The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Gradually, the sky and the earth became blurred, and the raindrops fell to the ground, and the water vapor raised after bursting was like a rising curtain covering the heavens and the earth.

Outside North Los Angeles.

The carriage was beaten by the rain.

Inside the carriage, it was as quiet as ever.

The carriage of Mobeike and the carriage of the national teacher Kong Xiu were far away, and both sides saw each other, but they never touched each other.

The green ox made a splash of three feet, and Li Sansi rode the bull with an umbrella, with a wooden sword pinned to his waist, swaying.

On the road, a horse-drawn carriage galloped by, raising the rain on the ground.

Li Sansi glanced at the carriage.

It was a familiar figure riding the horse.

"Old ten. ”

Li Sansi shouted.

The voice was swallowed up by the rain in an instant, however, Nie Changqing heard it, looked at Li Sansi, and bowed slightly.

He understood what Li Sansi's purpose was here.

Xie Yunling called Hua Dongliu, who had the name of the Sword Saint of the Sword Sect, and the Zhuzi Gong of the Organ Family, to go to Beiluo together, which was something he never expected.

Nie Changqing remembered that Xie Yunling had asked him about the strength of his son.

Nie Changqing said that Lu Fan's strength is very strong, so strong that he is not afraid of being the enemy of the whole world.

However.

Xie Yunling still came after all.

Is this the last stubbornness of the sons of the hundred schools?

Nie Changqing sighed lightly.

He slowed down the carriage.

Xu Xing with Li Sansi's green cow.

Li Sansi looked at the carriage, as if he had seen through the silent woman sitting in the carriage at a glance.

Nie Changqing didn't speak, and Li Sansi didn't speak.

One man rode a bull, and the other rode a horse, and under the hazy smoke and rain, they traveled to the outside of Beiluo City.

They saw the carriage of Mobeike, and also saw the carriage of the Confucian national teacher.

Li Sansi chuckled, the giant of the Mo family, the Confucian national teacher, actually came......

Coupled with Lu Dongxuan, the Tianji family in Beiluo City, all the sons and hundreds of families have almost arrived.

Mo Ju saw Li Sansi and Nie Changqing.

Mo Tianyu also saw it.

The two sides were speechless.

Li Sansi chuckled, his voice lingering in the rain.

"Old ten, you broke into the Dao Sect single-handedly, and I was not there that day. ”

"As the first disciple of the Taoist Sect, the first Li Sansi of the Taoist Sect, I was not there that day, it was my fault, today, it is the right time, you and I will make a conclusion for the Taoist Sect. ”

Li Sansi said.

On the carriage, Nie Changqing was slightly stunned.

Puzzled and surprised, he glanced at Li Sansi.

"You've changed. ”

Nie Changqing said.

"I feel like you've got a stronger heart......"

Nie Changqing leaned on the carriage frame, and his faint voice fluttered, like Li Sansi, overshadowing the roar of the rain.

If it was Li Sansi in the past, he would be happy to avoid the war.

Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu didn't speak, and in fact, it wasn't their turn to interject.

"Yes, after going through some things, I feel that it is necessary to become stronger, and if I don't become stronger, I don't even have the qualifications to guard, and the truth is so cruel. ”

Li Sansi held an umbrella, and the edge of the umbrella was like a pillar of rain, constantly sliding down.

"Come on, if you can't win me, I'll take Sister Ru back. ”

Li Sansi said with a smile.

Of course, he was just joking, he knew Nie Changqing's weaknesses very well, how to force him to fight.

Nie Changqing's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his bearded mouth twitched slightly.

"Back then, you were the first, I was the tenth, and I didn't even have the qualifications to swing a knife at you. ”

"Originally, there were still some regrets in the Dao Sect, but now, this regret can be made up, and you don't have to use Ru'er to provoke me. ”

Nie Changqing said.

With his words, the pig-killing knife placed on the side of the carriage frame suddenly began to tremble.

The next moment, it turned into a black light and suddenly burst out.

Rumble!

With Nie Changqing's body as the center, a wave of aura fluctuations spread, and the shocking rain curtain was blasted out of the void.

"Yo, above the Qi Dan?"

Li Sansi chuckled.

The next moment, the breath on his body shook, and the surrounding rain curtains were dispersed.

The umbrella was closed and folded on the back of the green ox, Li Sansi's face was straight, and the wooden sword on his waist was slowly pulled out, and he knocked the cow's head lightly.

"What a coincidence...... Me too. ”

Boom!

The words fell.

The rain in front of Li Sansi turned into a sharp arrow and threw it at Nie Changqing on the carriage.

The raindrops that were shaken in front of Nie Changqing also smashed over.

