"Little known!"

Yan Daoren didn't expect that after a fight, the younger generation would look down on him. At this time, the anger exploded to its peak, yelling, and then rushed up again, bringing Jiuyang from Fujian to the scene, hissing and whistling.

Vanity seems to be blocked by dozens of red lines. Each thread is made from the condensation of fire from the most delicate to the purest. When it vibrates slightly, there is a fire that breaks out. In an instant, dozens of square meters of jungle will be covered with almost no gaps.

However, the sound of flames still couldn't stop the sonorous bells inside. Yan Daoren only felt that his hand trembled slightly, and he saw a green light shooting out from the flames, which seemed to be straight. This is actually a slight change. It happened to flash the sharp point of the Jiuyang Mansion sword blade, and it was very clever enough to avoid fatal damage.

Luo Qing was wrapped in sword light and broke through the flames. Although he was burned in many places, not even his hair and eyebrows were spared, his life was safe. Only rolling on the ground can extinguish those flames.

However, before the crisis ended, Yan Daoguan was ahead with the power of Fu Jianfa. The current sword momentum turned again, catching up with Luo Qing, who was moving sideways. He no longer pays attention to changes, but only relies on Fu Jianfeng's sharpness and lead.

This sword is more powerful than the previous huge net of fire. Luo Qing didn't flicker, but he didn't evade it either, he was purely driven by the deep-seated instincts of trance and ignorance. His backhand sword was unstoppable, stabbing Yan Daoist in the cheek, a strategy of mutual destruction.

"Young generation!" Yan Chaoshi didn't know what to scold anymore, of course he wouldn't die with this ordinary boy, he could only change temporarily, and moving the sword would shock Luo Qing's sword light.

The swords collided with each other, and the void screamed like someone blowing a bamboo flute. This suffocated Yan Daoren's heart. He could clearly see that this seven-star Fujian was really created by Luo Qing out of thin air, with a big ship and a mouthful of Xie Jing. Even if he is a native of Jiuyang in Fujian, how could he work so hard for two years?

Bastard.

Yan Daoren was stopped by this smoldering anger, and he couldn't wait to unload Luo Qing into eight pieces in the next moment, and the sword light became more and more vicious. However, Luo Qing's tenacity was beyond his expectations. I could tell that the dancer's swordsmanship was mediocre, without any subtle skills. But oddly enough, even if he is not disciplined, his wounds gradually accumulate. However, at critical moments, he can always point his sword at the key, forcing him to withdraw his hand to save himself, so that he can work again and again.

It's impossible!

Fighting for life with life is as simple as fighting for life and fighting for courage. To be able to walk between life and death over and over again, where does the courage come from for you to consume?Not to mention that while stifling courage, we must observe accurately, send quickly, control firmly, and give the opponent a truly deadly threat.

So, vision, technique, brain, and courage all in one place, repeating dozens of swords without a single miss—if nothing else, put him in the same position, can he do it?

If Ye Tao's thinking is more skillful, maybe... He can't do it either!

When this thought lingered in his mind, Yan Daoguan was inevitably distracted. It happened that he wiped it with his sword, and then leaned against Luo Qing's neck. Luo Qing just tilted slightly, causing his shoulders to splash blood, thus obtaining a gap and deceiving his body. Fu Jian's seven stars, as cold as stars, pierced his face.

Luo Qing finally won the initiative in the first line.

His thoughts naturally fixed on the tip of the sword, and without hesitation, he stabbed straight with the sword.

Luo Qing was only taught fencing by Chi Yin Fairy when he was 12 years old, and ran away a year later. His foundation is not strong. Later, he wandered around without the guidance of a famous teacher. His pure fencing theory is mediocre. However, he had extraordinary courage and different ideas. Walking the rivers and lakes, often fighting with people. Gradually, he realized that fencing has its advantages and disadvantages. However, between life and death, I am absolutely equal to my opponent. I'm no better than fencing, not better than results, just better than life-and-death moments, who has to take a risk.

Bile is the first line of defense for injection, and death is the first line of defense for life.

Life is not a means, but an end! This is the basis of Luo Qing's sword-making. The sword-making skills of eyes, palms, and gall, if you can live for a few years, how can you not come out?

