I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Brother Fu wants to fight me, that's fine."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "But this matter also involves national hatred and family feuds, which is ridiculous."

"What the Saint said is right. Although you two are highly skilled in martial arts and act in a domineering manner, you are just competing for victory in the martial arts world, and it has nothing to do with the righteousness of the family and the country."

"But you, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, a master of the Demon Sect, once used the pseudonym Pei Ju to repeatedly make suggestions to the tyrant Yang Guang. Several wars and wars have caused many of my people to die with regrets!"

"Now that the tyrant Yang Guang is dead, it is Shi Zhixuan's turn to pay for his blood debt with blood."

Fu Cailin stared at the long sword in his hand: "If the Saint tells me the whereabouts of Shi Zhixuan, I will retreat today and fight you another day."

"Hey! Shi Zhixuan!"

Hearing Shi Zhixuan's name, Bi Xuan also snorted, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

In addition to his status as the Turkic Martial Master, Bi Xuan also served as the Turkic Army Commander as the General of the Golden Wolf Army, which was equivalent to the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains.

Bi Xuan simply hated the name Shi Zhixuan.

If this person had not made countless secret moves when he was managing the Western Regions and dividing the Turks.

How could their extremely powerful grassland empire be divided into two?

What's more weird is that the Turks are currently in a serious civil war...

Seeing that the Central Plains are in chaos now, they are also unable to invade.

"So Brother Fu came here with this idea."

Lin Xuan smiled: "To be honest, Shi Xie Wang is a martial arts master. If Brother Fu wants to find him, he will probably be asking for trouble."

"This is Fu's business, so don't worry about it, Saint Lord."

Fu Cailin flicked the long sword in his hand: "Today, whether you and I fight or make peace is up to the Saint Lord!"

The next moment, countless unparalleled sword intentions surged from Fu Cailin's body and merged into a blood-red long sword in the void.

The sword intent was solemn and murderous, as if it was boundless and boundless, and it went straight up to the sky!

"This sword intent..."

Bi Chen and Zuo Youxian were pale, and they felt a sharp pain in their eyes, and they couldn't help but shed tears.

They were also famous sword masters, but they couldn't imagine the thrilling sword intent of Fu Cailin at all.

Just watching, just being invaded by a tiny wisp of sword intent.

The two felt as if they were in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, facing a peerless sword demon.

The sword demon laughed and slashed with a sword...

They became part of the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

As soon as this thought came up, the tears of the two couldn't help but flow down.

As if they were scared to tears by each other...

It made the two embarrassed and regretful.

The great master of heaven and man fought to the death, and the two old masters of their own old arms and legs were also involved...

Aren't these cannon fodders!

"It's a pity that I don't know the whereabouts of the evil king at the moment, and I won't be able to see the evil king and Brother Fu fight."

Lin Xuan looked at Fu Cailin and smiled: "Since Brother Fu has come from afar, I will take the place of the evil king and send Brother Fu off."

Not to mention that Lin Xuan didn't know the whereabouts of Shi Zhixuan, even if he knew, he would definitely not tell it.

Moreover, Lin Xuan estimated that Fu Cailin was just looking for an excuse, and his real purpose was to find his own mental flaws.

Well, Fu Cailin learned swordsmanship from the chessboard.

These days, the way to play chess is very wild...

There are countless off-board moves like "the great Han chess saint".

Judging from Fu Cailin's disciples, Yijian Pavilion is not an upright sect.

What "dishonesty, cheating, sneak attack..." are all common ways of playing.

Lin Xuan estimated that this kind of thing is probably inseparable from Fu Cailin's words and deeds.

So, from the beginning, Lin Xuan didn't intend to persuade Fu Cailin to retreat.

It's nothing more than killing one more Grandmaster, which may not be impossible.

"So, the Saint intends to take this matter on himself?"

Fu Cailin snorted coldly: "Well, today, Fu and the Venerable will join hands to kill you, not for a martial arts challenge, but a battle on the battlefield, blood debt and blood repayment!"

"I originally heard that you, Fu Cailin, can defend the country with one sword, and I thought you were a big shot."

"In the end, you are just a fool who lives in a small place, sits in a well and looks at the sky, and talks ridiculously."

Yao Yue looked disdainful: "You just kept saying that our battle should be like the black and white, and we will do everything. Now that it's about the dispute between the two countries, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"You! Humph, what the Yue Sect Master said is also true."

