Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Heaven and earth change color.

The sea guard—no, it should be called the sea king, is smashing its huge fist towards the weak point of the barrier.

It screamed sharply, its chest opened wide, and it threw out a long tongue like a gust of wind, and pulled it down again!

It is the sea king who was beheaded by Xianjun's sword many years ago!

It's not dead!Instead, he sank to the bottom of the sea, was fed with blood by his compatriots, and slowly recovered his original strength.

The head is not its fatal weakness.

I saw that when another punch fell, the barrier shattered into powder.

Cheng Yunzhi could see clearly that the thundercloud above its head had almost finished brewing. If it survived the catastrophe here, there would be countless Taoist cultivators with insufficient levels on the island...

Immediate death feared.

Just as he was thinking, Bai Ci stood behind him, stepping on the shadow of Cheng Yunzhi who was about to leave.

He smiled and said, "Master Cheng, where are you going?"

Cheng Yunzhi warned him: "If the king of the sea survives the calamity here, I'm afraid you and I will all die under the thunder calamity."

Bai Ci: "Bai was born as a demon cultivator, and has been spurned countless times by Taoist cultivators. If he was about to die, he would have died a hundred and eighty times. But it's so difficult to abandon the body."

But the handsome young man blinked and said softly, "If Zitao finds out that you lied to him, he will be very sad for a while."

Beitz's smile faltered.

But in an instant, so fast that even Cheng Yuzhi didn't even have time to react, he saw the demon cultivator approaching suddenly, his five fingers turned into claws, trying to grab his neck!

The two people present knew very well that if he was really caught, his head would be cut off on the spot with a single force of his fingers.

While his mind was flickering, the secret technique was activated, and Cheng Yunzhi appeared in another place.

Beitz caught a blank.

Cheng Yuzhi knew that he had no chance of winning against monks above Nascent Soul and Demon Cultivator.

Of course, since he was a child, the last thing he knew how to do was to admit defeat on the spot and accept his fate on the spot.

So he took out the long sword from the Qiankun bag, and persuaded him earnestly: "What's the point of killing me directly, why don't we compare swordsmanship."

Beitz: "I don't know how to use a sword."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

This is awkward.

Turning around, Bai Ci laughed again: "You shoot the sword, I punch, how about it?"

Cheng Yunzhi cupped his hands politely: "Thank you very much."

The two stood facing each other.

Amidst the howling wind, Bai Ci suddenly made a move.

His boxing seems to be messy, but in fact it is very organized. It is worthy of being a successful demon cultivator. Except that he doesn't look like he was brought up by the evil sect himself, he can't fault anything else.

When the storm hit, Cheng Yunzhi raised his sword to block it.

Bai Ci originally thought that Cheng Yuzhi couldn't withstand his three punches.

Foundation-building Taoist cultivators, regardless of their spiritual power, are far inferior to demonic cultivators of the same level, even in physical strength.What's more, he and Cheng Yuzhi have fought each other before, so he knows the other party's state.

However, Cheng Yunzhi's eyes were agile, and the sword shadow shone with radiance, and he blocked all his attacks with perfect precision.

It took more than half an hour to go back and forth, without losing the wind.

Bai Ci praised: "It's a very comprehensive swordsmanship. But it's a little less bloody."

After saying this, he saw that Daoxiu stopped, with his long sword hanging down.

The tip of the sword drew long marks on the beach, and the surrounding area was already swept by like a hurricane, and there was no trace of the original pier.

"Bloodiness——" Cheng Yuzhi dragged his voice, "I was trapped in a ghost, and when the whole city attacked me, I'm afraid you haven't tasted the taste of blood."

Beitz only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

Thousands of afterimages merged into one, and Cheng Yunzhi's temples and forehead were flying, revealing a smooth forehead and beautiful eyebrows.

The tip of his sword was also pointed at Bai Ci's forehead, with arrogance and simple swordsmanship, all swords united into one, suppressing the demon cultivator.

The sound of the wind paused for a moment, and then scattered around.

Bai Ci was silent, and said, "You really are not Foundation Establishment."

Cheng Yunzhi looked at him, and suddenly laughed: "I'm bragging, you didn't realize that?"

