Xu Xing really looked at it with peace of mind at this moment. After committing suicide, he had no intention of falling out. After all, he was just a master of Dharma.

And with a little calculation, he could imagine the tragedy that followed.

Because there are only Maoshan, Shenxiao, Laoshan and Tianshi Mansion, there are three Jindan Zhenren, and there are twelve of them. This is not the case with Jindan Zhenren in Qingyang Palace. They will never give up easily.

Perhaps it will be the most tragic scene that begins with the Ziji Shui Sword Fighting. After all, the real person of Jindan truly leaves the category of mortals and can live at least five hundred years after practicing with peace of mind.

Sure enough, the fighting sword continued until the afternoon of the fifth day. There were more than 60 deaths and injuries among both sides. Qingyang Palace and the three overseas sects were still very casualties. Maoshan, Shenxiao, Laoshan, and Tianshi Mansion finally showed the foundation of the Jiuzhou Immortal Dao Sect, and no one Jindan real person left.

As for Fuyang Nine Palaces, the people facing Qingyang Palace, although the Wei Taoist, who was on Fulin Sect, died under the magic of Shenxiao's divine thunder, the flying fish Gui water stick was also struck to the ground. Xu Xing vaguely remembered that this person had stopped him in Qingyang County. At that time, he was anxious to find Hong Lingyun's family, so he did not entangle with this person. He did not think about the fact that Taoist was separated from his country, but today he died silently.

"A hundred years of Taoism will turn into flowing water in one go." Xu Xing said silently, as if he was sighing.

Jinse's pair of bright and bright eyes were hidden, and she said softly: "That is why we demand immortality and cultivation of magical powers so that we will not let everything dream."

On the pavilion where Qingyang Palace is located, the national teacher Liu Ji looked like Xuanshui, holding the railing with both hands, and asked without looking back: "Jing Yan, how many disciples in the fifth hall have not yet fought?"

"There are still thirteen Jindan real people," Zuo Jingyan, the true master of the Yuanshen, was a kind-faced old man. He walked up to him and said with a little unbearable face. He whispered: "Master, the casualties are too heavy."

"So what?" Liu Ji raised his eyebrows, staring at Zuo Jingyan with a pair of majestic and cold eyes. This scene was quite strange. The handsome young Taoist looked down at an old man with gray hair, but the two were masters and apprentices.

Zuo Jingyan gradually lowered his head. Under this gaze, silent pressure was shrouded in his forehead and sweat was seen.

"Go," the national teacher Liu Ji turned his head to look at the two platforms, his eyes passed through the clouds and fog curtains, and fell on Gu Shifang on the south bank of the Jishui River. His eyes were aggressive, "I am sure to win the Book of Heaven!"

Finally, Yu Guang swept over the young man in plain clothes in the flying pavilion of Laoshan, "As for that page, I will send it to this young man for the time being."

In Penglai Pavilion, the Dragon Lord of the East Sea was hidden behind a cloud of clouds, and his divine thoughts sent a voice: "Let the six tribes of the East Sea end up and try to win this game."

A middle-aged scholar with a gentle face looked hesitant: "Before Fu Yang and the six tribes of the East China Sea agreed that the six tribes of the six tribes would participate in the battle between the Yuanshen Zhenjun, and the rest would not end. Moreover, there are still many Jindan real people in the Nine Palaces of Fu Yang.

"Just just pass on your life, I have my own opinions." Donghai Longjun looked at the bright Jishui River and said to himself: "Fu Yang has already cut off himself from the various sects of the Immortal Dao of Jiuzhou. He cannot be really disabled. Otherwise, Gu Shifang's beloved daughter had just died, and when he saw his disciples suffer heavy casualties, if he was discouraged, then..."

With the six squad tribes of seahorse, sea anemone, walrus, sea whale, tiger shark, and moray eel, they sent demon generals who condensed demon pills to end. The magic platform suddenly became a demonic energy and the smell of the sea was raging.

These six major sea tribes are all divided into another identity of the Lord of Penglai Pavilion, under the rule of the Dragon Lord of the East Sea. These people are good at fighting and are accustomed to killing.