Fu Cailin was silent for a moment, and glanced at Bi Xuan: "Venerable, today we will fight to the death, do you have good wine?"

The subtlety of his unique chess sword technique lies in combining the feeling of the whole heart and soul with the sword in his hand.

The external feeling is false, and the feeling of the heart is real.

Once he finds that the opponent's aura is slightly out of tune, he can send out a thundering blow with his mind.

But just now, he used all his strength to perform Yijianshu, but still couldn't find Lin Xuan's flaw.

In fact, Lin Xuan gave him a subtle feeling of being there and not there, incarnating the world.

Fu Cailin hesitated again and again, but still gave up the idea of ​​drawing the sword.

He was not worried about losing the battle.

After all, he and Bi Xuan joined forces, and it was impossible for them to lose to others in this world.

But not losing to Lin Xuan does not mean that Lin Xuan can be killed.

What if the other party saw that the situation was not good and gave up this peerless little saint and ran away with all his strength...

Then Fu Cailin really had no confidence in keeping the other party.

If the other party was really offended, he had to consider the other party's means of revenge.

A great master with a heart as strong as iron and a single-minded revenge is very scary.

What's even more frightening is that he is a magic master and has no so-called moral bottom line...

There is no psychological burden on killing people, and all methods are used.

Maybe, in a few days, his entire sect will be killed without leaving a trace.

As a player, Fu Cailin pays attention to making decisions before taking action, and does not intend to gamble on the opponent's lower limit.

"Brother Fu wants to drink, of course he will."

Bi Xuan glanced at everyone and said calmly: "Butler Liu, serve the food and wine."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In a moment, the tent on the side opened, and an elegant little old man wearing black clothes walked out.

The little old man looked to be in his sixties and had no martial arts skills, but his face was rosy and energetic, and his gray hair was meticulously combed.

It gives people the feeling of a noble scholar.

Under his command, a big Turkic man came to the main tent carrying various dishes, placed them in an orderly manner, and bowed down.

"Your Majesty, please have some pre-banquet wine."

After all the Turkic men retreated, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old came to Bi Xuan and whispered in a low voice, carrying a wooden tray with four glasses of wine.

The girl is pretty and has tanned skin. She should be a typical Turkic woman.

She has an extremely graceful figure, with long hair hanging down her waist, shoulders as sharp as a knife, and a slender waist that exudes youthful vitality.

"The guest has not yet used the wine, so why should the host drink first?"

Bi Xuan flicked his sleeves and said, "Give the wine to Lin Shengjun and Sect Master Yue."

"yes!"

The girl turned around and walked briskly towards Lin Xuan.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a trace of suspicion flashed in Butler Liu's eyes, and he said sternly: "Who are you? Why do you dress up like Ashina?"

"..."

The girl lowered her head and continued walking forward without saying a word.

"With ulterior motives, kill without mercy!"

Hearing Butler Liu's words, Zhao Deyan's eyes flashed with gloomy killing intent.

As the figure flashed, Zhao Deyan appeared behind the girl like a ghost and pressed down with a claw.

The girl twisted her slender waist slightly, threw back the tray in her hand, and jumped forward quickly to avoid Zhao Deyan's claws.

"court death!"

Zhao Deyan waved his right hand, pulled out the Variety Spear from his sleeve, and shook it vigorously.

Countless gun shadows appeared in the void, like dark spiritual snakes, biting towards the girl.

"Holy Lord, be careful!"

The girl threw herself forward with all her strength, narrowly avoiding Zhao Deyan's blow, and spoke.

Despite the danger, the girl's voice was still sweet and soft, making it unforgettable.

"Quack."

Fu Cailin snorted softly and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

With her Qi machine locked, the girl's body froze and she swallowed what she was about to say.

The girl gritted her teeth, a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes, and pointed at Butler Liu.

"Kill and silence?"

Yao Yue hummed softly, raised her slender hand, and pulled out the blue blood to illuminate the painting.

The next moment, a green sword light tore through the void and stabbed Fu Cailin between the eyebrows.

"snort!"

Fu Cailin frowned slightly and turned his sword intent to cut off Yao Yue's sword light.

Although he is known as the "Sword Master", he was one of the three great masters thirty years ago.

But facing Yao Yue, a newly promoted heavenly being, he did not dare to take it lightly.

