hand. With his left hand pushing the sword at the hilt of the sword, the Qiushui sword suddenly turned into a white light and rushed straight to Wang Yue's eyebrows.

The extremely sharp sword aura was just ten feet away from Wang Yue's body and disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. Qiushui sword followed closely behind as if it was pierced on an invisible wall. The sword body was bent suddenly and was about to be bounced away, Bai Qi held the hilt of the sword.

Only then did Wang Yue notice that the string of Buddhist beads was only one foot away from him, but he was still calm and shook the Buddhist beads away with a squirting hand. He raised his right hand to grab the sword. A white light of energy spread out from the sword, stabbing straight into Wang Yue's eyebrows.

"It's really not easy for you to judge the location of your master's life in such a short time, but it's a pity that the limit of cultivation is, not to mention you, even Yu Zihan can't hurt me at all." Wang Yue smiled, and the sword spikes thrust in the middle of his eyebrows, and the sword was still not hurt at all.

Wang Yue grabbed the Qiushui sword and exerted a little force. The blade made a harsh sound, like a person crying, but he didn't know whether it was because he was sad about his own injury or the crying was about to die.

Wang Yue didn't care at all, threw the Qiushui sword aside, stretched out his hand to strangle Bai Jun's neck, and slowly moved him to the cauldron. Under the scorching real fire, the white hair curled up, and the white eyes were still empty. He didn't care about death at all. At this time, he finally realized that the flaw in his mood was not the obsession with revenge, but just the black envoy.

The black envoy, who was originally ignored, struggled to get up. He held the sickle, but for some reason, this time, the sickle was so heavy that his right hand could not stop trembling. Is it fear?

He asked himself over and over again, was he scared when he saw Xuan Fei's death, saw Bai Qi's powerless resistance, and saw Wang Yuefei's human-like behavior?

Yes, he was scared, but the sickle still waved down Wang Yue's head.

He was afraid of death, otherwise he would not have done anything for Wang Yue because of the pill. But he was even more afraid that his only relative would die in front of him for nothing, but he was trembling powerlessly. He could not do this.

But Wang Yue didn't care at all and let the sickle slash down, he could only stir up a faint ripples all over his body. Bai Jun looked at the desperate black messenger and just laughed. Even though his energy became dimmer under the scorching fire, even if he was severely injured, even if he had no hope of revenge, he would still laugh again.

Just when the black envoy was desperate, a poem suddenly uttered outside the view. Although the sound was not loud, it seemed to ring in his ears.

"Autumn maple umbrella, red leaf sword, drank alone in frost and snow, how many bright moons in ancient and modern times. The red leaves are broken, the fragrance is resting, and the smoke and water all night, where can I find my old friend?"

Accompanied by the poem, three magnificent sword auras, and the pressure from the forefront completely crushed the already broken Taoist temple, and the light red sword aura seemed to have substance.

Wang Yue let go of the white envoy when the first sword fell, raised his hand to block it, but was forced back three points. The second sword fell again and hit the True Fire Cauldron. With a "bang", the huge cauldron was pressed into the ground by a sword until it was over. Just when Wang Yue wanted to see the person clearly, the third sword fell, and the sharp sword aura passed by Wang Yue, leaving only a bottomless gully.

A figure floated in the smoke and dust.

"Yu Zihan?" Wang Yue said in a deep voice.

"I just heard from Master Wang that I can't hurt you at all. Although the sword man was old, he was still a little excited." The smoke and dust dissipated, and only an old man with white hair and white beard held a red maple umbrella, which was the umbrella that the white envoy gave to Xiao Shu.

"The realm of heaven and man is still here. Do you don't know what the punishment is?" Wang Yue said with a smile.

"I have been practicing swords all my life, but in the end I fell into a bottleneck because no one can defeat me. Fortunately, Master Wang gave me advice, and then I entered the realm of heaven and man. Unfortunately, I am old and don't want to die in a foreign land, so I will not leave." Yu Zihan didn't care about Wang Yue's words at all.

"You really want to interfere in the matter here?" Wang Yue's face darkened. As soon as he stepped on the ground, the cauldron that had penetrated into the ground broke out from the ground, and the feeling of heat was once again shrouded in.

"I know that Master Wang is not a person in this world, but it is not difficult to break the world and leave according to Master Wang's ability. Why should I do this sin and only increase my karma?" Yu Zihan said inexplicably. Wang Yue himself would not be constrained by this world. He came and went freely, so why should I have to act like this?

"What do you know?" Wang Yue suddenly became excited, but the next second he returned to his calm expression. "You are born in this world and I don't understand. Why should I talk too much to you? Why would you let me see what you can protect them?"

Yu Zihan's expression changed, and at this moment, a wave of inexplicable pressure arose all over Wang Yue. The entire Taoist temple, no, the entire Yunxu Mountain was shaking, the ground cracked one by one, and the originally clear sky was dim and dull.