"Qingyang Palace is going to lose this game." Jinse frowned with beautiful eyebrows and said.

Sure enough, on the seventh night of the sword fighting, with Qingyang Palace coming to the fifth hall of Jishui, all the Jindan real people who could fight died, and the sword fighting entered the third game.

It was so tragic that the jade towers of the major immortal sects were almost silent, and no one was in the mood to talk and laugh.

"I have been looking forward to the battle between the True Lord of the Yuanshen for a long time." Xu Xing did not rest for seven days and seven nights, but his eyes were bright and sharp at this moment.

"I don't know how many true lords of the soul will fall in this battle." Xue Jinse said with emotion: "It's a pity that the arrow is on the string, so I have to fire it."

The Jishui Sword Fighting Sword is neither a point system nor a turn system. It is a fancy thing, but a person from the immortal path between the two sides, who have separated from the dispute between the mortals of the two countries and have a life-and-death battle.

No game that plays house cannot resolve the fact that the conflict between the two sides is no longer reconciled.

The only lottery may be the Book of Heaven, and the national teacher Liu Ji and Gu Shifang need to decide the winner personally, and the loser hand over the Book of Heaven in his hand.

Of course, if Fu Yang is defeated, he will suffer heavy casualties, and his vital energy will be severely damaged. If Qingyang Palace is defeated, his reputation will be damaged. Even if Zhou Ting takes back the lost land, the hearts of the world will be fluctuated in one or two years. Even if Liu Ji wants to fight the sword again, which immortal sect will respond at that time?

Shenxiao?

Lin Huanchu has wanted to take Qingyang and replace him for a long time.

Xu Xing didn't know these joints, but Xue Jinse was as insightful as seeing the fire.

As the three ritual platforms merged into one, the Qingwei Taoist suddenly stood up, bowed to Li Boyan, and walked towards the ritual platform with a indifferent expression.

"Master Qingwei?" Xu Xing's face changed slightly. He really didn't expect that Laoshan would send Taoist Qingwei to the audience. His mood suddenly faded a lot and asked, "First? Master Daoist won't wait anymore?"

"Fellow Daoist Xu, don't worry." Taoist Qingwei smiled and said, "Go early and come back soon."

As he said that, he strides away.

Seeing his calm expression, Xu Xing put down his worries for the time being, thinking, "Li Boyan has just taken office as the head of Laoshan and is the leader of the Qingyang Palace Alliance. Taoist Master Qingwei has to come out."

Sure enough, when I looked up at Li Boyan's face, I saw Li Boyan, who had always been gentle and light, staring at the dome jade mirror with a serious expression.

Xu Xing also quickly threw his spiritual sense into the jade mirror. On the magic platform, the Qingwei Taoist met a short and fat Taoist in a red robe from Fulin Sect.

It's also interesting. In the previous general methods and the second level of Jindan fighting, it was not a coincidence, but the two sides had a tacit understanding. Most of the Qingyang Palace faced Fuyang Sword Sect.

As for the other immortal sects, they are relatively random. These Taoists did not use Tian Ji's horse racing routine, because one is not a turn-based system, and the so-called Taoism and Dharma are incompatible. This is actually a shallow theory. Since ancient times, water and fire have overcome each other, and those with strong power have won.

The two bowed each other and did not talk much nonsense.

The red-skinned gourd on the waist of the short and fat Taoist of Fulin Sect let out a "pop" sound, the red light shone brightly, the magma turned into a river, and the black smoke was surging, and it was divided into several strands in the air, standing up to the Qingwei Taoist of the body and burning it back and forth.

The Taoist Qingwei shouted lightly, his body flashed a few times, and he avoided it like a flower and a butterfly. The whisk in his palm swept three times, and the river of magma suddenly rolled back, and the whisk wrapped in magic power rushed towards him with a sharp murderous intent.

The short and fat Taoist of Fulin Sect changed slightly, and his thoughts moved. The red-skinned gourd rose in the wind, but he planned to absorb the whisk and the real fire magma together.
Chapter completed!