After all, we are all heavenly beings, and there is no such thing as not breaking our defenses.

If you accidentally take a sword, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.

"Zhao Deyan, it's a bit unreasonable for you to bully a little girl at your age, right?"

Lin Xuan smiled faintly, appeared next to the girl, stretched out his hand to form a seal, and waved it in the air.

The gun shadows in the sky stopped for a moment, and then made a shrill sonic boom, rolling back towards Zhao Deyan like a rain of arrows.

"Saint save me!"

Thinking of Xi Ying's tragic situation just now, Zhao Deyan turned pale with horror and said loudly.

"..."

Bi Xuan sighed secretly, gave up his plan to attack Lin Xuan, and punched into the air.

The scorching storm, which was enough to melt iron into gold, rolled out from Bi Xuan's body, burning all the gun shadows in the sky.

"Okay, little girl, you just told me to be careful. Do you have anything to say?"

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and looked at the frightened girl in front of him.

"Holy Lord."

The girl gasped twice, and her voice was still clear and sweet: "Butler Liu is Zhang Sun Sheng!"

"Well, I can tell that he has extraordinary martial arts skills, but I didn't expect that he is also a senior master of my Holy Sect."

Lin Xuan nodded, looked at Butler Liu with a gloomy face, and said with a playful expression: "I have been thinking about Senior Grandson for a long time."

"I am an old man with a low cultivation level, why should I care about the current sage?"

Butler Liu snorted softly, and a profound light burst out in his eyes.

It was as if his gaze could penetrate time and space.

At this moment, his momentum suddenly changed, exuding an air of mastery and control over the world.

"Senior's peerless cultivation would not have led to such an untimely death. I guess he faked his death and stayed behind the scenes."

Lin Xuan smiled: "I am very pleased to see the true face of my senior today."

Changsun Sheng is Zhao Deyan's master and takes over as the head of the Demonic Sect.

According to seniority, Changsun Sheng should be the peerless master of the Demon Sect in the generation before Shi Zhixuan and Zhu Yuyan.

Therefore, like Xiang Yutian, he was not included in the "Eight Masters of the Contemporary Demon Sect".

He is a man of both civil and military skills, and he also plays the art of verticality and horizontality extremely coquettishly.

Shi Zhixuan split the Turks and formed the Eastern and Western Khanates.

On the one hand, Changsun Sheng fanned the flames of discord in the Turks and colluded with Shabolu's younger brother Chuluo; on the other hand, he returned to China to gain Yang Jian's appointment and offered strategies to sow discord and divide the Turks.

In these years, the Turks continued to invade the Sui Dynasty, looting and massacring; the Sui border troops also constantly counterattacked and raided...

The growing hatred between the two sides was created by him.

In addition, Changsun Sheng's daughter was Li Shimin's first wife Guanyin, the Queen Wende in history.

His son, Changsun Wuji, was also the founding father of the Tang Dynasty, ranking first among the "Twenty-Four Heroes of Lingyan Pavilion".

It also shows this person's extremely outstanding strategy and extremely precise investment vision.

Well, everyone is a master of the Xianbei father and son. In Tianlong, the abilities of Murong Bo and Murong Fu and his son are completely surpassed by Changsun Sheng and Changsun Wuji.

Murong and his son could not do anything practical except thinking about restoring the country all day long and acting abstractly...

"Senior Changsun has never revealed his identity. He must be preparing to give me a surprise, right?"

Lin Xuan smiled: "With my senior's cultivation, if I join forces with Brother Bi and Brother Fu, I may not be able to hurt you."

"I did originally plan to attack the Holy Lord secretly."

Changsun Sheng said calmly: "But now that the little girl has ruined my identity, I have changed my mind."

"Huh? Senior must have guessed this woman's identity, right?"

"Of course! With the supreme pride of the Holy Lord, he will not abandon this girl."

Changsun Sheng smiled and said: "Since the Holy Lord stays here to fight, why should I do what a villain does?"

"That makes sense."

Lin Xuan nodded and said: "But seniors are not afraid of being clever and being misled by their cleverness. Did they lose their lives today?"

"Although I am proficient in the art of combining vertical and horizontal lines, it took a lot of effort to convince the Martial Master Sword Master to join forces this time."

"Every variable has been considered over and over again, and I think it should be foolproof."