Bai Ci: "That's right, you and I were not born when the ghosts and monsters were in chaos. Mr. Cheng, I admit defeat. The rough boxing techniques I learned by myself really can't match your sword."

Cheng Yunzhi retracted his sword and persuaded him: "Go and say goodbye to Zitao, and then we will fight to the death? Next time I will show no mercy."

Bai Ci replied with a smile, "Thank you."

With a bang, tiny thunder spots fell from the sky, like light rain.

A monk yelled: "It's going to pass the catastrophe!!!"

It was clearly referring to the behemoth Sea King.

The layer of clouds slowly parted, and the thunder calamity was about to fall!

The sky and the earth suddenly light up!

What is bright is not a thunder point, but a sword light!

It shines through the long night!

Haiwang's shocking third punch was split in half before he landed.

Some even wept with joy and stretched out their hands: "Suzerain! Patriarch!!!"

"Xianjun... yes, Xianjun!!!"

Cheng Yuzhi's eyes were full of white light, his field of vision was covered by a huge sword light, and he couldn't see the trajectory of the person in front of him clearly.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard by Baici's punch on his left shoulder.

A wave of magical power guided into his spiritual veins along the dark energy, causing blood to ooze from the corner of Cheng Yunzhi's mouth, his left shoulder was shattered, and his mind was dizzy for a while!

Bai Ci: "Now, the ritual fight is over."

He smiled contemptuously and calmly, and saluted Cheng Yuzhi.

Cheng Yuzhi held his punch hard, grabbed the long sword with his still-moving right hand, pulled it back, and pierced his heart.

wow-

The rain really fell, and the tip of the sword really pierced in.

Beitz: "You probably forgot, this is my avatar."

After saying that, it turned into a scattered black mist, hidden in the fine rain curtain.

Only Daoxiu was left stumbling, using his long sword to stabilize his body, and even the arm on the intact side was trembling uncontrollably, obviously in extreme pain.

The rain fell from the top of his head to the side of his temples, soothing him with a cold touch, trying to relieve a little pain.

It's raining all over the sky.

Cheng Yunzhi was thinking while holding back his pain while inhaling.

It was one of the most correct decisions in his life to kill that Moxiu sect.

The rain then became heavier, and the densely packed sea guards all over the island were in a commotion, fighting with Taoist cultivators, endlessly.

However, at the moment when the sword light flew from the sky, they all stopped and turned their heads to look at the sea. It didn't matter even if they were beheaded by Dao Xiu who seized the opportunity the next moment.

At the moment when Neptune fell, they stood upright like a human, with their arms around, and hugged themselves tightly, which is probably their unique mourning etiquette.

With the backbone dead, there is no motivation left to resist.

Zhongzhang Island has really become an island - there are puddles without feet everywhere, completely submerged by the sea and rain.

After another moment, the corpses of sea guards were piled up everywhere.

Zitao wiped the rainwater off his face, only to feel his heart beating, and there was no time to calm down.

The desperate sea guards made him feel lucky, and left his juniors and sisters at a high place.

But... my friend fell into a coma and couldn't wake up no matter how I called.

There is no one around who has practiced medicine, and he can't help.

Zitao shook him, called him, it was useless, he almost slapped him with the hilt of his sword... Wait, it's not impossible to do this.

The eldest disciple of Xuantianzong muttered something, pulled out his long sword from his waist, and apologized to Bai Ci who was unconscious.

"Brother Bai, if you want to blame me, just wake up and blame me. It's really dangerous here, you don't know the variables, and you might be attacked by surprise when you sleep... Bah bah bah! No sneak attack! What are you talking about!"

He grabbed Bai Ci's collar, widened his eyes, and shouted, "Brother Bai, I'm really going to do it!"

Just as the palm was about to fall, Bai Ci narrowed his eyes and accurately blocked his slap.

Beitz: "You really surprised me."

Zitao rolled his eyes angrily: "You are the one who surprised me! What a strange problem it is to fall asleep from time to time. When I return to the sect, I must invite the best medical sister to treat you to a hundred times!"

Bai Ci: "Where did you come from so full of energy? I'm going to die."

With his hands on the ground, he barely sat up, covered his mouth with the other hand, and coughed up blood.

Zitao turned pale with shock: "What's wrong with you?!"

