The purpose of saying this is simple and pure.

Because he saw Mo Xichou's uneasiness clearly, he kindly reminded him that Mo Xichou could fight with all his might without any worries. If he fought with a timid fourth-level monk, the meaning of this battle would no longer exist.

Although he himself was not qualified to say such words, after all, it was an opportune trick. Mo Xichou had been cut off a small realm by Xiao Zhinan with one sword, but Li Mengzhou did not think that this was a big problem at all.

After all, this is a truly even battle.

A look of surprise appeared on Mo Xichou's face. He thought that a strong man would come out first, and he would beat him to the depravity with one sword, and then let a mere third-level cultivator come to fight. This was really an insulting thing.

No matter what Mo Xichou thought, after Li Mengzhou finished speaking, the black green sword had turned into a stream of light, tearing apart the thick night, and spreading the drizzle, dancing in the peach petals, and heading towards Mo Xichou's face without moving forward.

Mo Xichou felt a little awe-inspiring. The power contained in this sword was definitely not something that ordinary cultivators in the third realm could slash out. His body and mind, which had just relaxed, was tense again in an instant, and he thought with anger, did you say that you were intentional?

He did not dare to face the edge. After all, the shock brought to him by Xiao Zhinan's sword falling from the sky had not yet been eliminated, and the pain of the tearing of his body was still clear. He subconsciously stepped on the ground lightly with his toes and retreated toward the rear.

Li Mengzhou's body was like a shadow, always keeping a distance of three feet.

The sword intent also danced wildly around the two of them, shattering countless peach blossoms, cutting through endless drizzles, waving countless dust, and illuminating the entire night sky.

Li Mengzhou's eyes were always on Mo Xichou's body, and the sword intent became more and more rapid with each slash.

The originally picturesque Peach Blossom Land became devastated. Although the small-scale destruction did not affect the thirty-mile vast Peach Blossom Land, it eventually showed flaws, and even the fragrance of peach blossoms became weak, full of the smell of dust and blood.

As Li Mengzhou kept swinging his sword at a three-foot land, Mo Xichou, who was embarrassed, finally couldn't help but start a counterattack.

Although it was clear that the boy in black was not an ordinary third-level cultivator, Mo Xichou could also be convinced that the other party had indeed not crossed the threshold of the fourth-level. As long as this was determined, it would be enough.

Bang!

The sound of the sword still seemed particularly clear in the howling of the sword.

Mo Xichou stopped his retreating body, and with a powerful force, he took advantage of the whirlpooling momentum and slashed forward.

The knife energy is formed in shape and spreads for more than ten miles.

A straight pit destroyed the peach trees and filled with countless smoke and dust, as if it was reaching the sky!

The buzzing sound kept echoing.

Mo Xichou's face was very serious.

In the pit that was slashed by the sword energy for more than ten miles, there was no trace of the boy.

He knew very clearly that the knife just now did not hit the target.

As expected.

In the quiet Peach Blossom Land, there was a sudden sound of the sound of the peach tree branches breaking the soles of the boots.

A figure slowly walked out of the shadow of the peach forest.

The boy in black carrying a sword.

Mo Xichou was a little weak and gasped, disheveled his hair, and looked at the boy silently.

The gloomy look between his eyebrows indicates that he is in a bad mood at this moment.

Common sense, even if his realm has fallen to the lower realm, he is still within the threshold of the four realms. Beyond this threshold, Li Mengzhou would never be able to hurt him. However, the facts in front of him clearly tell him that the young man's sword can cross that threshold. Even if his people are still standing outside the threshold, his sword is no longer there.

The despair brought by the crushing powerful man who was completely unimaginable was far from the despair of having tried his best but found that he had just done useless work.

Li Mengzhou stood again between three feet away from Mo Xichou.

The sword intent was extremely rich, and the white gas it showed wandered back and forth on the Wuqing Sword.

Li Mengzhou set off his stance.

The cage of the three-foot-level land instantly blocked all the retreats around Mo Xichou.

The strongest sword belonging to him slowly slashed out in Mo Xichou's horrified eyes.

"I'm going to hand you a sword."

He said so.

Mo Xichou felt a cold light flashing in front of his eyes, followed by a sudden light of blood.

The vitality began to be lost extremely clearly.

He looked at the boy in black in front of him with a little dullness, opened his mouth, and his pupils began to shrink after instantly dilated, gradually losing color.

A faint sound was like a whisper in the night sky, reaching Li Mengzhou's ears.

"I don't worry... I have experienced countless dangers of life and death in eight years, how could I... die here..."

His mouth opened, and countless blood was spewed out, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

The only thought that arose before his death was the young junior sister from Bailu Peak in the capital, and Shen Qiubai, who wanted to go to the capital.

All of this disappeared here.

Li Mengzhou didn't know that he accidentally helped Shen Qiubai solve a problem.

Perhaps this itself is not a problem for Shen Qiubai.

But this happened eventually.

The Peach Blossom Land finally returned to true tranquility.

Li Mengzhou quietly listened to the sound of peach blossoms.

Turning his head to look at Xiao Zhinan, he smiled bitterly, "You seem to beat him too hard. Although he is still standing inside the threshold of the four realms, half of his body is actually outside."

