"It seems that today's young people are very confident," said the old man Baihu.

"I like to face difficulties, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the mountains," Xu Zimo smiled.

"You are not his opponent," said the woman in the white skirt, looking at Xu Zimo.

"How can I know if I don't try?" Xu Zimo said.

"Then it's up to you, if you can't beat me, call me again," the white skirt woman shook her head and laughed.

White lotus blossoms all over her.

The lotus does not stain from the silt, but comes out of dust.

As if here is the artistic conception of lotus.

"Bai Li, step back and guard the pavilion," the woman in the white skirt ordered.

Then the flowers bloomed with eight petals, and the stamens burst into enthusiasm, killing the two half-moon saints with a solemn breath.

"Rumble" explosion sounded around the pavilion.

The three figures stood together.

Turning into the speed of light, it is elusive to the naked eye, and the entire void is annihilated in it.

On the other side of Bai, the old man Bai Hu looked at Xu Zimo and said with a smile: "My kid, I will let you make the move first."

Xu Zimo squinted slightly, and Tyrant Shadow flew out of the scabbard automatically, leaving a mighty afterimage on the horizon.

He was holding a Ba Ying, and the sword intent burst out with a sharp sharp light.

Kill directly towards the old man Baihu.

"The blade has a sharp intent, and has already mastered the way of the sword. The younger generation can understand it like this.

Only those young emperors back then," the old man Baihu admired.

With a flick of his right hand, Ba Ying fell.

It aroused endless wind.

Xu Zimo only felt as if he had cut on a piece of indestructible gold.

At the same time, the force of the counter shock came, and he almost threw the knife in his hand.

"The realm of Nirvana, this is the realm behind Xianzhiji," Xu Zimo asked.

He could be sure with just one shot.

The other party is definitely not a fairy.

Xianzhiji had also fought before, and would not give him such a great pressure and oppression.

Although Xu Zimo has yet to meet an opponent all the way.

But he will soon ascend to the outer sky, he still wants to try, how close is between himself and those real powers.

He understands that he is not invincible.

There is still a lot to go ahead.

"Come again," the old white tiger smiled.

"As far as I know, Yuanyang Continent does not allow any existence stronger than the Great Emperor," Xu Zimo said.

"How did you break the rules?"

"This was originally within the rules," the old man Baihu laughed.

"Although I know you mean to inquire, this is not a secret matter.

Di Road and Xian Road are two different roads.

The Great Emperor is the end of Yuanyang Continent, but entering the immortal is not necessarily.

For Xianlu, here is still very tolerant. "

"In that case, it's not an exaggeration to call you a senior," Xu Zimo said.

"Boy, you seem to be very arrogant," said the old man Baihu.

"I should beat your arrogance, it will help you in the future."

"Since the predecessors have entered the realm of Nirvana, the juniors have risen since the end of the day.

There have been a few styles that I didn't dare to enlighten me, please appreciate it," Xu Zimo said.

Even Xianzhizhi still cannot test his limits.

So, Xu Zimo wanted to try it on this old white tiger.

"Take me as a touchstone?" The old white tiger smiled.

"If you make me interested, I don't mind seeing your next move.

Otherwise, I will slap you to death. "

"I have created nineteen forms of questioning. These nineteen forms are the ultimate sword style.

After I made several changes, please try, seniors," Xu Zimo pulled out Ba Ying.

The knife is condensed.

He slowly waved the Ba Ying and cut it off at the old man Baihu.

A very common trick.

There is no bells and whistles at all.

"The first style starts at the end,

The second type of duckweed. "

The sword intent began to grow wildly, rising to the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The three styles are not endangered,

Four-style countercurrent goes straight up,

Five strong winds are flying. "

The squally wind engulfed the intent of the sword, and was carrying a tornado storm towards the old man white tiger.

The explosion of "rumbling" sounded.

The old man Baihu stretched out his right hand slightly, and the wind that had originally passed through the knife style was suddenly changed.

"Six knives of killing,

Seven styles turn into a dragon. "

The gale condensed the intent of the sword, turning into a golden dragon and hovering.

The dragon yin resounded through the world, and the mighty dragon arrived.

And in this golden dragon, there are wisps of killing intention surging.

"Yes, the shadow of the sword turns into substance, and even realizes the artistic conception," the old white tiger praised.

"This is the epitome of your sword journey."

He waved his right hand again, and the golden dragon wailed, the meaning of killing disappeared in an instant.

"The eight-style dark blue world,

Nine-style world line. "

Two more tricks were used, and the dark blue world surged out, enveloping Xu Zimo and the old man Baihu.

In this field, he seems to be in the slightest, able to observe and perceive the evolution of everything.

Even minor changes are fine.

Another sword gas cut out.

At this moment, it seemed that the world was divided by the sword energy.

The vast sky has changed into a ray of sky.

Heaven and earth start between the lines.

It represents the ultimate strength.

"Domain, the ultimate strength, your sword path is very clear," the old man white tiger nodded.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed all this line of sword intent in his hand, and directly obliterated it in his palm.

With his right foot, he took a step forward slowly.

It seems that the entire dark blue world has been affected.

With him as the center, an independent field appeared, breaking the dark blue world.

"The ten forms of darkness fall,

Eleven-style blood in the sky. "

The night was shrouded, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Even the scorching sun above my head was covered.

This darkness covers not only the eyes, but also the heart.

Even perception cannot spread in this darkness.

Something seemed to be dancing in the dark.

Then there was a touch of blood drifting by.

The blade cut through the silent void, and the blood on it seemed to gather in a river.

That is the river of blood.

This knife came with a river of blood, a mountain of bones, and a murderous intent.

"Second, one move to shield others' perception, one move to enhance one's own perception.

But this blood is too heavy to kill evil. "

The old man Baihu said.

He stretched out his right hand and let it lightly in the void.

Just hearing a "boom", a ghost appeared in the void.

This phantom cannot be seen clearly, UU read www.uukanshu.com but when it opens its eyes.

The darkness of heaven and earth begins in the day and begins at night.

It swallowed it in one bite, and even swallowed all the boundless river of blood.

"The twelve forms of nirvana,

The wrath of the thirteen-style king. "

The next moment, I saw a wave of dying sword intent on the Ba Ying.

This sword intent rose to the sky, shattering a whole void above his head.

From this sword intent, a ghost of a monster was condensed.

The monster was purple and roared with a huge stature.

The monster also held a knife in his hand.

I saw him roaring, the mountains and rivers shattered, the sun and the moon faded, and he slashed towards the old man white tiger.

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