Hearing Long Jue's shout, Luan Tian stopped hitting the Chaos Bell, and the purple blood vine quietly disappeared into his body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, all traces of the Arhats disappeared. The surroundings suddenly lit up, Luan Tian looked around, and he was still standing in Cave 70. On the other side, Long Jue stared at him with a smile.

"Little monk, admit towel!"

Long Jue raised his face with a single palm, which was a single palm salute of the Buddhist family, and turned around and wanted to go out.

"Brother Long, slow down!"

Long Jue stopped, his face surprised.

"How... Admit it... Admit defeat... ”

"Brother Long misunderstood, Yimou didn't mean that, you don't have to leave."

"Why?"

"Because after lowering the interest rate for a few minutes, I will leave and challenge Cave 60!"

"That's it..."

Long Jue scratched his head, a trace of shyness appeared on his face, his eyes glanced at Luan Tian, and continued:

"Sixty Cave No. 60, you can try it, no... but... Be careful! That... Boy: No, it's hard to deal with!! ”

"Thank you Brother Long for reminding me!"

Luan Tian hugged his fist at Long Jue, and then he was no longer polite, sat down on the spot, and exerted his strength in the transformation of yin and yang. On his body, a white mist suddenly shrouded him, and the yin and yang fish swam away. Long Jue on the side looked at him, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"The monk of the sixth, sixty, is called, and is called a sword. He's... His sword... ”

Long Jue sat down cross-legged beside Luan Tian, muttering while cultivating, obviously for Luan Tian.

"Hmmm! Thank you, Brother Dragon! ”

Luan Tian nodded slightly, and the yin and yang kept changing. A hearty smile appeared on Long Jue's face, and he didn't continue.

After a hundred breaths, Luan Tian stood up and hugged his fist at Long Jue:

"Brother Long, I'm going to challenge the Sword Essence, I'll meet again!"

"Goodbye..."

Long Jue clasped his hands together in front of Luan Tian, Luan Tian turned around, flew out of Long Jue's cave, and flew towards Cave No. 60.

"The sword essence is superb, could it be the Sword Sect's? The number one Nine Song is from the Sword Sect. It seems that it should be a fierce rival! ”

During the flight, Luan Tiantian was thinking about it. Soon, they came to the door of Cave No. 60. At this time, outside the Bihai Floating Massacre, there were already many viewers paying attention to Luan Tian.

In just a few days, this monk named Yimu, who had not moved in the ranking, suddenly rose from one hundred and ninety to seventy. This kind of speed is very rare.

Besides, everyone knows that the higher you go, the more difficult it is to rise in the rankings. And this Yimu's speed has not slowed down much. Of course, the audience likes to see the wonderful scenes the most, Luan Tian's rising speed makes this game a little*, and many people began to talk about him:

"Seventy, seventy taken!"

"What a fuss! He had already taken it, and he had already flown to the door of Cave 60!! ”

The one who spoke was also a monk, and he glanced at the audience around him, as if he could capture Luan Tian's latest movements, which was also an honor.

"Cut... A few tea times ago, he was still in Cave 80! ”

The white-eyed monk muttered, stopped talking, and turned his head to look in the direction of Cave Sixty.

At this time, the void and color space in mid-air also paid special attention to Luan Tian. The empty roast duck has been eaten, and now in his left hand is a bunch of grapes that he got out of nowhere, and he is picking them one by one with his right hand and throwing them into his mouth.

"Look, I'm right, this kid named Yimu is really not idle! I dare say that in the end, he can finish in the top 10! ”

Sekong was smiling all over his face, and the fan shook and swayed, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

In Cave No. 60, Luan Tian had already stepped in. Before entering the door, he swept in with his divine sense, and sitting cross-legged inside was a white-clothed monk, with a white robe, white shoes, white socks, and even the sword inserted in the side, all flashing with white light.

This man's long hair was also snow-white. And, for some reason, he wears a white mask and can't see his true face. There is only one pair of eyes, and two lines of gaze are shot, as white as a sword!

Luan Tian hugged his fist at the sword spirit as before, and Lang Lang said:

"Brother Jian, in the lower Wanhualou Yimu, I have come to ask for advice, please give advice!"

The sword spirit absolutely Luan Tian nodded slightly, did not make a sound, behind the white mask, I don't know what the expression is.

Luan Tian saw that the sword spirit had no other reaction, his mind flickered, and hundreds of purple blood vines swung out from behind him, dancing and stretching in front of him, to show that he was ready to attack.

At this moment, the sword spirit who was sitting cross-legged was still sitting cross-legged, his right hand waved suddenly, and the sword inserted in his hand suddenly broke out with a dragon roar, and a flash of fine light flashed towards Luan Tian like lightning, stabbing over!

At the same time as this sword stabbed out, several strong winds flew out with the sound of breaking the sky from inside the blades of the sword spirit's extremely wide robes. The moment the strong wind flew out, the stabbing swords instantly transformed into hundreds, like a rain of swords, falling towards Luan Tian!

The hundreds of swords that have been conjured up, each of which is like substance, has the power of a medium-grade magic weapon! I can't tell which one is true and which one is false, perhaps, it's all true! Because the fierce murderous aura emanating from each sword is so real!

When the fake is true, it is also false, and when it is false, it is also true.

What a fast sword, what a sharp sword rain!!

Luan Tian didn't dare to slack off, his body shook again, and hundreds of purple blood vines were born behind him again, and thousands of purple blood vines roared at the same time, and his head faced the sword rain and pounced!

"呲~~~呲~~~呲~~~呲~~~"

After a few small sounds, hundreds of blood-colored heads landed almost simultaneously. All of them were slashed by the sword in the rain of swords, and they were cut down accurately! This scene is extremely similar to the original competition with the Silver Armor Monk, except that the sword is extremely good, and it is faster!

And it's not a little bit fast, it's just unbelievably fast, and the fast purple blood vine doesn't have time to grow again. Sword Rain, after cutting off hundreds of purple blood vines, has already fallen towards Luan Tian again!

Luan Tian was shocked, and at this moment, the sword spirit let out a burst of shouts from his mouth:

"Sword formation! Rise!!! ”

As the mantra was recited, he raised his hands, and suddenly, hundreds of cold swords suddenly drilled out on the hard stone ground! These swords seemed to grow from the ground, and after drilling out of the ground, they were as fast as lightning from the bottom to the top, stabbing at the soles of Luan Tian's feet!!

At this time, he was no longer allowed to think about it, Luan Tian shouted, and his body suddenly flew backwards. The moment his body rose sideways, he waved his left hand, "Huh~~~" The Yanlong Fist and the Silver Dragon Gun Soul flew out at the same time!

The three-color flame dragon hit the sword essence directly in the chest, and the silver dragon spear soul, after letting out a dragon roar, shuttled and swam to absorb the sword soul in the sword rain!

At the same time, Luan Tian's body shook, and thousands of purple blood vines snaked out, blocking the attack of the sword rain from different angles. At this time, the sword array drilled out of the ground had already arrived in front of Luan Tian's eyes.

Brightly flickering, countless sword tips were less than ten inches away from his front door! Luan Tian could already clearly feel that the cold air coming from the sword was chilling!