Don't blame the red mud, they have no heart and lungs.

For a mash-up team with a team whose soul is not clear enough, since the protagonist can temporarily deviate, why do the secondary protagonists and supporting characters have to be kidnapped by morality?

Besides, this is in the face of the problem and the problem is unable to solve, and the help has been connected, it is better to take the time to rub the hemp and reduce the pressure than to turn into a pig teammate and find all kinds of trouble for the protagonist. (I won't say that this is Baojiang in order to sell a few more sets of mahjong, forcing me to forcibly implant it).

Lens cut off dust——。

The body was involuntarily pulled by the broadsword, stumbling and galloping straight back the mountain, stirring up the green branches all the way to tremble, and the flowers and rain became swirling.

Not a few, out of the spring forest to the winter mountain. When encountering a sharp turn, the dust behind the heavy did not have time to change lanes, and even if it collided head-on with the obstacle in front, it instantly bounced out, and plunged into the snow again, and fell into a lot of meat.

When he pulled his head out of the snow in a daze, it was just as the fireworks had finished blooming in the air, and they were scattered into ashes, and then fell on the white snow and lit up the rouge color.

Luochen subconsciously reached out to pick up the flying ashes, and realized in his heart that the "blood stains" on the mountain actually came from this way.

Then he lifted up his eyes and went after the place where the fireworks were rising, to see what was being set off, so that they fell to ashes and turned red like blood.

Who knows, as soon as I looked up, I was stunned.

On the slope there is a flat land flying out, and an epiphytic hydrospring is several acres in size. The water is as colored as blood, and the clouds are steaming. You may have just experienced a restlessness, and it is still boiling.

The man dressed in linen and filial piety stood on the shore, holding his broadsword with a sad and joyful expression.

Broadsword struggled from time to time, and I didn't know if I still wanted to continue to throw myself into the lake, or if I regretted my predecessor and was retreating in horror.

Luochen was stunned by the man's resolute temperament, but he didn't expect that after seeing his sword, he would lose his temper to the point of almost crying.

After a while, I came back to the taste.

Someone once said that his broadsword is suspected to be the sword of the Heavenly King, and the man is a close follower of the son of the world, and it is inevitable to be emotional when he sees the old things of the old master.

In this way, with this emotional bond at its disposal, isn't it a good time to ask questions and solve doubts?

So, he pushed away the snow and got up from the ground.

"Who?!" the man sensed, and immediately retracted his expression, and let out a sharp snort in the direction of the abnormal movement.

Luochen remembered that he was still in hiding, so he hurriedly withdrew the spell to resume his tracks, and bowed to the man: "Xiaoxian came with the sword, and he took the liberty to disturb him." ”

The man glanced at Luochen at the sword, and then looked at Luochen from head to toe a few times with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "What do you mean by 'coming with the sword'?"

"The sword in his hand is really Xiaoxian's. Somehow suddenly flew off, attracting Xiaoxian here. ”

The man glanced at the broadsword again, lifted it slightly, and asked Luochen, "You say, this is yours?"

Luochen saw that his eyes were sharp, his eyes were cold, and his heart was a little hairy. But after weighing it for a while, I still chose to tell the truth: "Yes." This sword originally came out of the small immortal house, so it was naturally a little immortal. ”

When the man heard this, his eyebrows moved, as if he had an incomprehensible look. Then he waved to Luochen without waves: "You come forward and speak." ”

Falling dust instinctively resisted, so he stood still. He replied: "If you can remove the spell clamp on the sword, Xiaoxian can immediately summon it back to the house, and I can try it for you on the spot." ”

"Where did the young man come from with all this nonsense, let you come, you will come!" the other party was obviously displeased.

Luochen hesitated slightly, and then walked over hard.

No, as soon as he stepped forward, the man actually made a secret plot quietly.

Holding the sword in one hand, he quietly withdrew it with the other, flipped his wrist and pinched his fingers against his legs, made a few incomprehensible tricks, and then flicked his fingers. Immediately, I saw that the arc light flashed rapidly, and it surrounded the falling dust from the bottom to the top, and the person was caught off guard on the spot.