"I haven't seen each other for a few years, Master Wang's qi cultivation skills are not as good as before." Yu Zihan's sword pinching technique was used. Originally, the red maple on the umbrella turned into reality and fell in the air. Such a poetic scene seemed to be full of murderous intent in Bai Zhi. Each of the maple leaves here was transformed by sword intent, which was extremely sharp and formed a formation in the flying direction. This is the cultivation level of the number one sword art in the world.

Wang Yue sneered, and the murderous intent seemed to be substantial. The wooden ruler in his hand turned into a white silk whisk. The body that was originally standing there dissipated like smoke. The next moment it appeared behind Yu Zihan. The whisk was swung down on his head. Yu Zihan drew his sword and blocked it with his back. The human sword was combined with a flowing cloud, as if eyes were growing behind him.

At this moment, the maple leaves in the sky tear off the veil and turned into a surging sword aura and rushed straight to Wang Yue.

Faced with such a huge sword tide, Wang Yue, who had not taken the defensive for many years, did not find a chance to counterattack at this moment. He could only fly away, wield the whisk in his hand, breaking the sword aura that was close to him. The light red sword aura spread like a sea tide, as weak as water, but in fact it contained Yu Zihan's sword cultivation for a lifetime.

This world has its own limits of cultivation. If the cultivation reaches a certain limit, it will break the void and ascend to the sky. If you force yourself to stay in this world, there will be a punishment from heaven. If Wang Yue can stay in this world, he must suppress his own cultivation and maintain the limit that he can bear in this world. Therefore, he can easily control the black and white envoys, but facing Yu Zihan, who has few cultivation levels, it is difficult to suppress it for a while.

"Can Master Wang satisfy Master Wang?" Yu Zihan saw Wang Yuefei retreat, but he had no intention of chasing him. As the number one swordsman in the world, he was never afraid. He was defeated by Wang Yue at the time, so he could see the gap clearly. He abandoned the sword for decades and cultivated his state of mind. He finally entered the heavenly beings. Now, no one in this world can defeat him.

Wang Yue didn't say much, and his whisk waved in his hand, his heart was as deep as water.

"Since Master Wang insists on doing this, I will be welcome."

The fleeting sword light flashed around Yu Zihan. As soon as he raised his hand, a sword light appeared and disappeared, making his movements as fast as a sword. In an instant, Yu Zihan turned into a vague shadow, and could only see a light red light surrounding Wang Yue. The red leaf sword kept stabbing from top to bottom, as if there were thousands of swords attacking Wang Yue at the same time.

Every time Wang Yue swung the whisk, he accurately blocked the sword shadows flying from all directions. His advantage in realm was far beyond Yu Zihan, which made him calmly block it, but his cultivation level was evenly enough to make every collision. In the blink of an eye, Yu Zihan produced nearly a hundred swords, and no sword really hurt Wang Yue.

"So many years have passed, but I still can't get any advantage from Master Wang." Yu Zihan exclaimed.

But Wang Yue didn't agree. Not to mention that if he didn't suppress his cultivation level now, how could Yu Zihan, who was in the realm of heaven and man, take a move in his hands?

"Buddhist bead." Bai Qi pushed away the black envoy who was supporting him and staggered to sit on the ground. He noticed that Wang Yue had just knocked away the Buddhist beads and had his left hand hidden in his sleeve, but when he was fighting with Yu Zihan, it was still exposed. The vermilion pattern spread in his hand, and the source was the place where Wang Yue was hit when he swung the Buddhist beads.

"Buddhist beads?" The black envoy who was used to life and death was still no better than ordinary people. He quickly calmed down. However, it was not easy to find a string of small Buddhist beads in this messy ruins, but he didn't know where they fell.

On the other side, Wang Yue was still defending. Every time he blocked a sword, a white silk on the whisk in his hand would fall down and shoot towards Yu Zihan. How could the tiny silk be seen clearly under the cover of smoke and dust? Moreover, even the silk in Wang Yue's hand was as sharp as a steel needle and as fast as a thunder. Yu Zihan dodged and blocked all by instinct, and the pressure suddenly increased in a moment.

The blow-wire attack was not allowed to fall, and it surrounded it like the sword-inspired red maple, and it was attacking 360 degrees without dead corners. It was extremely powerful. Yu Zihan felt his hands numb with just one sword in his hand for a moment, and his maple leaf sword tide was unsustainable in front of him. As long as it was stabbed, it would dissipate invisible.

"Master Wang is good at using point to break the surface." The red-leaf sword in Yu Zihan's hand was airtight, almost connected to a sword curtain, but even so, the pervasive silk still left blood holes after blood on his hands, shoulders, and legs, and once pierced, it would not come out, and it grew on it like hair.

"Although your cultivation is not far from me, your realm is much worse. In my opinion, your so-called swordsmanship is just a child dancing hammer." Wang Yue said in a deep voice. As long as he gives him time, there is nothing he can't see through the swordsmanship in this world, and nothing he can't control.
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