Luo Changfeng is good at using knives and guns.

He once cultivated the knife path of Bai Yu's predecessors in the academy, and the butcher knife of the academy has never been unsheathed so far, and he has been pregnant with knife intent.

It cannot be used unless it is a matter of life and death.

The family legend of the Dragon Chill Gun is also a famous weapon on the Divine Soldier List.

That swimming dragon dare not say that the magic of dancing is comparable to that of his father, but it can be regarded as outstanding and dare not forget.

However, in addition to swords and guns, Luo Changfeng also has a picture of a Huanhua sword from the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion.

There are millions of ancient swords in the sword washing map, but unfortunately, none of the swords really belong to him.

He doesn't know the way of the sword, and having a million swords is a tyrannical thing. Therefore, every time he has faced the enemy recently, he has been honing the late kendo that he doesn't know when he will be able to enter the house.

Until I don't put it more into the eyebrows.

Common sense says that when the broken sword pierces the center of the eyebrows, Luo Changfeng's primordial spirit has already been damaged or even destroyed. But he woke up unharmed, and his body was full of sword intent that couldn't wait to break out of his body, and the most terrifying thing was that the sword intent was still climbing endlessly.

It turned out that the broken sword that entered the center of the eyebrows was not returned, and it was the ancient sword lost in the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram.

The broken sword entered the eyebrows, and it was classified as the long-empty sword position among the millions of sword positions in the Yuan Shen Sword Washing Diagram, with a touch of sword intent and a trace of understanding that the white-clothed Luo Bing had left on the broken sword.

Luo Changfeng cultivates the sword and understands that there are thousands of swords, but what is missing is this trace of understanding.

At that moment, in the primordial spirit, a trace of the consciousness left by the fall of the wandering ownerless white-clothed Luo Bing did not return to the sword in the boundless dark night to the dead and silent million sword mounds, and the long drought awakened the millions of ancient swords in the sleeping sword map, and then the sword mound of Nuoda was cold in an instant.

The Million Ancient Sword groaned with a long-lost angry sword, stirring Luo Changfeng's mind and reviving him.

Luo Changfeng smiled slightly.

An Hongdou's expression was in a trance for an instant, and this familiar smile reminded her of the past. She seemed to see the existence of the white-clothed Luo Bing from Luo Changfeng's face.

Luo Changfeng's left arm held An Hongdou's slender waist.

His right hand reached out into the void.

His voice was not loud, and even a little hoarse, which he hadn't spoken for years, was even more agitated.

"Shine brightly. ”

"Guanyun. ”

"The Monument to the River. ”

"Golden cicada. ”

"Jade Tiger. ”

"Warbler cries. ”

"An inch of gray. ”

"Cloak. ”

"Extinguish the candles. ”

"At this time. ”

"The slanting sun. ”

"Treading the snow. ”

"Angelica of all swords!"

He's calling for a sword.

He summoned twelve swords in quick succession.

The sound that is very different from Luo Changfeng's usual timbre is spread in the heavens and the earth.

Whether it was sinking to the bottom of the Dujiangyan River or inserting a 3,000-foot sword wall, or being shocked into the mountains and forests hundreds of zhang away, a total of 12 swords, and the twelve broken swords flew from all directions.

The twelve broken swords pierced through the huge handprints in the sky with an incomparably fierce attitude, and then the broken swords were spliced, one after another.

Luo Changfeng held an unknown sword made of twelve broken swords in his hand, and with a light tap on his toes, he jumped through the majestic three-thousand-foot sword wall like the rising sun in the early morning.

Luo Changfeng raised his sword over the top, and the sword skyrocketed by three thousand zhang!

He stared at the Great Joy Bodhisattva on the top of the sword wall with a pair of unfamiliar eyes, and spoke again: "That Joy Buddha, do you remember who I am?"

The palm print was shattered, and the Bodhisattva of Great Joy seemed to have realized something: "It's you?"

Luo Changfeng sneered: "When you killed me, did you ever think that there would be today?"

The majesty of the Bodhisattva of Great Joy is supreme: "It's just a wisp of remnant soul! Could it be that you still want to take revenge by killing this seat with this scrap of copper and rotten iron?"