Yan Daoren didn't understand this, but he was really a mess. The sword glittered, and the cold wind almost closed his eyes.

"Get out!"

The roar sounded, and Daoist Yan was furious and wanted to kill him. His nine Yang Tiger swords shook violently, and a little spark shot out. Then it rises rapidly. The fire inside has skyrocketed, and the country is extremely unstable.

Luo Qing said without hesitation, and immediately pulled back, and as soon as he pulled out ten feet, there were red eyes burning with burning light, blazing flames swept in, the air suddenly expanded, and with a bang, he hit a big tree from a distance, and stopped castration. Waves of heat followed, and he didn't care about his image. He even rolled up the tree and hid behind the big tree, trying his best to huddle together. Only then did he manage to block the past.

Previously, an acre of forest on the battlefield had turned into a fire, with smoke and heat everywhere, and the area was still spreading.

Yan Daoren's breathing was a little disordered. Mountain winds and heat waves hit him. His bun suddenly fell apart and his hair was loose, which made him look distressed. He stared at the charred tree, his eyes red.

Almost...

If it weren't for the timely fire talisman and the seismic sword momentum, the seven-star talisman sword would probably have penetrated his forehead, and by that time, what kind of dragon tongue grass, what kind of pure Yang Jian, all of them would have rested in peace. Now he hid, and the bun on his head was removed, which was really a great shame, and Daoist Yan was almost carried away by the anger in his heart.

He was born into a prominent family, and although his family was in decline, it was difficult to restore the glory of his ancestors. However, he was also a monk and a victor on the road to eternal life. How could he force his younger generation to come this far?

At this time, behind the big tree, Luo Qing walked out, just past his eyes. Yan Daoren suddenly noticed that there was a fire burning in Luo Qing's dark heart's pupils. It's not hatred, fear, or other thoughts, but the joy in it, or even the pleasure of constantly seeking new thrills, or the uncontrollable alcoholism.

He was suddenly shocked, only to feel so cold that it covered from the tail vertebrae, and even half of Liaoyuan's heart was crushed. A thought flashed through his mind: evil will be evil in the future!

Use that ruse to end him!

Yan Daoshi's heart was full of killing intent, but he didn't step forward to make a strange move.

He just loosened his hair and closed his sword on his chest, his eyes even half-closed. As the breath adjusted, the sword's body slowly lay flat.

Luo Qing gasped behind the tree. It was just a round of sword fighting, almost all of his strength was exhausted, his true qi was almost exhausted, and his injuries were not light, but his condition was surprisingly good. Since the age of 13, he has been accustomed to whirling on the edge of life and death. The experience not only did not kill his courage, but also made him even more emotional.

It's been a long time since I've been in such a life-or-death situation since entering the advanced stages of recovery. He was even a little nostalgic. At first he stopped, but he was not satisfied. There was a magical power that continued to pour out his exhausted true qi, stirring his heart, making him rush up again and fight Yan Daoren for 300 rounds.

Therefore, he looked out from behind the tree, and through the distorted heat wave, he happened to see the whole process of Daoist Yan releasing his sword with his eyes closed.

At this time, the two sides were nearly ten zhang apart, which was a relatively safe distance, but when the blade was pointed at his head, there was no reason, and his heart suddenly broke off the sudden and crazy beating, just like the moment before the bonfire, before the Yan Daoist swung his sword. Only this time, there was no olfactory stimulation, and everyone relied on a little vague intuition, and he walked straight down in the direction of leaning his body. At the same time, out of instinct, he placed the Seven Star Rune Sword in front of him.

Before he touched the ground, his palm suddenly became hot, like the Seven Star Fu Sword blocking something, but then, he felt a pain in his heart, and blood gushed out involuntarily. This essence blood sword, which had just fought for Jiuyang Fujian and had not lost its advantage, split into two pieces from the corner of his eye, and the flying tip exploded with a bang in the air, turning into a reddish blood mist.

Only then did a long "popping sound" come from the ears, as if the red-hot brand had been put into ice water, and it was impossible to distinguish between hot and cold. The only thing that has the vision is that the sharp qi emanating from the outside is enough to penetrate all obstacles, and it is difficult to resist.

"What does that mean? It's like a shockwave, but it's ten times more powerful. ”

With this confusion, Luo Qing fell to the ground. At this time, a strong smell finally came in, the smell of burnt air and the smell of death.