Changsun Sheng looked leisurely: "This time, I have the advantage of 'the right time, the right place and the right people'. If I still lose to the Holy Lord, I will bring it upon myself, and I will die in hell."

"Lin Xuan, this old man is annoying, so leave it to me."

Yao Yue frowned slightly, and her cold voice shook the valley: "As a disciple of the Holy Sect, I colluded with outsiders with the intention of murdering the Holy Lord. I will kill you without mercy!"

"Is the Grand Palace Master sure?"

Lin Xuan glanced at Yao Yue and said calmly.

"You should be able to give it a try."

"So I will deal with Wu Zun and Sword Master?"

"...Is the Holy Lord sure?"

"You should be able to give it a try."

Yaoyue: "..."

"Hahaha! Brother Lin is indeed a very human being. It is his good fortune that Ning Laodao died in Brother Lin's hands."

Fu Cailin laughed: "In today's battle, whether life or death, Fu's life will be in vain."

"Well, Brother Fu, wait a little longer."

Lin Xuan nodded and looked at the dumbfounded girl: "Miss Qingxuan, is there anything else you want to say?"

"How do you know my identity?"

"Are you surprised?"

"...No, I'm not too surprised."

The girl hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face, revealing her extremely beautiful face: "Qingxuan has met the Holy Lord."

"..."

Yao Yue's pupils shrank slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed through her eyes.

"Since you call me 'Holy King', do you plan to join my holy sect?"

Lin Xuan glanced at the girl and said calmly.

In the Double Dragon system, the looks of these girls seem a bit too much.

I haven't seen Shi Feixuan so far, but Huan Huan and Shi Qingxuan are both top-notch in appearance and can compete with Ronger, Yao Yue and the others.

On the contrary, Ah Qing has an extraordinary temperament and is on an independent track.

"this……"

Shi Qingxuan was obviously dumbfounded: "Qingxuan heard that Xie... heard that daddy was going to fight with Lord Song. She originally wanted to ask the Holy Lord to intercede, but she didn't want to..."

"Now I have agreed to fight Brother Bi and Brother Fu."

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Can we discuss your father's matter later?"

"Ah? Yes, it's okay."

Shi Qingxuan hesitated for a moment: "The Holy Lord's merits are part of the creation, and he should leave a body of action..."

"Can you play the flute?"

"...I know a little bit."

Shi Qingxuan was a little stunned, and took out the jade flute from her waist: "What song does the Holy Lord want to listen to?"

"Can you know "The Song of King Lanling Entering the Battle"?"

"Um."

Shi Qingxuan nodded, put the jade flute to her lips, and blew it gently.

When the sound of a whistle rises, there is a faint meaning of fighting against the enemy and swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger.

"Very good."

Lin Xuan stared at the vast sky: "Let me play a song to see off Sword Master Wu Zun."

Although he doesn't know much about playing the flute.

But I feel that Shi Qingxuan's performance is really good.

It seems that they can play better than Yao Yue and Huang Shan.

"Please."

As his thoughts moved slightly, Lin Xuan's figure appeared thousands of meters above, standing on the ground.

"Sage please."

Fu Cailin nodded slightly and unsheathed his sword.

An extremely complex virtual chess game appeared out of thin air and enveloped the world.

Where Lin Xuan settled was at the Tianyuan position on the chessboard.

Use people to fight the sword, use the sword to fight the enemy!

This is Fu Cailin viewing the world as a chessboard and using his sword to outline the chessboard.

The long sword stirred, and countless sword energy turned into black and white chess pieces, bombarding Lin Xuan.

The sky and the earth are ethereal, as if there are only two players, black and white, playing chess according to the eternal rules.

"The way of swordsmanship is like the way of chess. Only by blocking the opponent's last move can you defeat the enemy."

Fu Cailin's tone was soft, but his eyes were sharp: "It's a pity that people's hearts are unpredictable... It would be much simpler if everything in the world could be done like the black and white rules on the chessboard."

"Brother Fu is right."

Lin Xuan smiled indifferently, and the golden sword burst out with sword intent: "But what if others don't act according to your rules?"

Wuyou's sword energy cut through the void, and golden light flowed like water patterns.

Golden thunderbolts filled the void and struck Fu Cailin's chessboard continuously.

The black and white chess pieces continued to shatter, and the virtual chess game was cut into pieces.

