He has a sense of separation that has been unilaterally abandoned by someone - it seems that it can be undone, but it seems that if it is delayed any longer, it will really be irreparable?

Mr. Zhong grabbed his afro twice, made up his mind, and looked at Fang Wenxin: "Actually, I can really go..."

"Shut up!" Fang Wenxin interrupted without hesitation, "You can't!"

So what else is there to talk about?

Xu Xiaoshou waved back, gesturing for Feng Zhongzui to get closer to the Taoist Mirror, "Fellow Half-Saints, next is the battle of the Seven Sword Immortals. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should stay back!"

Fang Wenxin was unwilling to retreat, but as soon as he took a step forward...

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned cold, "Beibei has been defeated. There was a sentence in the pre-war bet that half-saints were not allowed to interfere in the next battlefield. Mr. Fang forgot?"

well……

It was a mistake, it was a mistake!

Fang Wen closed his eyes and retreated with a heavy heart.

Xu Xiaoshou moved his gaze coldly towards the afro.

Zhong Yuanzi felt another pain in his heart, stretched out his hand to grasp, but stopped talking - but he couldn't grab anything, couldn't say anything, and could only retreat in a sigh.

No!

At a certain moment, Mr. Zhong remembered something and tightened his palms.

There was a ray of light in his eyes, because it seemed that he could only choose passively, and it seemed that he was destined to be on the first floor of the sky.

But before moving to the city, Xu Xiaoshou had secretly stuffed a Jade Talisman from the Apricot Realm to himself...

The initiative is actually always in the palm of your hand!

"still have a chance!"

…

"I'm coming!"

"We Ancient Sword Cultivators don't care about Jade Capital City or anything like that. It's just a bet."

"Next, is the second battle of the Sword Immortal Battle. Let us forget all the weirdness that just happened and return to the hearty battle itself!"

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and turned it back and forth on Master Shou and Liu Fuyu, giving full account of their predictions before the battle and their respective strengths, and introduced the sword.

This battle was delayed for a while, and there were many interludes...

It's surprising that when everything was fine before, the master of Xuanji Palace showed off his power many times.

Now that Chengdu has been moved away, she remains silent.

Feng Zhongzui was a little scared. He always felt that something might happen, something unexpected happened, and he would suddenly die.

But the person at the top was unwilling to show up, and no one could change the situation, so the battle of the Seven Swordsmen continued.

Come all come...

Feng Zhongzui glanced at the old master behind him, feeling slightly safe.

Everyone in the five regions also calmed down a little, and returned to Feng Zhongzui's passionate pre-war introduction from the incident in Yujing City.

Until the sound of introduction became weaker and weaker, the aura in the battlefield became more and more solid, and everyone became extremely focused.

"Awaited."

Xu Xiaoshou, who was facing the preaching mirror, once again looked at this graceful woman from top to bottom, but he only liked the woman in the simple blue sword robe.

After a brief pause, he said: "Actually, I'm very curious. You have been chasing me to fight, and you are even willing to be used by the Holy Temple. What is your purpose?"

Liu Fuyu held the pure white sword and said slowly:

"I want you."

In one sentence, the battlefield atmosphere suddenly became extremely weird.

With tears in his eyes, his head turned sideways.

A blind man! His eyes are covered with black cloth!

At this moment, everyone in the five regions could clearly see through the mirror that the wind was drunk and causing trouble, the eyes of the pair of tears were burning with blazing flames like gossip, and they were "staring" at his sister.

There was no ripple in the tears.

There seemed to be a screaming voice in her body, but it was suppressed only for a moment.

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1..."

Xu Xiaoshou was very disgusted with narcissistic people like Beibei. At this moment, he couldn't help but point his finger at himself and said in surprise: "You like me?"

Liu Fuyu looked as usual: "Follow me back to the sword tower."

The spectators from the five regions rolled their eyes countless times, and Xu Xiaoshou staggered.

Who taught you to break up sentences like this?

On the contrary, the thoughts of Gu Jianxiu all started to change.

The Sword Tower is too ethereal and cannot be found. It is more mysterious than the Void Island.

There are only rumors that there is some kind of sword god inheritance in it, but I don’t know whether it is true or not.

Others say that the sword tower suppresses demons, but they don't know whether it is true or not.

Now that Liu Fuyu, the sword guard of the sword tower, has appeared, his only thought is to take Xu Xiaoshou back...

What do they want to do?

"Go back to Jianlou? What are you doing back to Jianlou?" Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes and thought about it.

Liu Fuyu stopped talking and lightly raised his sword, indicating not to talk nonsense. He would know after the fight.

"No no no..."

Xu Xiaoshou changed his words, pointing to the empty basin at his feet and said: "Beibei is betting on a city when you fight with me. If you fight with me, what will you bet on?"

Liu Fuyu shook his head: "I won't bet."

Wow, you are such a good student!

But is this a question of gambling or not? This is a question of fairness!

Xu Xiaoshou was very happy, "You mean, if I lose, I will go back to the sword tower with you, but if I win, I will get nothing?"

Liu Fuyu opened her red lips, as if she had just realized the unfairness, and immediately closed her mouth.

"Ah?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment.

so what?

So you stopped talking?

This is really the best way to solve the problem!

The scene suddenly fell into a stalemate...

Talking about the stubborn donkey, Xu Xiaoshou is actually the biggest stubborn donkey. If you don’t speak, then I won’t speak either. Let’s see who gets embarrassed.

So after more than ten breaths, Liu Fuyu felt what is called "discomfort" for the first time in his life.

Xu Xiaoshou stared straight at himself.

The ancient sword cultivators and semi-saints around him were also staring at him.

The people in the five realms in front of the preaching mirror were probably staring at him.

She finally realized that this was not a problem that could be dealt with by keeping silent. Her face with a mature charm turned slightly red, and she said with some difficulty:

"I don't have... um, a bet."

Xu Xiaoshou glanced down and caught a glimpse of the sword in her hand, "You have it!"

Seven of the twelve swords in the sword tower, protect.

Feng Zhongzui had just introduced him, and Xu Xiaoshou remembered it very closely.

I don't know since when, he also awakened the hobby of "stamp collecting" and wanted to collect all the famous swords - but he could only "think", unless it was convenient, he was too lazy to do it.

Liu Fuyu's face returned to a cold expression, she shook her head decisively and refused: "This won't work."

"This won't work, and that won't work either. You want this, you want that too, Miss Liu, you are just like Mr. Zhong, greedy." Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the explosive head not far away.

Zhong Yuanzi lowered his head in shame.

Liu Fuyu turned his head and thought for a moment, then said: "If you win, the Jianlou will let you watch it for a day and move around freely, which will be of great benefit."

As soon as these words came out, all the major ancient sword cultivators started thinking again.

Liu Fuyu must have a way to return to the Jianlou, and he can bring people with him, and he also knows most or even all the secrets of the Jianlou!

Otherwise, she would not have said this - from the beginning, she was standing in the perspective of the master of the sword tower.

yes……

They always say "the sword guard in the sword tower".
To be continued...