In front of the two, the rain curtain exploded, like thousands of Xiaoice beads sprinkled on the thick ice, constantly beating.

The strong spiritual pressure made Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu in the distance inexplicably frightened.

Inside two carriages.

Mo Beike and Kong Xiu were both squinting.

Inside the city, outside the city, there is a good show.

......

On the surface of the lake, the pouring rain has smashed thousands of ripples.

The lone boat came to a standstill in the lake.

Xie Yunling looked at the island, the white-clothed young man in the pavilion, and couldn't help but squint.

This picturesque boy is the rumored Beiluo Ping'an?

The peerless young master of Lu?

The rain soaked Xie Yunling's clothes, and his palms in his wide sleeves couldn't help but clench.

"Old Lu Tou, your Tianji family has already joined Bai Yujing, do you still want to participate in this battle?"

Xie Yunling looked at Lu Dongxuan beside him and said.

Hua Dongliu and Gong Yiyu also turned their heads and looked at Lu Dongxuan, who was dressed in white, and in this gray world, he looked a little eye-catching.

Especially the big gold chain around the neck is even more arrogant.

Lu Dongxuan's furrowed face shook like a swimming snake, and he was laughing.

He recalled the scene from the previous moment.

......

Under the gloomy sky.

Lu Dongxuan climbed to the second floor of Bai Yujing's pavilion step by step, standing behind Lu Fan, who was sitting in a silver wheelchair with his back to him.

"Childe ......"

Lu Dongxuan shook his white shirt and knelt on the ground.

He opened his mouth to speak.

But Lu Fan interrupted him.

"Go, if you want to go, let my son feel the strength of the hundreds of sons who once stirred the world. ”

Lu Fan's faint voice came, which made Lu Dongxuan's body shake.

"There is still such a thing as feelings. ”

"Today, you are Lu Dongxuan, the son of the Tianji Family, not the Pavilion Master of the Tianji Pavilion of Bai Yujing. ”

Lu Dongxuan's heartstrings seemed to be fluctuating, his lips pursed, and finally solemnly kowtowed.

"Thank you, Childe. ”

......

The picture is shattered.

Lu Dongxuan came back to his senses, looked at Xie Yunling beside him, smiled, and shook the big gold chain around his neck.

"In this battle, count me as the first one in Lao Lu. ”

Lu Dongxuan's words made Xie Yunling's eyes condense slightly.

Then.

All three laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the surface of the lake, drowning out the sound of the rain.

Startled the fish scurrying around in the water.

Boom!

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

The Sword Saint Hua Dongliu moved first.

He didn't underestimate anything, and the old sword that had accompanied him for decades suddenly came out of its sheath.

The sword light like a match shredded the rain curtain that fell from the sky, cutting the rain curtain into a hollow.

The sound of the sword roaring resounded like a dragon.

The sword intent on Hua Dongliu's body became more and more powerful, and the rain slapped against his body, and he couldn't stop the flying of his clothes.

The blade of the sword slammed into the lake, exploding into a splash.

Hua Dongliu brandished his sword and ran quickly across the lake, stepping towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Xie Yunling also rushed out, his body leaned down, two fingers plunged into the lake, and then, suddenly hooked.

The lake suddenly "banged" and exploded two water columns.

Xie Yunling stood on the lonely boat, constantly painting, the water column lingering around his body, and there was a faint array pattern emerging.

Then, he jerked forward.

The array exploded into the lake.

Xie Yunling stepped on the lake water array and rushed onto the island.

Gong Yu looked at Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu who were leaving, his eyes fluctuated, what the organ is good at is the trap beast, but in addition to the trap beast, the organ is best at making hidden weapons.

The trap beast is useless to Lu Fan, therefore, Gong Yu plans to take out the hidden weapon at the bottom of the box this time.

Boom!

He took the lonely boat's penny.

Thrown out suddenly, his body stood on the penny of the boat and rowed out, speeding towards the shore.

And his arms, which seemed to be made of metal, clenched violently, and there was a sonorous sound, and then it continued to resound.

ClickClick......

Between kneading, there is a screeching sound of metal rubbing.

The water of the lake rippled.

The male loser is extremely serious and meticulous.

Finally.

Between his hands, a metal flower bone emerged from his hand.

The beautiful pattern, like the most beautiful poison in the world, deeply attracts people's attention.

"Institutional ...... The head of the hidden weapon, the rainstorm pear blossom. ”

Hoarse with a bit of excitement lingering in Beiluo Lake.

On a lonely boat.

Lu Dongxuan sat cross-legged, his white shirt soaked by the rain, and his white hair was stuck to his forehead by the rain.

He had a smile and nostalgia on his face.

