Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

"In addition to their seven-star Killing Formation, the expert of Grade 1 realm cannot escape death."

"Now there is no way to set traps."

"For those crooked melons and cracked dates on the mountain, do you need more means?"

Mr. Song glanced at him deeply, then glanced down at his shoes The nose...

He suddenly realized: "His Royal Highness is reasonable, but the subordinates are too cautious."

Third highness raised his head on his hips: "This king I've said it a long time ago, if you are not too embarrassed, we can be one, we can do all the big things."

"His Royal Highness said yes." Mr. Song admitted that it was nodded, and complexion pale. What’s wrong with you:

"But your lord, you also know..."

"The subordinate is a chess player, and he doesn’t have much battle strength. Why don't you send it first... Come on, let me restore spiritual power for a while, and immediately come to help your Highness clean up the endgame."

"You won't need to come up later." Third highness frowned, without saying much.

Because he knows Mr. Song quite well...As long as he can be obsessed, he will never take the initiative to speak out.

Ever since.

Such a group of murderous aura guys soared into the temple immediately.

And this group of guys is called a non-martial arts, it is an AOE meal, the output is directly full, and the mobs in the temple are emptied in an instant...

To rush towards Xu Xian's position.

However,

The story of the old monk is not finished yet.

Xu Xian also heard the scream, but saw more and more screams outside...

Xu Shusheng was angry,

Don't let people listen to the book?

Is there a sense of ethics?

Disturbing the people at night?

Pull the sword.

Take it back.

唰

A sword light of several ten zhang swept away.

The seven silhouettes that are about to rush into the great hall......

Their figures are slightly stagnant, and their eyes stare round at the same time......

Still a little skeptical about life.

They want to say...

Although we are just a group of dead men, but this time we didn't even have a line, we will be second?

Ah, this,

It’s sloppy...

Next second,

Sword light has broken out, and is pulling in the sky There was a cloud of brilliance to the extreme.

After a few breaths,

the great hall is silent.

And Xu Xian raised his eyebrows and looked towards the old monk with a smile, and said: "It's quiet now, please continue your speech, your story is quite interesting..."

Yuan Kun sucked in a breath of cold air, and his eyes almost stared out just now.

Now I hear these words again...

He smiled instantly, and continued to tell the story, brow beaded with sweat and trembling all over.

The only thing I don’t know is,

Is this story durable enough...

Maybe the length of this story is the length of my future lifespan...

After all,

Although he had predicted the Xu Xian battle strength upper limit, he still couldn't think of it... He could drop seven Grade 3 in a second.

Of course,

Yuankun didn’t expect things......

The third highness who patronizes the dressing force also didn’t expect......

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He just stood outside the great hall door in a daze, rubbing his eyes, trying to find the traces of the seven dead men.

By the way,

Have you all gone peek-a-boo after sword qi?

Dead men, where did you die...

53rd chapter biu

Inside the Qingshan Temple.

The story of the old monk Yuankun is finally over.

From dark to noon.

He dragged on for six hours.

And the third highness who stood at the door was also forced to listen for four hours.

After all, the third highness is somewhat of an IQ...

He knew that the seven dead men weren't going to hide and seek, but Xu Xian took a second.

Although the sword qi is somewhat different from Martial Dao......

But things have already happened.

Third highness can only face all this calmly,

Well, thinking with the brain is not his character,

Especially Sword Immortal did not speak, and Did not say to kill him...

So,

Is he moved?

He must not dare to move.

The only thing that third highness is thinking about right now is how to get out... Get out without dying.

Fortunately, the old monk Yuankun also wanted to get out...

And it cost hundreds of millions of brain cells, and it took four hours to give him.

So in the unremitting thinking of the third highness, he finally made a sad and angrily decision. He wanted to sacrifice Mr. Song and let him carry a scapegoat for himself...

Well, he He even decided to erect a monument for Mr. Song in the future to express his undivided loyalty.

But what he doesn't know is.

Mr. Song runs very decisively...

Since that sword light appeared, he has exploded with speed beyond the ordinary Grade 2 cultivator...

Only It took a flash... and disappeared above the green mountain.

I also decided to stay away from Jiangnan and other places of right and wrong that day.

After all, it doesn't matter what is broken, life is the most important thing.

As long as you live long enough, you will be able to get ahead sooner or later.

……

Xu Xian looked at the old monk Yuankun in front of him, feeling helpless in his heart.

This half-demon has never killed anyone, and has no karma...

But it is precisely because of his instructions that so many half-demons appear in the villages under the mountain... …

As for whether to kill this half-monster?

Xu Xian does not want to make a conclusion on this, he has to leave the matter to Haikong to decide, or to a professional to decide, he is not a judge...

Monk Kong received the message, he glanced at Yuan Kun with a complex expression, his hands clasped together: "Amitabha, you have Buddha nature... You should have been able to walk into the right way too,

Since you have been with that Master for ten years in cultivation, why can't you let go of the bad breath in your heart?"

Yuan Kun has broken the pot at this time, he said with a smile:

"How do you let me let go of the bad breath in my heart, Buddhism talks about cause and effect... But other people's causes let me bear the effect.

Is this the law of heaven, this is the Dharma?"

"Then you...get it off with your hands, I will detain you to the Demon Division." Haikong said, he said nothing.

Xu Xian raised his eyebrows and leaned forward in doubt:

"This half-demon has caused such a bad influence on Buddhism, won't you send it to Jinshan Temple?"

"Ah, you don’t understand. On the surface, Chuyao Si said it was Chuyao, but they weren’t so cruel to monsters...

But my Master is different... …

He himself is jealous and hates those evildoers who do evil most."

"If Yuan Kun is sent to Jinshan Temple by me, then my Master can put him into Purple Gold immediately. Boli, it’s good to refining for three hundred and fifty-six years."

"And according to the Master’s words, if you can survive for three hundred and sixty-five years in his hands, then it won’t be a way for you to survive. No..."

Haikong said this, looking towards Yuankun with pity.

Ever since.

Yuan Kun immediately took off a Purple Gold robes.

He did not know where he took out a set of prison uniforms and put them on directly, and he also took out the shackles and put them around his neck, walked up to the two of them obediently, and said seriously:

"Say You may not believe it...but when you came, I had already planned to surrender."

"I absolutely abide by the policies of lenient frankness and strict resistance, and truthfully confess what I committed. All the faults of, I will certainly not have reservations."

"I personally hope that if the Division of Demon can shut me down for several decades, hundreds of years, that should be the case. As for going to Jinshan Temple or something...

Sorry, I have no relationship with Buddhism."

Finished.

Yuan Kunna’s Old Zhang’s face showed a sincere face, and his original bald head quickly grew hair.

Xu Xian:……

Sea and sky:……

The third highness of eating melon at the door:……

Facing this A moving scene,

Xu Xian can only let Haikong be in charge of controlling Yuankun, and he walks towards the door step by step.

And when the third highness watched him get closer and closer, his limbs called a crazy jitter, scared Xu Shusheng almost to draw his sword, and he wanted to do something about it.

"Sword Immortal."

Bang.