Chapter 1048: The Cold Wind Destroys the Proud Character, and the Plum Fragrance Becomes Stronger——Seven Swordsman Mei Siren Appears!

Three breaths?

Make a life-or-death decision?

Don't I have to think? When Ba Zun'an wanted me in Baiku, he didn't threaten me like this! You are bullying me!

In the disappearing state, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold it back and started to curse and go crazy.

But the next second, he suddenly understood why Jiang Buyi suddenly ended the conversation and asked him to make a choice directly, because...

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The sound of the Tong character was still so orderly, but at a certain moment it emitted a faint light, and a faint guiding force was generated in his mind, instructing Xu Xiaoshou to look in a certain direction.

In Jiang Buyi's holy domain, Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" was disturbed and he couldn't see the outside world clearly.

At this moment, he turned his head and found that there was an extremely clear figure outside the holy domain, in the world of Mohu.

This is an old man, wearing a pale purple swordsman's robe, holding a folding fan, so graceful and extraordinary.

Except for the two stone swords on his back that slightly affected his temperament, he was like a banished immortal, emitting the light of a savior, like an angel descending.

"Mr. Jiren?" Xu Xiaoshou was overjoyed.

He recognized this man, a guest official of the First Floor in the Sky. After failing to recruit a disciple, he left not long after the night battle in the Royal City and went to an unknown place.

He never thought that at the most critical moment, he would hold the Tong character in his hand and appear outside Jiang Buyi's holy land.

Dinghai Shenzhen!

If this is not a savior, what is it?

Mei Jiren... At this moment! You! Are my god!

"No, is Mr. Jiren qualified? Jiang Buyi is a half-saint..." Xu Xiaoshou quickly calmed down and his heart began to beat wildly.

"That's not right, that's not right... So what if he's a half-saint? Mr. Jiren is one of the most veteran Seven Sword Immortals. With his qualifications, he should have become a half-saint long ago. Why wait until now?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of the conversation with Mr. Jiren that night and tried to comfort himself, "He just doesn't want to become a saint now, but that doesn't mean he can't fight against a half-saint!"

After finding a way for himself and knowing that he finally got someone, Xu Xiaoshou was no longer humble.

He controlled the portrait clone with only half of his body left, and directly met Jiang Buyi's sight, saying in a strong voice:

"Jiang Bansheng! I respect you, so I was respectful in my previous words."

"But you should know that even when the Eight Masters invited me to join the Holy Slave that day, they didn't threaten me like this!"

Half of his body floated up out of thin air, and with a flick of his sleeves, his voice became more angry: "I, Xu Xiaoshou, am stubborn and can't bend since I was born!"

"Snap——"

Just as these words fell, Jiang Buyi raised his eyelids, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the portrait clone Xu Xiaoshou broke his waist on the spot, and with a "ah" sound, he turned into spiritual energy and shattered.

"It's a pity that you made a wrong decision..."

Jiang Buyi's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he wanted to attack directly, but suddenly, he turned his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he had realized something.

"This saint said what made you suddenly speak so hard, it turned out to be because...did you see this person outside the realm?"

A click sounded.

A hundred miles away, everything in the world seemed to be slow.

The sound of light footsteps stepped into the holy land, but it reached the ears of Jiang Buyi and Xu Xiaoshou from afar.

"Jiang Bansheng's words are a bit contemptuous..."

Accompanied by this low laugh, Mei Jiren gently waved his paper fan, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and he came to Jiang Buyi in just three steps.

He smiled and faced Jiang Buyi, who was full of murderous intent, and looked at him levelly. Although he had not yet bloomed a single ray of holy power, his momentum was not inferior at all.

Standing still, Mei Jiren folded his fan, tapped his palm lightly, and asked with a smile: "Jiang Bansheng, even I am not qualified to make people feel a little relieved?"

"Mr. Jiren, save me--"

In the disappearing state, Xu Xiaoshou almost cried.

This is too strong. He would like to call Mr. Jiren's entrance the most handsome!

Now unless the Eight Zun'an personally appear, Xu Xiaoshou feels that the strongest person in his mind needs to be replaced.

Mei Jiren, with the posture of a sword immortal, fought against the semi-saint without losing.

This calm and composed posture, compared with the Void Servant who was knocked out by a punch, and compared with Teng Shanhai who was pierced through the chest by a palm... It's completely incomparable, okay? !

They are both in Taixu, but there is a huge difference!

I didn't know the ranking of the seven sword immortals before, but now Xu Xiaoshou understands it.

Among Taixu and sword immortals, Ba Zun'an, Mei Jiren and others are in a class of their own. Only below them can people like Gou Wuyue and Rao Yaoyao be ranked. As for the Void Servant and Teng Shanhai, they have to be ranked at the bottom?

