The sunlight shone brightly through the cabin window, and his eyes seemed to be shining with colorful neon, which was difficult to see. The eight women were suffocated, their ears and cheeks were hot, although his hair was unkempt and his clothes were ragged, but at this time, he was really as radiant as a fairy.

The Taoist priests looked at each other, searching their intestines and scraping their stomachs, but they couldn't think of such a character as "Xu Xian" in the Demon Gate. was intimidated by his momentum, but he couldn't find out the depth, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of joy on the beam, a snow-white sea holly rushed into Xu Xian's arms, flapped its wings, and pecked his cheek one after another. Xu Xuan's itching was unbearable, stroking the back of its neck, laughing, but tears couldn't help but slide down the corners of his eyes.

After a few years, seeing this eagle again is like a world away. For a while, he was filled with joy and sorrow, and it was difficult to hold himself. In this vast world, only this bird will never abandon itself.

The gray-haired Taoist priest's heart moved, although he had seen the divine bird on the beam, but he didn't expect it to have anything to do with the young man lying in the box like a zombie, seeing that his eyes were blocked by eagle wings, he shouted: "Do it" The silver light danced wildly, and the fifteen long swords stabbed towards Xu Xian like lightning.

The eight women's hearts sank, but they heard the sound of "bang bang", and all the Taoist priests shouted and turned over and threw away, hitting the cabin and the top wall hard, the wooden planks burst in response, and two of them even smashed the cabin window, dancing and falling into the sea of ice, freezing and screaming.

The gray-haired Taoist priest was furious, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, jumped up, and shouted, "Boy, who are you?" How could I be in Qingcheng Iron Sword Gate, the ...... of "knees suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a sharp cone, and my legs were weak, and I suddenly fell to the ground with a "tom".

Xu Xuan teased Hai Dongqing casually and sighed: "Brother Bird, I said that my name is Xu Xian, the immortal of the immortals." These bull noses don't remember well, and when they see that the gods have no respect, they shout and kill...... You say, should they be made to kneel down and apologize? ”

Before the words fell, there were "tom toms" all around, exclamations one after another, and all the Taoist priests just got up, and they all fell to their knees.

Wei Yan "poofed", couldn't help laughing, and the girls couldn't help laughing. Although I don't know whether this young man is friend or foe, and I can't see exactly how he acted, I am very happy to see him play with these despicable and vicious bulls.

Only Na Afu saw the clue and was greatly admired. Dare to love this young man's fingertips, and he actually hit the knees of all the Taoist priests in one go. Although there are not a few people in the world who can control the "air arrow", there are very few people who can make it so fast and accurate, and knock down thirteen people in an instant.

The gray-haired Taoist priest's face turned the color of pig liver, and he was shocked and angry.

This kid seems to be stinky, but he used a simple starting move of "Iron Sword Gate" to shock them all; Then he seemed to use the "shocking finger" of Wen Baoshan of the Lingbao Sect, and swept everyone down in an instant...... The cultivation is high and strong, which can be called terrifying.

Thinking about it, I can't think of when such a young master came out of the Dao Sect. Besides, if this kid is really from the Daomen, why is he mixed up with the demon girls of the "Valley of the Flowers"? Why is the true qi in the body so non-yin and non-yang, chaotic and weird?

Thousands of thoughts turned in his mind in an instant, and finally he still suppressed his anger, smiled at Xu Xian reluctantly, and arched his hand: "Zhang Conglong, who has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, has many offenses, and hopes that Your Excellency Haihan." The mountains do not turn around, if he is lucky enough to meet again in the future, and talk about wine, it will not be in vain to meet today......"

"Want to go?" Xu Xian raised his head and smiled slightly, but his eyes flashed with a cold light like lightning, "It doesn't matter if you offend me, it's a big deal that everyone kowtows eighteen times, and then cut off one of their own hands, and talk about making apologies." But in broad daylight, you tried in vain to insult these eight beautiful and lovely girls...... Hehe, I'll have to ask them if they can spare you. ”

The eighth girl was stunned, surprised and delighted, and she didn't expect him to stand up for herself. Meng Ye shouted: "Of course you can't think these stinky cownoses are Qingcheng Mountain?" Come as you say, go as you go, unless you cut off your legs and swim back from here."

The eighth sister and the unwoken girls also screamed out, and some said that how could they relieve their anger after looking at their legs? You have to peel the skin and cramp it; Some say that peeling cramps are still cheap for them, and they should be castrated directly; Others said that it was not necessary to cut off their heads and use them as flower bowls.

"Did you hear that? Do it yourself, or will I help you? Xu Xian looked around at the Taoist priests with a smile, his right hand was folded in the air, and with a "whew", a neon light sword more than three zhang long suddenly rushed out of his fist, reflecting his rainbow-like eyes, which was even more murderous and cold through the liver and gallbladder.

All the Taoist priests were awe-inspired, and Zhang Conglong's face was even more ugly.

As the head of the "Flying Sword Gate", he has been shrouded by Liao Ruowu's shadow for 20 years, and he is determined to make a name for himself in the various factions in Qingcheng, so this time he volunteered to be a pathfinder and make the first contribution. Whoever wants to succeed in the division, even before the door of the "City That Never Sleeps" is next to each other, he falls on his heels in front of this zombie boy who doesn't know the origin, loses face, and his ambition is even more in vain.

