Seven Hundred and Eighteen. Sword Demon and Sword Crazy

Bai Yuan looked at Su Po, his pupils contracted slightly.

The gaze in the sunken eye sockets seemed to disappear.

But Senhan's sword energy burst out, penetrating all directions.

Even the Mohai world where Mr. Qingling and Shen Herong fought were affected and turbulent.

It was obviously not Bai Yuan's target, so Demon Lord Bifang who was standing by had to use his magic power to resist.

Bai Yuan, who had seemed aggressive before, seemed to have really drawn his sword out of its sheath at this moment.

The edge of the sword was so cold that it made everyone tremble.

The only person who remained calm was Su Po, who truly faced the edge of the sword.

Su Po looked at each other quietly.

The person in front of him seemed to be no longer a human being, but a pure sword.

"That's why I said, we have different views." Su Po spread his hands.

Bai Yuan spoke again, his voice like the sound of a sword, clear and solemn: "Then it's even more important to ask for advice."

Su Po nodded when he heard this: "That's fine."

His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was once again clenched with five fingers, as if holding an invisible sword.

He raised his arm and pointed forward, the sword in his palm facing Bai Yuan tit for tat.

When Bai Yuan saw this, a smile appeared on his face.

The previously disappeared gaze in his eye sockets lit up again.

Extremely dazzling.

It was as if the blade of the sword reflected light.

At the same time, Bai Yuan's figure has disappeared in the universe.

In the vast dark void, only a sword light flashed.

At this moment, there is no one anymore.

Only the sword.

Su Po held his five fingers empty, and the sword seemed invisible, just raised into the air.

The next moment, his figure also disappeared in the universe.

From the perspective of Demon Lord Bi Fang, there is only a vast sword light shining.

That was Bai Yuan, the "sword madman". The man and sword merged into one, turning into a sword that only belonged to him.

Su Po's figure completely disappeared, as if being drowned by the light of Bai Yuan's sword.

But Demon Lord Bi Fang does not feel optimistic.

Bai Yuan's sword light is always dazzling.

But it seems that no results have been achieved...

On the contrary, in the vast sword light, Su Po's admiration suddenly came clearly:

"Excellent talent, admirable."

Demon Lord Bi Fang doesn't know what Bai Yuan thinks.

But Su Po's calm tone made him, who was on the periphery, feel a chill in his heart.

The opponent's strength is clearly superior to Bai Yuan!

Demon Lord Bi Fang not only hesitated, should he help Bai Yuan, or should he help Mr. Qingling first?

As soon as his thoughts turned to this point, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart, as if danger and disaster were imminent.

Demon Lord Bi Fang was always cautious, and he had already reacted before he could think about it carefully.

The raging flames expanded in all directions.

In the center of the fire, a giant one-legged bird loomed.

But the next moment, an invisible storm suddenly struck, tearing apart the fire.

Demon Lord Bi Fang's caution saved his life.

As soon as the transformed Fang Demon Phase spread its wings and flew high, half of its wings were torn off by a sneak attacker.

Feathers and flames fell everywhere in the dark void of space.

As the firelight flashed, a ferocious troll figure loomed.

Fortunately, he was temporarily blocked by the flames for a moment, and Bifang, who lost half of his wings, finally escaped the huge clutches.

The demonic appearance of Bi Fang disappeared, and Demon Lord Bi Fang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He turned around in shock and saw a tall man with a sneer on his face, shrouded in the light and shadow of the terrifying troll behind him.

That demon possesses many characteristics of a great demon at the same time, which is quite surprising to Demon Lord Bifang.

However, such magical power immediately allowed him to identify the other party's identity:

"Eastern Heaven, Ao Kong?!"

The troll's light and shadow disappeared, Ao Kong's figure stood in the void, and the human figure seemed small, but it seemed to fill all directions.

Grinding the five fingers of his right hand, he grabbed some feathers that turned into flames with his bare hands, crushing the flames and extinguishing them.

"You should sleep well."

Ao Kong sneered: "Ye Qingpeng taught you?"

Demon Lord Bi Fang did not answer, but looked to the other side.

At some point, the brilliant sword light that had just enveloped the vast void had completely disappeared.

Su Po and Bai Yuan faced each other, standing in the void.

The distance and position between the two parties seemed to be the same as before, with no change at all.

However, there was an extra hole in Bai Yuan's body at this moment.

The position is at the neck, and it penetrates the neck from front to back, so that the bones, flesh and blood disappear.

Bai Yuan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He raised his hands to cover his neck, his eyes fixed on Su Po opposite him.

Su Po put his hands behind his back and looked at him calmly.

The look of emotion he had earlier had disappeared now.

Su Po spoke calmly, his tone was like chatting with friends:

"No matter what sect or path, everyone is a Taoist. The so-called Taoist means constantly exploring and seeking knowledge, understanding and mastering oneself and the universe.

Kendo is no exception. I firmly believe that this is one of the paths, so I work hard to practice, understand, explore, and master it. "

Bai Yuan covered his neck and finally spoke with difficulty:

"You said... the sword shouldn't be me, I am the sword..."

Su Po nodded: "A sword is a sword, and a person is a person. If a person controls a sword, I will control you."

Bai Yuan struggled and shook his head: "No...that's not right...I understand swords better than you, so that we can combine swords with each other...You don't understand the way of swords as well as I do, you are not as good as me..."

The voice has not yet died, but the person has died.

Bai Yuan's body became weak and he was floating in the void of the universe, without any pioneering brilliance or brilliance.

Su Po looked calm and didn't say much. Instead, he turned to the direction Ao Kong came from:

"Fourth brother, eleventh brother, you are all here."

Ao Kong smiled and nodded: "The boss personally took action and destroyed Xue Qi, and the Eastern Heaven was temporarily quiet."

In the vast void, purple clouds emerged.

Standing on the purple cloud is a young man dressed in white dressed as a Confucian scholar. He is Li Shulou.

"Seventh brother, you are fine."

Li Shulou first greeted Su Po and then waved aside.

The heavy ink and ink dissipated together.

Mr. Qingling looked at Bai Yuan's body, at the seriously injured Little Saint Bai Ze and Demon Lord Bi Fang, and then at Li Shulou, Su Po, and Ao Kong. He sighed speechlessly and stopped taking action or running away. Stand quietly in the void.

Li Shulou glanced at Mr. Qingling, and then fell on Shen Herong who reappeared.

It was the girl's current appearance that made them a little concerned.

Shen Herong's usually neat robe was now filled with ink words, which were messy and incompatible.

"Your own handwriting?" Li Shulou took a look and made a decision.

Ao Kong ignored Demon Lord Bifang who was either leaving or staying. He turned his head and looked at Shen Herong in surprise:

"Sister Twelve, what are you..."

Shen Herong smiled and held his hands towards Li Shulou and Ao Kong: "Brother Four and Brother Eleven are here. Please forgive me for reminiscing with you later, but now I have to trouble you and Brother Seven for a while."

Li Shulou, who also studied Confucianism, looked at the other person up and down and understood:

"Then I'll congratulate Sister Twelve in advance."

"Thank you, fourth brother." Shen and Rong Shan dusted off their robes and sat down in the void.

Then a large amount of ink appeared out of thin air and condensed into countless ink characters, surrounding her.

The ink characters continued to accumulate and gather, and eventually, they seemed to have condensed into a palace, with Shen Herong living in it.