The sword was like a flying locust, buzzing.

Countless flying swords were like three waterfalls falling from the sky, intertwined with ferocity and slammed into the winter fall that trembled like a reef.

Although Dongluo was already grinning in pain, he was still shouting, "Aren't you a sword? The swords have come down, why haven't you come down, you have come down to kill me!

The young man with the negative sword was so angry that he grinded his teeth, and the three sword streams grew again, and the sound of hitting the fiery red armor was clanging, crisp and urgent.

Dongluo snorted, his throat moved slightly, and he forcibly swallowed the blood that poured into his throat, "I just like the feeling that you can't get used to me but can't kill me, and you will come down and kill me! You don't have a seeded thing, if you hadn't run fast on Longquan before, and your mother wouldn't know you if I hadn't beaten you, I wouldn't be your father's half-brother. ”

The young man with the sword had blue tendons on his forehead, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a few points.

If it weren't for taking a step back and leaving the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, he really wanted to go down now and hack to death that kid who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Even if he fights not to continue to climb, he is willing.

But after taking a step back, maybe his attack hadn't landed on Dongluo's head, so he withdrew from the Dragon Gate Secret Realm first.

There was a sense of grievance in his heart, and he had felt very aggrieved since he met Dongluo.

Earlier, he thought that he would be the first to cross the vast Longquan Mountain Range to the Longquan Ferry, but he was taken by Winter Fall.

Later, on Longquan, he wanted to quietly absorb the dense qi to strengthen his soul, but he was interrupted again and again by the winter fall.

The next big battle made him feel extremely aggrieved, and he originally thought that he would win the enemy, but he didn't expect to be countered by the enemy.

The more the sword-bearing youth thought about it, the more angry he became, and the sword was like a tide, and his momentum became more and more fierce.

Dongluo screamed in pain, "Your uncle, Lao Tzu, this is Huluo Pingyang was bullied by your dog, and the dragon was trapped in the shallows by you, the king of the eight plays." ”

The young man with the sword had blue tendons on his forehead, and said I am Wang Ba? Who the fuck is Wang Ba, can't you see? Who is hiding in the turtle shell like a turtle with a shrunken head, you don't know.

You're the fucking king, you're the fiery red king, and your whole family is the king.

The angry young man with the negative sword shouted: "One sword gives birth to the world, and one sword shines in Kyushu." ”

With a loud shout from the young man with the negative sword, the original three sword streams merged into one and turned into a shocking giant sword, falling from the sky.

This sword is very similar to the sword on the dragon spring that day, and even the scene is very similar, but the two swords are also a little different, that is, the speed. If the sword on Longquan is overwhelming, then this sword is purely to win quickly.

The blade of this sword is like a shock, menacing, lying on the dragon ladder in the winter. He didn't even have time to let out a roar, and in an instant, he was covered by the white sword qi.

Originally, before the fight, the young man with the sword who was never willing to say more than half a word when the victory was not scored, said it for the first time

The phrase, "Don't pretend to be too many, otherwise you won't be collected by others." ”

After saying this, the young man with the sword sat on the dragon ladder with his ass, sweating like rain, and most of the white jade steps were wet in an instant, and the whole person had a feeling of losing his strength, which showed that the sword that fell from the sky just now was also a great load on him, and it would be difficult to bear it for a while.

However, when he looked at the place that was wrapped in white sword qi, he had a faint expectation in his heart, Bi Jing was already the strongest move he could use in the Dragon Gate Secret Realm. It is not much more powerful than the sword that was used on the dragon spring before.

This move may be average in the Dragon Gate Secret Territory, because in addition to being extremely fast, it is not a one-hit winning trick, but it is different in this Dragon Gate Secret Territory, and it can definitely sweep a piece. Because no one in this Dragon Gate Secret Territory can be faster than a sword.

He believed that under this sword, the young man would not have the opportunity to take out the bronze mirror again, because one step was fast, one step was fast.

The speed of the person who draws the sword is fast, then the life of the person who bears the sword is short.

Fast, in itself, is a force that should not be underestimated.

The young man with the sword negative looked at the collision center of the sword qi with satisfaction, and exhaled lightly, "Let's see if I can break your turtle shell this time." I'm not your father's half-brother. ”

Dongluo only saw a white light falling from the sky, and he closed his eyes with a sigh in his heart. silently waited for fate to judge him.

And then there was no more.

The expected pain did not come, nor did the expected explosion of blood.

Could it be that the speed was too fast and he died before he felt the pain?

Dongluo opened his eyes a little puzzled, he was still on the dragon ladder, and he was not dead. The vertical and horizontal sword qi, the snow-white sword light still wrapped him tightly.

He felt the tip of a sharp bronze sword against his heart, unable to move an inch.

Dongluo turned his head and glanced over his shoulder at the sword erected on his back heart, simple, vicissitudes, just one glance, under the dazzling white light and sharp sword qi, Dongluo's eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

The bronze longsword was blocked by the fiery red armor, and only a click was heard, and a light wave flashed from the collision between the tip of the sword and the fiery red armor, and a little red ash fell to the ground on the rusty fiery red armor.