After a moment, the dazzling golden light stirred and moved.

The entire chess game turned into crystal light particles and disappeared without a trace.

"this?"

Fu Cailin groaned, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

His simple swordsmanship and swordsmanship may not be inferior to Lin Xuan's.

But Lin Xuan runs the God of War Illustration, and the heaven and earth Tai Chi are integrated into one.

The trend is so strong that not even Fu Cailin can compete with it.

"Brother Fu is a swordsman in the world. I also have a sword. Please take a look at it."

The golden sword energy rolled and converged, and seven sword stars formed a mysterious Big Dipper array beside Lin Xuan.

Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang...

The sky and the earth are in a state of silence, the winter thunder is shaking, the strong wind is gathering on the ground, and the snow and rain are swaying.

The South Dipper is for life, the Beidou is for death!

The handle of the bucket points to the north, and all seven stars appear, which means that the master will have good luck in the world!

As if it were the law of heaven, the sword like stars shot towards Fu Cailin, tearing everything in its path into pieces.

"The body transforms into heaven and earth, and the stars become swords? Is there such a kind of sword intention in this world?"

"Huh! Quiet and subtle, you can't catch it when it comes, and you can't chase it when it goes!"

A look of surprise flashed in Fu Cailin's eyes, and the long sword changed in countless ways and was scattered all over the place.

Illusory chessboards appeared across the sky, barely interpreting Lin Xuan's sword intent.

"Brother Lin, take a punch from me."

Bi Xuan looked solemn, activated the "Yang Yang Qigong" with all his strength, and punched out.

There was no whistling energy from the fist, but the surrounding space was burning and boiling.

As Bi Xuan's boxing moves progressed, the popularity continued to rise.

When the fist came to Lin Xuan, the world within a mile seemed to have turned into volcanic lava.

"Yanyang Qigong is indeed quite mysterious."

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed, he circulated Gang Qi, and made a palm seal: "In that case, you and I will fight with each other."

The vast Tai Chi cloud map appeared, blocking Bi Xuan's overwhelming fist power.

Fen Jin, who was extremely violent, hit the Tai Chi cloud map and exploded suddenly.

The yin and yang rotated, and countless fire rains sprinkled on several nearby mountains.

The mountain fire spread very quickly, with thick smoke billowing and birds and animals running away, as if it was the end of the world.

"Old man, grandson, suffer death!"

Seeing Lin Xuan fighting one against two, he never fell behind.

Yao Yue's heart relaxed, and she appeared in front of Chang Sun Sheng as if teleporting, and slapped him down with a palm.

The rocks shattered, and a palm print the size of a carriage appeared on the ground. The palm prints were clearly identifiable.

It was as if Chang Sun Sheng's entire body was shattered by this palm and disappeared into thin air.

"How dare you, witch!"

The next moment, Chang Sun Sheng's figure materialized in the void.

Before Yao Yue could say anything, Chang Sun Sheng had already grasped it with five fingers, clenched it into an empty fist, and struck it down like a fist or a palm.

The world shook, and a majestic palm force struck the top of the mountain.

The entire mountaintop and the Evil Emperor Temple shook violently, and a large handprint deeply imprinted in it appeared.

Stone chips were flying around the handprints.

It looks like it was cut by an axe.

Immediately afterwards, Yaoyue's figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Changsun Sheng, and struck down with his sword.

A green sword light of more than ten meters appeared in the void and struck the entire mountain.

When the sword light struck down, Changsun Sheng seemed to turn into a leaf, floating up along with the strong air flow brought by the sword light.

The offensive and defensive momentum continued to change, leaving only afterimages chasing and fighting within a radius of several miles.

It was as if two people summoned countless clones to fight at the same time.

"..."

Shi Qingxuan's eyes narrowed, looking at the earth-shattering confrontation around him with some horror.

For a moment, the girl showed an elegant smile.

Looking at Lin Xuan's walking figure, he continued to play.

A trace of clear sound seemed to rise slowly on the distant horizon, vaguely present.

The sound of drums, arrows and crossbows, the sounds of fighting, and the sounds of people and horses seeming to have awakened from time and space, echoing endlessly in the valley.

Shi Qingxuan didn't know if Lin Xuan could hear the sound of his flute.

But since it is her promise, she will insist on completing it.

For her, this is also her battlefield.