In Zhao Qianshu's eyes, I saw Brother Luo, who was wearing a long white robe and screaming every day, pressing on the stone bridge under his feet with one hand, and his whole body was pressed very low like an eagle catching a chicken. Dodged the two swords flying behind him, and then slapped the ground, and his whole body rose from the ground, rushing into the sky, and directly jumped over the figure of the intercontinental flow above the sky.

In a very tricky posture, he pointed a foot on Fang Jiliu's back, Fang Jiliu had a premonition of spiritual power in the back, his body flipped, and the concubine in his hand stabbed Wang Luo with a smile.

Wang Luo saw that the opportunity was not good, and quickly flicked it with one hand, and a stone wall appeared in the air.

The concubine laughed into the stone, but the sword still had a piece inserted into Wang Luo's body.

Wang Luo snorted lightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Fang Jiliu frowned, and without waiting for Wang Luo to react, he drew his sword and changed direction in an instant, turned to Wang Luo's back, and stabbed it with a sword.

Wang Luo seemed to be smiling, as if he had strength under his feet, he fell straight down, and Fang Jiliu stabbed the air with a sword.

The dust was everywhere, Fang Jiliu couldn't go down, staring at the falling Wang Luo, his pupils widened a little: "I have seen many worlds and earths, but only you have used the world to the extreme, and you have skillfully used any thing, which is really superior." ”

At this time, Wang Luo felt tricky for the first time in his life, he used almost everything he could think of in this small world, but this person in front of him could always use some methods to dodge his fatal blow.

And what's even more terrifying is that he is like a cockroach, extremely tenacious.

Wang Luo, who was hiding his figure through the thick smoke, took the opportunity to take a big breath, and his figure changed rapidly.

"Go!" Fang Jiliu shouted.

Haruki flew straight into the smoke, the sharp sound was piercing, and back and forth, Chunshu's sword blade carried a trace of blood.

Fang Jiliu stared at Wang Luo, who couldn't come out of the smoke, searched for Wang Luo's figure, and shouted again: "Go you!"

The silver-white pine wind entered a cloud-piercing arrow, and it was transformed into countless sharp swords, and the entire small world emitted a whistling wind sound, and the air of the heaven and earth above rotated, and small whirlwinds appeared in many places.

The three Zhu Yelang, who were watching the battle on the bridge, opened their eyes wide one by one, and they couldn't say a word in surprise.

Guan Ju clenched his fists, and there was a little cold sweat on his forehead unconsciously.

This flying sword in the sky, where is a pine wind, it is simply a rain of swords.

"Walk you!"

"Woo Woo ......"

The rain of swords was straight into the smoke of the world.

A handful.

Two handfuls.

Tens of thousands.

And there was not even a trace of Wang Luo's wail in the smoke, let alone Wang Luo's figure.

Fang Jiliu, who looked at all things in the world, smiled: "How does it feel to be a turtle with a shrunken head?"

Taking advantage of the terrain, Wang Luo, who was walking away, was still injured by a little sword qi, and when he heard the sound from above, he couldn't help but sigh.

Some time ago, I had used this method to deal with the people of the Heavenly Domain, but at this moment, I just changed my identity.

Didn't he become a gopher?

But if you can't get out all the time, how can you defeat the other party?

Fang Jiliu, who didn't wait for Wang Luo's reply, turned around and stared at Lin Huazhi in the corner: "Demon girl, no one will help you now." ”

Lin Huazhi, who had been recuperating from her injuries for a while, gradually had a ruddy color on her face.

She leaned against the railing of the stone bridge, adjusting her breathing, and she still had the strength to fight.

"Although I don't know what your purpose is for approaching me, but since you hit my idea, you have to pay the price you should pay, this world is very fair, and the strong have the opportunity to speak. ”

Fang Jiliu is not such a vexatious person, he is a poet collector of the Yanyun Dynasty, his purpose is very simple, to go to spring and return to winter. collected the most beautiful poems and songs in the world, and he never thought about how big an official he was, until he met a person who taught him the master of the Tao, and he had today's achievements.

He believes in his fate, but his life must also be in his own hands, otherwise how far can he go?

So if someone wants to kill him, then he has to kill someone else. This is my own way, and there is not so much reason to say.

The spring tree in Fang Jiliu's hand trembled, and the right hand that was clenched suddenly let go, and flew straight towards the forest flower branch.

It's getting closer, and it's going to be the final word soon.

Lin Huazhi crossed the sword in front of him, put his fingers on his knees, and stroked his sideburns and hair, smiling with a playful smile.

Looking at it from a distance, it's really charming.

The sword is getting closer and closer to the forest branches,

But at the same time, there was a "boom" sound in the thick smoke, and several stone bridges cracked and fell almost at the same time, smashing into the rolling and flowing beam sea below, splashing three-foot waves for a while.

Out of the thick smoke came a man covered in blood, the blood in the bun had dried up, and his clothes had been torn in several places.

After all, the sword still did not insert into Lin Huazhi's body, but quietly stopped in front of Lin Huazhi's eyes. Lin Huazhi was like a dummy, his mouth opened slightly, staring at the front of him motionless, and even the flowing water under the stone bridge where Lin Huazhi was located was still.

At this moment, Wang Luo controlled the time of this small world.

The king stepped forward with one step, like the father who boasted about the sun.

Pick up the stars in the sky with your hands, and cross the underground river with your feet.

Guan Ju stared at Wang Luo who came out of the smoke, but for a moment he fell into deep thought, the right fingernail hidden deep behind his back was deeply pinched into the flesh, the blood flowed, and a mouthful of blood did not spit out, and was forcibly swallowed into his throat.

The unbelievable three suddenly felt that their eyes were dark, and then they were forcibly removed from this small world in an instant.

Zhu Yelang, who came out of the small world, looked around, where could he still see Wang Luo's figure, and on the grass not far away, it was the injured and fallen forest flower branches that were taken out of Wang Luo's small world.

In the small world, Wang Luo, who had moved all four people out of the small world, spread his hands into the air: "Fang Jiliu, I don't know if you have ever been disappointed in your life?"

Without waiting for Fang Jiliu to answer, Wang Luo circled around the place, as if embracing this small world: "My Wang Luo has been inferior to others since I was a child, but it doesn't mean that I don't want to be stronger." The ancients once said that when others are afraid, it is the time when I am greedy. I've lost so many times since I was a kid, so I don't want to lose from now on. ”

Wang Luo recalled the past of this body in his mind, from Wang Beichen's bullying, and the imprint of whipping his body at midnight. The situation when the child next door snatched his candy and scolded himself for not having a mother. Even the maids in the house will point their noses openly, saying that they are a waste.

Since I, Wang Luo, have inherited this body, then I, Wang Luo, must be myself again.

The raw stones under the feet of Wang Luo, layer by layer, are stacked high, entrusting Wang Luo to rise into the air, just in line with the Fangji Flow.

Wang Luo stretched out his hand: "Just now, I comprehended a trick, called Nine Heavenly Fall, Fang Jiliu, you are very lucky." ”

Wang Luo slowly raised his hand and made gestures.

For a time, the wind surged.