I only heard a clear sound from the pass, and the Ming Hong knife jumped into his hand. Yan Xin just stretched out his jade arm casually, and drew out the quiet and blue jade flute in his sleeve, the jade hand opened slightly, held the jade flute across his chest, and looked at Li Luo with a smile.

Li Luo exhaled slightly, watching the battle between Yanxin and Leng Bing back then, although the swordsmanship of Bing Leng was outstanding, but Yanxin's jade flute was not weak, especially the timbre of the jade flute when he was full of energy, at that time Li Luo had the illusion that if these notes could be made into a tune, there was probably no one in the world who was the opponent of this woman. I don't know if Yanxin's martial arts have improved to the point where Li Luo guessed and guarded back then.

At the same time as this jade flute reappeared, bursts of red light emanated from the body of the Ming Hong knife, and then a blood-red lark emerged from the knife without pause, which was especially dazzling at night. One, two, three, until finally there were eleven larks dancing around Li Luo, some snuggling on Li Luo's shoulders, some climbing Li Luo's bun, and some jumping within three feet of Li Luo's side, so unhappy. I don't know if it's dazzling, but one of the eleven blood-red larks seems to be larger than the others, darker in color, and extremely agile.

Everyone watching the battle applauded in unison, amazed, where is this martial arts move, it is simply an immortal method. The eleven larks seemed to come to life, like clusters of red flames, and there was no sound, but everyone could hear the clear cry of the blood-colored lark in their ears in the illusion.

The eleven larks are the eleven kinds of knife intent of the Da Luo knife, which are condensed by the severity, urgency, complexity, distance and nearness, vertical and horizontal straightness, odd positive, surplus and deficiency, virtual and real, life and death, presence and absence, and yin and yang. People who are not in the realm can only see these eleven gorgeous and colorful larks, which are very amazing, but they can't see the terrifying ferocity contained in the smart and cute little larks at this moment.

Xiaoyaozi, who was indifferent, involuntarily sat up straight, and looked at Li Luo Minghong in his palm with a solemn face. Sansheng was the same, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, and he looked thoughtfully at Li Luo and the Minghong Knife in Li Luo's hand, as if he was weighing something. In addition to the shock, there are many people who show frightened looks, who would have thought that the sword technique of the Great Ganding Heavenly King, who is already famous in the world, is so exquisite that it is almost difficult to describe in words.

Yan Xin bore the brunt of the surprise, but he was not timid, and looked solemnly at the blood-red lark that was the most agile of the eleven larks. Coincidentally, it was not only Yan Xin who stared at this lark, but also Xiaoyaozi, Sansheng Daoren, Liuyunzhan, and a middle-aged man who had just come with Xiaoyaozi, if it was farther away, there were several eyes in the dark, all gathered on this lark, and seemed to ignore the other lively larks.

This one is made of the Da Luo knife life and death knife.

Xiaoyaozi showed a hint of worry for the first time, and said slowly: "The transformation is formed, and I haven't heard it for many years. After speaking, he glanced at the blood-colored lark that arched back and forth in Li Luo's arms, and finally looked at Yan Xin worriedly.

Before the fight, no one in Tianzong believed that Yanxin would lose, even if he couldn't win Li Luo, but if he wanted to lose, he was afraid that it would be more difficult than winning. But after seeing these larks, especially the blood-colored lark that seemed to be about to become a sperm, no one dared to make such a decision, maybe he would not lose, but he might die. Taoist fighting method, if blood is splashed on the spot, I don't know what the ancestors of Taoism will feel like in their eyes.

Yan Xin was not surprised, staring solemnly at the lark on the body of Ming Hong's knife, the jade flute on his left hand rotated around his fingertips, and as the jade flute turned, Li Luo's worries finally appeared. The holes on the jade flute emit pleasant and beautiful notes, at first they pop out one by one, and then faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster, more and more fast, the notes are connected into a tune, the tune is tactful and melodious, I don't know what the name is, but it is very good, ethereal and mysterious.

One is tangible and silent, the other is invisible, it is difficult to distinguish at the moment, but it seems that the lark next to Li Luo is more dazzling and amazing, and the enchanting one seems to be the Rakshasa ghost queen in the night, gorgeous and dangerous.

Emperor Wanlong applauded loudly, seemed to empathize, and laughed smugly, feeling that it was not Li Luo standing in the field, but himself. Concubine Yun smiled softly, and looked at Li Luo quietly when everyone was looking at Ming Hongdao and the blood-colored lark.

The people on the left side of the white jade platform talked about it, and from time to time some people made a sound of exclamation and envy, even if they didn't know the mystery, these eleven larks alone were good enough. Although the people on the right side of the stone platform did not whisper, the solemn surprise on their faces was three points better than that of the people in the Great Gan Dynasty, and only by knowing the mystery could they roughly guess the horror and danger of these eleven larks.

The lark seemed to be disturbed by Xiao Yin, jumping faster and faster, and had to rush out of the three-foot place beside Li Luo several times. And at this moment, Li Luo, as the subject of the matter, did not look good on his face, where did he think that these eleven larks would be so unruly, but the one with the darkest color and the most feared by several people was the easiest to discipline, and it seemed that he was tired of flying, and he would quietly fall on the spine of the knife to rest.

This battle is about to break out.

At this time, a man's voice suddenly came: "The two Taoist sects of fighting the law discuss the Tao, confirming the heart of seeking the Tao, and waiting for the Great Dao to be expected." It's just that the prince talks with soldiers, is there something putting the cart before the horse? ”

Li Luo gently stretched out his hand to block the blood-colored lark that wanted to escape, and said with a mysterious skill, and chuckled: "Please also say it." ”

It was the middle-aged man who was paying special attention to the blood-colored lark falling on the spine of the Ming Hong Knife who spoke loudly, and replied calmly when he heard this: "What the prince is holding in his hand is a magic knife, which seems to be brilliant and colorful, but in fact it is dangerous and unpredictable. If this knife is ferocious and psychic one day, I am afraid that it will not be able to control it with the prince's mental martial arts, and the consequences will be unpredictable. ”

"Magic Knife?" Li Luo was slightly stunned, and gently raised the Minghong knife to look at it, the person who gave the knife was behind him, if he was so lonely and hypocritical, he shouldn't have taken this knife in the first place. This Ming Hong has repeatedly accompanied Li Luo from birth to death, if he said that Ming Hong is a magic knife at this time, Li Luo really can't do such a shameless thing.

Li Luo replied lightly: "A knife is a knife, even if the knife is psychic, it is also a knife, people are inherently good, but when they get older, there are good and evil, good and bad, let alone a knife." If it was this Taoist divine soldier Xue Li, if it fell into the hands of a wicked person who was thirsty for killing and cruel, would it also fall into the ranks of the magic sword? ”