The two of them had a stalemate for about a dozen breaths. The envoy knew that he could not hold it up. The breath of this place had leaked. After a while, the powerful people from all over China would come to investigate and must fight quickly. So he took the lead. With his outstanding body skills, he flashed and walked around behind He Zudao, and pushed out his palms, covering all the big holes on the other party's back. The other party responded that he had only one sword, and a very unreasonable sword stabbed straight into the palm of his hand. He didn't even see how this man drew the sword. The tip of the sword had already stopped on the path of his palm moving forward. As long as he leaned forward a little, his palm would be pierced by the other party's sword.

The envoy had to retract his single palm, twisted his side and kicked the opponent's weakness on his waist. The one who greeted him was still the sharp sword. The two of them fought for more than ten rounds, without a single move, but each move was extremely thrilling. Seeing Hou Lie on the side was extremely excited and eager to try. He was a man who was so obsessed with martial arts. The opponent he had encountered since he was born was either magical powers or magic weapons. This was the first time such pure martial arts confronted like this, if it weren't for his body.

The injury on the top was too serious, and he really wanted to go up and get involved. Zhu Hanwen on the other side also had his eyes lit up, but he was thinking about another thing. He Zudao was just a literary spirit who could fight with the divine envoy for more than ten rounds and gradually gained the upper hand. The literary spirit written by the master of literature is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. He Zudao could not even be ranked in the top ten, so he had such divine power. Why was his literary spirit so weak? It seems that there are still many mysteries in the literary environment that need to be carefully understood by himself.

He Zudao and the Divine Envoy fought for several more rounds. The Divine Envoy finally couldn't help it. With both hands, two huge purple palm shadows pressed towards He Zudao, blocking all his dodging routes. This was to compete with him for cultivation. He Zudao smiled slightly. He didn't know when he took out a chess piece from his waist bag. He just bent his finger and shot the chess piece like a bullet onto the palm shadow. However, this time the chess piece containing the sharp sword energy did not work, as if it was hit on a wall and landed on the ground.

Of course, Zhu Hanwen knew that this was the energy of the evil god from the outer realm, except for the god-given treasure, no magical power was effective. He quickly wanted to sacrifice the upper Baoqin Golden Rak, but as soon as the rake was sacrificed, he remembered that the weapons here were just restrained and could not be driven at all. He hurriedly shouted, "Fan Zhen, Senior Sword Qi is invalid for the energy of the God-Educator!"

Fan Zhen immediately understood that he would sacrifice the mutton fat jade bottle and quickly blocked He Zudao, and then he could only save He Zudao from his palm shadow. He Zudao nodded to Fan Zhen gratefully. Fan Zhen clasped his hands together and bowed a moment. He Zudao looked at Fan Zhen's beautiful face when he saw this Buddha ceremony. He was stunned on the spot. Suddenly, thousands of thoughts poured into his mind, his face was crying and laughing, and his whole body was shaking. He was still muttering.

"In order to pass on a sentence to a person I didn't know, I rushed all the way from the Western Regions to Songshan, and defeated all the masters of Shaolin with one sword. You happened to travel through Shaolin with one sword and one donkey, just like a fairy in the sky. You told me the confusion of my chess game, and I led you as a lifelong confidant. You only saw that my piano sound can attract hundreds of birds to pay homage to the phoenix, but I don't know the profound meaning of the song "Jian Jia" and "Kaopan". What Shaolin magical skills, what Jueyuan, what Junbao, the great world, where can there be someone who can catch my eyes? But there is one person who is sincerely jealous, that is your elder brother whom I never forget... Why? Why? Why! You searched for him all your life, and finally became a nun, but refused to come and look at me again!"

Of course, the envoy of the God didn't know why He Zudao suddenly went crazy, and he couldn't listen to his crazy words at all. He just felt that the opportunity was rare, so he stood up and clenched his hands, and killed this tricky guy here first, no matter what he said.

But it was too late. A huge skylight suddenly broke directly above the entire cave, and a figure hit high. Although it was a sword alone, this person's sword had reached the point of being as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds. The attack of one sword was brilliant and rapid, with a sword energy that was even cold in the bone marrow. The sharpness of the sword was so terrifying that it could not resist! A sword light flew in a slanted light, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow in the sky.

"A sword comes from the west, and the immortal flying from the sky..." He Zudao, who was already trapped in the inner demon, saw the sword force and immediately stood there in a daze and murmured on the spot. "He... is here."

"Flying Immortal from the Sky?" Zhu Hanwen suddenly stood up and looked into the air.

The divine envoy felt the invincible momentum of this sword, and could not even raise his desire to resist. He stared at the other person's figure flashing, then floated away, leaving only a lonely back. When he wanted to move, his body scattered and turned into one hundred and eight pieces, covering the floor.
Chapter completed!