He had always been proud of his olfactory response, his breathing time had completely slowed down, and if it weren't for his intuition, he would have been pierced by the invisible sword qi now, and he couldn't die!

Luo Qing struggled to raise his head, Yan Daoshi was in a very strange state at the moment, although this was a one-hit achievement, he still maintained the posture of holding the sword, the red body was not as radiant as before, it appeared a lot more restrained, and the tip of the sword also drooped a little, and it was still locked in his head.

Of course, Luo Qing wanted to avoid the tip of the sword, but the vibration of his internal organs did not disappear. He couldn't move for a moment. He tried his best and moved his body only a few inches. The distant Fujian Jiuyang also adjusted its angle.

At the same time, he saw the eyes of Daoist Yan. The big eyes of the copper bell had no divine light, only the pupils unconsciously dilated, hollow and gray, as if they had lost their souls. However, he clearly felt that Yan Daoguan was still staring at him, as if a "light" was projecting at him in some incomprehensible way.

The sensation was so clear that even in the midst of a burning fire, the touch of the "light" was scorching, even surpassing the surrounding heat wave, like a blazing iron needle piercing the bone marrow.

"He's going to kill you!"

Intuition and reason say this at the same time. However, at this time, Luo Kai felt very strange. His chest felt as if a spoonful of hot oil had been poured over it. It's hot, it hurts, but it's certainly not the taste of fear.

There is no other use for this burning sensation. It only takes him to keep his eyes open and force him to find a way out of this sudden death.

Luo Qing stared at Daoist Yan. He was sure that the man would kill as before, but the gap between the front and back was a little too great. Xu Li's posture is full of flaws. If he still had the strength to charge, he would not hesitate to rush forward and cut off the murderer's head. But now, his physical recovery speed obviously can't keep up with the other party.

The two of them are ten zhang apart, they are in love with each other, they only have half a seven-star Fu Jian, and their arms are ten times longer, and they can't attack the enemy in front of them, but for the invisible sword qi, the distance is not a problem.

It was a dead knot, but he wanted to live. Therefore, all the problems boil down to one sentence: kill Daoist Yan before he sends out a shockwave!

It's a matter of life and death, but everything is simpler. That's what he's best at!

I don't know how to exert force, half of the seven-star Fujian is sold out!

At this time, he saw that the sharp edge of the Jiuyang Fujian sword was almost a bright light.

Luo Qing didn't think about what would happen if the invisible shockwave was killed. He didn't think about throwing the arrow on time. At this time, all the connection between thoughts was severed, and all he could think of was an unknown thought: the Taoist priest in front of him, kill him!

At that moment, his pupils also expanded, and all the changes in light and shadow in the outside world were imprinted on his pupils, flowing through his heart like clear water. Luo Qing suddenly felt that everything around him was quiet, but his body was vibrating, like the beating of blood vessels, but the frequency was even more wonderful.

Later, he found his true pulse. Due to the impact of the shock wave, the pulse of the blood beats like a drum. At the same time, the newly generated vibration still shows its power.

He seems to suddenly have an extra heart, or to put it bluntly, an extra "self"

This wonderful sensation continued, slowly, or for a short time, the once familiar pulsations of blood flow vanished into the background, naturally hiding the pain of the body. Only the nascent "self" expands infinitely, touching the world around it in indescribable ways, extracting unimaginably complex information from the world and feeding it back into the brain.

His brain had stopped working, he couldn't make sense of it all, but he was inexplicably happy. Confusion and a sense of clarity intertwine and eventually turn into chaos. There was only a little light hanging in the air, bringing him back to his original simple thought: the Taoist priest is in front, kill him!

If one reads it aloud, it's like a divine response!

In the midst of the chaos, a boundless void suddenly appeared, and the sky full of stars glowed together, and there were several stars as big as eggs, shining like jade, projecting down. In response, half of Seven Stars' swords rolled out. Suddenly, there was a glitter outside, and the green glow of blood was like smoke. Then the speed suddenly accelerated, turning into a blurry rainbow light. Only a moment flashed on Yan Daoshi's neck.

Yan Daoren didn't even intend to stop it. He really has a lot of shortcomings.

Then, the man's head fell.