But at this time, the arrow was on the string, and he had to fight to the end, and shouted in a deep voice: "Array" figures are staggered, three or three in groups, and the two Taoist priests who fell into the sea also jumped back into the cabin, instantly forming a plum blossom array, and the long sword was suspended in the air, swaying with their fingers.

On Mount Emei that day, Xu Xianlian was chased and intercepted by the Dragon and Tiger Taoists, the Liangyi Sword Sect, and the Flying Sword Gate; Later, he was betrayed by his uncle Cheng Zhongfu, and his family was ruined; Even if he fled to the sea by boat, he was almost killed by Bai Bi and Yi Shui Han...... I really hate the Taoist priests of all factions. After sleeping for several years, as soon as I opened my eyes, I bumped into these shameless fornications, and all the new and old hatreds came to my heart, and I had already started to kill.

At this time, seeing the sword light flickering, like plum blossoms dancing, he remembered the old thing that pestered Cheng Zhongfu in the past and said that this regretful flower flying sword array, he became more and more angry, and laughed loudly: "Don't come to the spring half, it is shocking and soft." The brick falls like snow, and the body is still full of ......"

The laughter was like thunder, shaking everyone's blood and blood, Zhang Conglong knew that something was wrong, and shouted: "Out of the sword" As soon as the words fell, the neon light danced in front of him, Xu Xian had penetrated the sword array like lightning, and said with a smile: "The news of the wild goose has no evidence, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning to the road......

I only heard the "Dangdang" shock, the long swords collided with each other, the surrounding screams were repeated, the severed limbs flew sideways, and the bloody blood sprayed all over Zhang Conglong's face. He was dazzled, and his heart sank suddenly, like falling into an ice abyss: "Could it be that this person is the Demon Emperor Lin Lingsu?" ”

In a moment, this kid actually used more than 30 moves from the "Iron Sword Gate", Longhu Mountain, Emei Seventy-two Temples and Demon Sects, some of which were converted from the sword technique, and some were changed from the staff method...... Powered by his qi sword, it was plausible, and he could do whatever he wanted, but his power seemed to have skyrocketed by more than ten times

Before he could stop thinking about it, he heard Xu Xian Chang smile again: "...... Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live" It was dark in front of him, and he was swept up by the fierce air wave and crashed into the top wall, "boom", crushing the cabin roof like a hurricane, breaking through the blue dome, and the fishy sweetness surged.

The sky was spinning, the sun was shining, the blood beads were melodiously flipping around, and there were slowly whirling severed hands and feet, as well as human heads with round eyes and screaming with open mouths......

He was frightened and frightened, like a nightmare, and out of the corner of his eye, the demonic boy was still holding the qi sword, slowly flying and following closely behind, the rainbow-like eyes staring at him coldly, the anger was like a burn, and countless shattered sword blades were surrounded by meteor showers.

Then there was a "snort" sound, the robes burst out one after another, the blood was fierce, and pieces of broken blades pierced through his skin, spinning and dancing out, fingers, palms, arms, legs...... Race to the top. He heard a terrible howl come out of his throat, and then he was instantly overwhelmed by the endless pain and darkness, and everything disappeared.

Xu Xian roared loudly, fierce and fierce, and as the whirling qi sword continued to rush up more than ten zhang away, the full of grief and hatred seemed to be blown away by the drumming wind.

The Condor roared and flew up and down around him. He hung in the wind, hunting in his clothes, standing at the highest place in the clouds, overlooking the thousands of miles of oceans, shining with golden light, listening to his roar echoing in the sky and the sea, and suddenly there was a kind of sadness and desolation that was unbearable in the heights.

In his life, he had never been so close to the heavens, but he had never been so lonely. If the so-called immortal is to isolate the seven emotions and six desires, control the wind too empty, that is, to assimilate with heaven and earth, and turn the clouds and rain, then is he considered an immortal now?

But why, he doesn't feel the slightest bit of freedom and happiness? Why in the bottom of his heart, has he never missed the land beyond the vast clouds in the south so much? Have I ever missed the same broken leg, but the happy, naughty young man who was so young?

During the years when the ice tower was asleep, he was always sensing the yin and yang changes of the universe with the change of day and night in the North Sea; All the time, with the dazzling light of the aurora, the chaotic five elements of true qi are refined; Even the undead who wandered in the abyss seemed to seep into his pores with the flow, breathing.

The Beidou is new in 100,000 years, and the sun and moon are wiped out in 10 billion years. Heaven and earth are impermanent, and the wind and moon are always new. And what about him? Is he still his former self?

The white clouds fluttered carelessly, passing around and below him. His shadow was reflected in the colorful aura, swaying and flickering, looming, so strange and strange.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

The howling winds in all directions seemed to be pressing in my ears. He clenched his fists, opened his mouth wide, his throat burning like a fire, and tried to shout his name out loud to the south, but tears welled up in his eyes. In the past, I went back, the willows were still there, the world was so big, but no one knew him anymore. Even if there are billions of people, what does it have to do with him?

At this moment, under the firmament of the North Sea, above the clouds, he was like a kite with a broken string, and he could no longer find his direction.