And below these, the real "Taixu strongmen" can be ranked, such as Shuangdai, Hongdang, Xiaoren... and other small fish.

With their own strength, they forcibly opened up a "realm" called their own names among the semi-saints and Taixu - this is called a strong man! This is called the peak!

However, just when Xu Xiaoshou had this thought in his mind and thought he was about to be saved, Jiang Buyi's eyes turned cold and his aura suddenly changed.

"Boom!"

The semi-saint Jiang Buyi just narrowed his eyes and condensed his killing intent. The space within a hundred miles collapsed and everything was renewed.

The sky seemed to fall into a cold abyss, and the scenery changed.

The heavy snow began to fall, and the biting cold wind that blew at that moment seemed to freeze all the spirit refiners below the semi-saint to death.

Even Xu Xiaoshou, who had disappeared, couldn't help but shudder all over, his scalp tingling as if he had been electrocuted, and he felt that he was affected by the different time and space.

"Mei Jiren..."

Jiang Buyi shook his head slightly, in disbelief.

He never thought that when the Jedi attributes of the Miracle Forest were activated, there would still be someone who dared to come here and dare to break into his holy land, and it was such an unexpected person!

At that moment, Jiang Buyi sneered and ridiculed: "Mei Jiren, do you know how your position will change after entering this game?"

Saint slaves, nothing more than that!

Mei Jiren smiled and understood everything in his heart.

In fact, he should have announced his position to the world a long time ago, just after the night battle in the Eastern Heavenly King City that day, when he saved Xu Xiaoshou.

But at that time, Xu Xiaoshou didn't need to take action himself, so Mei Jiren just felt that this opportunity came a little late and it didn't matter.

"Hoo~"

The cold wind pierced into the robe.

When a semi-saint gets angry, the changes in the universe can crush ordinary people.

But Mei Jiren's spine is straight, his body is like a javelin, and he doesn't even tremble.

"I have my own plans, so don't worry about Jiang Bansheng. But this person in front of you..." He looked around and couldn't find Xu Xiaoshou.

If it weren't for the communication talisman in his arms, Mei Jiren would have thought that Xu Xiaoshou had slipped away. He faced the pressure of the semi-saint and chuckled: "I want to take him away, Jiang Bansheng, can you give me some face?"

"Heh!"

Jiang Buyi snorted coldly, and the ground under Mei Jiren collapsed and sank several feet suddenly.

"What do you think?"

The terrifying pressure of the semi-saint appeared with the sinking voice. Jiang Buyi didn't even really make a move, and even Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a disappeared state, couldn't help but retreat in fear.

This momentum is even more terrifying than when he faced Teng Shanhai before!

Xu Xiaoshou stared at Jiang Buyi in front of him in a daze...

The Hundred Miles Holy Land, two poles are clearly divided!

The cold winter brought by Jiang Buyi has affected the entire Holy Land situation, and he remains unmoved, because this is his home court.

But after just one glance, Mei Jiren's position under his feet remains unchanged, and the ground behind him collapses and collapses, making him more than one level lower than the opponent.

This is a crushing at the level of momentum!

But at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou can still see that in the ground crushed by the pressure of the semi-saint, a dead branch stubbornly sticks out from the cracks in the rocks.

A little bit of new green, pouring out in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, turns into a deep red plum blossom, and then blooms.

"This..."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly shrank.

Just from this red plum blossom alone, he felt the strong will contained in it, which is not weaker than that of the semi-saint Jiang Buyi!

"The power of a semi-saint?"

"No! There is no fluctuation of holy power at all. This is just the manifestation of Mr. Jiren's will?"

"But Mr. Jiren has not yet broken through to the semi-saint realm. How can he change the sky and change the situation in the semi-saint's holy domain?"

On one side is Jiang Buyi, who is standing on the flat ground with a cold face.

On the other side is Mei Jiren, who is still standing on the only stone pillar that does not change even when the earth collapses.

Tit for tat!

Competing against each other!

"But one is a semi-saint, and the other is a sword fairy, Taixu!"

"Even Rao Yaoyao can't take Jiang Buyi's move. Mr. Jiren is just one of the Seven Sword Fairies like her..."

Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly at the two sides who were evenly matched, and then glanced at Mei Jiren, who was more arrogant because of the sinking of the earth. He felt that his heart was full of heroic spirit, which was beyond words.

Shouldn't we sword cultivators be like this?

The cold wind destroyed the proud bones, and the plum fragrance was even stronger!

Jiang Buyi saw the true fighting power of the world-renowned "Mr. Jiren", and his eyes were full of praise. He said slowly: "So, you have touched the path of sainthood, and you will be canonized soon?"

Mei Jiren seemed to be reserved in front of the semi-saint, but he was actually alert.