Luochen was suddenly restrained, immediately startled, and then annoyed. While squirming and struggling, he shouted at the other party and asked, "What does this mean?!"

The man seemed to turn a deaf ear, and made up another blow to completely imprison the person. Then he took two steps forward and approached Luochen, and while carefully sifting his eyebrows and eyes, he reached out for his veins.

Qi Cong pointed out, drilled into the hole, and the dust had fallen into the inner mansion in a moment.

However, after wandering for a while, before reaching the depths, the other party suddenly stopped his hand, and actually looked up to the sky and laughed, saying "providence". It was almost insane.

Luochen didn't know the other party's thoughts, but he only thought that he had found out that his inner Yuan Fruit and the broadsword were compatible, and because he had something to do with the old man, he was overjoyed. This put away his annoyance, and said to the man: "Do you believe it, then let go of Xiaoxian quickly." ”

"Let you go?" the man curled his lips in confusion when he heard this, "No, I want to fulfill you." He muttered, but let go of the hand that clamped the broadsword, and sent it away.

Immediately, with the silent exclamation of falling dust, the streamer flashed, and the broadsword ran above the hot spring. Then the clouds hung half-obscured in the air, buzzing and trembling.

"What are you going to do here?" Luochen couldn't understand the man's intentions, and only felt that this person's self-talking attitude was very unpleasant. At the same time, he also felt that the inner house was implicated by the tremor of the broadsword, and he was a little disordered.

The other party had no intention of responding to him, so he turned to face the water.

Oh, I saw that the water that had gradually faded and gradually calmed down, suddenly the momentum returned, boiling and revived.

At first, it was just one after another, with occasional bubbles. After a while, as the bubbles became denser and the ups and downs became more and more rapid, the lake was already boiling.

And in the center of the boiling water, there is a spring burst, like a blast under it, urging the torrent to pour into the cang, and in a moment it will become a flower, and a huge circular cavity will be born in the middle.

It is like a sky inside, and it is like a tide outside, and the waves are surging one after another, forcing the surroundings to retreat and give way, and then lap on the shore.

The waves crashed on the shore, overflowing, and then along the old marks on the snow a few meandering waters, slowly moving away. On the white snow-capped mountains, I suddenly saw that "blood" flowed like an infusion.

The spring is boiling like a tide, and after the tea work, the soup is thick again, and it gradually becomes like a rolling porridge.

Like a spring of blood and water, it eventually becomes a pool of iron slurry, gold and silver are entangled, and it is wrapped in fire.

The iron slurry is still boiling, and occasionally droplets are splattered like beads. The catapult gradually denses and rises, tends to the blue sky, and scatters with fire, like fireworks.

Under the fireworks, the molten slurry was pulled out and towered, standing in the shape of a sword.

The boiling pool sword came out, surrounded by clusters, and then the stars and moons, from the central hollow, held out a huge furnace. The furnace contains fire, and the soldering iron outside the furnace is almost transparent. Because the shape of the vessel is exquisite, from a distance, it looks like a rare treasure.

This series of amazing scenes, the dust has no time to appreciate.

Ever since the broadsword had gone over the hot spring, he had been affected by its tremors, and he had gradually felt his heart beat faster and his breath disordered. By the time this scene changed, his limbs were weak and he was sweating.

I vaguely felt that the situation was a little bad, but it was not enough to break the man's actions, and because of the restraints of his body, he was powerless to control it.

After the furnace rises to the horizontal plane, it suddenly opens like a lotus and blooms into several petals. With a flash of brilliance, a sword king with brilliance crushed the surrounding vassals.

After Huaguang retreated, looking at its shape, it was still similar to the broadsword hanging above it, and there was no distinction between male and female. Looking at its qi again, it can be seen that it contains the same, almost the same as the broadsword that falls into the dust.

However, the two swords met in a narrow way, although they did not exclude each other, nor did they go on a blind date.

Suddenly, the man grabbed it with his backhand, and actually sent the dust to the boiling pool.