The shocking shouts and roars aroar, and the sound of swords and rains hit the banana leaves!

The white light suddenly passed away!

A gray-clothed swordsman stood alone.

The vengeful Taoist and the black-clothed assassin were bleeding at the same time, but their speed continued, and they flew away from each other, and the blood stained the streets red along the way.

Ye Qingxuan stopped in surprise, landed on the roof that was across the street from the other party, bowed and said respectfully: "Thank you for your help, I don't know..."

With a chorus, the sword was put into the sheath.

The other party turned his head slowly, and a cold voice without any emotion sounded: "Who is the boy? How dare you pretend to be the Three Saint Island Shuai Tianfan?"

The moment the other party turned around, Ye Qingxuan's head buzzed and a muffled sound.

The other party was wearing a gray-white warrior robe and his hair was as silver as snow. When he turned his head, Ye Qingxuan almost thought it was his master Chu Lingxu, but his neatly combed Taoist bun, his cold face as cold as ice, and his thin and tight lips all mean that the other party was a proud and cold swordsman.

Especially when the other party's cold eyes were blocking himself, the Buddha was put on his sword and he pressed his neck with a sword. Ye Qingxuan made a cold war with excitement.

Those eyes were so impressive that even though the other party's face had changed at this time, Ye Qingxuan still recognized it instantly.

"'You Jianxian' Xiao Buqian?"

Xiao Buqian narrowed his eyes and showed his murderous aura inadvertently, "You actually recognize me? It's so good. No matter what you intend, you will die if you pretend to be Shuai Tianfan!"

clang!

With the sword unsheathed, Xiao Buqian seemed to take a step forward casually, but in fact he crossed more than twenty feet and went directly to Ye Qingxuan. He was ashamed to his chest, with a sword in his chest, without any fancyness, but he could not resist it.

This sword immediately penetrated into his chest.

But Xiao Buqian frowned, and the touch on the tip of the sword told him that the sword only stabbed a phantom. Because Ye Qingxuan was too fast, he seemed to have a Buddha stabbed his true body.

"Senior Xiao, stop. I'll kill me if I'm a sister Qiu, I'll kill me, you and Sister Qiu can't explain it!"

Ye Qingxuan retreated continuously, and he avoided Xiao Buqian's three swords like walking around in a leisurely manner.

Xiao Buqian showed a smile on his lips and said sarcastically: "Smooth talk, do you think I can spare your life by talking nonsense? I will never die if I take my thirty swords, and I will answer again!"

Ye Qingxuan's eyebrows and eyes narrowed, and finally focused his energy on the battle. At this moment, everything around him disappeared, because his spiritual feeling was concentrated on Xiao Buqian's sword, not by looking at it, but by encountering it with a god, so everything else did not exist anymore.

Xiao Buqian couldn't help but nodded, and put the world-famous "Yuxian Sword" on his chest. A bright and bright light appeared on the edge of the sword. He smiled indifferently and said, "Take it!"

Xiao Buqian's sword passed through the void, and the sword edge drew a moving line that was beyond the beauty of the world and was in line with the supreme principles of heaven and earth. The moonlight falling from the sky was also attracted by the tip of the sword at this moment, and rushed to the tip of the sword like a flow of water, instantly condensed into a ball like a moonlight, with the magic of seductive souls, extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying.

At this point, the sword technique has indeed reached the pinnacle of the realm of transformation.

As a result, Xiao Buqian, a swordsman who has been a rare swordsman in thousands of years, has finally reappeared in the world.

Ye Qingxuan finally saw the unparalleled magic of immortal swords.

"You Jianxian" meets "Little Jianxian".

He finally knew the difference between his sword skills and the other party.

His "Immortal" relies on the spiritual transformation and cleverness of sword techniques. He can achieve the only possibility, even the change of sword techniques, in all impossible situations, is the "Quality Sword". The essence of Xiao Bugan's "Immortal" lies in the fact that he combines the feeling of his whole heart and soul with the sword. The external feeling is empty, the feeling of the soul is real, and the "heart sword".

If you don’t understand Xiao Bugan’s realm, Ye Qingxuan is not qualified to fight against him.

choke!

The purple light flashed slightly, and the Ziwei soft sword that had been lingering around her waist was finally pulled out by Ye Qingxuan.

Ziwei soft sword was unsheathed, and the sword tip turned, drawing a perfect small circle, and a powerful suction force of internal rotation emerged from the circle.

The sword handed over by Xiao Bugan, the light ball condensed like the moonlight of the sword slowly floated down, and was just wrapped in the suction vortex and broke away.

Ye Qingxuan's body shook and he took a step back.

Xiao Bugan's eyes flashed, and his fighting spirit suddenly rose. He swept the fairy sword in his hand. In a row, three moves looked like the most basic sword moves, but the condensed energy was extremely sharp, and it was even more fierce than the seemingly destructive moves of the master Tianjue, because his sword technique was already simple, and the destructive attack had already condensed into a sword, so the sword moves looked ordinary, but the power was irresistible.

What shocked him even more was that every time he fought with Xiao Bukan, the sword energy emitted by the opponent's sword tightly locked the Ziwei soft sword like hair, and the sword energy weighed more than 10,000 pounds, making it as difficult as every sword he used to make a mountain. If he could not get rid of this sword energy, his sword body would become heavier and he would never be able to stand for long.

As the two sides breathed, they had already fought for more than thirty swords. Xiao Bugan became more and more casual, but Ye Qingxuan saw sweat on his forehead, but the sword edge was as heavy as a mountain.

Xiao Bugan has completely suppressed Ye Qingxuan's second move, but Ye Qingxuan is completely unable to master the changes in the opponent's sword moves.

The number of victories and defeats cannot be lost. Xiao Bugan is not an ordinary master. He was already a peerless master with the strength to win the list of the best, not to mention the dedicated hard work on the Three Saint Islands.

Ye Qingxuan knew that he had no way out and he had to fight for an inch of land, otherwise he would have to drink hatred.

Ye Qingxuan's thoughts were lit up and laughed. The soft sword in his hand suddenly rotated like a top. Then he let go, and the sword body shot away spiraled and rushed straight to Xiao Bugan.

Huh?

Xiao Bugan has been walking in the world for decades. When has he ever seen such a way of throwing away weapons at will? The sword edge of the fairy sword flew in his hand, and immediately knocked Ziwei's soft sword away, and stabbed his opponent's throat with a backhand.

Ye Qingxuan lost the Ziwei soft sword, which seemed extremely dangerous, but without the pressure of the sword energy, it was easier to freely paint.

Seeing a sword sealing the throat, the index finger of the right hand bent and flicked, pointing on the opponent's sword.

Buzz!

The Qi of both sides fought hard with this moment, and immediately ripples were generated in the void and spread out.

Ye Qingxuan went all out, but for a moment it was a result of equal sharing.

Xiao Bugan was surprised. He didn't expect that this boy who pretended to be Shuai Tianfan had such profound skills. Even if Shuai Tianfan came here in person, he would be much worse. He didn't understand why such a master even pretended to be someone else's identity.
Chapter completed!