Chapter 21 One move, one sword

When the man named Ximen Yibei walked slowly from the bottom of the ice peak to the void step by step, the evil masters around him felt like they saw the plague gods, and they dispersed one by one, coming in a large open space in the air.

"Xuanming Book? Is the rumored martial arts created by the Holy Lord of the Underworld. Various versions of the Xuanming Book cannot be transferred to dozens of Xuanming Books?" Ximen Yibei thought casually, with long white hair hanging down from the top of his head, covering his face.

"What? Do you want it too?" the Yin-Yang Sanren sarcastically said: "It turns out that everyone is a good guy all the way, and no one is worse than anyone else."

"Just you dare to compete with me!" Ximen Yibei glanced at Yinyang Sanren with a faint glance.

Yin and Yang scattered, but immediately raised their courage and said, "Ximen Yibei, don't bully people too much, even if you are the only one who challenges the Lord of Destruction and will not die."

Feng Yun Wuji observed secretly and found that since the strange white-haired swordsman named Ximen Yibei appeared, the whole scene was suppressed by him. These arrogant evil masters seemed to be very afraid of him.

Ximen Yibei glanced at Feng Yun Wuji, and Feng Yun Wuji immediately felt the strong sword intent hidden deep by him. The sword intent that was indistinguishable from the essence would only be revealed in his eyes.

There were many ancient masters, but the storm of the wind and clouds were gone, and everyone's breath was undoubtedly revealed, and there were some, with a huge aura. Its power was extremely difficult even if it was approached. However, there were very few people like this person who converged the sword intent in their bodies into their bodies without any leakage, except for their eyes.

Feng Yun Wuji suddenly became curious. After looking carefully, he suddenly found that this swordsman named Ximen Yibei seemed to have some pattern in every move. Every time he swung his arms, the power was basically completed by the help of inertia. Every time he took a step, it seemed to be with the help of the wind. Although this man walked in the void like everyone else, his power consumption was far less than that of everyone. Seriously, this man seemed to have a very strange habit, that is, no matter what he did, he had to do it in the most physical and true qi way.

"The Xuanming Book in his hand is yours?" Ximen Yibei turned around and said to Fengyun Wuji.

"It really fell out of my arms."

Ximen Yibei turned to Yuemo and did not speak, but just looked at him quietly, but the meaning he wanted to express was clearly understood.

The Moon Demon stood there in a daze, touching Xuanming Ce in his arms for a while, and then looking at Ximen Yibei's long sword hanging around his waist, with a look of struggle on his face.

After a while, the Moon Demon finally reached into his arms, and fear finally defeated greed.

"Slowly! I discovered this Xuanming Book first. You will leave as soon as you come, so it's not so easy." Zanpo's hand suddenly made a sound to stop it.

Ximen Yibei suddenly turned around, a cold light rose from his waist, and a shocking rainbow suddenly rose, and all evil spirits all had colorless faces. The cold light in the sky made the heaven and earth change their colors.

The sword light that changed the color of the heaven and earth came and went quickly, and in an instant, all of them were restrained. Ximen danced in the white robe in the north, and a three-foot long sword pointed at the throat of Zanpo Hand, and the two fingers that could hold gold and jade still maintained a posture of spreading upwards.

Fast, too fast! No one present saw how Ximen Yibei made the sword. The sword light suddenly rose and pointed directly at the throat. The two proud fingers of Zanpo Hand couldn't even react.

There are many people present, who have higher skills than Fengyun Wuji, but few of them have better cultivation in the swordsmanship than Fengyun Wuji. With Fengyun Wuji's swordsmanship cultivation, it is naturally obvious that this strange man named Ximen Yibei has reached the limit that everyone can reach. After taking action, it has no meaning to a person like him, and any preemptive opportunity is simply ineffective for this person.

A sword comes from the west, and an immortal flies from the sky.

"I only know one move, only one sword. As long as anyone can catch my sword, a Xuanming Book will belong to you." Ximen Yibei said calmly, and then slowly retracted the sword.

"Take it seriously?" Yin Yang Sanren glanced at Zanpo's hand and said in surprise.

"really!"

"Okay!..." However, before Yin and Yang Sanren finished speaking, he heard a sound of gurgling sound coming from beside him. He looked in the sound and saw Zanpo covering his throat with one hand and pointing at Ximen Yibei with the other hand, his eyes widened, and the gurgling sound came from his throat.

"What do you think, Zanpu Hand?" Yin Yang Sanren glanced at Zanpu Hand and was cold.

"You...you..." Zanpu's face was full of fear. In the horror of everyone, a large amount of blood flowed out of the palm of Zanpu's hand that covered his throat. A head on his neck suddenly turned to the side and slid out from his shoulders. A stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his smooth broken neck. Then, his straight body fell from mid-air.

Ximen Yibei, although the sword had not stabbed his neck, the sword energy had cut off his throat. Everyone present had already shown mercy to Ximen Yibei's sword, but they didn't know that the Zanpo hand was dead a moment ago.

A light breeze blew through the air, stirring up a few snowflakes, and a chill enveloped the entire Youming Peak. Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but shivered in their hearts.

The pride on the face of Yang Yin San is gone, leaving only endless fear.

"I don't want that Xuanming Book." Yin and Yang Sanren Cang Huang said, his face as white as paper foil.

Yin and Yang Sanren and the seven people behind him all retreated, but Ximen Yibei didn't even look at them.

"careful!"

Ximen Yibei was facing his back to Yin and Yang Sanren and others at this time. From Feng Yun Wuji's perspective, he happened to see Yin and Yang Sanren suddenly turned around and showed a hideous smile. At the same time, he turned around and popped up a flashing black light.

Seeing that the black light had shot to a point less than one foot from Ximen Yibei in an instant, but Ximen Yibei was still moving, Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but get anxious. However, a strange thing happened. The black light as small finger was suddenly staggered around three inches from Li Ximen Yibei, divided into two halves, and then spread from up to down, and divided into two halves. Half, half, and half...

The black light actually split into hundreds or thousands of black dots, squirting everywhere.

Boom boom boom!!!

The little black light shot into the ice peaks, and the place where it touched was completely shattered.

At this moment, Ximen Yibei suddenly turned around and shot out the sword energy from the hilt of the sword held in his right hand. The sword energy suddenly appeared and converged, but hundreds of meters away, Yin and Yang Sanren and others suddenly stopped, and then their bodies were divided into half like the black light, sprinkled a tent of blood and fell from the air...

"Give it to you!" Yuemo threw out the Xuanming Book, which was so hot that it was moxibustion hand, as if he had thrown away a hot potato. Then he did not look back, and several ups and downs disappeared into the vast mountain peaks.

Ximen Yibei raised his hand and the Xuanming Book was shot into his hands.

"What are you still here for?"

Hearing Ximen Yibei's voice, the evil people rushed to flee, and in a moment they ran away cleanly, as if they had never appeared. Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but sigh that the power of Ximen Yibei was as strong as a servant.
Chapter completed!