The fiery red armor became clean and radiant.

At the place where the tip of the sword collided with the fiery red armor, it seemed that something was coming out of the fiery red armor, squeezing the unwilling bronze long sword back little by little.

Since Dongluo was lying on the dragon ladder, he couldn't see anything growing out of the fiery red armor at all, and he could only see the bronze sword retreating slightly.

After exiting a certain distance, Winterfall finally saw what was growing out of the fiery red armor.

A fiery red lotus bud.

Xiao Lotus showed sharp corners, and there was already a sword tip on it.

The lotus flower that has not bloomed, the tip of the lotus and the tip of the sword,-for-tat.

When the lotus flower bud is three feet three inches long, it finally stops growing.

bronze

The sword aura of the ancient sword poured down, still enveloping the entire staircase, but it could no longer hurt Dongluo Fenhao.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, the lotus blossomed.

The lotus flowers swayed and sprinkled patches of clear light, enveloping the winter fall.

The fiery red lotus flower and the bronze long sword, the Yuanting Yuezhi.

Under the shroud of Lotus Qinghui, the injuries on Dongluo's body began to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye, and both the sword qi and the sword light were gradually dissipating.

The bronze sword seemed to be extremely afraid of the fiery red glow, and instantly retreated.

Lotus didn't chase after it, and after completely healing Dongluo's injuries, it withered silently.

Some petals flew into the sky, and the ancient sword retreated.

Some of the petals fall towards the dragon ladder, and the dragon ladder loses color.

Some petals float to the green hills, and the green mountains are far away.

"Smack" "Slap" "Slap"

As if the ice edge had exploded, the flying petals shattered again, and then turned into flames and burst into flames.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, Dongluo suddenly felt his eyes light up.

When he looked closely, he found that the flames had been burned out, and the dusk was still the same dusk.

Dongluo glanced at the intact palm, looked at the stunned young man with the sword and laughed: "Come on! ”

The fiery red armor is indeed the backer of the young man who dares to call the sword, Bi Jing's last battle of Longquan is still vivid, whether it is the earth-shattering sword of the young man with the sword, or the ultimate soul burning ancient flame of Chu is very strong, if it weren't for his crooked fight, it happened to be the right meeting, then I don't know who will die in the first battle!

It can be said that the battle was not fought by strength, not by cultivation, but by luck.

Of course, this battle was also played by luck.

And he, as luck would have it, bet right.

Moreover, it is fate that is gambled.

So, it's hard for him not to be happy.

The sword-bearing young man was not shocked to the point of hysteria and yelled, but the frustration in his eyes could not be concealed.

Lost again, and against the same person.

The young man with the sword smiled bitterly and took back the bronze sword flying in the air, and the bronze sword split into three again and returned to his back.

The young man with the sword couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood anymore, and his whole expression instantly withered, and he muttered, "I lost." ”

Although Dongluo was still lying on the ground, the smile on his face couldn't be stopped, and he was about to laugh out of a flower, "I just wanted to remind you that you lost, but since you already know that you lost, then I won't remind you that you lost." Bi Jing, this is the second time you have lost, if I mention that you have lost again, isn't that revealing your scars and sprinkling salt on your wounds? ”

Dongluo's eyes turned to the young man with the negative sword, and said in a serious tone: "I see that your eyes are a little confused! Don't worry, I won't say that you lost this matter, so I won't say it." I won't go out of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm and say that whoever is defeated by me

hand, and more than once. I won't go to those down-and-out literati to help me write a biography of a ranger, and write about who originally wanted to beat me, but was defeated twice by me. Rest assured, I'm not that kind of person. ”

When it was over, Dongluo asked again, "By the way, who is that, what is your name?" I'll have to memorize the name, or I'll accidentally show my mouth. Then I'd be guilty of too much. ”

The young man with the negative sword wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes changed unpredictably, "Qi Tian." ”

"Qi Tian. Good name, very domineering!" Dongluo's eyes lit up slightly, and then said: "Only the big villain in the biography of the living ranger has a name! ”

The young man with the sword had a blue tendon on his forehead, and snorted coldly, "Really?"

Dongluo looked at the young man with a little doubt.

The young man with the sword suddenly stepped towards Dongluo.

Dongluo's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly took a step to the side on his stomach.

The young man with the sword laughed, "Haha, it's also a coward." I'm waiting for you outside the secret of the Dragon Gate, don't worry, I will help you find a few down-and-out literati, as for your name, I don't need to know, because in my Ranger biography you will be killed by the protagonist with a sword, and people like you don't deserve a name. ”

Dongluo looked at the figure of the sword-negative young man gradually disappearing into the secret territory of Longquan, and his face was pale.

After a long time, Dong Luo snorted coldly, "If I can get out of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, if I don't beat your mother and don't know you, I won't be your father's half-brother." ”

Winterfall once again lowered his gaze to the end of the dragon ladder.

The mountains are on high places, and people are on higher places.

(End of chapter)