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"The name of the sword is Shuangji. (Update quickly Piao Astronomy Network)"
Bai Xiao said softly, drifting away with the wind.
In his hand, he held a long knife, more than three feet long and nearly four feet long, two fingers wide and slightly curved. The tip of the knife was as sharp as a grass seedling. One side of the blade was light blue, with frosty white air on the other side. It is light red, with light red mist transpiring.
The two air currents, one hot and one cold, are intertwined with each other on the bipolar knife.
What is surprising is that the two opposite and extreme energies that should have been in conflict with each other have no tendency to conflict at all. Instead, they form a perfect cycle, flowing from one side to the other, and the transition is as smooth as milk and water.
The aura emanating from the bipolar sword is the aura of a top-grade spiritual treasure.
Top-grade spiritual treasure!
For a moment, the monks surrounding Bai Xiao felt hot in their eyes, and they could not suppress the strong desire for possession in their hearts. Their eyes fell on the Bipolar Knife, and they wished they could take it as their own right away.
The two middle-grade spiritual treasures from Luotian Palace are nothing compared to the sword in front of you.
Among the monks present, the one with the weakest cultivation level is also in the late stage of Dongxu. (Piaotian Literature Network Mobile Site) Some of them are still at the level of Dongxu Dzogchen, and their vision is quite good.
At the very least, they can all see that this sword called Shuangji is not an ordinary high-grade telepathic treasure, but it is probably the best among high-grade swords.
With such a peerless treasure, with a knife in hand, your strength will increase exponentially.
Bai Xiao had just left the Immortal Mansion and was immediately discovered by these monks. This was obviously beyond his expectation. He did not expect that there would be so many monks looking for him.
"Bai Xiao, right? Hand over the knife in your hand, hand over the treasure you grabbed from the Qibao Pavilion. We can let you live." Among these dozen monks, one of them seemed to be in a state of perfection. The monk looked at Bai Xiao and said with a bit of pride.
In his opinion. No matter how powerful Bai Xiao is, he can only be compared with an ordinary Dongxu Dzogchen monk. This is already very impressive for a monk who has only cultivated in the later stages of Dongxu.
"If you want a treasure, come and get it yourself." Bai Xiao glanced at him and said lightly.
"Huh, don't toast and eat as a penalty. You don't know what is good and what is good." The monk's face darkened and he snorted coldly, his voice became gloomy, and he said.
"Brother, don't talk nonsense with him. Just kill him. Otherwise, you will be in trouble when more monks arrive." A monk next to him reminded him.
"Give you another chance, obediently hand over all the treasures you have, and you can save one life
"This sword has just been made and has not been stained with blood. Although you are a little weaker and not qualified enough, it is just enough. ()" Bai Xiao interrupted the man's counting, smiled slightly, and said: " Let me use you to sacrifice the sword."
"Arrogant!"
A late-stage Dongxu cultivator behind him couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted angrily, opened his mouth, and a green sword light shot out, piercing the sky and flying towards Bai Xiao.
Around the green sword light, circles of white burning ripples spread out, and the sharp aura stirred up the sky.
Bai Xiao's back seemed to have eyes, but he did not turn around, but casually slashed back with a knife.
The blade cut through the air like a thunderbolt, accurately slashing against the green sword light.
The monk was suddenly shaken and his face turned pale. He couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. Under this knife, he felt that the brand of his soul left in the flying sword was hurt, as if he was suddenly thrown into the ice and snow and attacked by the polar storm, and the next moment was thrown into the underground magma and burned by the high temperature.
The entanglement of ice and fire did not cancel each other out, but instead imprinted his soul with great pain. This pain actually spread to his body and soul, making his body tremble unconsciously. .
Bai Xiao was secretly surprised by the power of the bipolar sword. He did not expect that the intertwined power of ice and fire could actually penetrate into the opponent's magic weapon and harm the imprint of the soul inside. thus affecting the ontology.
You can imagine that a monk whose cultivation level is similar to Bai Xiao or even better than him is fighting Bai Xiao. Suddenly the imprint of the soul in the magic weapon is damaged and affects the body. The combat effectiveness will also be affected. It may not be Bai Xiao at that time. opponent.
The value of this bipolar sword exceeded Bai Xiao's original expectations.
Although in my heartHe was surprised, but Bai Xiao didn't stop and slashed out with his backhand sword.
"Be careful."
The monk next to him immediately shouted loudly, but the speed of this sword energy was so fast that by the time the voice fell, the trembling monk had already been struck by the sword energy.
A red line appeared from the monk's forehead and spread downwards. Then, the body cracked from top to bottom like fingers being separated. Where the crack appeared, half was burnt black and half was frozen.
"kill."
The other monks reacted one after another, took a breath of cold air, and swung it away, becoming even more excited, because they had already seen the power of this knife. The remaining sixteen monks all took action and attacked Bai Xiao from all directions.
??The sword rays shot out and shook the void. One by one, their magical powers shattered everything, and they were full of energy.
With a roar, Bai Xiao continuously waved the bipolar sword and struck out sixteen swords. The images of the sixteen swords were like blooming lotus flowers, appearing around Bai Xiao as the center.
It seemed that sixteen swords appeared at the same time, slashing at the incoming sword light and magical power.
Li Guangdun¡¯s magical power was broken, and the faces of the sixteen monks showed pain, as if they were suffering.
"Sacrifice the sword with your blood."
The voice was like a breeze passing through the ears, but it carried a suffocating murderous intent.
Bai Xiao's figure was like the wind, blowing by, and suddenly appeared next to the first monk. There was only a flash of sword light, like a meteor crossing the sky. There was a slight sneer, and the blade was stained with blood.
Feng Liu Dao, sixteen monks.
No monk escaped, and no monk was struck with a second blow.
Each monk was killed with one sword stroke, and died under the double-pole sword. Bai Xiao waved his hand and rolled the corpses of the sixteen monks into the immortal mansion. The treasures were left behind, and the corpses were fed to wild beasts.
??Flick the blade, and the clear sound goes away melodiously, like a sad song in the sky, echoing between heaven and earth.
"A good knife, a good knife."
Holding the sword, standing in the sky, Bai Xiao looked into the distance. In all directions, the figures of many Taoist monks were mixed in the sword light, stationed in the sky, crossing paths and leaving arcs after paths, flying over quickly. ,"
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