When asked this question, he tapped the paper fan slightly, smiled at the corner of his eyes, and replied: "Semi-sainthood is just a thought, but freedom is what I want all my life."

This seemed to touch Jiang Buyi's sore spot. His eyes were narrowed, his beard and hair were flying, and his posture became more arrogant. He said angrily: "But one day I am not canonized, one day, you can't beat me!"

No more nonsense at all.

After speaking, Jiang Buyi raised his hand angrily, and the holy statue of the semi-saint's will behind him rose up again, reaching as high as the sky.

"This is the holy statue that killed Teng Shanhai's flesh, spirit, and will..." Xu Xiaoshou's child's hole shrank suddenly, as if he saw the tragic scene of Mei Jiren's body and soul being destroyed in this move.

Jiang Buyi's move "Saint-killing Cloud Light" was so powerful that even Rao Yaoyao, who was holding the Xuancang Divine Sword, could not resist it!

As expected, in the towering holy statue, a "half-saint status" embedded in the forehead of the holy statue burst out endless holy power again under Jiang Buyi's call.

At this moment, Jiang Buyi seemed to not care whether the Jedi attribute of the Miracle Forest would be stimulated to become more crazy because of his full-strength attack.

All the power of the semi-saint was gathered!

A beam of holy light fell from the sky!

"Saint-killing Cloud Light!"

Without holding back, Jiang Buyi felt that as long as the semi-saint was not above the semi-saint, he didn't need to show any mercy.

Because as long as he was below the semi-saint, no matter if he was a spirit refiner or a sword cultivator, he would be "blaspheming the saint" if he dared to disobey the will of the semi-saint.

—— Blasphemers will die!

The Saint-killing Cloud Light fell from the sky, so fast and strong that it made people crazy.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even dare to get close, for fear that he would be killed in one second while in the disappeared state.

As he retreated, he almost threw out a portrait clone to remind Mr. Jiren that Teng Shanhai died from this move just now.

Taixu, can't even resist!

The power of the demon god was annihilated!

"Be careful..."

However, Mei Jiren, standing on the trembling ground pillar, only raised his eyes and looked up, then retracted his gaze.

"Xu Xiaoshou, watch out..."

Mei Jiren murmured softly, he knew that Xu Xiaoshou was still here and had not left.

He also knew that he came here not only to save people, but also to accept disciples and teach swordsmanship.

And if a teacher who has not yet been recognized kneels in the first battle in front of his students, then how can he, Mei Jiren, pass on the sword to his students?

Half-saint...

Half-saint, what's wrong with that? !

"Sacred power is not invincible. If a soul refiner is canonized as a saint, he can only master a holy way if he does not enter the holy way through the profound way."

"However, what we sword cultivators have learned includes nine major sword techniques, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand sword ways, which include all kinds of attributes... The changes of the five elements of the Zhoutian are all in my heart."

"Even if you don't enter the holy realm, you can still blaspheme the holy!"

Mei Jiren's previous words were fine, as if he was explaining to Xu Xiaoshou.

But the more he talked, the more mysterious he was, and he actually led to the heavenly way of the Void Island that ordinary people could not reach, turning into a holy sound that echoed the world.

It is obviously a mortal body...

But at this moment, Mr. Jiren, with the posture of a sword immortal, holds the holy sound in his mouth and wants to fight against a half-saint!

After speaking, he raised his right hand in the air, and with a buzzing sound, the frost and coldness of the world froze, the goose feather snow stagnated, and even time and space stopped at this moment.

"???" In the disappearing state, endless question marks burst out on Xu Xiaoshou's face.

He seemed to understand what Mei Jiren meant...

But!

Is this real?

Facing the attack of the semi-saint Jiang Buyi, Mei Jiren didn't want to dodge, hide, defend, or release the force... He actually wanted to fight with a sword?

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had returned to the Eight Palaces, and returned to the scene where Sang Lao suddenly appeared in front of him and said to Yu Lingdi without saying anything, "The secret has three solutions."

He was heartbroken, and he just hoped that Mr. Jiren would not go too far and pay himself in.

There are many words at the right time, but the change of the battle situation is always only a moment.

The cloud light of the slaying saint that can even destroy the power of the demon god, Mei Jiren only took a glance, and it was really stopped in mid-air!

Even Jiang Buyi felt mysterious and unreal, but he could sense the changes in the laws of the Tao around him, which were inexplicably filled with the strong taste of "time" and "space".

"Time and space attributes, the dream of a spirit refiner..." Jiang Buyi's eyes flickered.

——The sword art encompasses everything, and it is true!

Mei Jiren took action.

He pinched his fingertips, and the red plum blossom that had been growing horizontally in the deep pit underground instantly flew into his palm.