Faintly, he seemed to see the four people from decades ago, when he was just a hairy boy, young and immature.

At that time, Xie Yunling was still a little Taoist priest with low self-esteem.

The Sword Saint Hua Dongliu is just a swordsman who carries three boxes of the beginning and the end of the south.

At that time, they fought side by side, stirring up the storm in the world's martial arts, and making a name for themselves.

And now, decades have passed.

They have already become the sons of a hundred schools, and they gather again to fight the final battle for the end of the era.

Lu Dongxuan's eyes suddenly froze, and he lost the smile of getting rich in the past.

He's serious, he's serious.

"Childe...... Offended. ”

Lu Dongxuan muttered.

The next moment.

His hand rested on the large gold chain around his neck.

The gold chain suddenly fell off and turned into seven gold cylinders.

Between the bursts of qi and blood and the surging of spiritual energy, seven golden cylinders actually floated in the air.

"Fight according to my deduction. ”

Lu Dongxuan shouted.

With a slam push of both palms, the seven suspended gold cylinders began to rotate wildly, and the sound of "buzzing" resounded endlessly.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Yiyu were all shocked and heard Lu Dongxuan's words.

"Lao Xie, Northeast thirty. ”

"Lao Hua, the sword is in the middle!"

"Gong loses, southwest thirty-six!"

"I'm waiting for you to resist the spiritual pressure, and you only have a chance to strike!"

Lu Dongxuan burst out loud.

Then, his palms slammed outward.

Between the rotation of the seven gold cylinders, the harshness became more and more harsh.

On an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Mu had mixed emotions, Jing Yue looked at the figure coming from the middle of the treading water, and pursed his lips.

Although Ni Yu, Yi Yue, Bai Blue Bird and others had curiosity on their faces, they were not too excited.

Mingyue sits on the bluestone, the crisp hand falls on the pipa, accompanied by the rapid sound of rain, the sound of playing, the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, crisp and pleasant.

None of them made a move.

Even Ning Zhao, who was in the Body Hiding Realm, didn't make a move.

Just quietly hold an umbrella for Lu Fan.

The second floor of the Bai Yujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan leaned on a silver wheelchair and held a sunspot in his hand.

Looking at the three people who came from three directions, their faces were as usual, and they fell gently.

Smack.

The terrifying spiritual pressure was suddenly released!

Rumble!

Like a storm, it spread out around Lu Fan's body.

Lu Pan didn't use the spiritual pressure of the third layer of qi refining, he still only used the spiritual pressure of the second layer of qi refining.

Because he wanted to see the true strength of the hundred schools of thought.

Well?

Suddenly, Lu Fan's eyebrows raised.

The spiritual pressure spreads around his body, but there is also a weak position, ordinary people can't find it at all, and they don't have a chance to find it, but Lu Dongxuan has found it.

The direction that Lu Dongxuan said is the weak point of spiritual pressure.

Although he can't drain away all the spiritual pressure, he can break through the surface with a point and drain away the spiritual pressure in these three places, creating opportunities for Hua Dongliu, Xie Yunling and Gong Yiyu!

The three Xie Yunling, who originally felt that their throats were choked.

The body is loose.

They understood that it was Lu Dongxuan who resisted the spiritual pressure for them.

They didn't hesitate.

have landed on the islands.

The blood in the body boiled and rushed out.

The three old men showed a stronger fighting spirit and will than the young people.

Boom!

"Young Master Lu, in the lower ...... Daozong, Xie Yunling, please advise!"

The rain slapped on his face, and between Xie Yunling's bursts of drinking, the lake array drawn by his two fingers was suddenly photographed by him.

Between the rotation of the array, there was actually a faint water snake coming out of it.

pounced on Lu Fan, who was sitting on the second floor of the pavilion.

Hoarse and low, like gravel sharpened words, rang out from the mouth of Gong Yu.

"Young Master Lu, in the lower ...... Organists, Gong loses feathers, please advise!"

The words fell.

The metal flower that he held tightly in his hand was like a bamboo dragonfly, and it flew out with the sound of metal rubbing.

There was a sonorous sound, the metal flower seemed to come to life, the petals bloomed, and the fine silver needles accompanied by the rain, densely packed, and roared towards Lu Fan.

A sharp sword groan.

The Sword Saint Hualiu Hualiu, a sword was drawn, and in the air, a silver glow appeared.

One into two, two into three, three into five!

Five into ten!

One sword turns into ten eastward swords!

Ten swords slashed down from all directions, as if a waterfall was flowing eastward!

"Young Master Lu, in the lower ...... Sword Sect, East China Stream!Please advise!"

The three sons, at this moment, seem to have washed away the lead dust and twilight, showing the ultimate elegance!

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