"Why not?"

"It's just whimsical!"

Luo Changfeng didn't argue with him: "Do you dare to take the sword I left behind after death?"

The Great Joy Bodhisattva clasped his hands together, and the skull beads scattered around him were once again dressed as Buddha beads and hung between the necks: "Just ants, today I will teach you that your soul will never be reborn!"

King Kong is angry!

Buddha's light soared...... The golden body of the Bodhisattva of Great Joy suddenly soared to a height of thousands of zhang, like a mighty Buddha descending from heaven and glaring at the world.

The angry-eyed King Kong rebuked the Buddha's name, and the golden palms were closed. The surrounding space collapsed abruptly, and countless space debris fell into turbulence. The vast and fearless Buddha palms seemed to compress and fold the space, folding between the folded palms, and there was only a glimmer of heaven and earth left.

There was a ray of light in the sky.

It was the three-thousand-zhang sword in Luo Changfeng's hand.

Seeing that Luo Changfeng, who was about to be squeezed into flesh by his palms, smiled, and that smile made the big Buddha's heart tremble slightly.

I saw that the three thousand zhang sword in Luo Changfeng's hand that went straight into the sky dissipated. And every time the light dissipated, it will extend horizontally and grow in the hand. Grow into a three-foot long sword, a six-foot green edge, a ten-zhang horse, and a hundred-zhang sword...... The sword light penetrated through the fearless Buddha palm of the heste, and it was still extending and growing.

From 100 zhang to 1,000 zhang, from 1,000 zhang to 3,000 zhang. This terrifying sword light stretched between heaven and earth, piercing through the body of the golden Buddha, and the golden light like the scorching sun suddenly turned into countless golden elf brilliance, sprinkled on the world.

The figure of the Bodhisattva of Great Joy reappeared.

There was a sword mark in front of him that pierced his heart.

His eyes were full of wonder.

He looked down at the fatal wound and swallowed his last breath reluctantly.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.

The Bodhisattva, who was born with a happy face, fell into the rolling Dujiangyan with compassion on his face......

At this moment, Luo Changfeng grabbed An Hongdou's graceful waist and landed on the tops of the towering ancient trees beside the river.

At this moment, the fallen three-thousand-foot sword wall suddenly annihilated the river, splashing with indescribable monstrous waves.

So the rolling Dujiangyan has since then, the 3,000-foot sword wall has been executed by the embankment.

The flood beast is washing downstream!

......

Suddenly realizing that Xiao Man's waist was still held in the palm of his hand, An Hongdouqiao's face was slightly red, and he quickly broke away and retreated a few steps, almost falling into the treetops.

Luo Changfeng said, "Be careful." ”

An Hongdou's eyes stared at Luo Changfeng without blinking.

Through those flowing eyes, it seems that you can see the heart, you can see An Hongdou's heart, and you can also see Luo Changfeng's heart.

The two just looked at each other.

Tears gradually blurred in the eyes.

An Hongdou's thoughts were disordered, and finally he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

Luo Changfeng, whose eyes became clear and bright from blur, showed a chuckle: "I, I am Luo Chuyi, and I am also a hundred miles of Changfeng." What, who do you want me to be?"

An Hongdou, who was full of grievances, shook his head silently and turned around gloomily.

At that moment, tears finally fell.

Luo Changfeng silently looked at the back that was sometimes respectful and sometimes pitiful.

A voice came from his head, it was the voice of the white-clothed Luo Bing.

"Thank you. ”

Luo Changfeng knew what the remnants of the sword martial arts remnant soul in the broken sword were thanking for.

In fact, after the white-clothed Luo Bing's remnant soul sword comprehension was not returned to the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram, the two of them reached an agreement.

Luo Changfeng borrowed the million-dollar sword qi of the white-clothed Luo Bing to help him take revenge with his own hands.

And the white-clothed Luo Bing left that sword dao comprehension in the broken sword and did not return to it, helping Luo Changfeng to comprehend the way of the sword.

Luo Changfeng said: "Everyone just takes what they need." ”

The white clothes in the Yuan Shen dissipated: "Help me take care of her." ”

Luo Changfeng looked at the lonely red robe and was in a trance: "This is my business!"