Xiao Zhinan said calmly: "I have tried my best to stop, but he didn't fight and was slightly beyond my control, which was normal."

The light rain cleaned the traces of battle, and the unspeakable smell spread.

Li Mengzhou looked up at Yese and said, "Although he is not as strong as I want, I probably know what level I am at."

"The night is very dark, not far from dawn."

“It’s time to go to the banquet.”

......

......

The capital, the dragon banquet.

One after another, young monks walked out of the pavilion and went to the Immortal Mansion Inn to temporarily settle down, waiting for the second night of the Panlong Banquet.

Shen Qiu white-collared the disciples of Zhaixing Mansion and walked out of the pavilion and stood outside on the long street.

The drizzle was still drizzling, and the wind blew, bringing a cool feeling.

Zhong Xiyan reached out and pulled the hair that was blown by the wind on his forehead behind his ears, and his face was covered with smiles, and said calmly: "I have a premonition that this year's Banquet is very interesting."

Shen Qiubai looked at him and said, "How could senior brother have such an idea?"

Zhong Xiyan looked at a certain direction under the night and smiled: "The one from Beiyan Jianlu has appeared."

Chen Qiubai was silent for a moment and said, "It turns out that the aura belongs to her, it's really strong."

Zhong Xiyan smiled and said, "Miss Xiao is an external factor after all, and the teenagers at the Panlong Banquet are also very interesting."

Chen Qiubai nodded and said, "He Zhengrong in Ligong Sword Courtyard, who is only fifteen years old, is close to the threshold of the Four Realms. He may be the youngest at the Panlong Banquet, but it cannot be ignored. Moreover, Jiang Zihua has long been famous. Although he is a lazy reputation, he has still crossed the threshold of the Four Realms. Recently, the most famous disciple of Ligong, the boy named Li Mengzhou, although he has not appeared, it should be quite good."

Zhong Xiyan said: "I have met Li Mengzhou. He has a strong will and is very clear about what he needs. Compared to He Zhengrong, he will be stronger."

Chen Qiubai looked at the young men who were walking away and said, "Although Junior Brother Yang Zhao has crossed the threshold of the four realms, whether it is Lu Changge who has not fallen, Jiang Zihua from Ligong Jianyuan, or Lu Jiuge from Jianjiayuan, they cannot be ignored. It is indeed not easy to defeat them."

Yang Zhao, who was standing next to him, raised his eyebrows slightly. He was also wearing white clothes, with a slightly tender face, but he exuded a heroic spirit. Among his peers, looking at his face alone is really good.

He bowed and said, "Brother, second brother, don't worry, I won't embarrass Zhaixing Mansion."

Zhong Xiyan smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Junior brother, just do your best."

Chen Qiubai looked at him and said seriously: "You should not only look at those who have crossed the threshold of the Four Realms. Li Mengzhou in Ligong Jianyuan and Guan Muyun in the Academy are both prides of heaven who have risen rapidly in recent times. Even if they cannot cross the threshold of the Four Realms so easily, they should not be too underestimated. These people are opponents you need to care about."

Yang Zhao nodded with a serious expression.

Chen Qiubai was about to say something else, but a sound of footsteps approached quickly. Soon a woman in white stood in front of him, looking up at Chen Qiubai with a rosy face, and called out softly: "Senior Brother Chen."

Chen Qiubai was stunned for a moment, and soon recognized the girl in front of him and smiled, "It turns out to be Junior Sister Bai Ji."

Zhong Xiyan waved his hands to Yang Zhao and other disciples of the Zhaixing Mansion, and walked away with a smile. Yang Zhao looked back and saw a hint of envy in his eyes.

He thought when he could go like the second senior brother, and there would be beautiful female monks around him wherever he went.

Chen Qiubai didn't think too much, but looked at the junior sister of Bai Lufeng in front of him and asked: "Has the abandoned disciple outside Qinghai Town ever taken back to Bai Lufeng for treatment? There should be no problems on the way?"

Bai Ji's expression became a little lonely and said, "It's shameful to say that Senior Brother Chen took him, but he ran away on the way back to Bailu Peak. I'm really sorry for Senior Brother Chen."

Chen Qiubai was a little surprised. He just asked casually out of politeness, but unexpectedly there was a problem.

He looked at Bai Ji, who was full of apology, and smiled and said, "Why do junior sister say sorry to me?"

"Because it was Senior Brother Chen's help, I controlled Mo Xichou, but I couldn't take him back to Bailu Peak, so I was naturally ashamed of Senior Brother Chen."

"So that's what my junior sister thinks, but I can't accept my junior sister's apology. After all, it was just a simple task at that time. If I could meet him again for luck, I would take him back to Bailu Peak with my own hands. The junior sister doesn't have to worry about it."

Bai Ji looked at Chen Qiubai with his little face raised, thinking that his senior brother was indeed a genius like a model.

Although Bai Ji is already the age of Taoli and is not a little girl who doesn't know anything, she has never experienced anything after all. She is also a young junior sister who is loved by thousands of people in Bailu Peak, the daughter of the sect leader Bai Shuo. It is also very common for her to blindly worship a pride of heaven like Chen Qiubai.
To be continued...