Bai Ci said as if nothing had happened: "It's an old wound."

Zitao widened his eyes and called, "Yesterday you were alive and kicking!!!"

Bai Ci shook, stood up, and walked towards the half-destroyed wall not far away.Half drooping black hair was dangling back and forth on his back, and Zitao saw sharply that there was a tear in his back clothes, like a scar that was cut open by someone with a sword.

He asked suspiciously, "What are you doing there?"

Bai Ci: "See if Neptune is dead."

It turned out to be this, so you can rest assured.

Zitao heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "It must be dead. My uncle has come forward, so how could he not die. Speaking of which, Mr. Cheng disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Bai Ci lowered his eyes coldly, chewing on words such as "Cheng Yuzhi" and "Master Uncle", and finally suddenly realized.

He said softly: "So it is."

"Young Master Gu, just... cut off A Xianjun." As he spoke, he laughed out loud, but it seemed to be relaxed.

"This book is for you,"

The black-haired Qi Refining Daoxiu took out a book from his pocket and said slowly, "I lied to you."

Zitao was dumbfounded: "...Huh?"

Bai Ci: "I don't know any Taoism at all, and I don't understand the Dao. Everything I said is written on it, and I just memorized it."

Zitao had no idea what happened.

Perhaps because he had a premonition that something was ominous, he controlled himself and stubbornly refused to pick it up.

"Are you... lying to me?"

"Zitao, it's time to come back."

He heard a familiar young voice, turned his head, and saw Cheng Yuzhi standing behind him.

He looked terribly embarrassed, his black hair was dripping water, his white skirt was soaked and stuck tightly around his neck, even the snow-green robe had absorbed enough rainwater and became thick and heavy.

But he held a sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was bleeding.

In another moment, he returned to his original brisk appearance.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Have you said goodbye to Zi Tao?"

Bai Ci smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you. I've said everything I need to say."

Only Zitao asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "...he..."

Bai Ci took the first step and said, "I am a demon cultivator, and I was discovered by Mr. Cheng. I wanted to kill him, but my skills are not as good as others...

Slightly lost! "

Before he finished speaking, he turned his palm into a claw and collided with Cheng Yuzhi who was holding a sword!

Another shock wave!Arouse countless raindrops and scatter like arrows!

Zi Tao's lips trembled for a moment, he looked at Bai Ci, then at Cheng Yunzhi.

He is not a fool, so naturally he understands everything.

The young Daoxiu couldn't even lift his shuriken steadily. He thought crazily, who am I and what am I doing here?

The red-gold Xiao Lieyang was on the verge of falling, and Cheng Yunzhi also successfully approached the tip of the sword to Bai Ci's heart.

"Goodbye," he announced.

But still a step behind.

Bai Ci threw a ball of stretched cloth at him, covering Cheng Yunzhi's vision, while he himself stood on the top of the incomplete wall and fell straight down.

Cheng Yunzhi took off the outer robe from his face, and after a look, he found that it was Zitao's disciple wearing the outer robe.

"Betz!!!"

Zitao rushed to the railing, and subconsciously reached out to grab it!

I don't know if it was rainy and slippery, or Zitao really grabbed the hem of Bai Ci's flying coat.

Both of them fell from the wall and smashed towards the sea level several feet high.

No sound, no splash.

Cheng Yuzhi was stunned for a moment, and immediately rushed over to look down, but he didn't see the figures of these two people at all!

Instead, he saw a crack in the secret realm slowly closing and disappearing without a trace.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or...the escape route Bai Ci left for himself.

Cheng Yuzhi felt dizzy from the pain, he grabbed the communication jade slip and shouted, "Zitao!"

Yu Jian didn't reply.

A group of stunned juniors and juniors gathered around and shouted: "Senior brother!!!"

...it hurts so much.

Cheng Yuzhi thought bitterly, being injured and losing Zitao, he wanted to apologize to Xuantianzong.

Light streaked across the sky.

He thought in a daze, it should be the remnant of the sword light of Xianjun beheading the remnants.

So... what is Xianjun like?

If I pray to Xianjun, can Zitao come back and let him meet his master and senior brother...

No matter how bad it is, it's okay to heal his wounds, he will go find it himself.

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